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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years ago

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100 Years-Stephen WraysfordxReader

A/N: Inspired by 100 years. Went a bit of a different route on this one. It was the first idea that came to mind for this song, so yay. Also, this came out to be a one shot lol My bad.

MOOD MUSIC: 100 Years by FatM

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Fingers grabbed your dress punishingly, causing an ache that seemed to vibrate into your whole body. It was sorrow enough to feel weak, but to be the only one around fighting to survive...that was a harsher sentence dealt by the gods. “No!” You screamed, kicking your legs and tightening your grip on the soldier’s arm as he dragged you violently into the nearby home. The bombs had done their jobs, and stray soldiers littered throughout the village in search of anything useful. Unfortunately, survivors were deemed just that.

“Stop struggling!” He yelled back, his thick accent hard to understand as either German or Russian. It was never easy to tell now days, you merely ran from anyone in uniform. He threw you down to the ground and searched your body for any hidden weapons. You were likely no cause for concern to most, but it was a fool’s action to pretend you weren’t a possible threat. Yet, you still fought him, scratching at his face and slapping at his chest as he tore the necklace from around your throat. He observed its value with his eye, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to address you. Only those words never came. In a flash of light he was upon you, blood splattered across your face and dress as he gurgled some end to his life and laid heavy atop you. For a moment, you laid there shaking, breath trembling with fear and relief alike. Somewhere deep in your mind you knew it was a bullet that took his life, but your current state didn’t allow that logic to come through.

“Check the other rooms. Make sure every bloody corner of this home is secure.”

“Yes, Lieutenant!”

With a quivering hand you dared to touch the fallen man’s chest, holding your breath tightly as you heaved with all your might. He fell unceremoniously to your side, the thud of his body making you want to hide away in some deep corner of the world. There was no humanity in this, and yet you did it all the same. All in the name of survival.

“For god’s sake, Firebrace. Help her up!” The soldier yelled, motioning for another behind him to relieve you of the duty to yourself. You watched them both carefully, noting the casual way the one in the cap belted his weapon. He was a tall, ominous presence. Yet, through some unknowing force, you felt some sliver of comfort by his side. It was only when he glanced down at you, with those green uncaring eyes, that you felt some fear take you. “Be quick about it.”

He ordered, not revealing any discomfort at the blood that drenched your body now. The only emotion you happened to see in his eyes, was surprise. Perhaps at his own distaste of his actions, or simply at the fact he found any survivor here. But, that expression was fleeting, and you still took it upon yourself to watch him carefully as he reached the corner of the room. His eyes settled on the table there, sometimes glancing out the window cautiously. Although, it was plainly obvious by now, these English men had taken this village for their own. It seemed the one attacking you, was a stray of the Central Powers army, after all.

“Here, miss.” The other soldier, Firebrace, extended his hand towards you. Remnants of a smile on his lips as he awaited your cooperation. There was gentleness in his gaze, but you cared not for it. In your mind, allied or central, those in uniform meant certain death. With little manners, you moved from him, scrambling to the edge of the room and spitting upon the floor he walked on. Damn his kind gaze, and damn his uniform. Those symbols were just patches on a dress tunic. Nothing more.

“Are you hungry, miss?” Firebrace knelt down by you, worn smile still there as he attempted to still your anxious nature. But, you paid him little mind. Opting to ignore his offer of food in spite of your growling stomach.

“Leave her, then.” The one in charge spoke up, sifting though papers on the table as he nodded for Firebrace to join him. “Gather the others. Have them bring in our supplies. This place will do for a command center, for now.”

“As you wish, Lieutenant Wraysford.” Firebrace followed, rushing some other soldiers out the room as he went to retrieve their belongings.

So that was his name, you gathered. It somehow suited him, as if the syllables themselves carried the weight of his duty.

“Is this your home?”

The question caught you off guard, his sudden interest in your life now making you apprehensive. You supposed it would’ve done you better to respond. After all, you weren’t acquainted with this lot, and he could do as he willed with you if he wanted. However, he merely sighed at your lack of response, his boots stomping along the ground as he came to you.

With a heavy sigh, he kneeled down before you, causing you to retreat stiffly into the wall. He rested one arm on his thigh, licking his lips as he offered another question. “Do you speak english?”

It was the first question you felt any comfort in answering. “Yes.”

“You have an accent. Where are you from?” There was distrust in his voice, and you supposed you couldn’t fault him that. These days, trust was in short supply and female spies were hardly an unimaginable concept.

“You can sit there all night if you please. Just know,” he rose back up. “If you’re any threat to my men or me...I will kill you.” There was hesitation in his eyes, yet all the same you knew he meant it. He would carry the burden of life lost at his hands, if it meant keeping those around him alive.

“Italy.” You finally answered, watching as he turned back to look at you. He simply nodded then, and continued on paying you no mind. It was in this palpable silence that you decided to observe them all. Noting the numerous soldiers drifting in and out of the building with boxes and crates. Some were holding supplies, others maps and pages of what you could only guess were plans of a sort. It was as if you didn’t exist to any of them. The greater threat of their enemy was gone, and you were, if at all, of very little consequence.

“Do you have family?” Again, he broke the silence, his gaze still on the papers at his table as he sparked the conversation. It was strange to you, that he’d even care to ask such a thing. Maybe he was lonely, you contemplated, or maybe he was digging for information through the veil of kind inquiries.

“Dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He appeared genuinely struck by that comment, but aside from those expressive eyes of his, there was little else to read from his face. “And your name?” He pressed on, though he still seemed preoccupied by those papers. No doubt deciding his next move in this war.

You had to pause at that one, unsure of your response. There was power in names, you were taught at a young age. But, all of that likely meant little now days. The world was flung into chaos and all that mattered was country and cause.

“I assume you have one, don’t you?” He commented, almost amused by your vow of silence towards him.

“Y/N.”

“A lovely name.” A thing all men say, you had come to learn. As if that compliment alone could wash away the distrust you felt. You could only stare at him, eyeing his table like a life line. In a way, it might’ve been. Especially how passionately he pointed at the maps and papers while he spoke to another man dressed like him. They seemed entangled in some deep conversation, not caring in the least that your ears could possibly listen in. For a second, you entertained the idea of running off, but it didn’t matter anymore. Even if you got passed them two, the others could easily dispatch you. There was no hope in getting very far.

“Thank you, Weir.”

“Aye. Don’t go far, Wraysford. Might need you for things.” This Weir waved, patting another soldier on the back as he left the room. They all looked tired, some barely dragging their feet along like they were already dead. Even this Wraysford fellow appeared worn and exhausted, his eyes darkened by the circles underneath them. His hands were dirty, caked in all manner of impurities and it contrasted the way he carried himself. With pride and dignity that you’d come to expect of most soldiers. But the lower your eyes took you, the more you realized just how wearied they all were. His boots, which appeared to be fine leather at one point, were now chipped away at, signaling that the area they came from was not ideal.

For some reason, that gave you the courage to speak up. Wondering on about this man named Wraysford and where he came from. “And you?” He seemed taken back by your question, no doubt surprised by the curiosity now directed towards him. However, his eyes seemed to brighten by it. As if the overwhelming change of topic from war tactics to basic human conversation was preferred and welcomed.

“What of me, Y/N?” He replied, in no particular manner. Yet, the tone of which he spoke your name had a hint of eagerness to it. Like his loneliness was rolling over in waves to be eased.

“What is your name?” You sat unmoved in your spot, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. Wraysford leaned up to his full height, looking you up and down to check for any form of trickery. He had clearly learned far too many harsh lessons by speaking with those outside his uniform.

“Lieutenant.”

“That’s a title, not a name.” You pointed out, observing the corner of his lip almost curve into a smile. A rare thing to witness, you guessed.

“Names mean nothing now.”

“Then why ask mine?” It was almost offensive to you, the lack of trust he sent your way. It may have been entirely warranted in these times, and yet you felt that ache in your chest all the same.

“Lapse of judgement.” He answered, letting the papers he held slip back to the tabletop as he drew towards you. It was like his interest had been piqued, and with that he kneeled once again in front of you. With a stern look your way, he sighed, falling back into the wall and resting his head against it. The heels of his boots scuffed the wooden floorboards, only adding to the damage already done by bombs and bullets alike. You couldn’t divert your gaze elsewhere, so you watched him, noting the refined way he tilted his cap up and removed it. It left his hair a mess, but it only added a charm to him you hadn’t noticed very well before. Up close you could see the fine details of his face, the freckles that dotted every inch of skin. It gave him a less threatening vibe than before and in some way it calmed you. Beneath the cap, laid a human being, capable of atrocities and kindness all the same. Just like you.

“Tell me, Y/N...” he paused, running a hand through his hair as he laid his head roughly back against the wall. He closed his eyes in a mock sense of peace, an official signal of his hint of trust towards you. “How have you survived this far?”

It wasn’t an off inquiry, though you still found it a strange thing to ask. A woman surviving on her own with little food, and no supplies was a likely death sentence. But, here you stood, and only now had you truly thought back on it. Surviving was simply in your nature, you gathered, as it was for everyone. “I don’t know.”

“Hm.” Wraysford chuckled softly, opening one eye to inspect you. There was a strange tug then, like your own curiosity wanted to reach out and graze his cheek in wonder. Maybe that was just your caring side, a symbol of comfort you wanted to offer him. The time for such fancies was over now, though. All you could do was remain silent until he relented.

“It seems that makes two of us. I don’t know how I’ve gotten this far either.”

For him, a lieutenant, to admit to that...it pained you. They all seemed plenty prepared to fight, but in truth, a weapon meant little for survival. It was the mind’s resolve that truly fought this war. You wished he’d see that, because he no doubt had to bare witness to acts no human should see. “I’m...sorry.” It made no sense to apologize, but in that moment you felt for him. For all your anger towards the world and the heartache brought upon you by soldiers of all kinds, you knew he never wanted to harm anyone. Perhaps you were merely sorry for his struggles, or even for him falling into a second of weakness.

“For?” He asked, head leaning up to finally look at you. He held his cap in one hand, dangling it from his knee while he sat there. If it wasn’t for your presence, you were certain he’d of fallen asleep.

“I don’t know.”

“Well,” he looked away. “I suppose we all have something to be sorry for these days.”

Another harsh reality, you agreed. Who hadn’t committed a crime to a certain degree. Whether it was killing, stealing, the list went on. “Do you have family?” You blurted out, wondering if he was perhaps married. It was a strange thought to have, but he was so obviously a handsome man, even beneath all that muck and dirt. Someone with a passion like that in their eye, they had to have someone waiting on them back home.

“No.” Wraysford said, once again averting his eyes as if to conquer the demons of his own thoughts. There was another silence then, for a long while. So long, in fact, the light outside had already drifted to darkness and the other soldiers had begun to pick corners to sleep in. You watched them all, wondering about their own families back home. Were they all as alone as you? Or as lonely as Wraysford seemed? It was a depressing thought to linger on, it nearly soured the entire existence of these men.

“Have you ever loved anyone?” The silence was cut by him, his eyes now fully open and engaged with staring at you. You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, the sudden intimate inquiry bringing back fond old memories.

“Y-Yes...” Once, so very long ago, you thought. Or at least it often seemed that way to you. It was hard to remember how long this war had gone on.

