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atyourmerci · 2 months

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♡ Hook, line, and sinker (sub!abby // follower req)

Basketball!abby X nerdy reader

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Summary: Abby is the head captain of your college basketball team, a known player in more ways than one…but you knew her dirty little secret

Warnings: smut, MDNI, porn smidge of plot, sub!abby, top!reader, cunnilingus, fingering if you squint, abby is sub inexperienced, abby is a whiny little sub, author enjoyed thoroughly, no y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: first req!! So thank you for sending it in. Hopefully this will hold y’all off till I can get out a full fic :// (this was supposed to be a drabble and I got carried away oopsies). Psa wrote this at 2am so it’s probably a MESSSS

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She was dangerous force, intimidating just by the sheer sight of her. She was the kind of girl that people walked on the other side of the road when she was coming, afraid of what would happen if she snapped. Hell even the girls on the court would run from her, and not in the way the game was supposed to happen, they just knew she broke bones.

Abby was brutal, she was a hard hit, she was uneasy to break… she was a fucking whiny sub.

No one knew that of course, none of the girls she tossed around like dolls as she rammed into them emotionlessly, it would ruin the reputation she had built, right?

But you knew.

She was embarrassed you ever saw that side of her, but fuck did she need you. Only you could let her beg and plead to let her cum after denying her over and over again. Only you were allowed to see that pretty pink pussy drenched in slick that ran down her muscled thighs. Only you ever made her cum.

The situation she had you in was less than practical. Abby begrudgingly asked for your help in physics since you were undeniably the smartest in the class…oh if she would’ve know the things you’d teach her.

You weren’t her type, she liked easy girls, the ones that threw themselves at her so she never had to even try, open up to anyone. Some girls had pressed for more, to which she’d move on to the next.

You…you were difficult, hard to read. She was surprised you didn’t use the chance of meeting with her to study to get a good fuck out of her. You were strictly business, even when you couldn’t stop thinking about what she would look like with her legs wrapped around your head.

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That day had started just like the others, abby sprawled out on your tiny dorm bed while you sat neatly across from her, textbooks giving needed separation between the two of you. She always felt the need to dominate every space she took up. If only you could just break her…

“I- I don’t fucking get this. I’m not going to.” Abby says dragging her large hand cross her face. She was usually frustrated when she came to you, but today was the worst you’ve ever seen. She’d leave in a much better place than you had started, but after 3 hours there had been an unusual lack of progress.

“You’re not using your head,” you say growing impatient. You let out a sigh of equal frustration, knowing you’d have to break down the first wall of unspoken territory with her, “what’s wrong with you, you seem off today.”

She returns a scoff back at you, head tilting up to meet your eyes, “I’m fine.”

You shake your head knowingly back at her, “Abby you-“ you begin to protest as she cuts you off defensively, “I said I’m fine. Now are you actually going to teach me? Or would you like to keep interrogating me?”

Your mouth opens in anger. She wants to play this game, let’s play. “Don’t come at me because you were too busy fucking the entire woman’s soccer team last night to be prepared for this midterm.”

“Why the fuck do you care what I do,” she barks back with just the same vengeance.

You laugh at her blatant assumption, “I didn’t say I did.”

“Then why are you breathing down my neck,” she says narrowing her eyes on you, in an almost curious gaze, still laced with anger.

“I just think you should worry about yourself more than making half of Yale’s female population come.”

She returns a breathy laugh, shaking her head turning away from you, “and you don’t think I get off?”

You cross your arms with a testing gaze on the profile of her face, she couldn’t even look at you talking about herself that way. “I know you don’t.”

“And how the hell would you know that.”

“You’re so fucking tense I’m sure you haven’t gotten off in years, can’t even let yourself do it.” You watch as she twists her fingers around themselves nervously, still unable to meet your eyes.

“Y- you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says unsure, barely above a whisper.

Any assumption you had made had been completely checked off now, and you were ready to completely destroy her. Before you could make out a rational thought your hands were at the textbooks in front of you, the separation between you and your weary opponent. You moved everything off onto the desk next to your bed, closing the once necessary gap.

“Come here,” you say as she finally meets your gaze again. “W-what?”

“You heard me, lie down completely,” you demand, and she reluctantly agrees, unsure of her fate.

You make your way to the side of her, brushing your bare knees against her side which causes her to flinch as her fists are closed tightly next to her.

You place a hand on her abdomen first, trying to ignore the chiseled muscle beneath her black tank, “have you been touched here?”

“Yes.”

You then move your hand to the bicep caged around the outline of your legs, she was sure not to make direct contact, “have you been touched here?”

“Yes.”

You move the same hand to her cheek, cupping the sharp line of her jaw, her eyes now drowning in yours, the anger that had held her down now disappearing. “Have you been touched here?”

“Sometimes. N- not often.” Her gaze falters, fluttered down out of your reach at the vulnerability.

Your hand drags down to her neck, this time you let it roam, dragging your fingers across her pulse, “and here?”

“No.”

You click your tongue at her, “shame,” bending down on your knees to scatter slow kisses up the throb in her neck. You feel as she squirms slightly beneath you, “such a sensitive area, really,” you say returning upright, dragging your fingers down to her raised nipple, hardened by your kisses.

“Here?” You lay light circles around the heightened bud as her mouth falls open, quickly closing it with her top teeth on her lip to make sure she doesn’t crack.

She shakes her head rapidly in response, eliciting a giggle from your throat as you move to her other nipple, sure to give it just as much attention.

You let your hand drag down to the seam of her sweats, toying with the exposed skin between her shirt and pants with your fingertips. You watch as her teeth let the grip of her lip go and her head fall back to the ceiling.

The tips of your fingers ease under the sweats over her boxers, inching your way in till your hand cups her mound to which she lets out her first groan of satisfaction “Have you been touched here, Abby?”

“Fuck- no. never.” Her chest rising and falling heavily now, unable to catch her breath.

“You want me to touch you there abby?”

“Please- please touch me there,” her fist that was caged around your bent legs now gripped into your thigh, large hand almost completely engulfing your leg.

“Well since you asked so nicely, take off your pants. Only your pants.” Within seconds she had them down to her ankles, ripping them off and discarding them to the floor. Her hand returned to your thigh, eyes now trained on you.

You moved your hand back to her mound, covered by her black boxers. You began rubbing down to feel how soaked she was, pooling already. You wouldn’t give her much, not yet, only rubbing slow and soft stripes up and down to hear her breathy moans from the stoic woman.

“Does that feel good?” You ask her doe-eyed as she stare’s pathetically up at you, so needy for anything you’d let her have. “Y- yes.”

“Take off your boxers.” With the same enthusiasm she rips them down at your command, returning her gaze back to the ceiling, still embarrassed at her vulnerability but unable to stop herself.

“Open up those legs for me pretty girl,” you say rubbing your palm up her thigh.

“You can’t talk to me like that… I- I’ll come” she breathes out, bucking her hips slightly into the air to no sense of relief.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” you let out a small giggle at her admission, continuing to rub in her inner thigh.

“Y-ou don’t h-ave to- I’m close enough.”

“Awh pretty baby, all from some talking?”

She continues to buck her hips in hopes that your hand will meet her in the middle. “Please touch me before I finish.”

She had been so good, so pliable, so you honored her wish by placing your fingertips to her raised clit, soaked by her arousal. “Oh fuck!” She yelps, raising her hips into your touch, the hand on your thigh digging crescents into your soft flesh.

“So swollen, just for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck- don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begins to plead. You know she won’t last much longer. And you had to taste her.

You whip your legs around her backwards to straddle her, getting a perfect view of her sopping wet cunt, pretty pink lips coated in white slick. You lick a fat stripe down her slit, tongue pointing into her leaking entrance to get a taste of her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” she begins to babble as you lap at her hole. She moves her wide hands to grasp at your covered ass in search of stabilizing herself.

You return to her swollen bud, immediately sucking it into your mouth, pulsing it systematically as you hold her wavering thighs open.

“I- im- FUCK-“ she begins to shake under you, whimpers flying out of her as she bucks into your mouth, riding out her early orgasm.

She continues to shake as you try to suck every last bit of her climax out of her, letting her revel in her pleasure. You wish you could talk her through it now, but you’re sure she’ll let you do it over and over again.

As cries of overstimulation flood her voice you let off her clit with a pop, eliciting one last whine from her throat. You return next to the half naked brute, right back to where it started.

She hops of the bed and lazily returns her clothing back to her body.

“No one hears of this. No one.” She says with a pointed look, deep into your eyes.

Ah, the reputation must be upheld. Whiny fucking sub.

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fruitbasketball · 2 months

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lol Caitlin has used her platform to shine a light on all the black women who pioneered the sport, and actually done so by name, unlike Paige who made a vague statement one time and has never spoken up again

and idk where you get she’s entitled, it seems like all she’s ever wanted to do is win a championship which is what every player in college wants to do. she doesn’t seem remotely concerned with personal accolades, unlike other programs overly concerned with their player being NPOY despite not actually earning it

oh rightttt like that time they asked her on national television if race played a factor in the media’s treatment of her versus their treatment of angel reese and she… didn’t answer the question, right?

or the time that sheryl swoopes (one of those black women who pioneered the sport) was being attacked by her fans, and caitlin blocked everyone on twitter reminding her that her fans are racist? she did a great job shining a light on black women then!

i just feel like we watched different espys speeches, because i remember a 19 year old paige bueckers getting on national television, recognizing that she’s a white woman in a black led sport, and NAME DROPPING black women who deserved/deserve media attention, like maya moore and odyssey alexander, as well as speaking out against police brutality by mentioning breonna taylor.

and maybe we’re a little new to this and we don’t know ball, but if you’ve been following women’s college basketball for the past 4 years, you would know that instance is not a one off, because paige has been speaking out for the black community for years.

what y’all aren’t realizing is that racism is not just calling her teammates slurs or saying she hates black people or shit like that - it’s a refusal to acknowledge that racism exists in the first place.

and don’t play fucking dumb. by entitled i mean the whole “im caitlin clark give me that whistle”. fuck outta here w that ‘npoy but hasn’t earned it’. lisa bluder consistently touts that she has “the best player in the country” or “in the world”. i know that’s a dig at geno, so let’s get one thing fucking straight: paige is the best player in america. and when you have 11 fucking rings, you have every right to get up on a presser and say that. you might not think so, because your very narrow minded view of the game probably cleared the rest of the stat sheet except for points. paige came back from a fucking acl tear and she’s still a first team all american, and she’s a wade and naismith trophy finalist. she fills the stat sheet in every single thing except turnovers and personal fouls, and she does it on ridiculous efficiency. she makes her teammates better, and dawn staley herself has said she’s the most elite player to ever play the game.

do not piss me off with this bullshit

#wbb #wcbb #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn huskies #paige bueckers #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #ask

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moonflowerdamie · 2 years

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ok so i just watched volume 2. gonna tell you guys my thoughts because WHAT THE FUCK.

⚠️STRANGER THINGS V2 SPOILERS!!!!!⚠️

seriously. what. the fuck. did i just watch.

i have so many thoughts about ep 8 and 9 so i’m gonna try and condense them into lil sections for y’all so. here goes.

•brenner’s death•

-we were supposed to find it…sad? the death of the man who kidnapped and abused children for his own gain? yeah, nice fucking try duffers, with the ‘sad emotional music’. honestly i’m glad the fucker’s dead. one of the only good things to come out of vol 2.

•will and mike•

-i now understand why the duffers waited until after pride month to release the new eps because wtf??? they’ve built it up that will’s in love with mike the whole season (the whole damn show) and then he just…doesn’t say anything? sure he had that monologue where we all know he was talking about himself and not el but. he didn’t even come out to mike? or anybody for that matter. sure, the scene with jonathan is undeniable that jonny boy knows and accepts him and it was a really sweet scene, but it felt like a cop out. will didn’t ever actually confirm anything. fucking bullshit. william byers get behind me, i’ll protect you from the duffers this time.

•stancy•

-fuck ME i hated this storyline. i fucking HATED it. i’ve already spoken on here about why steve and nancy should never be romantic again, and the fact that the duffers tried to push that arc was bad enough but. also. did you guys clock how ooc steve was because of it??? like, he just starts spouting shit about wanting six kids and a perfect life to nancy, who just NEARLY DIED, and then does it again in the woods when robin runs off alone—completely ignoring her well-being and safety in favour of trying it on with nancy again. that’s so not the steve we know. the steve we know and love would never let robin run off alone, and he certainly wouldn’t be basically ambushing a girl with his fucking life plans that make no fucking sense. and if that all wasn’t bad enough, THE WHOLE PLOTLINE WAS IRRELEVANT ANYWAY. they don’t get together because nancy’s still with jonathan and it never gets addressed again. fucking idiotic storyline.

•jancy•

-ok so can we all agree that this ship has run its course? like, don’t get me wrong, they’ve been cute the past few seasons, and i wouldn’t hate it if they were endgame, but. come on. jonathan is STILL LYING TO HER about college, their plans clearly don’t align anymore and they just want different things in life. and i get it, it’s cute that the actors are dating in real life, but that shouldn’t be the only thing holding the ship together. i just think the duffers have made it clear throughout the season, then with that ending scene in vol 2 when jon and nancy are repairing hop’s cabin, that these two are going to inevitably part ways.

