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lexisecretaccx · 4 months

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A+ Student Pt.4

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(Fem reader, bit of angst.. ish? suggestive, dramaa , got a lot to catch up on so this is a pretty long part😚 you guys deserve it tho, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

(Quick little note: hey guys I haven’t written in a while so I may be a bit rusty but I hope it’s ok)

“How’d you get here so early?” Lizzy walks up to me, I’m sat on the bench where Chris’ stuff was previously. “Oh I.. I came in here at break to get ready before everyone.. I feel insecure for anyone to see me getting dressed.” I lie through my teeth, less than half hour ago the exact person who is teaching us this gym class was balls deep inside of me.

“You are stunning y/n,” Liz chuckles “no need to be insecure but okay.” She side hugs me gently. As the class fills up Chris walks through the door from the cupboard, the exact one we were.. you know. His eyes dart to mine and I awkwardly smile. “Okay girls, we have an important choice to make..” he starts to speak.

“You have a choice between what you wanna do in gym class, basketball with me or soccer with Ms Jones.” He clears his throat, “so uh.. stand on this side of the room if you wanna do basketball, and that side for soccer.” He points and shrugs. I stand up and follow Lizzy, she starts to walk to the Soccer side and I pause.

“Y/n? You love soccer right? Come on.” She smiles, “I’d rather.. step outside my comfort zone, you know.. push myself to try something new.” I smile enthusiastically, but the truth is I just wanna see Chris more. “Oh okay! I’m good at basketball I’ll do it with you.” She walks back over to me.

There’s about 8 girls on the basketball side and the rest are standing for soccer. I guess they’d rather have a female teacher, I would too if my teacher wasn’t so hot, but it’s pretty bare I don’t know how we’d do with 4v4 in basketball. “You won’t like this..” Chris talks to the class, interrupting my thoughts. “We have to mix the female and male classes,” complaints fill the gym.

“I know, I know you guys don’t like it but, because of the work being done on the boys gym, the boys need to come into here. Temporarily, and then the class can go back to normal and we won’t have to split it.. okay?” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. All of a sudden, the boys pile into the gym.

Chris explains what either options are and all the boys start to pick a side. It’s fairly equal in the end, either side having a good amount of us but I start to feel anxious at the difference in how many girls are doing basketball compared to soccer. There’s a good 20 boys on this side.

The other group goes to the soccer field and we stay put. I get budged by a boy, he’s gotta be at least 6ft. “Ouch.” I mutter, he turns around to face me and I realise just how tall he is, the height difference is too different I don’t like it. “You alright? Sorry my friends push eachother around.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“I’m okay thanks.” I go to turn away and his hand places on the side of my arm, I tilt my head in confusion. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around.” He smiles, his brown eyes looking down at me. “I’m y/n, I tend to keep to myself.” I shrug. “I’m Mason.” He looks me up and down, “how tall are you?” He laughs lightly.

“I’m 5ft 3.. why?” I smile nervously. “I’m just worried how you’d do with a bunch of 6ft something boys playing basketball. You’re the shortest here.” He laughs. I hold back a smile, “I’ll be good. Bye Mason.” I rolls my eyes and I feel his gaze burning into me as I walk to Lizzy. “Flirting much?” She smirks, “no.. he’s not my type.” I shrug.

“Hmm sure.” She laughs slightly, I look over and see Chris looking at me, he turns his head to face the boys putting up the basketball hoops. I smile to myself, “ohh.” She whispers, drawing my attention to her, “hm?” She grins, “you like the teacher? I thought you liked Professor Sturniolo?” I shrug and sigh.

“Right let’s get into teams, we need two captains to pick the people for their team..” Chris spoke, “what about you Mason?” He scans the room, “no girls wanna be captain? Okay then Will you can be the other.” He smiles. His perfect smile.. perfect teeth. “Y/n.” Mason says my name and I look up to him, “what?” I awkwardly look around, “I want you on my team.” He looks down at me.

I look around, I’m the second person he’s picked.. why me? I know nothing about basketball and I’m not even his friend. “Oh.. okay.” I walk over to him. I see Chris glaring in the corner of my eye.

The teams get picked, Mason picked Lizzy because she’s my best friend, Which is nice I guess. They start to play, I don’t know much on basketball and I freeze when 5 boys rush past me to get the ball. “You okay?” Lizzy calls to me, she’s lucky she’s a tall girl. 5’9, she can keep up with them but I look like a lost puppy.