“Dead?”

“Yes.”

He had that expression again, genuine sadness for your plight. It made your heart stir, and for a moment you contemplated letting your tears fall.

“I’m sorry.” He only said, opening his mouth like he wished to add more sentiment to that, but there was none. His words could not bring your love back.

“And you?” You curled your legs closer into your body, holding them to save some heat in this cold. His eyes caught that subtle movement, and he quickly removed his large coat from around him before handing it to you. Beneath the thick article, he seemed thin, yet no less imposing. His suspenders hugged his torso tightly, giving him a distinguished look that suited his status. “Thank you.”

“Yes.” He seemed to finally answer, his eyes centered on his hands as he picked dirt off. It was plain he was trying to concentrate some of his thoughts away from the pain that was so evident in his eyes. At least that, he could not hide from you.

“Is she...” You didn’t want to say it, for fear of harming his heart any further. But, you grew the courage and finished. “Dead?”

His lips fell into a solemn smile, before meeting your worried gaze. “She may as well be...” It felt a horrible thing to even say, but those words seemed to hurt him further than anything you could’ve said. You let him stew in his pain, obviously not equipped with any information or skills necessary to nurse it.

This caused the silence to drift in again, and for a second you believed him to be asleep. Except his voice lingered now, a gentler tone laced within it.

“Stephen.” He stated. “My name is Stephen.”

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A/N: okay so...not a drabble lol

#eddie redmayne #birdsong #stephen wraysford x reader #stephen wraysford #stephen wraysford x you

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years ago

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The Yearbook (Part 3)-High School series

A/N: Part 3! Here we go. The more I write this the more I realize multiple endings is going to be the challenge of my writing hobby…I’m dreading it lol But, I’ll try my best. If it doesn’t come to fruition please understand developing love between one person with 6 or 7 admirers is hell lol Fuck me. Every chapter proves a challenge.

MOOD MUSIC: Everybody talks by Neon Trees

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Thank the heavens for the bell, in this moment it was the most beautiful sound to grace your ears. If Marius had stared any second longer you would’ve melted under that enchanting gaze. How can people so easily work such charms? It was almost unfair that they existed. You never considered yourself perfect, far from it, but even the endearing traits you held weren’t on par with his. It was like the men at this school were graced by the gods when it came to looks, because you felt your attraction spinning out of control with all the new and familiar faces.

“Are you-“

“I,” The word was drawn out, your nerves kicking in once again when Marius leaned over to you. You weren’t sure what question he was going to ask, but you weren’t going to stick around for it. You were far too flustered at this point, and nothing coherent was building in your mind. “Have to…” You gazed towards the doors to the hallway, eyes widening when you saw Newt passing them by. He was no doubt waiting on you now, hoping to enjoy the small five minutes before the next classes started. You could jump him with joy right now, because he was certainly the perfect excuse to leave Marius hanging. If only to ease your embarrassment about this awkward situation. “My friend!”

“What?” The French student raised an eyebrow, confused by your sudden outburst. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to comprehend your sentence, because you rose from your stool and grabbed your bag on the way out. “Wait, I-“

But, you ignored his words, not wanting to increase the anxiety bubbling up from the encounter. Life at eighteen shouldn’t be this difficult, yet here you were freaking out over another student who just so happened to be handsome. Let’s add that to the number of other guys here you were crushing on. “Newt!”

The student looked up from his notebook, smiling when he found you rushing out of the theatre. He wasn’t expecting you to enjoy the class, but your uncomfortable expression was still a shock. “Are you alright? You look…confused.”

“Y-Yeah…sure. Great.” You blurted out, blushing when you felt Marius still staring after you from the windows on the classroom doors. Did he even realize how much of an effect he had on you? Because, if so…he could stop. “Um, how was class?”

Newt was further confused by your odd behavior. He was used to the number of times you grew flustered, particularly around a certain athlete, but he knew Stephen wasn’t in that class. For all his talents, acting wasn’t one of them. A slight perk in his favor, because even he could pass theatre without a problem. Granted, most of what he said seemed odd to people and therefore they believed he was simply joking with them. “It was…fine.” Newt leaned over, trying to gaze into the classroom as if that would provide the answer for him. Unfortunately, you grabbed his arm and began pulling him away. No doubt embarrassed by whatever caused your shaky demeanor. “I really must-“

“So, science, huh? Bet that was fun.”

“Yes, it was. You’re acting very strange, Y/N.” He whisked his arm away from you, stopping at the small table in the corner of the hallway. He didn’t like secrets, even if prying wasn’t his hobby, he preferred you be clear with him. But, if he was being honest, the blush along your features was the cause for his curiosity. Call it a teenage boy’s jealousy, but he knew what that look meant. “Is Stephen…?”

You dropped down onto the bench, throwing your head back and covering your face with your bag. “What? No! Why would you-“ But, it occurred to you how observant Newt could be. For as long as you could remember your crush on Stephen was a simple secret you kept, but eventually someone would find out. You practically gaped at the athlete every time you came to school. At least Newt wouldn’t tell anyone, and you always suspected he already knew without giving all the details. Still, his pointed look made you sink into your seat. “He’s not in my class. Geez.” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t break the news of the French student to Newt, but for some reason you felt he’d be less enthused by the notion. Maybe it was because he already seemed annoyed at your crush on Stephen, but you didn’t want him to feel anymore uncomfortable than necessary.

“Oh…”

“Why?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Never mind.” You opted to ignore his disappointed look, thinking he was just daydreaming about animals or something. Or the current state of conservation in the world, like he so regularly did. “So, lunch on campus today? Or…”

“Campus is fine.” Newt watched as the other students walked by, some of them bumping into him like he didn’t exist. Not that it ever bothered him, he was well aware of the nature of his position here. People, particularly teenagers, loathe those who would step out of the norm. It’s like they couldn’t comprehend human beings were all different, which he found interesting and regularly took note of. “Cafeteria is serving somewhat decent food today.”

“Lucky us.” Time didn’t allow for much socializing between classes, and you knew Newt had other places to be besides huddled into a corner listening to you drone on about nothing. “I’ll see you in a bit then.” You rose from the chair, standing awkwardly for a second while Newt stayed quiet. He seemed preoccupied with his thoughts, and not wanting to disturb them you simply left with a small smile. Sometimes your friend had moments of acting odd, you always assumed it was his way. But, as the years of being together flew by the more it caused some concern to you. Your mother liked to joke it was a crush, but the very idea of Newt ever liking you in that matter made you burn with embarrassment. “A crush. Pfft.” You sighed heavily, turning the hallway and heading down into the gymnasium.

By the time you made it in, all the other girls were already dressed into gym clothes. Athletic skills was not something you were blessed with, but you enjoyed this period if only for the peace and quiet it brought. Your gym teacher, Mrs. Knight, was not exactly hellbent on working you all to the bone. Her idea of exercise was handing you guys a dodgeball and blowing her whistle until one of you got smacked in the face with it. Most students liked her for her laid back attitude, you being one of them, but not everyone was made to enjoy this period.

“Take your inhaler, Mr. Doolittle. Last thing I need is another kid passing out on me.” Mrs. Knight mumbled on about not getting paid enough, but she threw the student’s inhaler towards him only to shake her head when he struggled to catch it. He was a lanky individual, very pale and honestly quite sickly looking. If not for the bright green in his eyes, you would’ve thought the poor guy dead. He shook the inhaler over and over again, but it was obvious there was very little left of the medication.

“Y/N.” You jumped at the sound of your name, heart easing up when you found your teacher standing next to you. She had one eyebrow raised, dodgeball bouncing up and down in her hand as she looked you over. “Bring your clothes this time?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Knight. Sorry.” You gave her a cheeky smile, lifting your backpack as if to prove you had everything. Luckily you did somewhere in your locker, where your clothes sat over the course of the summer. Without a further word, you ran off into the locker rooms to change, leaving her with an amused look that faded when she looked towards the other students.

***

“Damn it.” You cursed under your breath, once again turning the lock to the right combination. At least what you assumed was the correct combination, over the summer you hadn’t bothered keeping such information on hand. Newt may have been the type to take school home with him, you never did. Once that last bell rang, you were quick to shut your mind off to anything academic related. “36…left…no…wait…” you paused between turns, knowing you had likely messed it up again. Whatever happened to using simple master locks? That would’ve been a great deal better for you. Although losing the key was also a likely outcome.

“Y/N?”

That voice, you knew it so well. Every time he spoke it was like your heart ascended to heaven and all was right with the world. That is if you were comfortable using dramatic imagery for your crush on him. And seeing as how your cheeks instantly flushed and your words stuck in your throat, you were. “S-Stephen?” You turned your head to him, still leaning over the lock and fumbling with the dial. “What are you doing in the girls locker room?” You didn’t fancy him a pervert, but he seemed awfully comfortable in here.

“Well, this is the boys locker room.” Stephen’s expression was beyond amused, and having him stand there completely shirtless with nothing but joggers on was too much for your love struck heart to take. His normally kept hair was a mess on his head, freckled skin slightly red from being out in the sun. And you wouldn’t even dare to let your eyes wander down his lean chest where sweat dripped like some ichor of the gods. It was too pleasant, and honestly who would blame you the brief glance?

“Uh…” You choked back an excuse, thoughts now conflicted on what was worse: being inside the boys locker room, or gawking at the track star like he was some prized piece of meat. “Is it?” Certainly by now he was well aware of your hungry gaze, and perhaps the chuckle he released was proof enough. But, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was so handsome, and so kind and all the good qualities a human being could have. You imagined all sorts of daring fantasies then, all of them ending up far too R rated for a high school student to have. You tried to appeal to the mature woman in you, but that just made you enable your daydreams further.

“I can’t imagine you’ll get much out of that locker. That’s Eddie’s…in fact, maybe you should step away from that.” The athlete was concerned, nothing belonging to the rebel cowboy could be good for the general public. He walked towards you, still smiling at the dazed off look you had. He knew he had a certain effect on girls, not that he abused such a blessing, but seeing you leaned over the locker and blushing was an adorable sight. “Do you want me to escort you back to the girls locker room?”

By this point you were gone. Off somewhere in a fantasy land where Stephen had you against a wall, and hardly allowed a word to escape you. After all, having your lips occupied with his and that talented tongue was prone to cause silence aside from happy moans. “Sure.” You simply responded, backing into the lockers when he passed you by. If only he could trap you there, and ravish you in ways your inexperienced mind didn’t think was possible. You had to entertain the idea he was great at that sort of thing, eighteen or not, it was possible both of you were still virgins. But, certainly he felt needs like you did.

“Do you want to go now?” He laughed, pointing towards the door that led back outside.

“What? Oh! Yeah…yeah…” You coughed pathetically, shaking away the erotic thoughts and trying to regain what little dignity you had. But, with him staring down at you in amusement, it was hard to ignore the heat building up on your face. Not to mention the one smoldering away in your lower abdomen. “I can show myself out. Bye!” A quick and embarrassing escape. But, you couldn’t handle the shame anymore. If he wasn’t aware of your crush before, he certainly was now. As you ran outside of the locker room you didn’t dare glance back at him. You were just busying yourself with ideas on how to redeem your unfortunate awkwardness.