•jopper•

-one of the saving graces of these eps. they FINALLY kissed and it was sweet and cute and perfectly built up, in my opinion. joyce and hopper stay one of the best ships in the show.

•max•

-is she alive? is she dead? WHO KNOWS???!!? honestly the HORROR the duffers have put me through with her this season. it was fucking brutal having to watch her bones snap like that. i was honestly shaking, like holy shit. and then she died, and then she didn’t? hmm? what did el do that saved her? what consequences will that have??? so many unanswered questions. but, i will say this: sadie sink deserves a fucking emmy.

•ronance/vickie x robin•

-i am so beyond pissed at the duffers brothers for the shit they pulled with robin in these 2 eps. like, vickie’s not in the season except for one two minute scene in ep 1 and then they bring her back for the last ep? and yeah, her and robin could be cute i guess, but it felt so shoehorned in. like they clearly just shoved that scene in at the last minute to fill a diversity quota and makes me fucking ANGRY. the opportunity was there for robin to have a fully fleshed-out, meaningful, poignant romance with nancy. they’ve been together all season, they’ve grown closer, understood each other, looked out for each other. hell, i even thought the duffers might go there with that scene where robin grabs nancy’s hand outside the creel house. but no. because why give us an actually good wlw relationship when you can shove it to the side and give us absolutely crumbs of representation? bullshit.

•eddie’s death•

-tbh i was expecting him to die, and so i wasn’t shocked but. it felt very anticlimactic. like, the whole focus was on him dying a hero—but then he didn’t technically save anyone? he just…died? for seemingly no reason? and yeah, dustin’s reaction BROKE me, but like then nobody else ever mentions it? not even steve, robin or nancy, who have been with him the whole season. it just all felt so rushed. joe quinn, you did a great job man, and you deserved better writing.

•elmax•

-is it just me or did every one of max and el’s scenes together feel very…romantic? like, yeah they’re best friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, but all of their interactions were framed and built up to seem almost like lover’s reuniting? like they’re touching each other’s faces constantly when they first see each other again, max is looking at el’s lips, max’s ‘death’ involved el crying over her just as much as lucas. and when el visited her in the hospital everyone like made way for her as if she’s the most important person to max. am i going crazy here??? someone tell me they get what i’m trying to say. anyway, another saving grace of the season, elmax remains superior.

•the ending•

-i actually think the ending was pretty cool. like it sets up a vastly different, darker and more epic final season. we actually saw the battle with the upside down and vecna having disastrous effects on hawkins. and i thought the return of the mind flayer actually was kinda cool, and the way everything was explained was pretty good. but, after these 2 eps, i’m not sure i trust the duffer brothers with another season. well. we’ll see what happens i guess.

overall, volume 2 was a let-down. ooc characters, messily wrapped up plot lines, shoved in, shitty representation. it all felt rushed and like the duffers kinda gave up halfway through. highlights of the eps include: the jopper kiss, elmax, robin grabbing nancy’s hand when she was scared, hopper beheading a demogorgan, eddie playing guitar, erica kicking that one guy in the balls and natalia dyer, noah schnapp, caleb mclaughlin, millie bobby brown and sadie sink’s acting.

what did you guys think?

#honestly i’m so disappointed #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #stranger things #jopper #ronance #elmax #robin buckley #steve harrington #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #mike wheeler #byler s4 #byler

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hana-no-seiiki · 11 months

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YAN! COLLEGE GOON/LACKEY OC x POPULAR GIRL ! READER BLURB

some women loving wednesday from midnight darling today.

to new readers: reina and mona are ocs i’ve mentioned before as popular! reader’s lackeys. darling is your yan! ex’s new “girlfriend” who actually likes you more. midnight darling is the title of the “comic” my college based yans are from.

tw/cw: yandere themes: threats of violence, bullying.

Reina Liwanag was your dog in every sense of the word. The golden retriever to Mona’s black cat. Many insulted her intelligence and lack of agency in the face of your will but they could not deny her insurmountable loyalty towards you. No one knows much about her family, it is speculated that she comes from a rather impoverished background. But nonetheless, she is able to mingle with the greatest elites of your college, courtesy of being your lackey.

And like many dogs in the world, Reina also had a more feral, animalistic side to her. One that craved violence. Mostly for those that crossed you but at times it just appears whenever you bring someone new around.

She should be used to this kind of thing from you. Your sexual appetite was what launched you into the eyes of the students and faculty here.

Still, repetition do not always beget tolerance.

“Hey you,” The brunette approached Darling. The usual blinding smile on her face.

Reina was first and foremost your lackey due to her looks. If it weren’t for you outshining her in every aspect, you knew she had the potential to be the cream of the crop. That was why you befriended her in the first place. Prevention was always better than the cure.

In fact her presence was so loud people usually notice her from miles away. Such is the case with Darling who’d been minding her own business this lunch break until your guard dog had caught her eyes. “O-Oh, Reina! Lovely to see you here. How may I help you?”

The other reason Reina was picked to become your right hand woman was due to her strength. An athlete she aspired to be. Her gym was basically her home and there she spent most of her time after you dismiss her of course. She had the capability to easily snap the necks of the student body.

With that being said, Reina does not flex her muscular arms, or slam her palms towards a surface to make a point. She just says a few words,

“You should just drop dead.”

And left. Simple as that. She does not look at Darling’s reaction nor say or do anything further.

Mona then appeared from behind, not at all shocked at her companion’s actions. She knew of Reina’s brutal behavior the most out of everyone. Sure, Mona ruined social lives on a daily but she didn’t actively or directly took them away.

“If [Y/N] finds out about this—“

Reina paused in her steps, she does not turn around to face her so called friend but Mona could just imagine that same-old stiff smile she always gave after getting rid of ‘competition’ for her owner’s love, and those void-like eyes that siphoned the hope from her victims.

“She won’t.”

note: don’t be like reina everyone. uplift other women even if they’re coming after your dream girl. also so many posts today you guys. im spoiling y’all uwu.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

#midnight darling 🏫#yandere #yandere ocs #fem yandere #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere fic #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #yandere core #yandere x reader scenario #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere female #yandere fem #yandere girl

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foundress0fnothing · 5 months

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Firm and Fragrant Still the Brambleberries

For @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk. Happy Holidays! It has been such a joy to get to know you over these last few months. You are wonderful and brilliant, and I cannot wait to FINALLY be able to scream in your comments about my obsession with Semper Eadem without arousing your suspicions.

Many thanks to @velidewrites and @perhapsajacket for beta reading this first part of this fic and reassuring me that the Nessian vibes were working. And many thanks to @acotargiftexchange for putting together this wonderful event. Y’all are the absolute best! 🥰

Summary: When Nesta became a nurse at the start of the war, she could not have predicted a patient as challenging as Lieutenant Cassian Davies, nor he a nurse as captivating as her. As the same war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart, Nesta and Cassian must navigate the complexities of love and duty to find the way back to each other. A WWI historical AU.

For information about the historical elements to this fic, see the end notes.

This is chapter 1 of 4.

Read on AO3 or continue reading below the cut!

Chapter 1: Somerville College, Oxford

July 1916

“I think of you hour by hour. You are always close in your own secret place in my heart. I hold you in my arms when no one else is near. I kiss your forehead, your eyes, your hair. No, not your lips, dear, even in fancy. I have never in my maddest dreams kissed your lips. But I ache and crave and long for them, though—till you give me leave—I dare not even pretend that they are mine. Will you ever give me leave? You say No now. Yet I think you will, Avery. I think you will. I have known ever since that first moment—”

“He’s asking for you again.”

Nesta looked up from her book to see Gwyn Berdara’s head poking through the doorway. It was late—or early, rather, she realized, blearily squinting at the clock on the wall and rubbing her eyes. She should have retired to her bed in the dormitory hours ago, and from the pleased look on Gwyn’s face at catching her off-guard, her fellow nurse was well-aware of that fact.

“Surely someone who’s actually on duty,” Nesta said, yawning and looking pointedly at Gwyn, “can take care of whatever it is he needs.”

Gwyn snorted. “Apparently there’s no one except ‘Nurse Nes’ who can make the pain go away with her magic touch.” She waggled her eyebrows. “So it’s a good thing you’re still here.”

Bristling at the nickname that only one of the soldiers convalescing at the Third Southern General Hospital was shameless enough to call her, she replied curtly, “I’m not going. Tell him I’m not here.”

“I don’t think he’d believe me,” Gwyn said, grinning.

“And why is that?”

“Because,” said Emerie Carynth, appearing suddenly beside Gwyn and wearing a matching smile on her face, “I told him you’d still be here.”

Nesta glared at her.

“Not on purpose, I swear,” Emerie quickly amended. “But don’t think I missed that you have a copy of Dell’s new romance.” Nesta glanced down at the book she still held open in her hands, her attention briefly flicking back to the dramatic confessional love letter left she had been in the middle of reading. “We saw you try to hide it in the dining room when it came in the post. I bet Gwyn you wouldn’t be able to wait until you got home to start it.”

Returning her focus to her traitorous fellow nurse, Nesta frowned. “That doesn’t explain how he knows I’m still here.”

“He may have overheard me celebrating my victory a few minutes ago.” She smirked. “Gwyn has to take my shifts with Merrill for the next week.”

Nesta grimaced. The older nurse was brutal to work with, especially if she thought the VAD nurses like Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta were shirking their responsibilities. She accommodating enough for the soldiers, but all the nurses knew to steer clear of her wrath whenever possible.

Gwyn nodded at Nesta’s expression. “And he was my next patient when Emerie found me.”

“And what? He forced you to come back here and bother me?”

“He asked nicely.”

“Weak, Gwyneth Berdara. Weak.” Nesta knew her fellow nurse had a soft spot for soldiers like him who bore their injuries with grace and good humor, willing to crack a joke or, if they were not too injured, gambol about the grounds during recreation hours. Especially if those soldiers were tall and dark-haired and unreasonably muscled.

Gwyn shrugged unapologetically. “Like he doesn’t make you flustered, Nesta.”

“He does not,” Nesta bit out. Exasperated, absolutely. Incensed, occasionally. Even, in rare moments, begrudgingly amused. But certainly not flustered.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you are,” Emerie said, grinning with a faux innocence that Nesta didn’t believe for a moment. “He’s not even my type,” she smirked. “But I have eyes.”

“I hate you.”

“As much as you hate him?”

“More.”

Gwyn hummed. “Lucky Emerie.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow in question.

“Oh, nothing. I’ve just never known anyone whose hate looked so much like desire before.”

Emerie winked salaciously at Nesta, who only rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics. “I’m still not going.”

“Sure you’re not, Nurse Nes.”

“Emerie, I swear—”

“He expected you’d say that.” Gwyn smiled, interrupting them. “And he told me to tell you that if you didn’t come help him, he’d have to cope with the pain through song.”

“Arse.” She had heard him singing with the men before—loud, raucous marching songs that seemed to be dictated primarily by enthusiasm rather than any actual musical talent. “So he intends to wake the whole wing if I don’t go? That’s asking nicely, Gwyn?”

Gwyn shrugged. “I’m sure Clotho and Merrill wouldn’t blame you for it.”

But they would, Nesta knew. When she paused her studies at Somerville to join the VAD and the military hospital that sprang up in what had once been her college, she and her fellow volunteers were told to make the patients in their care as happy as possible, no matter what. They were not to do anything that would cause a scandal, of course, but barring that, any desire was considered reasonable—extra food after mealtimes, a new pillow every hour, even time with a preferred nurse if requested. After all, they were exactly what the first letter of their organization’s acronym indicated: voluntary. They had no previous training, no credentials or certificates like those possessed by the professional nurses who oversaw them. What did they know?

Quite a bit, and often more than the so-called ‘professionals’. Certainly more than they did a year and a half ago when they first entered the service. Nesta may have been raised in a manor house, bred for marriage and comfort after the culmination of her studies, but the war had changed all of that, had changed her. She was no longer a stranger to fluids and grotesque injuries, to bodies and hard, messy work. Gwyn and Emerie were the same.

But none of that mattered, not really, to the more senior nurses, except for the fact that it made their jobs marginally easier. The VAD women were still expected to appease and please. So they did.

Nesta sighed, looking forlornly at the book she wouldn’t get to pick up again for at least another day.

“I’ll tell him to expect you in ten minutes, then?” Gwyn asked, reading her decision on her face.

“Yes, alright,” Nesta grumbled, standing and stretching for the first time in—she glanced again at the clock—three hours. She hoped that whatever nonsense she was about to face would resolve itself quickly enough that she could get home and sleep, although, she thought, as she began to gather her things, she wouldn’t count on it.

“Hope Dell’s book was worth it!” Emerie called as she moved out of the doorway and back into the darkened ward.

“I’m sure it was,” Gwyn said to Nesta, following Emerie out. “Piers’ letter?” She asked knowingly.

“Piers’ letter.” Nesta mimed fanning herself, and Gwyn laughed as she left Nesta to gather her things.