“No.” I say back to her and she chuckles before pointing next to me frantically, I turn and a basketball comes plowing into my face. I freeze again, not wanting to embarrass myself by crying but that fucking hurt like a motherfucker. I feel tears build in my eyes and Chris runs over to me, “hey you good?” He speaks softly and calmly, hands on my shoulders.

“I..” I go to answer but I just start crying. Without thinking he pulls me into his chest and hugs me. The sounds of feet scuffing on the ground stops, “you’re okay, just a scratch.” He smiles as I pull away from the hug and he turns my face, holding my cheek and observing the scratch. It feels like nobody’s here, it’s just us. Until..

“Everything good in here?” Its.. Matts voice? Chris’ hands drop off of me and all the other people are watching me. I feel nervous as Matt walks up to us, “I don’t have a class, thought I’d watch my brother teaching.” He spoke falsely as his eyes meet mine. “She ok?” He’s talking as if I’m not there. “Uh yeah.. gonna need to clean the scratch though.” Chris awkwardly chuckles.

“I can take her to clean it? Maybe she can explain how she walked out my class earlier.” He smiles, and a few ooos come from people around me. “Uh yeah okay.” Chris says, but I know deep down he doesn’t want me alone with Matt.

“Come on.” Matt motions me to walk with him. “Distracted in class?” He spoke up, breaking the short silence. “Uh no. I wasn’t looking and it came out of nowhere.” I shrug. “At least Chris was there to give you a little comfort hm?” He spoke harshly and sarcastically. I just hum in response.

“Where’d you go when you stormed out of class?” He turns into the janitors closet, where the med kits are kept and I follow. “To the bathroom.” I lie, “don’t lie to me y/n.” He sits me down on a stool and grabs a med kit off the shelf. “I’m not..” he cuts me off by shushing me. “You went to gym class didn’t you? Wanted to practice? I bet you weren’t practicing basketball were you?” He hisses as he leans down with an alcohol wipe in his hand.

“I.. what do you” I breathe in sharply as he pushes the wipe on my face without warning, the stinging causing my eyes to water. “Ow.” I look up at him, blue eyes burning into mine. “You think I didn’t try to find you after you didn’t come back? I did.” He seems hurt.. does he know? He grips my chin and turns my head to get better access to the scratch which is bleeding lightly.

“What do you mean?” I speak innocently and he groans. “You’re a slut.” He smirks, “fucking slut.” He stands up and bins the wipe. “A slut? What do..” he cuts me off, “stop asking me what I mean y/n. You know exactly what I’m saying, you and Chris were.. practicing in the gym closet hm?” He sighs. My face goes red.

“I didn’t.. you were flirting with that new girl, I just..” I also sigh, he scoffs, “flirting? Don’t turn this on me, I wouldn’t have done anything with her but you? You brought it upon yourself to..” he grumbles as his eyebrows knit together, “well if you don’t want anything with me why should it matter? You said it yourself, you don’t wanna lose your job.” I smirk.

“I thought you wanted me y/n.. me.” His voice cracks slightly but he collects himself and leans against a shelf. “I’m a college student Matt, I’m gonna fuck as many people as I want and can, don’t take it personal.” I laugh. “You don’t get it y/n..” “no you don’t get it Matt.. I wanted you, so badly, I still do but Chris? He hasn’t treated me like shit.” I lean my head back.

“I’m sorry y/n. I just love my job I don’t wanna lose it.” He whispers, “you’ve made that clear professor Sturniolo. Thanks for helping with this scratch.” I get up and walk out the closet. He follows after me. I’m being dramatic I know, I’m making this about me, it’s his job and he loves it I shouldn’t try to get it the way but.. “Maybe I could show you that I do care?” He whispers as he catches up with me. “What do you..” I look at his face, his pupils have dilated and he’s smirking.

“Oh..” I turn to him, “what changed your mind?” I chuckle lightly, “I imagined Chris’ face when I tell him I fucked you better than he did.” He whispers his face full of lust, I fight my instincts to kiss him, because of cameras. “you really shouldn’t be so competitive.” I smile as I continue to walk. “Where can we go?” He mumbles.

“I’m not doing it with you right now, I’m still worn out from.. basketball?” I lie even though Matt knows what I mean, there’s a janitor at the end of the corridor. “Oh okay.” He fake pouts as I turn into the gym, “I’ll text you.” I smile before we part ways.