Stephen wasn’t so torn up by the situation though, and tried his best to call after you before he heard the door slam. He watched it swing a couple of times, still thinking about that shy stare of yours. Whether you willed it or not, he couldn’t help but smile at the surprise meeting.

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“What is wrong with me?” You rambled about, pacing the hallway just outside the gym. You could already hear the laughter and screams coming from inside, the game of dodgeball in full swing. Through the door windows you could make out some students simply sitting on the bleachers, none of them interested in participating in the old sport. Part of you didn’t blame them. Dodgeball became a pretty easy outlet for some teenage angst, and that always meant a visit to the school nurse.

“I don’t have all day, Y/N.” Mrs. Knight pushed open the door, beckoning you inside and towards the game. She didn’t truly care what you did, so long as it took place inside the gym away from the principal. “Come on. And next time bring your clothes!”

You didn’t exactly have the nerve to explain how another student distracted you from changing. And even if you had the proper words you weren’t sure you could openly admit it. “Coming.” You reluctantly agreed, thinking it was best for you to be away from Stephen. Chances are he’d be trotting down the hallway to the track in all his athletic glory. As fun as that was to witness, you didn’t need more embarrassment for the day. You had your unpleasant fill.

“Alright, come on, girls! You can do better than that.” Mrs. Knight took a seat on the side, opening up her magazine and randomly blowing her whistle whenever she heard someone whining.

You rolled your eyes at the others, watching them throw the ball back and forth until the horrid sound of it hitting someone echoed in the room. The fact that it was mainly girls made it even worse. They truly had it out for one another, no doubt falling victim to the rivalries of who was the better looking man in school. If you listened carefully, Balem’s and Stephen’s name got throw around quite a bit. There might’ve even been a few Marius’ in there.

“Alright, Qwerty. There you go. Breathe in slowly, now out slowly.”

You gazed over at the end of the bleachers, curiously watching as the nurse patted the sickly looking boy on the back. He was smiling awkwardly, coughing weakly before taking another puff of his inhaler. P.E. hadn’t even gone on more than twenty minutes before the poor guy was hunched over and struggling to breathe.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Karpinski.” He blushed faintly when she smiled at him, taking back his medication and stuffing it into her smock. She fussed over him for a second, clearly taking on some parental role considering how often he must have been in her office.

“Great. Now remember, take it easy. I don’t want you back in my office again.” She teased, although the concern she showed him was obvious.

“I promise.” He smiled, waving as she went back towards the doors and to her office. You had to whip your head back to the game, not wanting the guy to know you were just being nosy. It wasn’t like asthma was something new, but actually seeing someone suffer for it was a bit heart wrenching. Teenagers could be cruel, and judging by the giggles coming from across Qwerty it had already started.

“Geez.” You sighed, debating whether to keep him company or not. You never spoke to him before, only passed him in the halls on occasion last semester. Other than his name, there was very little you knew of him. Unfortunately, life wanted to keep it that way for now because the bell rang for next period. On the bright side, that meant lunch was next and you were ready to run out of here.

You practically knocked over everyone on your way out, manners pushed aside when you pranced out of the gym. As far as you were concerned, this was one of the best parts of the day. Granted, the end of the day bell was still in the lead.

“Newt!” You found the studious teen neck deep in a book, mindlessly apologizing to those he bumped shoulders with in the hall. He hardly cared for them, even when they shot him nasty looks. “Newt!”

Newt finally glanced up, smiling when you came running over and almost toppling him to the ground. “I am so glad to see you.” You hugged him tightly, happy to be free of classes and able to enjoy an hour away from it all. Not to mention feeling more secure around someone after that tragic mishap in the locker rooms.

Newt blinked in confusion, book dangling from one hand while the other rested on your upper back. “Likewise…?” He didn’t understand where this sudden affection came from, but he wasn’t about to shy away from it. “Shall we?” He asked, moving you both along the busy hallway while still being trapped in a hug.

“Yes, anything to be away from here.” You pried yourself free of him, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him down into the cafeteria. There was already many tables taken, and by the time you two managed to grab lunch twenty minutes had been wasted. “So tell me again, what exactly is your project?”

“It’s not really a project. More of a petition.” Newt cut the apple on his tray into chunks, sneakily placing some of them up his sleeve and into the tiny mouth of his sugar glider, Jacob. “It’s to stop congress from allowing the oil industry to further harm marine life.”

“Smart. What do you have to do then?”

Newt continued on about the dirty details, but all of his words slowly slipped out the window of your mind. And just when you thought you escaped the embarrassing moment of the day, Stephen so happened to walk into the lunchroom. Needless to say, all the girls turned their heads to him. Each one heavily swooning over the star athlete and likely performing the same daydream you had earlier. If you looked anything like they did, you felt that shame dig deeper. Unbeknownst to you, however, another student hadn’t missed the longing glance you were sending Stephen’s way.

“Why the fuck did you wanna stay on campus today, sounds like a goddamn waste to me.” Eddie flicked some fries from his plate, laughing when he hit another kid on the head. No one dared to say anything to him, otherwise they faced more than the wrath of the cowboy. “Now I got all these damn teachers watching me like I’m about to light a damn-“

“Silence, for once, Eddie.” Balem rubbed at his temples, watching you carefully with the utmost interest. He hadn’t seen you for a good portion of the summer, save for that run in whilst grocery shopping with your parents. He never really paid attention to you after losing touch over the years, but there was something different about you now. A detail he only took notice of when he saw you this morning. Like the summer managed to take the awkward girl he knew and turn her into a beautiful woman. Not that any of your weird qualities had matured over the months, because you still seemed drenched in awkwardness from head to toe. Hanging around that Newt Scamander guy likely didn’t help your reputation.

“You got the hots for her or somethin’?” Eddie laid his chin on his arms, bored out of his mind while he watched his friend lustily gaze at you. Part of him understood the appeal, the sweet and innocent firecracker that you were. It was hard not to be enticed by you, but he was never one to busy his mind with relationships. He figured he had years to find a solid girlfriend, and being eighteen meant he had better things on his mind. Mainly like finding time to smoke, or tormenting other kids in the school.

“I told you to shut up.” Balem glared at Eddie, not keen on delivering all his secrets to him. Friend or not. Besides, just because he found you suddenly attractive meant very little to him. There was plenty women to choose from at this school. But, if he was being honest, there was something frustrating about watching you pine over the athlete. “What the hell does she see in him?”

“What was that?” Eddie played with a toothpick, trying to control the shake in his fingers from not pumping himself with nicotine.

“Nothing.” Balem rose from his table, ignoring the whines of the girl that was sitting next to him. He hadn’t even realized she was still there, but he had better things to entertain himself with now.

“So will you sign it?”

“Sure, Newt.” You smiled at him, still slipping your gaze to Stephen as he gathered his lunch. You wondered if he’d sit with you both, because he often did last semester. However, you weren’t sure that was something you wanted right now.

“Hey.”

Your view of Stephen was suddenly blocked by leather and smug expressions, and you had to stifle the annoyed groan begging to come out. Balem was the last person you wanted to see, but he seemed content with ruining your day anyway.

“What do you want?”

“You going to kick me out?” He mused, slowly biting down on his own apple.

“Even if I said yes, you still wouldn’t leave.” And that was the truth, he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Fair enough.” Balem smirked, rolling his eyes when Eddie came sauntering over and taking a seat as well. It wasn’t easy flirting when you had someone snickering next to you the whole time. At least you and him were agreed that Eddie could shove off.

“And you, too. Lucky me.” You sipped on your water, squinting your eyes suspiciously at them both over the rim of the bottle. They never wasted their precious time on the likes of you, especially Newt. So it wouldn’t be too far fetched to believe something was up. “So what do you want?”

Newt was busy chewing on his apple, eyes darting from Eddie, to Balem and then to you. He wasn’t worried by any means, merely intrigued by this sudden turn of events. It wasn’t everyday the two most popular kids congregated by the nerdy watering hole.

“Humor him.” Eddie chuckled, nudging Balem with his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what was really going on, but seeing his friend tongue tied and riled up was worth it.

“Eddie-“

“Yeah, I know…shut up.” The cowboy clicked his tongue when he saw the last teacher leave the room, and he quickly fished into his pocket for his cigarettes. By the time Balem even managed to get a word out the table was covered in smoke.

“What are you doing after school?” Balem questioned, studying you carefully. He could easily tell if you were lying, but that concern went out the door when he saw your eyes widen. How you managed to be pretty even in a state of shock was beyond him.

“Me?”

“Well, who else?” He was growing annoyed by the back and forth. Usually his romantic interests were already putty in his hands by now, seemed like courting you would be far more difficult.

“I-uh…” You looked to Newt for enlightenment, but he seemed just as shocked as you did by the question. “Well…”

“Ain’t y’all cute.” Eddie took one last drag of his smoke, tapping the lip of it on the corner of his tray before throwing it casually into Newt’s open milk carton. The sound of ashes fizzling out made you look over, that familiar anger rising at the two of them for their selfish actions.

“Really?!” You glared over at Eddie, ready to knock that smile off his face until Balem seemed inclined on doing it for you.

“You lack grace.” Balem scolded, ignoring the audible chuckles of his friend. He had one task to fulfill, and Eddie had to go and ruin it for him. “Idiot.” Balem leaned his cheek on his palm, calling over to Newt with disinterest. “Take mine.”

Newt was tilting his carton over, trying to get the cigarette out when Balem called to him. He was pretty positive he had never heard his name come from the popular student before. To say it was surprising was an understatement, but he eagerly looked up anyway. “Oh, I couldn’t-“

“Just take it!” Balem was close to losing it in here, but he wasn’t willing to part on bad terms again. He shoved his tray closer, waiting for Newt to grab the milk. Thankfully, the other student agreed, and slowly reached over the table to pry the drink from him.

Only, as luck would have it, Jacob decided to plop out of Newt’s sleeve and onto Balem’s food. The silence that developed between you all was palpable, and it took all your willpower not to mention once more to Newt why his pet should be kept at home.

“What the fuck is that?” Eddie eyed the sugar glider in disgust, raising his eyebrow and glancing from the tiny creature to Newt. Jacob was munching away on the potatoes, even sniffing up at Balem curiously while you all watched him devour his food.

Balem glanced down at you, trying hard not to seem entirely disgusted by your friend. Newt, however, often made it difficult for him to pretend to be nice. But, he couldn’t handle that angry stare of yours. For some reason it instilled a sense of guilt within him, something he wasn’t accustomed to. “Tsk.” Balem grabbed his drink off his tray, tossing it roughly onto Newt’s and rolling his eyes before leaving you two in peace.

His charitable action caught you off guard, but you snuck a smile his way when he wasn’t looking. For all his cold and aloof nature, there was a human in there after all.

*** A/N: By the way that petition is real, and y’all should sign it.

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years ago

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The Yearbook (Part 2)-High School series

A/N: It’s here! Part 2, turtle doves. I love writing this stupid fic, all because I had a whack ass dream about Balem being a dick to Newt in school…oy. Anyway, I know Marius has an English accent lol but for drama sake, he’s got a French one in this. Use your imagination. Also, if you requested to be a teacher in this, I will slowly (try) to introduce you. That being said, I’m not basing any of their actions off y’alls personality. That’s too much work, and I’m lazy…cut me a break. So, it’s name only haha. Enjoy!