Grumbling about needing to find new friends, Nesta slowly made her way into what had once been the West dining room. With thin walls, cramped quarters, and a confusing odor of long-forgotten roast dinners mingled with astringent antiseptics, it was ill-suited to its current purpose as a hospital ward.

Almost as ill-suited, Nesta mused to herself as she wended her way through the beds of sleeping men, as she was to the nursing profession. Her friends seemed to take to the profession naturally: Gwyn had quickly amassed a staggering knowledge of illness and injuries and could diagnose patients quicker than most of the physicians; Emerie demonstrated a singular talent for using the standard physician-prescribed therapies in innovative ways to help the soldiers progress more quickly along their healing journey.

Nesta had no such mastery. She wasn’t incompetent at any task, and was quite good at many of them, but she did not have any particular specialty. Nor did she excel at the ‘appease and please’ aspect of her role. She had little patience for the soldiers’ petty complaints, their bored antics, their casual flirting. She did her job, cared for her patients professionally and efficiently, shutting down their attempts for favors and conversation and flirtation, and went home to her books at the end of the day. It was how she liked it. And it meant that, over time, few soldiers particularly liked her.

All except one.

At the sound of her approaching footsteps, Nesta saw him turn his head, a satisfied smile already stretching across his face that, had he been anyone else, would have caused Nesta’s heart to start racing.

As a man, Lieutenant Cassian Davies was magnetic. Handsome in a rugged kind of way, he was imposingly tall and broad with a body that, even injured as it was, spoke of lethal grace and destructive power. His face bore the proof of this: small scars cut across his eyebrows and lips, and his nose had clearly been broken and reset at least once. His hazel eyes often shone with a mirth that drew soldiers and nurses alike to his bedside, but there was an edge to them as well—something surprisingly hard and deceptively calculating. Like all of the men convalescing at their hospital, Lieutenant Davies had seen tremendous bloodshed, but he alone seemed to rise above it, to possess some inherent mastery over it. He was dangerous and desirable in equal measure, and though Nesta refused to join in with the other nurses when they gushed about him in the privacy of their dormitory, she couldn’t deny his appeal.

As a patient though? He was everything she loathed: loud, flirtatious, stubborn, and shamelessly relentless in his attempts to irritate her.

“Nurse Nes!”

“Threatening to wake the ward is a new low, even for you, Lieutenant Davies. And don’t call me that.” Nesta hissed, approaching his bedside and glaring down at him.

“Sweetheart—” Lieutenant Davies raised his good arm in an attempt to pacify her, but Nesta interrupted him.

“Wrong again, Lieutenant.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Nurse Archeron,” he apologized with mock contrition, affecting the tone of an impudent schoolboy brought before his headmaster. “I’m so glad you could make it. I was just about to treat the lads to a rendition of ‘Pack Up Your Troubles.’”

Nesta didn’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to look over his chart to guess at what it was he might need. The sooner she could figure it out, the sooner she could leave Lieutenant Davies and his foolishness behind. She could make it through this without succumbing to his antics. She could be professional. She could.

Even with her eyes focused on his chart, however, she felt the weight of his gaze on her, deciding how best to challenge her attempt at professionalism.

And then he found it: “I still could sing, you know. You might benefit from hearing the chorus.”

She whipped her head up and saw his eyes spark with pleasure at having successfully baited her, but she was too irritated to care. “‘Smile, smile, smile?’” Nesta asked, biting out the lyrics.

“You already know the words! You’ll be a natural in no time.”

“Please.” She resisted the urge to argue further, forcing herself to direct her attention back to the chart in her hands. Could he want another pillow? Or more food? Was he due for—

“So, what do you say, Nes?” Lieutenant Davies asked, interrupting her train of thought. “Are you going to smile, smile, smile?” He grinned as he softly sang the melody.

“Your singing is atrocious.”

He scoffed. “It’s excellent. Now, my dancing—.”

“I can only imagine that it’s even worse, Lieutenant Davies,” she interrupted.

“Once I get back up on my feet again I promise to show you just how wrong you are. Don’t think I didn’t notice you considering a smile.”

“Enough.” This had to end. Nesta could feel the weight of her hair heavy on her head after having it tied up in her standard braided coronet all day, and that, coupled with Lieutenant Davies’ teasing, was threatening to give her a headache. “What do you want?”

“Nesta Archeron,” he admonished, and Nesta chose to ignore the way her body shivered at the sound of her full name on his lips. “We have got to work on your bedside manner.”

She huffed. “If you find it so appalling, there are at least a dozen other nurses who would be more than happy to assist you.”

“I told Gwynnie. None of them have your magic touch.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Nes—”

“Wake the whole ward for all I care.” She dropped his chart with a clatter and turned on her heel, ready to storm out

There was a pause, and then, before she could take a step, Lieutenant Davies called out softly, “My shoulder is a little sore.”

Nesta imagined it was. The report of his injury at the Somme had been a gruesome note in what was and continued to be the bloodiest battle of the war thus far, and one that just kept going, if the steady stream of new patients into the hospital was anything to be believed. A few days into the battle, Lieutenant Davies had been wounded by shell fragments that embedded themselves into his chest and shoulder, some dangerously close to his lungs. He bore the injury well, but from the lines etched on his face and the tension in his jaw, she could tell it ached more than he let on. He would be bedridden for at least another two weeks before physical therapy could begin.

“And you couldn’t ask Nurse Berdara for another dose of morphine?”

“You make me feel like I’ve earned it, sweetheart.”

She snorted at that. “Fine.” She stooped to gather the supplies she would need from a low shelf on the cart at the foot of his bed, then turned to pull on gloves and prepare the needle for the injection. “But only because you were due for one anyway.”

“Whatever you say, Nurse Archeron. I know you like me.” As she administered the drug, he began humming quietly, his body slowly loosening as it worked its way through his system.

“Done. Goodnight, Lieutenant Davies.”

“No goodnight kiss?” He murmured the question as his eyes shuttered closed, relentlessly flirtatious to the last.

Nesta watched the morphine lull Lieutenant Davies into a deep sleep. “For you? I think not.”

She turned and made her way quietly out of the ward, thinking of her bed and her book. And if her thoughts drifted back to a certain sleeping soldier and she smiled slightly? Well, there was no one awake to notice.

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August 1916

“How are you feeling, Lieutenant Davies?”

Cassian looked up from the casualty sheets he had been apprehensively scanning for his brothers’ names to find Sr. Merrill, one of the older nurses who oversaw the hospital, standing at the foot of his bed.

His arm fucking ached—not that he would say that to a nun. He hadn’t lost all his manners in the trenches.

Just most of them. And especially when faced with the pretty nurse who made him feel more than a little stupid with her honey-brown hair and sharp tongue. But Nesta Archeron was nowhere in sight, nor had she been for several days—attempting to avoid him, most likely.

So he only answered, “Still a little sore, m’am. But better than yesterday.”

Sr. Merrill smiled at that. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re in good spirits. You’re to start physical therapy today.”

Cassian could have wept with joy. Although the injury had been localized to his upper body, the damage had been severe enough that the doctors had insisted that he remain bedridden and stuck indoors for at least a month. And he had, albeit reluctantly. For someone used to near-constant activity, whose men called him ‘the General’ for the drills he would put them (and himself) through between battles, a month of idleness was akin to torture. There were only so many card games a man could play or books he could read, only so many soldiers and nurses he could talk to, and (in his bleaker moments) only so many times he could catalog in minute detail the unidentifiable stains that graced the walls of the ward. Restless and bored, Cassian was more than ready to get back on his feet, to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on his face again. “When do I start?”

“Tomorrow. I have you scheduled with Nurse Carynth. She’s one of our best for physical therapy.”

Cassian knew her. Strikingly pretty and statuesque, she could out-swear most of the men and had earned her reputation as an excellent physical therapist through a combination of what appeared to be genuine brilliance and a singular ability to browbeat and cajole her patients into pushing themselves. He had seen her work with a few of the other men from his company, and knew that if anyone else in the hospital deserved the title of ‘the General,’ it would be her.

But he wondered—“I’ve heard she’s effective, yes, but,” He paused, looking for the right words, although he knew that Sr. Merrill and the other nurses were inclined to humor their patients’ requests whenever possible. “I was wondering if I could work with someone else.”

“Oh?” She looked puzzled, but pulled out a pen to note the change. “Do you have a specific nurse in mind?”

Cassian smiled.

He was still smiling as he sat in Sr. Merrill’s office the following day listening to an incensed Nesta Archeron argue with her supervisor.

“No.” She said, her blue-gray eyes flashing flintily as she crossed her arms. “I’m not working with him.”

Sr. Merrill raised an eyebrow. “And why not? Do you have an objection to working with Lieutenant Davies?”

“Yes.”

When Nesta didn’t elaborate, Sr. Merrill gestured for her to continue. “Go on.”

Nesta tilted her head, and Cassian could tell she was calculating her response. “It’s not personal,” she began.

Cassian snorted. He knew that it absolutely was. Nesta Archeron was the one nurse at Somerville who couldn’t stand him. From the look on Sr. Merrill’s face, the older nurse knew that as well, although she did an admirable job trying to hide it.

“It’s not.” Nesta turned to face him for the first time since they entered the office a few minutes ago. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. He could feel the anger radiating off of her, burning cold and sharp and exhilarating. It had been over a month since Cassian had seen any combat, but watching her like this scratched the same itch, and he knew that he would do any number of unspeakable things to keep stoking that fire.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Then what might be the issue, Nurse Archeron?”

She glared at his use of her correct title for once, knowing he only did it to irritate her in front of her supervisor, then turned back to face Sr. Merrill with a barely audible huff.

“My reasons are professional. I am not a particularly skilled physical therapist, and the severity of Lieutenant Davies’ injuries suggests that he’ll need special attention. He should be working with Nurse Carynth or Nurse Madja.”

Sr. Merrill frowned at that. “You’ll be following a plan of care left by one of the doctors, so there’s no need for you to do anything terribly innovative. That’s not your role here.”

“I know you’ll take good care of me, Nurse Archeron,” Cassian added, doing his best to look sincere. And he was, mostly. Nesta may not have been the warmest nurse at Somerville, but she was a damn good one. Not that he’d ever tell her that.

She didn’t respond to his comment, but Cassian was familiar enough with her expressions after a month of making a study of her to know she wanted to roll her eyes, and he couldn’t help the grin that began to break over his face.

“But I know how you VAD girls are,” Sr. Merrill interrupted, forestalling any further argument between them with a dismissive wave of her hand. Her tone dripped with derision, and Cassian’s grin faded as he saw Nesta tense, her spine straightening.“If you’re truly unwilling, I’m sure Lieutenant Davies will accept another nurse for his therapy.” She paused. “But I will be making a note in your file, Nurse Archeron.”

Nesta’s lips tightened. Cassian grimaced slightly as he observed her wage a silent war with herself, feeling increasingly ill-at-ease with his provocation of this element of the hospital’s hierarchical drama.

“Well, Nurse Archeron?” Sr. Merrill asked.

Cassian watched Nesta collect herself. The changes were subtle–her spine remained straight, unbowed by the weight of the threat, but he saw the way she banked the fire burning in her eyes until all that seemed to remain was a cool, professional detachment. He hated it.

But he knew her answer.

“I’ll do it.”

“Excellent.” Sr. Merrill handed Nesta a folder that Cassian presumed was his plan of care. “Thank you for wasting everyone’s time.”

Nesta took the folder and stood abruptly, stalking out of the room.

“Lieutenant Davies,” Sr. Merrill addressed him, drawing his attention away from Nesta’s retreating form. “I understand if you’d like to switch nurses after that … display.” She looked distastefully toward the door. “I have always believed that you boys deserve better than being subjected to the whims of spoiled ladies unused to hard work.”

Cassian stood stiffly, his injured arm aching from tension he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and frowned down at Sr. Merrill. “I meant what I said. I trust Nurse Archeron to take care of me.” His tone was sharp, defensive.

Sr. Merrill sniffed. “Of course. See that I don’t hear any complaints from your commander if you remain on the injury register longer than you ought.”

“You won’t. M’am.” With a sharp nod of his head, Cassian turned to follow after Nesta, moving a damn sight slower than he would have preferred. His arm throbbed and his legs felt heavy and stiff, aggravatingly fatigued already.

Nesta had stopped by the entrance to the ward, presumably to wait for him, her gaze focused off into the distance rather than watching his progress.

Cassian didn’t rush—wouldn’t have, even if he could have moved more quickly—taking the time instead to study her. She still wore the detached professionalism she had donned during the meeting, but her eyes were tired, wearied after the confrontation with Merrill. He wanted the fire back.

And he knew how to get it. Quashing his still-lingering guilt, he asked, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

She startled slightly, coming out of whatever reverie she had been caught in, and scowled up at him as he drew abreast of her. “I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

He smiled to hear a hint of spirit back in her voice. “I’ll take you in whatever mood I can get, Nes.”

She hummed, her gaze assessing and the set of her mouth unimpressed. “Let’s get this over with, then.”

With that, she pulled open the door to the ward and began walking deeper into the room, not stopping to see if Cassian was following after her.

He trailed along behind, noting that she passed the door that led outside onto the lawn where most of the other officers had been led by their respective nurses for therapy or recreation. The late summer day was inviting, after all—bright and sunny and warm after a span of rainy weeks.

Because of this, the ward was nearly empty, so Cassian called out to her, “I didn’t mean to cause any problems, you know.”

Her gait didn’t change, but he saw the tilt of her head as she considered his words. “That’s not an apology.”

“You’re right,” he conceded. “I didn’t know about Merrill. I’m sorry for having involved her. But,” he smiled, “I’m not sorry you’re assigned to me.”

“We’ll see,” she said, finally stopping and turning around to face him.

Nesta had led them to a room at the back of the ward. It was small and slightly dingy; he guessed that it had once been some kind of larder for the college before the war.

Cassian looked inside and then back at her, a question in his eyes.

She raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to go inside. “After you.”

“I thought officers got to go outside for their therapies.” He looked back longingly toward the door to the lawn, the late summer morning streaming through the window panes nearly irresistible after a month indoors.

“Not the ones assigned to me. Everything we need is right here in this room,” she said. She wasn’t quite smiling, but he could see a hint of malicious pleasure gleaming at the corners of her eyes.

Cassian forced himself to smile, hoping that his disappointment wasn’t evident. Well played, Sweetheart. He turned to the only weapon he had remaining because he damn sure wasn’t about to give her this victory easily. “It certainly is, sweetheart. And we’ll get to be so close,” he all but purred, trying to ruffle her feathers.

But she only rolled her eyes and began setting up the space according to whatever was detailed on his chart, dragging a chair and a few small weights to the center of the room.

He turned to cast a final glance back, wondering what he could do to change her mind. Surely she didn’t want to spend the day cooped up inside too. What would she want? Would she want him to beg for it? Would he?

He would. For her. And for the outdoors.

But then the sound of a throat clearing delicately brought him back to the cell of a larder, and he returned his attention to Nesta. Her eyes were on him, head tilted to the side like a predator studying its prey.

“Positive you don’t want to work with Nurse Carynth now?”

Cassian looked her over, his gaze catching on the blue-gray eyes that dared him to call her bluff, and he smiled, a real one this time. He would play her game. For now. “Positive. Do your worst, Nurse Nes.”

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A few notes on the historical elements of this chapter:

— The title of this fic comes from Robert Graves’ poem “Intercession in Late October.”

— The quote that opens this chapter is from Ethel M. Dell’s Bars of Iron, which was one of the best-selling books of 1916. Dell wrote hugely popular romances and was successful enough to support her family on the proceeds of her writing alone, although her work was often disparaged by critics and criticized for being too sexual.

— Cassian is loosely based on Robert Graves, a captain in the 3rd Battalion of the Royal Welch Fusiliers, a poet, and the author of Goodbye to All That, a 1929 memoir about his experiences in WWI. Nesta is loosely based on Vera Brittain, a VAD nurse and author of Testament of Youth, a 1933 memoir about her experiences as a nurse and her postwar turn toward pacifism.

— Both Robert Graves and Vera Britten were connected to Somerville College, although they were not there at the same time. Somerville was founded as a women’s college in 1879; it was requisitioned by the War Office to serve as a hospital during WWI. Vera Brittain had been reading English Literature when the war broke out, and she took a leave of absence to serve in the VAD, returning to complete her studies in History in 1919. Robert Graves, after being injured in July during the Battle of the Somme (July 1, 1916—November 18, 1916) was sent to Somerville to recover, and while there, had a brief romance with one of the nurses.

— The tensions between the VAD (Voluntary Aid Detachment) and professional nurses was a real concern during WWI, although it has been dramatized here. Most of the volunteers were middle and upper class women and lacked both the skills of professional nurses and (for some) the propensity for hard labor and discipline. These tensions gradually dissipated as the war went on.

— “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag, and Smile, Smile, Smile” was a popular WWI marching song, first published in 1915. The words were written by George Henry Powell and were set to music by his brother, Felix.

— The notice “Officers are requested not to throw custard at the walls” was real; it was found in Maitland Hall after Somerville was converted back into a college.

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Stab My Heart

Wednesday Addams X AFAB! Vampire! Reader // minors dni! 18+!

WARNINGS!: dom! aged up Wednesday, intense knife kink, intense blood kink, strap-on, sadist x masochist?, lots of blood and kinda gorey, mentions of stabbing and slicing for pleasure

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: This is a crazy smut fic so viewer discretion is HEAVILY advised. I got a fucked up idea when I was feeling down so I wrote my feelings LOL. Also I’m not responsible for any discomfort reading this may cause - y’all have been warned so tread carefully mhm. This isn’t for the faint of heart, but it’s not like your guts are exposed yknow

Just To Clarify:

Reader is half vampire, a ‘hybrid’

Reader doesn’t feel pain like a normal person

Based on the song “I’m in love with a killer”

Characters are around ages 21+ and in college

Fake vampire lore lol

💀heh

Dating Wednesday Addams was like dating a ticking time bomb, any second she could go off without so much as a warning.

However, the adrenaline you feel, the excitement, you were far too addicted to settle for anything less.

Her soft yet strong hands, covered in your own sticky blood.. nothing aroused you more. Maybe you were as twisted as her.

Essentially, you were perfect for eachother in every single way. A sadist who enjoys torture and knives, and a masochist who quite literally feels more pleasure than pain when getting stabbed.

You sure hoped no one ever attempted to mug you with a knife, they’d end up more scarred than you.

. .

In vampire society, hybrids weren’t too uncommon. They could lean more towards the human side, or more towards the vampire side. Only few were blessed with eternal life, human genes far too weak to overcome the venomous vampiric DNA. A key way for a full fledged vampire parent to tell just where their child lies on the line is brutally known as the stabbing test.

Yes, stabbing.

Its piercing through the skin that sets a vampire apart from a human.

Full fledged vampires could be stabbed and feel almost nothing at all, fully healing soon after. Its the lack of blood that was the telltale sign, the only small amount left inside their bodies being a black color.

This was the reason why full fledged ones felt cold to the touch.

A hybrid leaning more towards the human side would feel a somewhat regular amount of pain, but it’s dull in comparison. Fresh blood would spew from the wound, creating a large mess. Hybrids like this were rare.

You were on the line closer to vampires. You’d feel the piercing sting, the rush of warmth gushing from your wound, but barely flinching. It just didn’t bother you.

This barbaric test was admistered by your mother senior year at Nevermore during parents weekend - right across from Wednesday Addams, a girl you didn’t even know but sat near on this day only because your mother and her mother were friends from their academy days.

She stabbed you right in the neck, already fully confident that you would be completely fine. She just had to test this theory. She didn’t mean to catch you off guard, she fully expected you to dodge or something.

But you didn’t.

Your blood spurted onto your mother, who wore a knowing yet disappointed grin, still maintaining her conversation with Morticia. Unfortunately, you choked on the blood bubbling in your throat and coughed a significant amount onto the gothic girl.

Red mixed with black, a beautiful sight just like the one you saw at the Rave’N some time agox

You wouldve apologized immediately if your mother hadn’t temporarily rendered you inable to speak.

Surprisingly, though, it was Wednesday who reached across the table, pulling the knife from your neck before you had the chance, her eyes glued to the unusually dark blood spewing from the wound. Even if you were more vampire than human, you still bled quite a bit.

It was a gruesome and a horrific sight to most people, but you supposed the Addams family wasn’t like most people.

In fact, you were pretty sure Wednesday in particular liked the sight of blood.

Of course, the sudden significant amount of blood loss made you faint, but it wasn’t really that painful.

By the time you woke up, the wound was completely healed.. but you were in dire need of a new uniform. You looked like you were just murdered.

After that day, Wednesday was infatuated by you. Or perhaps you had just imagined it, because for the rest of senior year she was constantly trying to catch you off-guard and stab you.

A deadly dance. It was a bit annoying when you were carrying something like a cup of coffee or juice and you accidentally spill it to avoid the blade.

You learned from a text from your mother a month after you fainting that this was because she had asked Wednesday to keep you on your toes, not at all happy that you couldn’t react fast enough to stop her from stabbing you - claiming that you embarrassed her.

It was easy to conclude that vampire society was beyond fucked up from this text, but it was hard to complain. A pretty girl constantly stalking you, trying to catch you off guard to deliver a bloody blow was like a romantic gesture in your eyes.

You admit, you senses were shit, and she was helping you listen to them more by doing this. You supposed it was necessary, on the account of the real world, the world outside of Nevermore, absolutely hating vampires. No doubt in your mind, someone else would probably stab you too - and it would ruin your clothes. Regardless, a blow to the heart was still fatal, you had to be careful.

It was like cat and mouse, but the mouse wouldnt die from the cat piercing its tiny body with its razor sharp claws.

And you definitely knew the chase excited her as much as it did you - you did become friends from this after all.

And after Nevermore, you became lovers.

She was no longer as persistent in her persuit to catch you off guard and drive a dragger in your gut, especially after you finally learned how to dodge, far too busy with university.

Writing was still her passion, but so was gore and detective work. Yes, she was working towards becoming a forensic investigator, planning to use real life experiences to aid in her writing creativity - just like she did while at Nevermore.

There was no doubt in your mind, she would be the best.

She always was the best at most things she did, and bringing you pleasure was something she believed only she could do.

Yes, a sickeningly twisted match made in hell.

Luckily, you found a cheap house to live in after you graduated from the academy. Multiple people mysteriously died in it and now it was dirt cheap. Perfect for the creepy duo.

She wanted it to stay a creepy, an abandoned looking mess, but you eventually compromised and got a contractor to renovate the place with leftover funds. It quite literally looked like it could fall apart at any second.

Once done, it was still creepy but now it was beautiful, like a black dahlia.

Though it’s definitely haunted, the only one with permission to end your life was Wednesday herself.

Every time she tied you to your shared bed and lightly dragged a knife down your stomach she’d remind you. She could easily sink it into your heart at any moment, twisting it in your flesh.

You swore this.. kink.. only developed after getting involved with this girl. Not that you minded. You adored being the only one who could fulfill her twisted desires.

Wet squelches filled the air, your thighs trembling as they sat wrapped tightly around her small waist, her black strap on pounding into you with trained exact precision that made your insides feel like goo and set your mind on ablaze.

“Mine..” She’d rasp, leaning over you to gaze into your hazy (e/c) eyes, bloodied, custom carved knife sitting right against the base of your neck, “You’re mine.”

Wednesday was a pretty possessive person over what was hers.

She carved a W into the skin just below your collar bone, above your heart that skipped a beat. Wednesday watched in sick satisfaction as your back arched, your slick lips parting to moan like a slut with each slice as your own warm blood trickled down your body, staining the white sheets that was already covered in blood.

It looked like a crime scene. The bed groaned as you tugged at the restraints, white hot pleasure blinding you. The burn felt so good, pleasure blossoming like flowers in the spring.

Your abused pussy clenched down so hard on her strap-on that you momentarily made it hard for her to move deep inside of you, eliciting a slight chuckle from her.

“Sweet thing, my dear poisioned apple..” She drawled as you whimpered, staring with doe eyes up at her, knife digging into your skin as she dragged it up your throat to just under your chin. Blood painted your skin in a beautiful black cherry color as you shakily inhaled.

The silvery light of the moon poured in from the hastily shut black curtains, illuminating her breathtaking form. She looked like more of a corpse than you, beauty ethereal.

It was moments like these that you swore you were under some sort of spell, frozen in time.

“You amaze me.”

The bloodied knife was discarded beside you, having already served its purpose - evidence being the multiple healed stab wounds from earlier in the night.

Her cold hands smeared with crimson moved one of your legs up onto her shoulder so she could fuck you deeper into the creaking mattress, spiders crawling around in her stomach at the beautiful cries you let out. She then grabbed the red vibrator sitting on the bed, turning it on medium before holding it to your cute, twitching clit.

“A-aAh!”

The sudden buzzing sensation against your sensitive bundle of already abused nerves made you yelp, damn near pushing her away from you as your hips jerked, body subconsciously squirming to get away from the sudden intense pleasure.

“W-Wednesday!! Wednesday-! Aa-aahn!! S’to much!! It’s ugNN!”

The smirking ravenette eagerly drank up your besutiful cries, even going as far as to lick away the stray tears leaking from your eyes.

You couldn’t escape her intense love even if you tried. Not that you would want to.

There was a safe word, you’d use it if you needed to.

Roughly grasping your face with her other hand, she pulled you in for a searing hot kiss that was undeniably lewd, your fangs accidentally cutting her lip as she kissed you deeply.

Her lips felt like molten hot lava against your own.

Your brain was absolutely fried, the delicious taste of her own blood seeping into your mouth sending you over the edge as her tongue fought a one sided battle with your own.

You could barely think, she once again fucked you dumb.

Pleasure so intense you felt as though your nerves were on fire shot down your spine as she drank your moans and pathetic whines with lips painted in her own blood. The familiar, embarrassing feeling filled your system as your squirted all over your lovers lower body, creaming on the strap-on that was fucking you through your intense orgasm.

Your nails dug into your palms, feeling so helpless from the mind-shattering pleasure overtaking you.

The juices from your cunt left a large puddle below your ass, mixing with the arousal that dripped down her own creamy thighs.