MOOD MUSIC: Feel it still by Portugal. The Man

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You threw your backpack onto the table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat as you looked around the almost empty library. No other students plagued the aisles of books, or extended their stay on the empty computer desks. It was how you enjoyed the library, quiet and devoid of all other life. Save for your best friend, who was busy burying his nose into another wildlife book to pay much attention to your topic of conversation.

“Newt!”

The freckled boy glanced up, blinking at you stupidly before smiling. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Never mind…” You sighed into your jacket sleeve, restlessly leaning back and forth in your chair as you watched the clock tick by. School wasn’t entirely awful, but in the realm of activities, you’d much rather be sleeping at this ungodly hour. “I am not looking forward to drama class. Why is that even important? I have no use for acting classes…”

“Perhaps you should’ve taken biology.” Newt mumbled nonchalantly, flipping the page and highlighting parts he found particularly interesting.

“I am, but…wait,” You fell forward into the table, hands slamming into the surface and scaring the other student from his reverie of animals. “Did you not sign up for drama class? First period? With Ms. Derboven…?”

Newt stared pathetically at you, a sudden dark cloud emerging over his messy head of hair. You knew that look all too well, you had been victim to it many times in your friendship. That guilty smile, that nervous laugh…it was just another blow to your already annoyed mood.

“Newton Artemis Fido Scamander,” you threatened between gritted teeth, leaning closer to your friend. Your proximity caused a flush of red to sweep along his cheeks, and he lifted his book to cover the obvious sign of nervousness. “So help me god if you didn’t-“

“I swear it was not intentional…” he attempted to soothe your anger, still keeping that sheepish grin on his features. He assumed it would make it all go away, as it usually did. But, you only glared deeply at him, getting closer until your noses were touching and he had no choice but to sit silent and listen. Not that it was difficult for him, your perfume and entrancing eyes were enough to gain his focus.

“Newt, I don’t want to take that class alone! They say the teacher is eccentric and expects you to perform for her the very first day! I don’t know how to act! I’m not even sure I know how to create art…I’m gonna die…that’s it…my social life is now null and void and I will forever be known as the girl who fucked up her monologue.”

“That’s a tad dramatic, don’t you think?” Newt cleared his throat, taking his chance to move away from you while you wallowed in your self pity.

“What’s dramatic is leaving your best friend to endure a full hour and a half of drama class.” Perhaps you were being a bit of a whiner, but facing courses without anyone you knew was always a rough situation. One you didn’t want to deal with senior year.

“I don’t believe dramatic fits that sentence-“

“There you are, Newt!”

The two of you looked up, your eyes falling upon a young man running over to you both. He was dressed like a complete hipster, one you’d find on some Instagram post about charcoal ice cream or what not. His fedora tilted sloppily to the side, giving him a very relaxed look that was only overshadowed by his striking red hair. He certainly knew how to gain attention.

“Oh, hello…” Newt dropped his book to the table, watching as this boy took a seat next to him and began going on about money and drawings. None of it made sense to you, and you sat there completely befuddled by his sudden appearance.

“So, I kind of need the money now…any chance you can pay?” The red head held his hand out, a huge smile on his face when Newt fished through his pockets and handed him some crumpled up bills.

“That should be sufficient.”

“Thank you, I need new supplies…”

“Um,” You interjected, nudging Newt on the arm to introduce you to this new kid. He looked faintly familiar, but it was hard to forget someone with his looks and hair. So you imagined he didn’t make a huge impression the first time, if you ever met him before that is. “Newt?”

Newt, glad for the distraction from your anger, held his hand out towards the red head and quickly blurted out an introduction. As if he didn’t really see the point in doing so. “That’s Jack. He offered to do some drawings for my book I’m writing.”

It dawned on you then, the red hair, the somewhat messy tie. You had seen him before, he was a frequent flyer in the principal’s office, although his offenses were of a lesser degree than the resident bad boy, Eddie. “You’re the one who makes those really amazing murals, right? On the gymnasium, and men’s bathroom!”

Jack hadn’t been paying much attention to you or Newt, he was busy counting the money and figuring out what to purchase with it. But, the moment your melodic voice hit his ears, he nearly froze in his actions. With a surprised expression he glanced up, green eyes widening when he saw you. He could count on one hand the number of girls he found attractive at this school, because the fact was, you were the only one he found charming. Every other girl was so caught up in their looks or social lives it grated on his nerves. There was something refreshing about you though, a trait he wasn’t yet knowledgeable about but, he felt it.

You pursed your lips, eyeing him strangely while he just stared. The silence built to a level that even gained Newt’s attention, and with a curious glance he turned to his friend.

“Jack-“

Before he could get another word out, Jack leaned forward, a glint of wonder in his eyes as he looked you over. “Can I draw you?”

It was an odd request, one you didn’t expect to receive today. To say you were flattered though, would be an understatement. A soft blush formed on your features, a smile curling along your lips as you giggled nervously. “I, uh-“

Newt watched the exchange, somewhat annoyed, but otherwise keeping his mouth shut. He didn’t care for the way Jack looked at you, it was reminiscent to the way you eyed Stephen earlier. A hint of arousal, and longing that only made the animal lover jealous. Try as he might, Newt wasn’t very adept at burying his feelings. “Stop asking everyone to let you draw them.”

“How else am I supposed to practice?”

“Perhaps you should do your art assignments.”

“What a waste of time. Art isn’t something you can schedule or direct…” The entire time he spoke, his eyes fixated on you and only you. It was as if he was already sketching you into his mind, taking every lovely detail and canvassing it into his memories. “It has to be free, spontaneous…”

There was something in the way he spoke that made your heart flutter, like the very passion he conveyed could be felt in his words. It was mesmerizing, and you nearly toppled into his spell if not for Newt interrupting him.

“Jack,” It was when he reached out to touch you that Newt had enough, and with a sigh he held his book up, blocking the artist’s wandering hand. “Sorry, but shouldn’t you finish your painting in the gym?”

The switch went off in Jack’s head, and he rose quickly from his chair, giving a quick farewell before taking off in a rush towards the doors. You smiled at him, a thoughtful look on your face when you considered your observation carefully.

“You know,” you paused, eyes following the retreating back of the talented student. “If it wasn’t for the red hair, I’d say he could be your twin, Newt.”

Newt glanced up from his book, blinking at you skeptically before looking towards Jack. He raised his eyebrow for a second, before pursing his lips and scoffing at the notion. “Absolutely not.”

Before you could think of a single snappy remark, the bell rang, indicating the next five minutes should be spent getting to class. An audible groan flew from your lips, the dread of drama class becoming far too real now. You wanted to drag Newt along with you, but taking him from his beloved science classes was too cruel to entertain.

“Would you like me to accompany you there?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll survive.”

Newt felt awful about the change in classes, but his counselor was adamant he take courses geared towards his interests. It would help in college, and he had to admit it was a smarter plan than wasting his time watching the drama kids reenact their favorite Shakespeare play.

“If you say so, Y/N…”

You hummed back to him, throwing your bag over your shoulder and sending a wave of goodbye as you walked out the library and into your horrible hour and a half fate. The walk to first period was uneventful, save for the nasty look some girl gave you. You weren’t aware of her dispute with you, but the faint whisper of ‘Balem’ was heard as you passed by. If you were to venture a guess, she was not overly fond of the way you interacted with him this morning. Every girl here was swooning over the rich man, constantly leaving letters in his locker or on his windshield. It was a dim-witted attempt to get his attention, but he rarely ever read the love notes. On one occasion you even saw him use his wipers to release the perfume scented letters from his precious car. Yet, in spite of his cruelty, they still flocked to him like moths to a flame.

“Ow!” The rough material of someone’s jacket pushed into your forehead, making you flinch back and grumble about small hallways. Why Balem’s mother couldn’t pull her purse strings for a bigger building was beyond you. “Watch it!”

“Easy there, darlin’.” An amused chuckle was all you needed to realize who it was, and you reluctantly moved your hand away. View now obscured by the devilish grin of Eddie Kreezer. “Where you off to in a hurry?” He was already pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lighter hidden in his cowboy hat as the staff walked by. You envied his devil may care attitude, but you didn’t need to be caught with him today.

“To class, you idiot. Where you should be going.”

“Tsk, didn’t your momma ever teach you to be nice?” He teased, lighting his smoke and blowing some of it into your face.

“You’re one to talk!”

Eddie was always amused at your temper, but that was due to him being one of the few people who could bring out that spark of anger. It was amusing and quite frankly, hot to him. “Damn, sweetheart. What? Daddy didn’t love you enough as a kid? Is that where all this misdirected rage comes from?” He laughed heartily, pushing one finger into your forehead to keep you away as you launched your fists at him. It was a weak attempt to defend yourself, and it only made the cowboy laugh harder until you gave up. “I’ll be your daddy if you want.” He had the gall to wink, to flirt amidst all this teasing like you were just going to cave under his southern wiles. It fueled that fire of fury inside you, and admittedly was just a bit charming…which only made you angrier.

“You-“

“Ah, ah, ah!” Eddie easily trapped you into the lockers, smirking down at your expression of discontent. “Daddy don’t like the attitude, darlin’.”

The last straw, that was it, and with all your strength you kneed Eddie in the stomach, taking his momentary lapse of judgement as a sign to run away. The last bell had rung, and with the halls now clearing you took the chance to turn back to him, hands balled into fists as you yelled, “And for the record you’re too young to be a daddy!”

The cowboy glanced up, a huge smirk now forming on his lips as he laughed. You figured he’d finally lost it, the recreational use of drugs eventually killing off his last brain cells. That was until you heard your name, a huge blush going head to toe when you realized who was behind you. With a stiff posture, you turned, growing redder when Stephen came into view. He looked confused, green eyes darting from you to Eddie with a hint of worry.

“Are you alright?”

“I-“ you couldn’t form a proper sentence, and in your embarrassment the only helpful thought that came was to run off into the halls. So with a quick mumble of farewell, you brushed passed the athlete and somehow found your way to the theatre. Life could be dramatically unfair sometimes, and having to say such a stupid thing in front of your crush was probably on the top ten list of don’ts. Lamenting over your actions did no good though, and with a troubled scoff you slowly opened the drama room doors. All eyes fell on you then, the piercing ones of your teacher among them. It sent chills up your spine, and even though they all saw you, you still attempted to sneak across the stools lined up to the stage.

“How good of you to join us.”

You fell into the stool, trying to ignore Ms. Derboven’s irritated glare. Thankfully, another student began to sing softly on stage, taking her attention elsewhere. She was positively thrilled when the student sang, like the world was suddenly brighter for it. In your mind, it was a simple distraction, but the pining sighs of women made you finally look towards the center of the auditorium. A tall, handsome student was on stage, crooning out his rendition of a Les Miserables song. Something about empty chairs and tables, not that you knew any of it, musicals weren’t exactly your hobby. But, you welcomed the talent he displayed. If only to have your teacher preoccupy herself with his enchanting voice.

“Isn’t he charming?”

You sank back into the air, trying not to fall from your stool as this girl leaned far too close to you. She had pretty green eyes, her blonde hair set into intricate curls that seemed to have taken hours to do. You didn’t recognize her from anywhere, and with a French accent you wondered if she had any relation to the new boy singing up there.

“Um-”

“Oh, no need to answer. I already know you agree.”

She giggled, hand on her cheek as she sighed happily while eyeing the handsome student on the stage. Drama wasn’t your forte, and if it wasn’t for the insane obligation to take an elective you’d be far from here. But, you humored her affections, eyes darting towards the stage and watching as the other French student recited his lines. He was rather talented at it, even more when he broke into song again. Even if that made it feel awkward to be in here. All the girls, and possibly even the teacher seemed entranced by his voice now, like he suddenly became the first male siren in history.

In your musings, you hadn’t realized he stopped, all the girls clapping and cheering their hearts out to him. Some of the boys reluctantly did so, more than one of them grumbling about how unfair it was to have so many good looking guys at this school. You had to agree there, lately it seemed like an abundance of them came crawling from out of the woodwork. With a defeated breath, you started clapping along as well, looking towards the clock on the wall and praying it would move faster. At least this new kid took up a good chunk of time for you.

“Come on…” you pleaded silently with the clock, as if that would somehow aid your impatience.

“Cosette, would you like a turn?”

You watched as the girl you were speaking to got up, clearly the one known as Cosette. She clapped happily, getting off the stool and heading to the stage to begin her own monologue. You envied her bravery, but the puppy love look on her face made you roll your eyes. She had it bad for that other guy, and judging by his smile he seemed somewhat interested in her in return.

“May I sit here?”

His French accent was enamoring, but you weren’t about to fall head over heels just because he seemed exotic.

“Sure.”

“Thank you.” He smiled politely, eyes constantly moving to look at you. “I’m Marius Pontmercy, and you are?”

At his greeting, you turned to him, offering a smile as you held your hand out to shake his. Only he seemed more intent on being a true gentleman. With a delicate touch he took your hand, twisting it around and laying a sweet kiss to the back of it. The French truly did inspire romance…

“I’m…um,” The words would not come out, and unfortunately making a fool of yourself seemed to be a reoccurring theme this school year.

“Won’t you tell me?” Marius smiled widely, chuckling when you looked away from him. You seemed on edge, and he had no intention to make it worse for you. “It’s alright if you wish-“

“Y/N.” You spat it out harshly, your nerves making you agitated enough to seem rude. Lucky for you, Marius took no offense to your curt tone.

“It’s a beautiful name…” He said quietly, eyes transfixed on you from the start.

There was a notable tension in the air, one that confused you greatly. But, the longer he gazed into your eyes the more you felt your chest cave to the attractive French student. In just a few short hours, you found life at eighteen proving difficult already. How on earth could you navigate this school year with all these men being distractions? Stephen was always your source of affection, and even though you still held strong feelings for him…you found yourself hooked on these new characters. Maybe Newt was right, sexual maturity had officially peaked and you hated every minute of it.

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A/N: Alright, tell me!! Who do you ship Reader with so far?! Hope you liked it! There’s nothing greater than writing a trashy cliche high school fic. Takes me back, my loves…takes me back. Feedback appreciated! ❤️

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years ago

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The Yearbook (Part 1)-High school series

A/N: It’s here!! I also made myself the principal because, why wouldn’t I want to be? Lol Hope y'all enjoy this one, haven’t decided which one reader will end up with. 🤷🏻‍♀️

MOOD MUSIC: …Ready for it? By Taylor Swift

***

Bicycle wheels came to a screeching halt amidst the rush of new students, both freshman and seniors alike. The entire school yard was amass with fresh faces, and a chant of conversations about this past summer. None of it made any sense, and throughout the ride here neither Newt or you could come up with an even remotely good summer story to tell.

“No, no, that’s enough, Jacob.”

You turned to your best friend, watching as he fumbled around with his coat pockets and laughed weakly. He was fighting with something, clearly being on the losing side of the battle.

“Oh god, Newt! Really?! That’s exactly what got you in trouble last year.” With a roll of your eyes you climbed off your bike, kneeling down at the wheel to safely lock it to the rack. The entire way here you heard him mumbling nonsense to himself, little did you know he had once again snuck his playful little sugar glider into his pockets. It was no wonder he was known throughout the school, and not well received mind you. “You should’ve left him at home.”

“Sorry, er-Jacob!” Newt stopped mid sentence, jumping off his bike and jogging around as he clawed pathetically at his back. He shoved his suitcase to the ground, breathing a sigh of relief when he managed to pull Jacob from inside his blue coat. The tiny glider chattered it’s teeth up at Newt, making him laugh and forgive the creature for its meddling. “Alright, but this is exactly why I shouldn’t bring you anymore.”

It always amazed you at how deep a connection the student had with his pet, and while you enjoyed the company of your dog’s and cats, Newt was an entirely different breed when it came to animals. The boy might as well be Tarzan.

“Remind me why we’re friends again?”

Newt looked up from his hands with a huge grin, stuffing Jacob back into his coat pocket as he retrieved his case. “I help you with your homework.”

You chuckled at that, knowing that there was far more reasons to be Newt Scamander’s best friend. He was a very kind person, intelligent, perhaps a bit reserved but you cherished those traits about him. Made for fun times when the last bell rung and you both rode home to binge tv and eat junk food.

“Right.”

You patted your friend on the back, grabbing his coat as you began tugging him along. You both were impossibly early for your first day, and it appeared the rest of the school had the same idea. Over time that would change, by eight in the morning no one would grace these halls until the first bell rang. But, for now you both recycled your junior year activity of taking residence in the library until first period. It was always a pleasure to enjoy some silence before the hectic sound of hormonal teens filled your ears.

Or, for those aware of this school’s hierarchy, the rumbling sound of an engine that undoubtedly belonged to the richest teenager in the world. Both Newt and you stopped at the entrance of the school, eyes focusing on the black and gold sports car driving wildly through the front gates. The tires screeched along the gravel, some students screaming as they ran from the path of the car. It didn’t amaze you how reckless the driver was being, knowing fully well he probably enjoyed bringing terror to some of the people here. No one would dare stop him though, if anyone funded this school it was his parents.

“He truly does enjoy making an entrance, doesn’t he?”

You gave a half smile to Newt, nodding at his comment as you kept your eyes upon the car. It came to a halt at the parking lot, barely meeting the lines as the driver put it in park. He could at least try to be considerate to the other cars in the lot, but in true Balem fashion he wouldn’t. It was a sad truth to speak, but you were well aware of the man now exiting his vehicle, his best friend, Eddie, in tow. You were unfortunate enough to have gone to school with Balem Abrasax since the moment you could speak. He was always the most arrogant, outspoken child, never wanting anyone to get in his way. And his parents made sure to nurture that quality in him. You often wondered if he would’ve turned out kinder if not for them, especially after his father passed away. That was almost ten years ago though, and whatever friendship you had with him could no longer be salvaged. He was a decent friend while it lasted, however brief that was. You couldn’t really cherish memories from so long ago…

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You snapped from your musings, blushing slightly as Newt observed your cloudy state. “W-What??”

Newt gave you a concerned look, his eyes darting from Balem to you over and over again. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though he knew of your past friendship with the bully, but he always figured you had some semblance of a crush on the man. He didn’t exactly approve of it, but he was never going to interfere with your possible romantic life. Even if he felt he had reason to.

“Do you like him?”

Your blush only intensified at his question, your hand coming up to hide the obvious embarrassment you felt while you muffled out a quick no. “He’s a complete ass…” Your eyes gazed over at him, pressing the alarm button of his car as he held his one notebook to his side. He was clad in a leather jacket, along with black button up and jeans. He rarely wore any other color, often enjoying the darker shades because it made him more authoritative. You had to admit, he worked the style well, but you would never go for a guy like him. “Besides, the fact that he still excels at everything only makes it worse…” You muttered under your breath, a bit envious of all his magnificent traits. He could be a complete dick most days, but if anyone had a promising future in business here, it was him.

“If you say so.” Newt sighed, pushing Jacob back into his pocket as the principal came from inside and started greeting the students.

Everyone was excited right now, the first day of school always feeling the best, until the end of the day and you realize it was going to be another year of homework and bullshit. You just hoped it’d go by fast so winter break could come around.

“Mr. Kreezer!”

Newt and you both looked to the side, noting how Eddie was casually lighting a cigarette right on school grounds. You weren’t well acquainted with the southern teen, knowing he transferred schools only two years ago, but his reputation certainly preceded him. Within a week of starting here he started a fire in the boys bathroom, got caught skipping, and even had the balls to do drugs in chemistry. Though he seemed skilled at using the lab tools, something you weren’t sure was a good thing. The only heaven sent for him? Becoming best friends with Balem, who vouched for him on more than one occasion.

“My office. Now.” The principal groaned in frustration, rubbing at her temples already. You felt for her, wasn’t even the beginning of class, and she already had to deal with Eddie. One could venture a guess that he had some crush on her with how often he ended up in her office.

“Not even the first week and already in my office. Honestly, Mr. Kreezer….”

Balem smirked at her exhaustion, giving Eddie an amused look as he reached over and grabbed his cigarette. He threw it on the floor, crushing it under his boot as he slapped his friend on the back.

“Forgive my friend, Mrs. Sandoval. He doesn’t know any better.”

“I very much doubt that, Mr. Abrasax.” But, your principal just sighed and held both her hands up in defeat. “You’re legally allowed to smoke, Mr. Kreezer, but don’t let me catch you smoking on school grounds again. Do I make myself clear?”

The cowboy just chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he rocked on his boots. “Crystal.”

With his parents hands on the purse strings, it was no surprise Mrs. Sandoval allowed his friend to go free. Something you just rolled your eyes at and dealt with. You never adored those who got away with breaking the rules, especially when she always made it a point to punish Newt for small things in comparison to Balem and Eddie. Sometimes life really did feel like a bad movie.

“Let’s go.” You whined, trying to shove Newt into the building. Only someone managed to stop you two, bumping roughly into Newt’s shoulder and making him drop all his books.

“Hey!” You stumbled over, barely catching your friend before he hit the concrete. Newt grabbed onto your hand, blinking up in confusion as he saw Eddie and Balem standing above him.

“Oh….didn’t see you there…”

Balem smirked down at you both, shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t just cause this mess. It grated on your nerves, eyes now narrowing into slits as you rose up with your hands balled into fists. You were rarely victim to his naughty behavior, though you couldn’t say the same for Newt. These two always picked on him for his odd hobbies, and fondness for animals. What made it more infuriating was how little care Newt put into it. He acted like it was nothing the majority of the time, something that frustrated and pleased you. He was such a nice person he didn’t deserve this, but the fact that he didn’t care what others thought of him made him admirable.

“Like hell you didn’t.”

Eddie merely chuckled at your upset, opting to lean against the wall and light another cigarette as he let Balem take care of it.

“What was that, little bird?”

You froze at that nickname, a tint of red adorning your cheeks when he purred it out. That was the name he used to called you as children, a little nickname he just thought suited you back then. Ever since your friendship faded into nothing, you figured that would too. But, over the years whenever he did speak to you, he always made sure to use it. You figured it was his way of tormenting you, like he did so many others.

“Balem-”

“Yes?” He cooed out, leaning closer to you as you backed away. You knew he was messing with you, that smoldering look of his only another game to play. Practically every girl in school swooned over him, you weren’t set on being another statistic.

“I think it’d be best if you leave her alone.”