Her hips continuing to snap into yours did nothing to ground you, neither did her tender touch on your cheek. Your whole body was shaking as fresh tears poured from your eyes from how overwhelming and overstimulating the pleasure she graciously gifted you with was.

“There, there, (Y/N),” She cooed, voice sweet like sugar, “It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her voice, usually monotonous but now sprinkled with adoration, faded away as black dots overtook your vision - you passed out from exhaustion.

That was the fifth intense orgasm of the night, after all.

Wednesday had a lot of pent of frustration that night from work and school, and you were all too willing to indulge her.

Stilling her hips, she kissed sweetly at your neck that was absolutely covered in her love bites before licking a long stripe up your throat, tasting your own metallic blood on her tongue. She quite enjoyed the taste that was uniquely yours.

Pulling away, she observed your bloodied form with unblinking eyes whilst sitting back on her haunches, huffing out a breath from the workout.

You were just what she needed.

All your wounds were already healed, the blood from older ones from earlier in the night having already crusted while the newer blood remained wet.

Sighing, Wednesday pulled out of your sweet pussy, watching for a moment as you clenched around nothing.

Intense after care was always a must after love-making sessions like these, and she prided herself in being an expert at it. A warm wash cloth was already on your chest as she began gently wiping away the blood, occasionally kissing at the freshly cleaned skin.

Any ghosts in this house were definitely traumatized, and no doubt afraid of her at this point. Wednesday’s lips twitched with a slight smile at the thought.

She had already turned the bath faucet on, your favorite essential oils already in the tub, as well as a few lit candles around the room to add to the ambience. She loves you, and she knew little things like this showed it.

You’d wake up soon, and she’d be damned if you werent relaxing in that tub when you did. She knew your body would be sore, the warm water should have already relaxed your arching muscles by the time you awake.

While your sex life may be fucked up and twisted in a way normies couldn’t understand, hell - you were pretty sure only some vampires saw the appeal, it was fun and full of unwavering love, devotion, and loyalty. Even if it looked like medieval torture and you both had to constantly buy new sheets.

Yes, you were hers as she was yours - the W above your chest may have fully healed, leaving no trace of it’s existence, but Wednesday had already stabbed her dagger into your heart years ago.

please be kind im fragile lolol

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vicontheinternet · 18 days

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Police forces across the country are using excessive force (tasing and fucking sniper’s on the roof) on college campuses and students for checks notes peacefully protesting and dancing and there are citizens in this country saying yes we do in fact need more brutality let’s bring the fucking national guard into this y’all are stupid!

#police brutality #columbia university #emory university #ohio state university #ut austin #cal poly humboldt #current events

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“His Love…” one shot “what if” scenario *Requested* please read note and warning label before reading.

Alright here we go. Sorry for the long wait, but I finally got it. so if you read the original requested scenario, on the end, Heethan wife’s up Y/n and gets her pregnant. This is the alt route as requested where y/n manages to flee and actually dates another man, and as you probably surmised, bc there is another man involved, Heethan is a little bit brutal (imo) I promise there’s no chocolate syrup this time (although 50% loved it, the other half of you got a little scared and I apologize for that.) either way, I’m glad that y’all still enjoy the series “what if” scenarios. Pls remember these are just drabbles that aren’t a part of the main series there it’s not canon, it’s just what would happen if the situation occurred. I want to point that out so Heethan’s character isn’t tarnished lol *ahem “Going Viral” ahem*

Warnings: so I promised there’s no choco-dick, but this has doubled penetration (with a vibrating dildo) and heethan himself. And when I saw double penetration, I’m taking both holes and both, Heeseung and Ethan have their fill with the dbl pen. So please note that before reading on in case you aren’t comfortable with that. I don’t like to spoil it but after “Going Viral” part 3, Im going to start soooking a little just for forwarding purposes. Also, non-con…it turns in to consensual (sort of….?) but it will/can be uncomfortable if you’re not into reading that. So please read at your own risk. There’s also mentions of beating up someone, tracking y/n down, insults (heethan is kind of a dick in this AR guys….that’s why I mentioned that it’s not canon) but also pls remember (not that I’m trying to defend him) he does get devastated and hurt….and MAD. But he still loves you, so he teaches you a little lesson (and insults you in the worst way possible) before taking you off the market. And I think that’s all of it.

To tap this off….this was actually way worse and I revised it and changed it up bc it was waaaaay too brutal. And I didn’t want to post that version, so for those of you that want to know what was originally written before I revised it (it was just small revisions), send me an anon ask and I’ll answer it privately bc I didn’t want to risk getting that out there and possibly flagged….again.

You couldn’t believe you pulled it off. Maybe he wasn’t as clever as you gave him credit for. The whole time you were fearful that his cunning attitude would have allowed him to catch on of your plans in switching schools and moving away…from him.

‘I didn’t want to end it this way….but I had no choice. He wouldn’t let me go….Heeseung….I’m sorry.’

Initially you didn’t think you’d have the fortitude to go forth with moving away. It was a lot harder than you had thought, and the fact that you were limited to where you could go, considering you needed to pick a new school and coordinate a place to stay; somewhere that was outside the local area. When it came to escaping him, the farther away, the better.

That’s where your best friend from High School came to mind, Elisa. Your pretty and comforting friend, she was dear to you as h/n and the others, which you unfortunately had to leave behind without saying a word. After some time you figured you’ll be able to hit them up and explain things, but for now, you couldn’t risk your plan being exposed to Heeseung, so all contacts mutual contacts had to be left out, leaving you only Elisa to help you through this.

Elisa and her longtime boyfriend, Sean, ended getting married right after Elisa and you graduated high school, Sean was roughly the same age as Heeseung. Being married before finishing college isn’t ideal, but that didn’t deter them from receiving full support from their family’s as far as their nuptials went. With Sean’s parents giving him their house as a wedding gift upon deciding to move and retire out of the country, it made things so much easier for you once you had reconnected with Elisa.

All you had to worry about was to wait and begin classes at a new school that you applied for. Getting accepted was surprisingly easy, but because their semester had just started, you had a long wait before you could continue your education.

“Why not take this time and explore the area? You’ve never been here before right? There’s lots to do.” Elisa encourages you as you, her, and Sean all day at the table, eating breakfast.

“Yeah I could, that would be nice.”

Elisa and Sean’s residence was on the other side of the country from where Heeseung and the others were. Since you didn’t leave any evidence of moving, and Heeseung having no clue where you currently reside, it would be safe and a prime moment to get familiar sign the area.

“In fact, Sean and I are going away for two weeks for a family event, did you want to go? “

“No it’s fine. If it’s alright with you, I’ll stay behind and look after your house, and get familiar with the area and the campus for when I finally start school again. “

Nodding in agreement, you felt a sense of sensational relief.

…………………..

“I don’t want this anymore! You’re suffocating me with your jealousy and you’re always so clingy it’s annoying!”

“Me?….” Heeseung snarls as his eyes widened annd leans in with his arms crossed, squaring his eyes with your own as he closes the distance between the two of you. An incident at a local party had led the both of you to engage in a heated argument.

“Did you see the way that guy touched you? You can’t seriously blame me for what happened.”

“You went too far. You can’t just grab every guy that hits on me and throw them around or punch them Heeseung, it’s not right.”

“Neither is them touching your hips…”

“He was wanting to dance.”

“Yeah…not gonna fly. “

“This is what I mean! God! I can’t do this anymore! People are scared of you and they’re scared of me! They’re scared to talk to me because they fear of what you’ll do to them.”

He drags his palm over his eyes and rests it over his mouth, the fleshy portion between his index and thumb nestled just under his nostrils as he looks down at you with heavy eyelids. His expression reflected a field of irritation, anger, and exhaustion.

“I only do what is deemed necessary y/n. Someone talks to you, fine. But touching you is a completely different story.”

“It doesn’t matter! Leave me alone I want out! “

“………”

“…..I don’t want to be with you anymore…”

You truly meant it, yet a part of you believed that you could have a change of heart had he appealed to you. However, what transpired after your statement caused you to ground your dedication in leaving him.

“I don’t think so babe…”

“I said leave me alone!”

“Alright, fucking yell at me again. Threaten to leave and tell me you don’t want to be with me…go ahead, say it. I promise you….you’re not going to like what happens….you’re making the beast rattle in his cage, and I’m trying to keep him tamed. But go ahead and talk that shit again, I’ll fucking let it out.”

Feeling bold out of irritation and frustration, you called his bluff and spat out “I hate you” only to find that he wasn’t bluffing. Not one bit….

………….

“Oh my gosh girl, what are those?…bite marks?”

“Huh? Oh….yeah.”

“…..from the possessive boyfriend?”

“……..”

A flashback of the fight with Heeseung speared through your head as Elisa remarked the evidence of his ravaged affection that night. You’d been wearing clothes to cover up your entire body, despite that it was summer.

‘Maybe going to the beach with them wasn’t such a good idea….everything can be seen.’

“Here girl, take this.”

Elisa hands you her mesh swim dress, and to your surprise, it helped with obscuring the harshness of each mark. The purple, blue, and red coloration of spots became hidden under the black fabric, and the puncture dots couldn’t even be seen, at least, wherever the dress covered. Since it was a shorter one, the markings of his territory could still be seen on your legs and thighs.

“Thank you.”

“Jesus…on your arms and feet too? What the Hell…..just what kind of man is this person y/n?”

‘Not a man…but two men. One, a monster, and the other, a demon. I don’t even know which one is which anymore…’

“Just some guy…the marks look a lot worse than how they feel. We had a fight and he just gets….really passionate with his display of affection.”

‘Why am I trying to defend him?’

“Well that’s hot and all but not if it’s non-consensual. I’m glad you’re away from that asshole.”

Looking over to her, you smile softly as you stared at the sand and nodded.

“…..yeah.”

The next few days, you kept thinking about him. You wondered if he was moving on or if he was still angry, or maybe still looking for you. Who knows. You even thought of calling him just to talk it over, getting him to calm down, maybe even working things out.

‘No…it’s better this way.’

……………

“Okay we’ll be back in two weeks, take care and don’t hesitate to call us if you have trouble with the house or if anything comes up.” Elisa hugs you as the shuttle pulls up to take her and Sean to the airport.

“Thank you! Enjoy the trip, I’ll see you guys in two weeks.”

Watching the shuttle drive off, you felt a bit liberated with having a large house all to yourself.

‘It’s not so lonely…it actually feels nice.’

You started to expand the concept of having your own place someday. Being independent and having your own house just felt so nice.

You decided to go and try the cafe that was located nearby after spotting it while sightseeing. Waiting for your order, you continued to read a work of fiction that you thoroughly enjoyed.

‘Tumblr is wild, hahahaha.’

Enjoying the creativity of the aspiring writers on the site, you became engrossed in a particular series, yet your attention was caught by a swift motion in front of you.

“Hi!”

‘Who is this person? Why did he just sit at my table? I don’t recall ever seeing him before.’

“H-hi….I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He softly chuckles, a glint of nervousness could be sensed the way he looked down at the flat surface of the table and placed his elbows on it.

“No….but I saw you sitting here alone and figured I’d take the chance to strike up a conversation with you. Do you mind?”

“…no, it’s fine. What is your name?”

“Andy, what’s yours?”

“Y/n…”

He smiles…

And so did you.

The conversation you had with Andy was so nice, he was a decent man and not at all pushy, like most men would be.

He made it evidently clear that he was interested in you, but was so natural and smooth in talking to you, as if you both knew each other already. Very much like Heeseung when you first met him, back when he was dating Vicky.

“I don’t want to be too blunt…but I gotta ask, do you have a boyfriend?”

“…….no, actually I don’t.”

For a couple of days, you spent a lot of time hanging out with Andy. He was such a gentleman, like Heeseung, but not as assertive or overprotective. He wasn’t at all clingy, and it was so nice to be with someone who didn’t glare at every man passing by that made an effort to look at you. Andy was a realist in a sense that he knew other men would find you attractive, like Heeseung, but what differed the two was Andy’s acceptance of others conducting themselves, so long as they didn’t cross the line. With Heeseung, everything from staring, to touching you was considered crossing the line. Guys on campus couldn’t even speak your name aloud without getting a death glare or confronted by Heeseung….or his Ethan side.

That was the other thing that you would have to get used to. Now that Heeseung was out of the picture, that not only meant no more of him….but no more Ethan.

No more two sides of the same coin. With Andy, should things go further, you would have to get used to the prospect of having to deal with just one face, one personality, and one love.

‘It might be a bit boring compared to having Heeseung and Ethan’s duality, but it’s better for me. For my future.’

Walking you back to the house after taking you out to dinner, Andy walks you to the door.

“So….would you care to do this again real soon? Maybe like tomorrow night? “ he asks.

You smiled as you jingled the keys in your hand.

“Yeah, I would like that.”

The moment you answered, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips. It caught you by surprise and you were shocked back as you looked up at him in a surprised manner. He was bold, but not at all as strong as Heeseung, or Ethan for that matter.

“S-sorry!…..Sorry….I just….”

You just stared at the ground, trying to find words to let him know it was okay that you were just caught off guard, yet for some reason the words wouldn’t come out. You were too overwhelmed, not because of him conducting the kiss, but because it felt different. It wasn’t what you were used to, and you caught yourself in a moment of confusion.