Newt got between you two, protectively covering you from Balem’s heated gaze. It only made the rich teen laugh, his hand coming up to grip Newt by the coat and shove him to the floor.

“Move, Scamander.”

“Newt!” You made to reach him, but Balem held his arm out, keeping you set within his sights. “Move, Balem!”

“And if I don’t, little bird?”

“Hey.”

Balem glanced up, an annoyed look instantly on his features when he found the only person in school he hated more than Newt standing there.

“Stephen…” He grumbled, angrily moving away from you when the track star neared you both. You hadn’t been friends long with the athlete, you only had him for a class last year but he was always a gentleman with you. He even ate lunch with you guys often, when he wasn’t busy training on the fields. He was the only one in this school not afraid of Balem, a trait you couldn’t help but smile at.

“I said leave them alone.”

“Tsk.” The rich teen scoffed, pulling fully away now before turning on the heel of his boot. Eddie just whistled, clearly impressed with the turn of events. But, he pushed off the wall and followed his friend inside, only stopping when Balem looked over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.

“Thank you.” You smiled, hugging Stephen quickly before he held his hand out to Newt still lying on the floor in mild confusion.

“My pleasure. Are you alright?” He looked you both over, giving you a sweet smile as he helped brush Newt off.

“Er-yes, thank you.” Newt picked up all his belongings, nodding in thanks to the track star as he waited for you to move along with him.

“Yeah, we’re fine, don’t worry. Hey, we’re going to the library for a bit, want to come?”

“Oh, no thank you. I have to see coach before first period. I’ll see you both at lunch though.”

He offered you a smile before walking away, leaving you back to stare at him in all his athletic splendor. Newt didn’t miss a beat, and followed your gaze, a frown on his lips as he tried to pry your attention elsewhere.

“The library?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah…yeah…” You cleared your throat, trying to act nonchalant even if you knew Newt saw you checking out Stephen.

“Perhaps it’s due to reaching sexual maturity, but were you looking-”

“Newt!!” You blushed madly at his words, internally wishing the guy had a filter for such things. He was always so open with those topics, thinking there was little to no difference in comparing the animal kingdom to high school. Another reason most girls here stayed away, which was a shame really. He was actually quite handsome when you thought about it.

“Come on.” You urged, pushing him playfully as you walked into the school side by side. “Don’t say things like that. I’m sure people would be more likely to be your friend if you didn’t.”

Newt simply shrugged, and with little care expressed his feelings on the matter. “Not really, people find me annoying.”

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A/N: What did y'all think?! I love it already, it’s a trashy high school 80’s flick already….in my head. Lol 2 more characters to introduce!! Next time~

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anodyne-sunflower · 8 years ago

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Morning affections-Stephen Wraysford x Reader

A/N: Just answering some Stephen requests. Two of you wanted anything Stephen related, and another wanted Stephen cuddles lol So here is this short and sweet ficlet. ❤️🎖

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You fell back into the sheets, stretching out and enjoying the way your endorphins ran along your spent body. It created a sense of calm, a relaxing pleasure that made you smile and reach up for Stephen in your bliss.

Your fingers swept along his freckled cheek, eyes traveling along his handsome features as he leaned down and kissed you. These moments were something you always delighted in, just basking in the after glow of sex, so passionate and long that left you completely exhausted by the end of it. But, even so, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting your husband all the more for it.

You slipped your fingers through his messy hair, giggling when he tilted his head and kissed the inner side of your wrist. He grabbed your hands, pinning them back down and nuzzling into your neck.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, happiness clear in his lustful tone.

You sighed contentedly, staring up at him through half lidded eyes as the high you felt slowly faded. “You’re tickling me, darling.”

“Am I, now?” Stephen kissed a soft trail up your neck, moving his lips along your reddened cheek before his nose pressed into yours. “And where are you ticklish, exactly?”

“Don’t play that with me, dear husband.”

He just chuckled at your mocking words, moving until your wrists were held firmly in one of his hands. He used his free one to tap along your cheek, down your jaw and chest until he stopped just above your navel. His lips curled into a devilish smile, that same one that always meant he was up to something.

“Stephen Wraysford, if you start that I-”

But, your words trailed into laughter, legs attempting to kick at your husband as he tickled along your stomach and hips. After all these years, he knew exactly where to touch, kiss, and nip if only to draw those sweet giggles from you. And as torturous as it was, you loved it.

“Stephen!!!”

“Yes, love?” He smiled down at you, bare skin brushing against yours as he moved from between your legs. He finally let up on his relentless teasing, instead slipping behind you and pulling you back into his chest.

“You’re awful…”

Your words were breathless from his tickling, yet the mirth behind them wasn’t lost on the former soldier. Stephen hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder as he laced your hands together.

“Perhaps…but you fell for me anyway.”

You scoffed in amusement, snuggling back into him. “Yes…suppose I did.”

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A/N: Hope you liked!

#stephen wraysford x reader #birdsong #stephen wraysford

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drdanwrites · 8 years ago

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Stephen Wraysford x Reader Series (We’ve Still Got Time) is the Winner!

Thank you to everyone who contacted me and voted. I have the first chapter all written and ready for you below!

Since it was such a close call, I’ve decided to write the other series as well. The first chapter of One Love will be posted Friday!

Please note these is a bit of violence or implied violence and mentions of death and blood.

Chapter 1:

As his foot landed in the dirt, ashes kicked up around him making an eerie grey fog surround him. He had seen these trenches and he knew each path to take. As he continued to walk, everything was slow and he could see the dirt particles flying through the air as another bullet hit the ground. A straight line here, a left turn there and he instantly found himself before the entryway of a crumbling shack. The doorway was dark and he couldn’t make out anything inside. A pistol, attached by a worn and tattered string to his trousers, was clenched in his hand. His legs carried him to the open door as his mind screamed, no you fool. His other hand gripped the door frame. Light spontaneously showed from behind him and lit the way to the well hole in the middle of the room. No. His brain called out but his foot took a step into the shack. Don’t. His brain pleaded. The sound of his worn boot soles reverberated against the aged walls. When he reached the well, it took everything he had to place a quivering hand on top of the well hole. Sweat collected and rolled down under his hat. You know they’re down there. He did know it and he wanted to stop himself from moving his body forward. Wanted to run from the room screaming, but he couldn’t. His eyes peered over the top of well. It was black. For a moment he was relieved, even if it was short lived. The first thing he made out was a young officer. His body laid in an awkward position, lifeless on top of another body. This body on top of another body and continued down. There were entwining limbs and faces… the faces. The features of the ones he knew. The ones he had called family…. Firebrace… his comrade’s face flashed before his eyes and he stumbled backwards.

“Papa?” Only he doesn’t hear these words. He hears the wretching sounds of a German accent. His spine went rigide as he turned on his heel. A shadowed figure now stood in the doorway and although he couldn’t see the figure’s face, he knew it was the enemy. The reason all those men were in the well. In their eternal graves. His pistol hand knew what to do as it extended out slowly, trying not to bring attention to his defense.

“PAPA.” The voice screamed louder, though he still couldn’t hear their cries for mercy. His arm was full extended now as the pistol gave him added length. He was waiting for the right moment. The moment his bullet would fully take the bastard by surprise. His finger on the trigger rubbed the metal in anticipation. Sweat was now fully forming on his forehead and began to slowly fall from his face and onto his uniform below. His eyes were slits and twitched with preparation for the shock of the kickback that he would soon embrace. The figure seemed to be unaware of their fate and he took this as his advantage.

“Mr. Waysford!” The jolt of reality shocked Stephen Wraysford and his pistol which was facing a figure, the figure of his 8 year old daughter. She was a statue against the bedroom door. His finger slipped in the shock and his heart sank faster than lightning. The revolver clicked in an anticlimactic false start. Everyone in the room let out a immediate sigh of relief. Stephen stood almost wobbling back and forth. The nightmare had taken a lot out of him physically and emotionally. He suddenly slumped back against the wall and blacked out. He almost enjoyed these moments where he was too exhausted to feel, too exhausted to remember her face.

The cook, who had entered the room only by accident quickly aided the little girl, who seemed to be in some shock. She had aimlessly walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water as her room had been too dry. Upon hearing the other kitchen door open, she had seen the figure of her father. He stood quite still, eyes half closed as he made his way nearer the kitchen table in the middle of the room. The little girl had moved from the sink, to the other side of the table.

“Papa.” She had called out. Her mousey french accent had seemed to catch his ear but he did not utter a sound. He seemed to not recognize her. As she went round the table to hug him, his pistol suddenly rounded the other side of him and took aim at her head. Quickly she had jumped back and walked right into the opposite wall. For sometime he stared at her with his eyes half open.

“PAPA.” She called trying to arouse him from his daze. The pistol was cocked back and she silently began to whimper.

It had been a year since the two had learned of each other’s existence. Her mother had passed from her injuries she acquired during a bombing in their old home. Her aunt had become her surrogate mother and before her father had turned up one summer afternoon, suitcase in hand. For a time it had seemed that Françoise had the perfect family, a full dynamic. Her father , Stephen was cold and standoffish for a time. She had been eager to get to know him once learning of his relation. Though she could sense his troubles, times where he would go into a rage behind locks doors or stare out a window for far too long. In these moments she likes to observe him and take in who he was as a person, trying to see how he would fit in with her life.

These silent moments where nothing like the horror she faced in this scene as her father was unreachable. Suddenly, a third door opened and Françoise could swear she hear an angel chorus. As Heidi had entered, she seem to recognize the situation and called out to her father. With the sudden mention of his name, the trance seem to fade from his green eyes, though his body was still in it and his finger pulled the trigger.

As his body lay slumped on the floor, Hedi rushed over to Françoise. After quickly looking over every inch of her body, to make sure he had not hurt her, Heidi rushed to the telephone. Her shaking finger rolled over the numbers and waited to be connected to an operator.

“Bonjour, hôpital.” Her speech was broken and only short sentences shot out. Françoise held onto her dress for comfort as she watch her father sleep soundly at last. “Jeanne, it’s getting worse. He had a gun to her head…Françoise, yes of course! I cannot be responsible for him. You need to call someone in.” As Françoise heard Heidi continue on in the background, she slowly let go of Hedi and walked over to her father. She carefully removed the pistol from his hand and placed it delicately on the ground. The floor was cold as she sat down on her legs next to him. Her hand folding around his.

The hospital was busy as you sat in the waiting room to be called. The case file you had been handed was not a large one, but the contents were substantial enough to warrant your services. After the war there had been too many soldiers, too many families left broken. The last family you cared for had seen 3 child without a father and a mother who needed to earn a man’s wage to keep the family intact. You watched as men in wheelchairs desperately tried to get around and young boys who were trying to get used to opening a door with one arm. The war had left so much devastation in its wake and it didn’t just affect the grounds of battle, but the minds and hearts of the brave men and woman who gave themselves to the cause.

“She’s ready to see you now.” A nurse in uniform comes up to you. Thanking her with a nod, you get up and follow her down a long hallway. When you reach the room, a woman sits up in the hospital bad. She looked worn and tired. Her hair is thin and oily, she tries to run a hand through it’s long strands, but it hardly helps. You find a chair in the corner of the room and bring it closer to the woman. As you settle into the chair, you can see she is very thin and pale, uneaten food sits on a side table next to her.