‘It’s…not as thrilling. Heeseung and Ethan have kissed me a million times and it always felt like the first time….but with Andy, it just felt a little bland. I guess I’ll have to get used to it…not just because it’s Andy…but because he’s one man. All of them are…except Heeseung.’

“…..you’re just so damn pretty….I just…lost control of myself….I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No it’s fine. Really, I was just caught off guard…..if you want….we can try again.”

He looked delighted at the fact you weren’t at all angry. Normally you would have been, but you really wanted to try and find some bit of joy in kissing another man….just one, not two.

A moment goes by and while the kiss was gentle, passionate, and sensual, it didn’t have the effect on you like Heeseung’s did. That was going to be a downfall but something you’ll need to put behind.

‘Yes he gave me butterflies…but that’s not worth giving up my life.’

Andy finally bids you goodbye as you accept his dinner invitation tomorrow night.

“My place tomorrow? I’ll cook.” He smiles.

“Yeah…sure.” You giggled.

After changing over and climbing into bed, you thought about Heeseung.

‘I really hope he’s not too mad. I really hope he’s moving on.’

Blocking his number, the painful reaction of his torment was still being relayed as H/n, Jake, and the others inflamed your phone with messages.

‘Y/n where are you? Where did you go? Please be alright.’

‘Y/n, please call us. Ethan is searching for you everywhere. Where are you?’

You merely responded to all of the messages with “I’m fine. I’ll call you guys in a few days, please trust me and give me a little bit of time, I’ll explain things later.”

A ding comes in on your phone, which you knew was from h/n or the girls. You didn’t bother reading it, instead, you drifted off to sleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, you woke up to the loud noise across the street. Elisa’s neighbors had a frenzy of friends over for game night, which went on all throughout past midnight. Looking at the clock, you saw that it was a little after 2 am.

‘Oh gosh…’

Stretching out on the large bed, you get up to grab some water. You didn’t need to turn on any of the lights since there were night lights plugged into the walls beginning at the hall way, down the stairs, and spread throughout the kitchen.

Going back upstairs, you re-enter the room, set the bottle down on the end table, and climbed back into bed. Since there was no lighting inside the room, you didn’t even notice the tall frame that laid on the side next to yours.

“Found you.”

You screamed at the feeling of his hands grasping your waistline. You already knew…

“Heeseung! Get away!”

You squirmed get he was so quick to overpower you as he pins you down on the bed, straddling atop of you.

“So this is where you’ve been….gosh. You must have been so lonely without me…inside this big house all by yourself.”

“H-how? How did you-“

“Find you?”

He interjects. His tone was smooth and tranquil, yet his grasp on your wrists tighten.

“Well sexy….the thing is…you had set up auto fill on your email when you used my computer. Naturally, the moment I clicked on your email it just logged me in. Didn’t you notice all the notifications on your phone?” He smirks, knowing full well that everyone and their mother had been texting you the moment you flew out….you hadn’t realized that whole majority of the dings were from h/n and the others, there were some that was notifying you of your email being logged into from a different device…something you had ignored since you got tired of reading all the texts.

Your heart sank.

“And there I found an online receipt for plane tickets. Your whole itinerary….along with messages between you and your friend. Pretty crafty huh?” His tone turned snarky.

“H-Heeseung I-“

“Shut up.”

You tightened your lip out of fear. He didn’t even raise his voice and yet, the amount of anger within it was flaring towards you.

“So….you just fly out cross country kissing other boys now? Is that what we’re doing y/n?”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating.

“Hmm? Don’t want to answer? That’s probably for the best, honestly. I’m in no mood for a conversation.”

You began stuttering.

“It’s…nothing serious. I had only just met the guy and-“

“You just met him?…and you kissed him already?” His tone was hurt yet frustrated. “I waited months and only got lucky to get you because of that idiot, Samuel, only for you to do this. You barely meet someone and kiss them? How unfair.”

“H-Heeseung please…”

“Bet you want to talk to him, don’t you?” You couldn’t make out his features since it was pitch black in the room, but from what you could feel from his grasp on your skin, he had his fingerless leather gloves on.

“I-I don’t…”

You feel him releasing your wrist as he digs into his pocket and takes out his phone. The light of the screen allowed you to see a bit of his face underneath his cap, his nose and mouth. His eyes remained out of sight under the bill.

“Yes you do…so here. Talk to him.”

“H-how did you get his number?….”

With the light of the screen reflecting off his face, he grins in a sinister manner, showing off teeth. With a deep growl, Ethan speaks.

“Say hi.”

“……..”

“…..hello? Who is this?”

‘Oh my God he’s safe.’

Relieved at hearing his voice, you tried to reassure him that all was well and that you were sorry, since you assumed Heeseung had confronted him…how else did he get his number?

“Andy?”

“….y/n….?”

“Andy! Andy listen….my….my ex boyfriend-“

“Ah! Say that again and I’ll fuck your mouth so hard, your brain will leak out of your ears.” Ethan snaps. His comment left you in a quiet state as the inflection of his voice shook the living fear within you.

“……….y/n?…”

“Y-yes….?”

“Y/n……im sorry…..but let’s just not see each other anymore….let’s just stop…”

“W-what?…”

“Let’s just…..stop.”

“……….”

his tone had changed…he sounded frightened, tired, and his voice was quivering.

“Andy….where are you?”

You hear the dial tone as he hangs up. You had no way of knowing that the man sat in the massive mess within his kitchen, black and blue with a bloodied nose and lip and a couple of broken bones. A warning from the man on top of you. It was a miracle that Heeseung….or Ethan, rather, didn’t decide to kill him.

‘I only do what is deemed necessary y/n.’

“Alrighty then. Now that you got to say goodbye to good ol’ Andy, let’s talk about us for a minute..” Ethan continues as he delicately places his phone on the end table aside from the bed.

“Ethan….I….I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…please-“

“Shhhh….I know. I know you are baby. You didn’t mean to leave, right? You just wanted some space and see your friend, is that right?”

You remained silent and nodded instead, begrudgingly out of fear as you tried to refrain him from snapping again.

“Well that’s understandable….but you still scared me…you know that?” He leans his face in at a tilt, the last bit of his sentence was spoken in a soft, nearly whispering tune as he gently breaths against your lips and gives you a warm and gentle kiss. His hand remaining on your wrist while the other caresses your breast through the satin thin camisole you adorned.

He keeps kissing you. He slightly grinds into you. He melts right into you and you couldn’t deny it even at such a fearful state….it felt too damn good.

‘I know it does….hehehehe….enjoy it while it lasts.’

Unknowingly, you were falling right into his trap.

Breaking the kiss slightly, he caressed your face as he whispers out.

“You miss me?”

You nodded. Your eyes glazed with the gloss of lust and your breathing began to get heavier.

“Yeah? “ he continues, his voice still as soft as ever, which was quite different and unusual for Ethan.

Nudging the tip of his nose against yours, he issues small little pecks against your lips as he speaks in between.

“How much did you miss me?”

“……a lot.” You didn’t mean to moan out your answer, but the way he was softly pulsating his groin against your clothed center felt irresistible.

“Yeah? I missed you too.” He engages in a long and flaming kiss, practically devouring you through the mouth as his finger tips stroke your soft cheek.

“You want me to show you just how much I missed you….hmm?….baby?” He kisses you again.

You caved in the moment he rubbed his fingers up your laced covered slit.

“Yes! Ethan yes!” You gasped out. You did truly miss him, even though you were preferring to live your life without him. But it wasn’t hard to understand that Heeseung and Ethan’s touch, kisses, and affection was so thrilling to you, you understand why all his previous girlfriends begged him for just one more night, something that Jake once confided to you.

But in his usual fashion, Heeseung always ignored them. He only had eyes, a heart, and mind just for you. Only for you, no one else.

Kissing you as he sucks on your tongue and lips, he slightly pulls away.

“Hmm…we’ll come here baby. Let’s get you fucked nice and hard.”

You whimper. You were succumbing to the built up euphoria within your pelvis and yet, your mind told you not to do it. You were feeling torn. The more you whimpered, the more he responded with an antagonizing tone that mimicked the pitch of your whimpering as he spoke.

“Awww….I know baby. Come here.”

The way he reversed your pitch right back at you with his words made you yearn for more.

He slips off your camisole, once again mimicking your whines with his own voice, he talks you through every step he took as he undressed you and himself.

‘Mmm I know baby. Don’t worry I’m going to fill you up.

‘Come here baby…you want it badly don’t you?’

‘Oh I know…my poor girl you hadn’t been fucked in a while. I’m here to fix that for you.’

The moment he inserted himself in, you jolted to an arch as your hands laid spread eagle. The feeling of his cock sliding into you slowly made you even more wet.

‘Oh my God…’

“Oooooh yeeeeeeah….good girl….nice and wet for daddy.’

“Mmphm….E-Ethan…!!” You gasped out a large moan as it trails off into a whine at him rotating his hips once his entire shaft nestled inside your walls.

At that moment, he starts thrusting, and in usual Ethan fashion, he goes hard, fast, and rough. You couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as tears streamed down your face from the intense sexual sensation of getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good. Too good. Too damn good, it shouldn’t be allowed.

‘Just wait and see babydoll….enjoy it while you can.’

The moment you came, you felt the knot returned as your breasts jolt upward from his pelting thrusts.

“Mmmm….don’t worry we’re not done yet babydoll.”

“I……” you couldn’t speak, his hits to your core rendered you dumb as you were at a loss for words from continuously getting fucked after reaching your orgasm, only this time, it was hard and slow.

“You know baby…I was so scared when you went away. Why did you do it like that? Why did you have to scare me to death?” He softly whispers against your lips as he continues his slow and deep thrusts, hitting that spot that made you ooze.

“I….I….I-“ you tried to talk. You tried to explain. Yet it was as if he knew that his dick hitting you internally made you only gasp out the moans of pleasure as you gave up in trying to reason with him.

‘I tried to tell you…but you wouldn’t have let me go…what other choice did I have?’

You remarked to yourself, hoping that somehow he would understand you telepathically.

“You know babe…since you scared me….I think I should get a little something in return…you know, as a token of your apology.” He kisses you as you whine.

“Scaring me like that….that wasn’t nice.” He kisses you again.

“I need to teach you some manners, don’t you agree?” He kisses you once more.

Your brows furrowed as you tilts your head and makes you watch as he dips in and out of you with each slow thrust.

Kissing you on your forehead, he whispers as his lips stay attached to your skin.

“You fucking bad girl.” The last bit was growled out, before your eyes could fully widened, he snags your wrist on your strong arm, pinning it behind your back as he loops his opposite arm underneath your back and grabs it in a tight hold, pulling it at a forced bend at the elbow. His other squeezes your breasts as he leans down and ravishes them with his mouth. The moment you felt teeth, you felt as if you were being burned alive.

“Stop! That hurts!”

“Yup.”

“Stop!”

He deeply chuckles against the center of your chest, grazing the surface of his teeth along your skin. Feeling you tremble, he raises his face as he rests his chin on your chest plate.

“Scared?”

You gasped out of fear. You didn’t have to answer for him to see it as plain as day, that you were.

“Mmm….I know…I know all about that. I was so scared baby…I thought I lost you forever.”

Continuing his thrusts, he reaches below as his fingertips grazes your anus.

“Stop!! What are you doing?!”

“Getting you ready….”

You squirm and shifted, yet he steadied your body as you were forced to succumb to his fingers penetrating you.

“Thaaaaats it….good giiiiiiiirl….” He sucks on your neck as your body goes limp, feeling the unusual pleasure of his fingers fucking you the same time his cock was, both holes filled.

It wasn’t until his thick and long fingers began to scissor you, you began to panic as the stretch became stingy.

“Ethan stop! Stop! Let me go!”

“Nooooo….don’t think I will babydoll. Gotta get my fill…you bad fucking kitty.”

Continuing with his act, you felt your body doubling up on the natural secretion of lubricant as both your holes began to leak out the fine and clear liquid.

“Mmmkay…I think we’re ready.” He remarks as he pulls out.

Reaching over to the side, he grabs something, obviously indicating that he had staged an item before crawling into bed with you.

“W-what….what is that?”

“Shhhh…”

Turning on the vibrator, he sets it to the highest setting.

“Oh…this is going to be fun babe.”

You tried to squirm again but the wrist lock he maintained on you behind your lower back rendered you to be at his mercy.

“D-don’t! Just don’t! Ethan!”

Not even entertaining your cries, he inserts the phallic toy inside your back hole, slowly, inch by inch, nearly the size of him.

You whimpered and yelp out. This was too abrasive and uncomfortable for you. Yet the more he inserted, the more you felt that knot of pleasure building up, regardless that you were resisting and vocalizing your pleas for him to stop.

“Stop! I said stop! You’re a monster! I don’t want to do this!”

“I know…but I’m about to change your mind.”

Once the toy was fully inserted, he sticks his cock back inside your center, breaking through your slit as he begins thrusting, starting off hard and slow for the first two, then picking up the pace to a rough, hard and fast pounding as he stretches flesh.

Feeling the vibration from the neighboring flesh against your walls, he fucks into you as he growls uncontrollably.