“Jeanne?” You ask her. She nods with a smile. You place out a hand and she accepts it in a friendly shake. “I’m Y/N Y/L, it is so very nice to meet you.”

“I hope your travel in wasn’t too inconvenient.” Jeanne replied as she referred to your recent move from England to France.

“Not at all. On the contrary, I found the change of scenery very refreshing. Can’t tell you how bleak London has been since all this war business.” You tried your best to stay as formal and professional as possible, when all you wanted to do was reach out a comforting hand to the woman, after all she had lost her sister and fell ill all within a short time.

“I take it the agency sent you my request.” You look down in your lap at the folder which held Jeanne’s application for a carer. Folding over the flap, you remove the documents which revealed Françoise and Stephen’s story.

“Yes, I did. I’ve had a chance to read it over, twice. Nothing I haven’t seen or handled before. This war has left a lot of our men to deal with the nightmares of everything they have seen. I’ve worked with children Françoise’s age before and have dealt with several ex soldiers who were diagnosed with battle fatigue.”

“I wish I could be there to help him, but I…I” As she spoke, her emotions took over and she began to tremble. You quickly reach over and place your hands on hers.

“Please do not fret, Jeanne. I promise you, they are in the most capable hands. I don’t want to you pressure yourself, merely focus on your recovery, please.” Your eyes show her all the devotion you have to her family. She nodded as she silently cried. “There there. Please, dry your eyes.” Turning to the tissue box beside the bed, you reach and pull on up as it’s replacement takes its place. You hand it to her and Jeanne takes it and dabbs the corners of her eyes.

“Thank you.” She whispers. The door to the room opens and a little girl runs inside. Jeanne’s exterior quickly changes to that of a brave mother and smiles.

“Françoise!” She says was excitement. The little girl returns the glowing smile and climbs onto the bed, cuddling into her loving aunt. Jeanne wraps her arms around Françoise, laying a danity kiss upon her head. “Where is your father.” She said as looked to the door.

“He’s speaking to the doctor outside.” Her little green eyes fall upon you. Jeanne notices and hugs her closer, looking up at you.

“This my dear is Ms. Y/L, she’s going to be staying with Papa and you while I’m away here. You better mind what she says.” Françoise timidly peered at you. This makes you smile and you give her a tiny wave of your fingers.

“Bonjour Françoise. I look forward to getting to know you better. I can tell we are going to get along very well.” As you said this, boots entering the room. You look up to find an extremely handsome man standing in the doorway. Everything about his demeanor screamed that he had just served his country. Jeanne and Françoise looked up at the man. His first glance connected with yours. His face didn’t give away if he was happy or not with your presence.

“Y/N L/N, this is Stephen Wraysford.” The two of you look back at each other, you immediately walk over to each other and connect hands. Instantly a thrill rushes up your arm and down your spine. You do your best not to show this in your face. Stephen gives you a gentle smile.

“Ms. L/N, pleasure.” He looked from you to Jeanne, as if he looking for her to explain why you were present in the room.

“Ms. L/N is going to be staying with Françoise and you.” Stephen dropped your hand quickly. He folded his arms across his chest, you can tell instantly this situation wasn’t a good topic between the pair.

“I thought we discussed, a carer wasn’t needed, Jeanne. Françoise and I are doing just fine.” According to the file you read, you knew this was not the case. Jeanne coughs slightly.

“We did discuss this, however she’ll be more of a carer for the house and for Françoise.” Stephen pondered over her words as he looked you up and down, only moving his eyes. Jeanne’s cough continued to get worse as she tried to continue the conversation. Stephen and you quickly rush over to help. Stephen grabs the water on the food tray next to the bed and you carefully help remove Françoise to let Jeanne have more space. Jeanne trembles as she took the water with shaking hands. She greedily gulped down the liquid and the coughing seemed to die down, but it had left its mark on her physically as she tried to catch her breath. As Stephen fixes her blankets, Jeanne begins to closer her eyes. You can hear her mumble a few words to Stephen. He stops mid-tuck and puts a hand on Jeanne’s shoulder before turning around. You stand with Françoise tightly tucked behind your leg. Stephen looks down at the both of you as he turns.

“I think it may be time to give her some rest.” He says as he ushers you all out of the room.

Let me know what you all think!

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drdanwrites · 8 years ago

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You choose my next series!

Hey guys!

So I need your help!

I would like to start a new series before I open requests at the end of the month. I have two ideas for two different Eddie fandoms. As I’m opening requests, I think 4 series would be too much for me to commit to.

Here is where you, my readers come in. Below are my ideas for my potential new series. I’d like for you to tell me which one you would like me to write. I will keep polls open until Wednesday and will post the first chapter of that series on Saturday 7/22. I’ll announce the new series Wednesday evening.

Here we go:

A.) One Love series: This is a William Stafford x Reader series (This is Eddie Redmayne’s character in The Other Boleyn Girl). Reader is Henry the 8th’s cousin and while the Boleyn family comes to court, the reader and William enter into a secret affair. However when the King finds about about their relationship, he seeks out to abolish it.

B.) Unnamed Stephen Wraysford x Reader series: This series takes place after the movie. Stephen is suffering with PTSD and trying to adjust to being a single father after Jeanne falls horribly ill and is put into the hospital. Jeanne hires a Nanny/carer to come and take care of Stephen and his daughter. Will he learn to love and live again or will he let his world crumble?

Well there it is my friends! Please send me your vote and let me know what you want to read!

Love. Peace. Chicken Grease.

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anodyne-sunflower · 8 years ago

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OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol

MASTERLIST

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Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.

“Newt…”

You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.

Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.

“I….fuck…”

Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.

“Scamander…”

Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.

“Ahh!”

You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”

“Shh.”

You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.

*****

Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂

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anodyne-sunflower · 8 years ago

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Can I request a Daddy!Stephen fic with Thigh riding, and eating out? Perhaps even bondage? Thank you!

Alright, this contains a combination of many people’s requests, since y'all are horny as shit….I don’t even know how many requests this combined but whatever lol Shameless smut ahead.

Master list

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“You know, it would really help if you listened to me just once! I didn’t waste my time bringing you back from the brink of death just to-”

Stephen leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with an amused smirk on his face. He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke and chuckling as you scowled deeply at him. The war was still going on, and the more it dragged the more he found parts of himself disappearing and dying along with his men. All that he had left was you, a vision of the past that kept him going on those long sleepless nights. He had met you at the very beginning of all this, the very first time he lost a soldier you were there. A young nurse that tries to heal the fallen only to watch them die in your arms instead. You two had found comfort in each other, sometimes talking, sometimes laughing, and other times…other times in each other’s arms.

“Stop talking.”

Stephen crunched the end of his cigarette into the ashtray, tired eyes staring at the burnt end blow out slowly. He could hear you sigh in the background, his current state of mind blocking you out from his thoughts. He adored your company, truthfully he enjoyed it. But, sometimes the very noise you made grated on his nerves, making him anxious and angry that all he wanted was for you to stay silent.

“Stephen…”

Your tone was quieter, yet it still held a semblance of order in it. Stephen was slowly slipping away day by day, and it took everything you had to keep him here, in reality with you.

“Listen to me-”

The soldier scoffed, pouring himself a glass of whiskey as he shuffled his deck of cards. He paid you no mind anymore, instead he kept his eyes straight on the deck, his finger slipping over the slick edge of the card he grabbed and flipped over.

“Ace of hearts…” He spoke aloud, tapping the symbols on the card as he looked up at you. “How fortunate.”

Your brow furrowed, concern for the lieutenant growing as he continued to tell a fortune that made no sense. “Stephen, please…”

The soldier stopped his antics, face stern and eyes bloodshot as he stared up at you. “I thought I said stop talking…”

You slowly inched forward, hand coming to brush against his cheek, the stubble scratching roughly against your palm. You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb, offering him a sad smile, anything to bring him back from that war inside his head.

“You need rest, Stephen.”

His eyes were beautiful to you, a soft green that reminded you of your home back in France. But, now, now they seemed so far gone.

Stephen sniffed quietly, gritting his teeth as the pent up rage and grief began to boil inside him. He screamed out, throwing the cards on the floor and slamming his hands on the table.

“I said stop talking!”

“No!”

You pushed his shoulder, gently bringing him back to your world as you felt your own frustrations rising. Stephen sighed heavily, holding his head in his hands and trying to remain calm.

“Breathe.”

Your hand rubbed his back lovingly, lips kissing the corner of his brow as you took a seat in his lap. Stephen looked up, his eyes watering with tears but he wiped them away and pulled you closer to him.

“Forgive me.”

He held you for a while, ear pressed against your chest and listening to the calming sound of your heartbeat. He needed you, always, and nothing would tear you apart, he’d be sure of that. He wasn’t going to lose another person.

Stephen shifted, his head craning to gaze up at you. “I need you…”

His words made your heart flutter, and you blushed softly at his confession. He was always a forward man, never wasting anytime when it came to such intimate subjects, but no matter how many times he told you such things it always managed to make your insides stir in desire.

You hesitantly leaned down, stopping just before your lips touched. The electricity between your bodies was evident, and Stephen brushed his fingers down your dress, gripping the strings of your smock in his hand and pulling. They became undone, your smock slipping off your waist and to the floor, your dress beneath was dirty, riddled with dirt and god knows what else, yet he didn’t care. It just reminded him how much he needed you right now.

“Will you come with me? Back to England…when this is all over?”

Stephen spoke as he trailed his fingertips down your jawline, tickling across your throat and down to your collarbone. He leaned forward, kissing the tip of it, enjoying the way you sighed at his touch. He awaited your answer, not very invested in it, but still just wanting to hear the soothing sound of your voice. His lips slid across your shoulder, shoving the sleeves of your dress roughly down. He gave you an experimental nip, his cock twitching under his uniform when you cried out in pleasure.

“Y-Yes…yes, I will.”

One of your hands gripped his shoulder, the other tangling in his blond locks and pushing his hat off. He growled deep in his throat, his hands shoving your legs apart and pushing his thigh up hard. He delighted in the way you arched up, hips rolling down and begging him to continue. He began a soft rhythm with his leg, letting you ride his thigh until you were soaking beneath your panties. The lieutenant could feel the heat of your cunt, his length aching behind the confines of his pants as it desired to be inside of you. But, he could wait for that moment, for he had all night. He couldn’t sleep anyway, he might as well spend it pleasuring the only woman he grew to love.

He grasped your hips, shoving you down harder on his leg and whispering in your ear.

“You need to say it…say it for me…”

Deep in your mind you processed his words, and somewhere between all the foggy mess of pleasure and need you found your words.

“Daddy…S-Stephen…” You panted out his name, thighs quivering in bliss as you felt your orgasm approaching. The soldier let you cum, his tongue flicking across his lips as he watched your face contort in pleasure. You moaned out his name, head thrown back as waves of ecstasy ran down your body.

Stephen kissed your neck, licking across your throat and sucking down on your pulse as he lifted you up. He placed you on the small table in his tent, pulling back for a second to rip apart the buttons of your dress and expose your bare chest to him. He stared down at you, his eyes darkening when he watched your chest heave up and down.

“Beautiful…”

He grabbed his glass of whiskey, taking a huge swig of it. He never once took his eyes off you, his mind already conjuring up the many ways he was going to fuck you senseless tonight. But, for now, he could have fun. He wiped his arm across his mouth, breathing heavily as he tilted the glass over, watching intently as the drops of whiskey streamed down your neck and chest. He threw the glass off to the side, dipping his head down to eagerly lap and suck at your breasts where the alcohol had collected. You squirmed beneath him, moaning and whining for him to simultaneously stop and continue this torture. But, he didn’t listen, he kept licking a trail down your taut stomach, licking up the whiskey that pooled around your belly button.

He rested his forehead against your abdomen, trying to control the animalistic desires he felt. But, with you moaning his name like that it was growing harder and harder to stop himself.

“Tell me what you want.”

You glanced down at him, combing your fingers through his hair in a comforting manner.

“You know what I want, Daddy…what you want.”

He closed his eyes, collecting his mangled thoughts before he shook his head and kneeled down. He pushed your legs apart, not wasting anytime as he shoved his face between your wet folds. He immediately grunted into you, the very taste of your juices making him want to shove himself inside you. Stephen drew his tongue up your sex, eyes set on your face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. He shook his head, stimulating your swollen need with the vibrations.

“Stephen!”

You reached for his shoulders, wanting something to hold onto but he just grabbed your wrists, pushing your hands to the side and holding them there. He didn’t need you interfering, even if you were wildly sensitive and almost cried in utter delight at the pleasure he was giving you.

He only ever pulled away when he needed to breath, but he continued to hungrily eat you out. The lieutenant lapped up and down, kissing and nipping around your inner thighs every chance he got. He left love bites behind, marking his woman, so if he wasn’t to survive this war, something of him would be left behind. Even if it was just evidence of a passionate affair.

For what felt like the fifth time that night, you whimpered out a strangled version of his name. Your eyes were screwed shut, hair a mess on your head as you clawed into the wood of the table. He pulled away from your clit with a soft pop of his lips, watching as your sex twitched form your blissful high. He rose to his feet, boots thumping loudly into the ground as he shuffled around. He pulled his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists and flipping you over on the table so your backside was rising and exposed to him. He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his spit before bringing them down and pushing them inside your slick entrance. You were already so wet it was almost unnecessary, but the feeling of his fingers scissoring inside you was a welcomed pleasure.

“Daddy…daddy, please. I need you.”

Stephen took a breath, bringing his hand quickly down, smacking your ass and watching as a red, angry looking mark formed. He removed his fingers from inside you, settling himself at your entrance. He stroked himself a few times, closing his eyes as the endorphins began to build inside him. He nestled himself between your spread legs, pushing into you at a leisurely pace.

“Bloody-” He groaned out, one hand grabbing your bound wrists and the other resting against the smooth surface of the table. He tugged you back by the belt, shoving himself deep inside you and making you cry out in pleasure.

“Daddy!”

“Lieutenant…” Stephen growled out, wanting you to refer to him by his proper title. Which you so willingly did. His pace quickened with every word that left your pretty lips, hips working overtime as he tried to reach that point of high that made everything seem to fade.

Your body shivered under him, your mind a complete mess of heaven and hell as he fucked you. The sound of other soldiers walking passed his tent caught your ears, and something about that only ignited the fuel inside you. His cock rubbed against your sweet spot, making your head snap back as he continued to hit that perfect part of you.

“Lieutenant Wraysford!”

Stephen grunted loudly, hips now snapping forward, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the tent. He was close, and he waited until you were screaming out his name to finally let go and fill every single part of you.

Warmth spread between your legs, and you moaned out pathetically as his cock slipped from between you. Stephen fell forward, resting himself against your back that was slick with sweat.

“Don’t ever leave me…”

He whispered out, nuzzling into your neck for comfort. You tried catching your breath, angling your head back a bit to kiss his cheek.

“I never will, Stephen.”

*****

I hope you all enjoyed it!!! ❤️ I didn’t proofread because fuck that…

#stephen wraysford #birdsong #eddie redmayne #daddy stephen #Stephen wraysford x reader

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drdanwrites · 7 years ago

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Collab Fic Announcement

Hey everyone!

So @fantasticnewtimagines and I have decided to collaborate on a Stephen Wraysford fic!!

Introducing "Healing of a Solider"

We will be posting the first part this week! We will also notate who wrote what part. It's gonna be awesome and we are so excited to write this together!!! xxx

#fandom #fanfiction #fan #fan fiction recs #fan fiction writers #fan fic #fan fic rec #collab #fan fiction collab #eddie redmayne fanfic #eddie redmayne #stephenxwraysford #stephenxreader #stephen wraysford x reader #stephen wraysford

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drdanwrites · 7 years ago

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On Our Own: ***Stephen Wraysford x Pregnant Reader Request ***

Could you do one with Stephen and the reader is pregnant and she ends up going into labor and there isn't a doctor around.

I need to give @hiccuphaddockswife a big shout out. She is the first person to like my posts and re blog them. Every. Single. Time. She was one of the first people to request a story from me, and here it is, my ever patient friend. Thank you so much for your never wavering support. I hope you like this! :) xxx

The rain was loud against the glass window panes of your tiny village home. Your husband, Stephen Wraysford could be seen pacing back and forth on the phone frantically waving his arms, emotionally speaking into the receiver.

“I don’t care what the weather’s doing. My wife is in labor, I haven’t the faintest idea what to do and the midwife still hasn’t arrived.” He continued his pacing path meanwhile listening to your painful moans from the next room. His nerves started to get the best of him and he began to subconsciously take it out on his thumb nail, pressing it hard in between his teeth. He listened to the operator from the hospital and rolled his eyes. “Is that the best you can do?” There could be heard noisy chatter coming from the other end of the line. At the stranger’s unhelpful response, Stephen gave a half-hearted thanks and slammed the phone down on the hook.

All these months of planning couldn’t have prepared him for this. For what he was going to have to do. Slowly, Stephen made his way to your bedroom. He could hear your heated moans of pain as he walked through the door.

Labor was proving much worse than you could have ever imagined. When Stephen and you had found out that you would be expecting a little bundle, you both were pleasantly surprised. As the months flew by your shock turned to pure joy. Joy with every kick, every mention of possible names and the future life of your unborn baby. Stephen had taken a while to come to terms with the pregnancy, but you had noticed him being more protective over you and the ever growing bump.

As you heard him walk in at this moment, you could see the fear in his eyes.

“So?” You manage to say through a grunt of pain. Stephen looked over at you and gave you his best fake smile, but just as loving as any real one.

“Of course, darling. Of course everything is going to be fine. The midwife will be round just as soon as the storm clears. In the meantime, I’m here for both of you.”

You continue to pace the room as the next contraction threatened to come in slowly. Building like a roaring ocean wave before it erupts throughout your body. Crashing through every nerve and you lean forward and let out a crying wail. Stephen quickly rushes towards you and braces you in his arms as you squeeze him tightly. Relaxing and letting him go only when the pain lets you move once more. Finally you can think.

“We’re on our own, I suppose.” Stephen kisses your forehead and chuckles.

“It’s better that way don’t you think?” He flashes you a caring look as he holds you closer. Your arms climb up his side and you look into his eyes, trying to make sense before your brain is taken over by another contraction.

“I need a distraction, please.” He looks quickly around the room. The first thing his eyes land on is the phonograph. He holds you by the sides of your arms and moves you so that you can brace yourself on the edge of the bed and leaves you to place a record on the table. Placing the needle down, slowly the echoes of crackling can be heard. A melody begins to slightly float through the air to your ears. The rain’s patter on the windows creates a syncopated beat against the music playing. Stephen looks back at you, beaming with pride. This wasn’t so difficult, he thought as he began to rhythmically walk over to you and took you gracefully in his arms. The pair of you began to sway back and forth and for a second you had forgotten about the pain and the child who was about to make their entrance. You were just Mrs. Wraysford, dancing with your thoughtful and wonderful husband. He smiles down at you in that thought and gives you a very careful twirl.

“Who would have thought, years later we would be dancing to this song once more, married and having a baby.”

“Quite literally.” You both laugh at the joke.

Who would have thought that two strangers who had ended up at a wedding alone would have turned out like this? The last time they had danced to this song, you were unknown to each other. Dancing to it now held another special meaning. It had been the start of your journey together and now it would mean the beginnings of your family.

Another contraction hits you without warning, harder and longer than the time before. It forces you to lurch forward over Stephen’s arm and he catches you and holds you close as you ride the devilish wave. You breath deeply trying desperately to gain some control. Tears welling in the corners of your eyes. Then suddenly a new feeling, something you had not felt yet. You turned and looked up at Stephen.

“I need to push.” These words proved to scare Stephen worse than any German gunshot or any tunnel duty from his war past. His face froze and went almost white, though he quickly composed himself and tried to hold onto you and you began to slowly drop to the floor.

“Push? Already? Are you sure? The rain seems to be letting up darling, do you think you could hold on just a few more hours” You could have laughed in his face. What part of this were you in control of?

“Stephen, this darling baby has decided they would like to grace us with their presence now. With or without any midwife.” As your bottom reached the floor you new things were going to go much faster now. “Best to get me to the bathroom now, love.”

Without hesitating for a second, Stephen collected you in his arms and began to quickly walk you into the bathroom that sat next to your room. As he entered he saw the bathtub and instantly decided that it would make the best place for you. The tub rang out as he places you carefully into the middle of the tub. You both maneuver your body into position quickly and Stephen could see the evidence that this was it and it was time.

“Alright, my love, you are doing a fantastic job, I just need you to listen to me and concentrate on my voice.” Sweat dripped from every pore on your face and you did your best to wipe it from your eyes. Bracing yourself for an intense couple of minutes, you wrapped each foot around the end of either side of the tub. “Concentrate. I want you to focus on me. Don’t think about the pain. Think of all the love we are going to give this child. Think of those sweet eyes opening for the first time and seeing us, it’s parents for the first time.” Stephen was getting emotional himself as he witnessed the wonders of labor like a fly on the wall. With every word he said you listened and set your mind to his images. You knew each push would bring you closer and closer to this baby who was already so loved by its parents. Loved by parents who, in turn, were so in love with each other.

The storm outside had eventually dissolved and the midwife had found you both in the bathroom, Stephen holding your towel-wrapped baby in his arms. She spared now time inspecting you and the baby, giving Stephen a well done for handling all the chaos. She had sent you both to bed while she cleaned and tidied. The baby lay against Stephen’s bare chest, a swaddling cloth covering his body. His wrinkly old man face was mushed against Stephen’s skin and his little hand lay inches from his mouth and it was a sight you would never forget. A memory that was trapped in your mind, just like the dance you shared with Stephen for the first time.

“Thank you.” You both said simultaneously.

“For what?” You look puzzled at him.

“For helping me create such a stunning young lad.”

“Well, thank you for being an amazing partner, I couldn’t have done this without you.” Stephen lets his fingers daintily glide up and down the baby’s back.

“We just make an brilliant team.” He said opening his arm to allow you to cuddle into his side.

Stephen let the warmth of the room fill him as he let his wife and new son warm his heart. The two of you asleep next to him was the greatest gift life had ever afforded him.

I’m sorry if that was really short :S I didn’t want to over do it. It makes me miss my son as a newborn, he’ll be 2 in November! :’(

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