“Fuck babe….God dammit…oh fuck…” he speaks through gritted teeth as his body trembles from the pleasure he felt from your wet walls and the hint of vibrational pulses.

Your eyes roll up to the back of your head as your mouth fills up with foamed saliva that leaks out from the corner. You couldn’t think or speak, the sensation was unreal and you weren’t sure what to make of it since it was demeaning yet sensational.

“St…..st….sssss….stop……stop…” you moaned in stutters as he fucks you, in and out. In and out.

In…..

And out….

The vibration of the toy caused you to become overly sensitive as you started to feel a heightened pinch from your groin.

“I…I can’t…..s….stop…..n-no…no more….”

Kissing you, he shuts you up as he pelts even faster and harder.

Reaching orgasm, not like the ones before, you screamed at the intensity of having your g-spot hit from all angles and through double penetration.

“Yeah…..good girl….” He stutters between his growls as he finishes inside you.

Dropping the weight of his chest atop yourself, you felt the density of his deep breaths as he takes the toy out of you, and tosses it aside from the bed.

You barely recover from the intensity of sexual high before you felt him lift his head and kiss your chest.

Reaching over, he grabs another toy.

“W-what……..what is that?!” Your eyes widened.

You hear the rotation of beads as he sets the toy to its highest setting, much like the last one. Unlike the other toy, this one was ribbed with bumps, a coil of active beading that rotated and vibrated, the complete opposite of the smoothness with the other one.

“I was scared too….not just him. Don’t I get an apology?”

‘Heeseung…’

“Stop! Heeseung stop!”

“No, you stop. Fucking leaving me like that…you really thought I was going to just let you go?…..fucking y/n….that was stupid of you.”

With his cock back inside you, he starts to inject the tip of the vibrating sexy toy inside you, lining it right atop his own length as he finds a way to double penetrate inside your center core.

“Oh my God!!! Stop! Heeseung!!”

the overwhelming stretch caused discomforting pressure in your groin. Yet the moment the rotating beads entered you, your breath was knocked out of your chest, you gasped and coughed through the choking of your own saliva as both, the length of the silicone toy and his cock plunder deep inside you.

“Yeah…I knew you’d like it.” He chuckles in a pleasured tone as he gulps, succumbing to the pleasure of the vibration against his cock, along with the tightness of your walls.

Keeping the toy steady with his thumb, he pounds into you…hard. Your body jolts upwards each time you lay taking in all of his frustration as he angrily fucks into you.

“You gonna leave me again?”

“N…..no!….n-nnno!…..” you gasp out, continuously choking on your own saliva as the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling made you forget how to breathe, swallow, and move. A whirlwind of sensations all hit you at once.

“I believe you….but just in case, let’s ruin that tight pussy so that way no man is ever going to want you. Just me. I’ll always want you. I’ll always love you. You’ll always have me, my beautiful girl.”

Fucking into you, his voice begins to transition as he merges from Heeseung to his Ethan face, or maybe he was both now…you couldn’t tell. The state you were in started to have an effect on you, to the point where you couldn’t grasp the concept of anything…just being fucked.

The moment you couldn’t breathe, he slams his palm at the center of your chest, causing you to cry out in slight pain and breathe again, all the while your hear Ethan’s voice laugh.

“You gotta breathe baby.” He moans out as he continues to fuck you.

Noticing that you kept choking out on your own saliva from having your mouth wide open for too long, not to mention the unusual pleasure that you were feeling and, to your dismay, enjoying…much as you hated to admit it, he leans his face down, and engages in a kiss. Yet instead of massaging his tongue around, you feel him slurping the contents of your mouth, lifting his face back up, you hear Heeseung’s voice this time around.

“Can’t have you choking on me….I’m mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I want you to die.” He chuckles as if he found the concept of you struggling funny…..and he probably did. He was angry, furious even…he was feeling like Hell, and you underestimated that.

He chuckles mischievously as he raves his dick inside you mercilessly.

At the point of blacking out, your vision begins to tunnel out, while your hearing fades.

‘Just give up….just black out…..you can’t escape this….he’s too strong…and it’s too good. So just sleep….just sleep….’

Succumbing to your own mindset of relief, you took in one last blink and were out.

By the time you woke up, you weren’t sure how long after you passed out that the night went on. All you knew was that the pain you felt within your cervix was too great, that despite his intentions in taking you back the next day, Heeseung decided to wait and postpone the trip for another two days until the pain subsided. He described it as “generosity before personal gratification, aren’t I good to you?” You hated how he scoffed and smirked when he said those words, as if he was doing you a favor. It was then you realized, Heeseung, and even Ethan, despite his rough demeanor, had been the nicest entities you’ve ever known…yet the moment you caused them despair, they were horrific…the worst….they were both, fire and Hell.

“It’s fine. I’ll just call the venue and have them postpone the reservation.”

“…..what….reservation?….” You looked up confusingly

“Our private wedding ceremony, silly. I figured since things didn’t work out between you and that boytoy, you might as well stay with me…forever.especially after last night, hmm?” He smirks at you, revealing a half Heeseung and half Ethan facial presence.

With an antagonizing tone, he instigates your anger by unleashing an harsh insult.

“I think you’re better off marrying me…I don’t think anyone is going to appreciate you after last night. Ain’t that right, loosely goosey?” He bears a demeaning grin your way.

Screaming, crying, all the while you remain stagnant, unable to move from the soreness from the rhapsody of intense pleasure and breaching of walls, you felt disgusted and regretful for having him in the first place, upon hearing what he just called you.

“I hate you……I hate you! How could you say that to me?” You started off in a shocked and quiet tone, yet it only rose the more you spoke.

“How? Well let’s see…the entire time we’ve been together, I’ve showered you with nothing but praises, affectionate pet names, long full nights of pleasure….im building you a fucking house, am willing to give you the entire world and have expressed that….I’ve saved you from that stupid ex-boyfriend from beating you black and blue….and you fucking leave me like I was a stray dog. That’s fucking how y/n!! That’s how!”

You were taken aback by his loss of composure as he yells vividly in your direction. His eyes filled with pain front being hurt, as well as rage from the anger.

“I give you the fucking universe and you leave me! “ he continues. “So I figured, since you OBVIOUSLY didn’t like my behavior towards you from before, might as well change it up. I guess that’s where the term ‘girls only like assholes’ came from. Hmm? Wouldn’t you agree?”

You were at a loss for words.

“BUT……I’ll be more than willing to go back to being Mr. Nice-guy….as long as you behave and learned your lesson?”

You bit your lip and winced the tears from streaming down, nodding your head.

“Good. I’m still pissed, so I’ll going to step outside and when I come back in, we’ll have a fresh start. Deal?”

You nodded hesitantly.

…………….

Four months have passed, and he didn’t over-exaggerate his intent for a fresh start. It was so nice of him to forget about your selfish mistake, and not bring it up. It was so nice of him to marry you, even though you hurt him badly. It was so good of him to bring you to Korea, introduce you to his welcoming and loving family, throw you a lavish wedding, and move you into that big beautiful house he had custom built for you. It was so nice of him to bring you with him when he went to work, so you wouldn’t be lonely or bored.

It was so nice of him…

Stepping out of the sound booth, you go upstairs at the company’s private cafe, having access to all the amenities since you were a part of the family that owned it.

Grabbing a piece of fruit and a water, two trainees approach you. One of them, speaking English, begins to converse with you.

“Oh, are you foreigner? We just wanted to tell you how pretty you are. Also, are you pregnant?”

You nod.

“Aww! How nice. Is the daddy Korean?”

“…..yes, the daddy is Korean.”

‘Both of them are….’

Authors note: I will have a smau from a different request posted later tonight :) hope y’all enjoyed this.

#heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader #heeseung fanfic #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung

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dancingdryads · 1 year

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Narnia Fic Recs-After the Return

I’m starting a short fic rec series to spread some love for Narnia authors, they aren’t in any sort of order other than the really long ones are on the bottom.

A lot of these stories are on ff.net which I know is a pain of a site to use, however, I sorted through a lot of Narnia fics to find these and I think they deserve some love. I did check if anything was on ao3 and put that link instead if I could find it. Please give these authors some love, kudos, favorites, comments, etc. They’re all great and it’s always fun to find older fics!

If y’all have any fic recs you can send them my way, or if you know if any of these authors are on tumblr let me know. I’ll be releasing more rec lists sorted roughly by era so look out for those under #lillys fic recs

Children Do Grow Up by Francienyc

Rated K+, 3k words

This one is short and sweet, based on the Pevensie’s mom and a friend reflecting on how different the siblings are.

Disarmed by Aebhel

Rated K+, 1k words

The classic outsider POV witnessing Edmund’s unusual sword skills (and Peter’s too).

Seriously by ValkyrieVeela

Rated K, 2k words

Another fic with Peter and Edmund showing off their sword skills to confused peers/teachers.

Homecoming by Crimson White

Rated K, 1.5k words

Outsider POV of Helen Pevensie reconnecting with Edmund right when they get home, very cute.

A Good Day by Masterarcher

Rated K, 4k words

Another fic showing how unique the Pevensies are, this time at a Ren Faire, a bit of showing off with archery and sword fighting, fairly lighthearted.

Slip Ups by Aytheria

Rated K+, 22.5k words

The Pevensies make mistakes where they show their true selves/skills a bit too much and people notice of course. Most of the chapters are focused on a single sibling before combining them. A lot is set at school and it’s great.

once a king or queen of narnia, always a king or queen by drigewithoutmusic (@ink-splotch)

Rated G, 12k words, 7 works

A lot of introspection about the Pevensies after leaving Narnia, largely focused on Susan.

National Service by @burntcopper

Not really rated overall, but I’d say T-M, 63.5k words, 7 works

An interesting series really diving into how people see the Pevensies, specifically in a war context as Peter and Edmund join up with the military. More of a otherworldly vibe to the Pevensies as people don’t understand how a couple of kids can be so brutal, charasmatic, and efficient. Little bit of shipping of Edmund in the last works, but not really the focus. The last major story so far is a crossover with Torchwood which is super fun and really brings Susan and Lucy to the forefront.

Stone Gryphon by @rthstewart

Rated G-T, 604.5k words, 17 works (Don’t let the size freak you out, the stories need to be read mostly in order but each plot wraps up in the individual work)

This one has really fun characterization and world building. It’s set after the Pevensies come back the second time, and while it’s set in England, there are lots of flash backs and descriptions of the Golden Age. The world building is unique in the characterization of talking animals and the focus on how the talking animals are similar to actual animals while still being thinking beings. The siblings are split up, Peter makes friends with the professor’s friends and is preparing for college, while Susan starts helping with the war effort. She keeps Edmund abreast of the war through a Narnian code, similar to how they worked as joint spy masters in Narnia.

Be aware there is some shipping of the Pevensies with OC’s especially as you get further and acknowledgement of them as adults because they were adults in Narnia. I’m not sure if I actually finished it, but I still think about it frequently because of how intriguing the world building is and how interesting it is to see Susan and Edmund helping with a human war. Definitely worth checking out.

#narnia #fic recs #lillys fic recs #fanfiction

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what-gs-watching · 7 months

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"Denial. It's amazing how far you can get on denial."

Gang, thinking about my career journey and where I want to go next and how to get all of my experience into a cohesive situation is tiring. Am I in the right place for that emotionally? Not really but if someone doesn’t make me do it, I never will. So career coaching is a thing, and I’m doing it.

But I’m also still hunkering down in content because that’s just what ya do. So I burned through the entirety of Fall of the House of Usher because I have a thing for Mike Flanagan and Edgar Allen Poe and…

Woooooof, y’all.

Wherein, an entire family headed up by Roderick Usher, CEO of a pharmaceutical company, and his conniving sister, starts biting it, while Roderick &Co is being prosecuted for doing shady corporate shit. Told through that classic trope of one person confessing to another over a glass of good liquor.

Do you want to watch a bunch of terrible people die horribly? Yes? Then this is for you.

Listen, I’m gonna watch almost anything, so I sat down and did the first two episodes in a row, and then I realized I probably could only handle one a day.

I’m not HUGE on scary movies, I can get into some of them but I’m not like, entirely bloodthirsty. Maybe a little bloodthirsty. And this show definitely has that. Practically chemically melting a party full of people, for longer than necessary? That’s what got me. Just me on the couch yelling “DAMN, DUDE!”

Also, my brain was all like ‘I’m totally gonna get all the Poe references, I wrote a paper on him in college, I’m with it’ but I really was not. There is a TON in the show and they did a good job of pulling elements from his work and I’m pretty sure it goes a lot deeper than I picked up on. I’m sure there’s someone out there that has dug into this, but it ain’t me - my brain is still on an EXTREMELY low simmer. So, if you’re a literature nerd, there’s good shit in there for you, but I can’t explain it (my english degree is glaring at me in disappointment, I can feel it). And only if you’re cool with some gore.

I will say, they do make you feel like shit about the world we have built, and for good reason. Society does feel like a bunch of starving, drugged up consumers, but also, the Ushers are the monsters that have helped make us this way. At least we can feel good about a fictional asshole that helped stoke the opioid epidemic getting his comeuppance.

The ‘reveal’ is pretty straight forward if you’d been paying attention, or maybe it’s because I’ve watched entirely too much Supernatural, that’s possible. My husband’s manager was watching at the same time and shared her theory at one point which was so off the money, it was adorable. She hated every second of it, she thought it was an intriguing family drama, but then she was too far in and couldn’t stop. My guess is other people got roped in that way too. JUST KIDDING! Enjoy some death scenes that are going to make you feel ways about stuff.

The one that cut me the most was Victorine, I couldn’t figure out how the shadowy figure that’d been following them was going to work into it but she barely had to do anything at all. Determination and outward pressure and the belief that what you’re doing is going to help people, is a hell of a drug. Especially when you’re willing to do anything to get what you want. That bish was trying to do something that would be good for humanity, but her family was poison and it poisoned her too and she downright fucking lost it. And it was the only situation Roderick got to see with his own eyes. That shit was a gut punch.

Was it as good as Haunting of Hill House? No, but it was good. And worth a watch, if you enjoy a twisted, brutal death (or eight).

All in all, I hope Mike Flanagan keeps ‘em coming. Sometimes, it’s just nice to watch fucked up people get what they deserve.

#what g's watching #fall of the house of usher #mike flanagan #spooky season

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tj-is-down · 2 years

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Radio Silence - Steve Harrington

Hey guys! This is my first ever fic, I hope you like it! I’ve become a real Steve simp recently and this is a product of that. Please be kind, but I’d love any notes/feedback you guys have! Also, please don’t steal my work! Thanks in advance, y’all.

Summary: You and Steve are best friends, until one day he stops talking to you for seemingly no reason.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: One mention (literally less than a sentence) of a parent in less than stellar health, but otherwise none! Also, both reader and Steve are of age in this fic. I tried to be gender-neutral as well, but please correct me if I messed up at all!

Steve wasn’t talking to you. At least, that’s what you’d gathered from the fact that he, well, wasn’t talking to you. You weren’t sure exactly what you’d done wrong, but you knew one thing: he was pissed. The two of you were inseparable, thick as thieves since you’d moved to Hawkins in middle school, and even after he became the “King,” and the two of you had fallen into different crowds, the two of you would always make time for each other, whether it was studying for class during the week, catching a movie on the weekend, or just general dumbassery whenever you two had a free moment. You two were peas in a pod, and although neither of you would admit it, time apart was brutal.

Things changed a little more than slightly when he started dating Nancy. For you, at least. It meant seeing Steve less and less, and you were happy for him, but you were also a little sad. Steve was your best friend, and with every science test that passed or new movie that released, you were reminded of how things were, and how you had been replaced. Steve didn’t notice, and if he did, he didn’t say anything. You were still his best friend, and Nancy was his girlfriend, and life was pretty great.

That was, until Nancy dumped him for Jonathan Buyers, he lost his friends, and his world came crashing down in front of him. You welcomed him back with open arms, even after he fell to the bottom of the social totem pole. You were there for him through it all: you were there for the shit with his parents, and when he didn’t get into college. You even stayed back for him, passing up your dream school in favor of the local community college, although Steve never needed to know that. For all he knew, NYU had rejected you, and you stayed at home so that you could be with your family. You had a four-year old brother who adored you, and your mom wasn’t in the best health. Those were reason enough to stay, and Steve wasn’t going to challenge that.

So, movie nights resumed. Study sessions looked a little different now, with Steve helping you instead of the other way around, but you were just happy to be back to normal with Steve. (Except for the monsters.)

Except, things weren’t normal. Not for Steve. Something had shifted for him after Nancy broke up with him. If he was being honest, something had shifted for him a long time before that, but he wouldn’t admit it to himself. Every day contained some new and terrifying…thing that he had to deal with, whether it be the Upside Down, some crazy monster, or something else entirely, and you were the only constant he had. He needed you more than anything, more than air, water, food--even more than his hair. Hell, he’d almost shaved his head when you called it stupid one time during a fight. He loved you, and he was finding it hard to keep that to himself.

That’s why it hurt so much when you told him you’d been studying with a guy you met at school. Alex Cunningham, you said his name was. You flaked on Steve to study for an upcoming mathematics test, and that was just the first time. Your study sessions became replaced by study sessions with Alex, and Steve started spending most of his weekdays at Scoops Ahoy or with the kids.

It’s when you ditched him for movie night that really pushed him over the edge. He was waiting outside the theater for twenty minutes, and when you didn’t show he went to your house to make sure you were okay. Your mom told him you weren’t home, that you had gotten picked up an hour prior by “a nice boy from school.” She invited him inside to wait, but he declined and went home, a mix between angry and depressed. He didn’t sleep that night, and when his alarm went off in the morning, he was still filled with emotion. At first he didn’t know what to do, so he decided to just keep going on as normal, as if nothing had happened.

That didn’t last long.

You came into Scoops Ahoy around noon, a smile on your face and a wave directed at him. He started waving back, but stopped when he saw the sweater fit comfortably on your body. It was…new, and at further inspection it looked a little bit oversized, as if it belonged to someone else.

Alex Cunningham.

“Hey, man, can you take them for me?” He asked his coworker. “I gotta get something from the back.” He practically ran out of the front and into the storage area, nearly slamming the door on his way. You waited for him to come back, but after an inexplicable amount of time had passed you decided to leave.

Since that half-wave, Steve hasn’t interacted with you or even looked in your direction. You seek him out during the week, going out of your way to Scoops Ahoy or whichever house the kids are hanging out at--where Steve is no doubt bound to be--but every time you show up he leaves, or busies himself with something on his own, or just straight-up ignores you. You’ve asked him plenty of times what you did wrong, to warrant the treatment you were getting, but he’d just roll his eyes or scoff. The kids didn’t know either, and if they did they weren’t telling you.

It all came to a head one day in the middle of August. You’d stopped trying to talk to Steve, for the most part, and he hadn’t seen you in months. There were a few times when he’d driven to your house and sat there, contemplating coming clean before driving off and going home. The truth is, however much you thought you missed him, he missed you more, the feeling multiplying tenfold along with the guilt he felt for cutting you out of his life. As time passed he felt you slipping away, the opportunity to make things right getting smaller and smaller.

He and Robin were playing paper football at Scoops Ahoy when the phone rang.

“If I make this, you’re getting it,” Robin said quickly before flicking the paper triangle through his fingers.

“Fuck you, Buckley,” he said, pointing at her. He picked up the phone. “”Scoops Ahoy, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Steve, it’s Y/N. Listen, I know we’re not talking, but--”

He hung up the phone. A little bit too aggressively, because Robin looked up from what she was doing and asked, “Who was that?”

He shrugged. “Wrong number.”

The phone rang again, and his eyes widened slightly. “Don’t pick it up.”

“Why?” Robin asked, laughing. “One of your dates calling to cancel?” She picked up the phone and put on an exaggerated customer service voice. “Scoops Ahoy!” She glared at him when she realized who it was and that he had hung up on them. “Hey, Y/N, how’s it going? Sorry about Steve, he’s a dumbass. Yeah, I know, right?” She nodded her head as the conversation went on. “Uh huh, mhm, yeah, I know we have some. Anything else you need? Okay, see you in a bit.” She hung up the phone and turned back to look at Steve. “You’re a dick.”

“What did she want?”

“It’s her brother’s birthday, asshole. She wanted to know if we had any candles so she could do a little celebration for him here.”

“She’s coming here?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Steve said, grabbing his coat from the rack behind the counter.

“Uh, no you’re not,” Robin rebutted, yanking him back. “Your shift doesn’t end for hours and I am not closing this place by myself.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I don’t care! What’s your problem, anyways? I thought you guys were best friends.”

“We are.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“Friends fight, okay? This is totally normal.”

“Friends fight, yes, but you guys haven’t talked in months, and from what I understand, that’s all on you.” She flicked him. “So what’s the deal?”

“Ask Alex Cunningham.”

“Who?”

“Y/N’s new boyfriend.”

“Y/N doesn’t have a--”

The two are interrupted when you enter with your younger brother. “Steve!” He shouts, running over to give Steve a hug. Forgetting his conversation with Robin, Steve picks him up.

“Hey buddy! How are you? Being good, I hope?”

Your brother nodded his head. “Today’s my birthday!”

“I know today’s your birthday! How could I forget? You’re turning ten today right?”

“No, five!” Your brother said, laughing.

“Fifty?” Steve joked back.

“No, five!”

“Five hundred?”

“No, five!”

“Ohh, you’re turning five today. You’re so big! You want some ice cream?” Your brother nodded enthusiastically and Steve put him down, leading him over to the counter. “Whatever you want, it’s on the house, okay?”

Your brother ordered a double-decker hot fudge sundae that both you and Steve knew he wouldn’t finish and ran over to one of the tables.

“You want anything?” Steve asked, and you had to physically stop the shock from showing on your face. “It’s on the house, like I said.”

“You’re speaking to me today?” You asked back, a little too assertive.

“Fine, don’t get anything. Not my problem,” he replied nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care whether or not you ordered. The truth is, he knew what you’d order, and he wanted to show you he remembered. But you didn’t get anything, instead rolling your eyes and walking over to the table with your brother.

After a few minutes of glaring back and forth across the room between you and Steve, your brother called out. “Steve! Come sit with us!”

“I can’t, buddy, I’m working,” Steve replied, looking for any excuse to stay away from you.

Robin cut in. “Go ahead Steve,” she said, loud enough for you and your brother to hear. “It’s not busy, go sit with the kid for his birthday!”

He glared at her. “Thanks a lot, Robin,” he said through gritted teeth.

She smiled back. “No problem.”

He came and sat next to your brother but didn’t say anything. That was fine, because as he’d come to realize, when you give a five-year-old ice sugar and silence, they’ll do anything to fill it.

“Steve, are you and that girl friends?” He asked, pointing to Robin.

Steve chuckled. “Yes, buddy. That’s my friend Robin.”

“She’s pretty,” your brother responded. “Hi, Robin!” He shouted, turning to wave at her.

“Hi!” She waved back.

“I totally forgot, one second,” you said, going up to the counter. You grabbed the candle from Robin and stopped to talk to her for a few minutes, leaving Steve and your brother alone for a man-to-man discussion.

“Steve, do you like Y/N?”

Steve looked over at him. “Yeah, of course I do. Y/N is my best friend.”

“No!” Your brother responded, throwing his hands in the air. “I mean, do you like-like Y/N?”

“What? No. No, buddy, I do not like-like Y/N. Besides, they’ve got a boyfriend, anyways.”

You come back to the table, oblivious to the conversation the two had just had, until your brother said, “Steve said you have a boyfriend.”

You looked up in shock, surprised that Steve had said anything about you at all. “Did he now? Who would that be?”

“I dunno,” Your brother answered. “Who is it, Steve?”

“Some guy named Alex, from what I heard,” Steve grumbled.

“Some guy named Alex,” your brother repeated. He was acting as the messenger between the two of you, since neither of you were speaking to each other.

“Well, tell Steve that I haven’t talked to Alex in months, and it’s none of his business who I talk to or don’t talk to.”

“Y/N says they haven’t talked to Alex in months,” your brother stated.

“...And?” You coaxed him.

“And it’s none of your beeswax!”

“Tell Y/N it became my business when they ditched me for movie night. And when they came in wearing his sweater back in January. And when they pretended like nothing was wrong and didn’t even apologize.”

Your brother started talking, but quickly looked back at Steve. “Can you say that again? I forgot part of it.”

“It’s okay, I got it, bud,” you told him. You looked over at Steve. “Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because I forgot about movie night?”

“You ditched me! I was waiting twenty minutes for you, and then I went to your house to make sure you were okay, and then your mom told me that you went out with this Alex guy and I’m sitting there looking like an idiot. And then the next day you come in with his sweater on like I’m not supposed to be upset about that, and then you try to talk to me like nothing’s wrong--”

“Why would you be upset about that? Why does it matter whose clothes I wear?”

“Why do you think, Y/N?”

You paused for a moment, taking in the weight of his confession. “Say it, Steve.”

“What?”

“Say it. Tell me what you’re trying to say right now, because if you’re bullshitting me I will never forgive you--”

His lips were on yours in an instant. He crossed the table with impressive speed, the corner of the wood digging into his abdomen, but he didn’t care. He’s wanted to tell you--needed to tell you--for so long, and if there was ever a time to do it, it was now. He pulled away slowly, eyes closed, not wanting to see the reaction on your face until he was sure he was ready. When he opened them, your eyes were staring back into his, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and relief.

“Was that okay?” Steve asked.

You nodded. “That was…nice.”

“That was gross!” Your brother shouted, breaking the two of you out of your bubble. “No kissing on my birthday!”

“I’m sorry, bud,” You said at the same time as Steve. “Should we light your birthday candle so you can make a wish?”

“Yes!” Your brother yelled out. “I wish I could never see the two of you kiss ever again!”

“Well, we haven’t lit the candle yet, and you told us your wish, so it’s not coming true,” Steve said, leaning in to kiss you again.

Ignoring the shouts of your brother, you kissed Steve back. “Does this mean we’re talking again?”

“If you’ll have me back.”

You laughed to yourself as you lit the candle. “You got it, Harrington.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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