As I enter the gym, Chris walks up to me. “All good now?” He asks, tilting his head. “Yeah.” I smile lightly before I walk up to Lizzy, “you seem happy?” She laughs, “yep all good.” I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder and they turn me around. Mason, I forgot about him. “I’m so sorry, on behalf on James. Your cheek okay?” His hand hovers over the fading scratch.

I pull away from him, “yeah it’s okay thanks, maybe get James to apologise to me himself instead of you.” I look over at James, who waves awkwardly. “Copy that.” Mason spoke, stifling a chuckle. “Why are you laughing?” I ask, “Im sorry it’s just.. don’t worry.” He pats my shoulder and walks away.

Lizzy goes to say something but I stop her, “don’t. I’m not into him.” She laughs, “he’s into you though, why aren’t you into him? He’s tall, brunette, brown eyes, strong.. he’s the whole package.” I huff, ��if he’s so amazing why don’t you ask him out?” I speak impatiently. “Because I’m.. I’m uh not into tall people.” She chuckles awkwardly.

“There.. you aren’t into his height and I’m not into his.. everything.” I smile softly.

Class ends and we sit in the gym, “wanna skip Math?” Lizzy speaks up, budging my arm to get my attention. “Where would we go?” I ask curiously, “the bathrooms? We can make a fake out of order sign and chill in there.” I laugh and grab her face, “Lizzy you genius!” I bring our faces close before letting go.

She clears her throat, “they don’t even use out of order signs anymore, they write it on paper it’s easy to copy.” She smiles at me and I quickly pull out my notebook, I hand her the notebook and a pen and she scribbles down “out of order.” She grabs tape out of her bag and sticks it on the top.

We run to the bathroom and stick the note on a door and sit in the cubicle. She sits on the toilet seat and I’m on the top of the toilet, where the flush is. My legs are either side of her and I accidentally kick her. “Sorry.” I whisper.

We hear someone enter the door and they start talking, “I’m telling you, I would climb him like a tree, have you seen his tattoos?” It’s the new girl, Kelly. “Not my type Kel.” Some girl speaks back, “yeah you love stuffing yourself full of bbc don’t you.” Kelly laughs loudly, “don’t say it like that, but.. basically yeah.” They start to giggle.

“Also how can you have a crush on a teacher? That’s like weird.” The other girl spoke, me and Lizzy are staying silent. “Yeah I wouldn’t do anything with him, I wish I could but maybe I’ll hit him up once we’re out of college.” She laughs, and they leave the bathroom.

She was talking about Matt.

A/n: ooooo, drama. Sorry for the long break, my posting is gonna be pretty messed up because your girl has appointments😚 but anyways.. y’all know I love to add to the plot so we’re plotting super hard rn, I need to feed y’all, ur basically my children fr<3 anyways I’ll stop yapping but dw you may get some Matt smut soon? Whattttt🙈 Also who tf is Mason bro💀 bros obsessed.

Anyway hope it was ok, I haven’t written in ages.

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pretty-blkgirl · 4 months

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hii ~

may you do another seungmin x black reader. maybe the reader is wearing puffballs and seungmin is obsessed with the hairstyle on the reader and just stares at her curly/coily hair in awe! it's all up to you, i just love your writing! ok bye ~

You Look Pretty

//black!fem reader x Seungmin//

Synopsis: Your fiancé takes a liking to your hairstyle

Genre: fluff, a little suggestive towards the end

Warnings: reader is fem

A/N: Thank you @bbyseung for the request ❤️❤️ The above picture is the reader’s hairstyle and the way Seungmin looks at her 🤭

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You know that nagging feeling you feel when someone is staring at you? The sensation of eyes in the back of your head, making you squirm in uncomfortableness?

That’s what’s happening right now, and the culprit is shameless in the way he doesn’t take his eyes off you even when you turn around to stare right back at him.

“Seungmin” You groan, snapping in his face. He blinks every time you snap, so you know he hears the annoying noise.

Still, he keeps staring right above your eyes, a silly grin appearing on his face.

“Can you please stop looking at me like that?”

“You look so pretty,” He says suddenly

Your heart swells at the unexpected compliment and your annoyance starts to lessen, “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it”

He finally looks you in the eyes, his grin getting bigger by the second.

“Your outfit looks cute too. Are you sure you have to go out?”

You fail to hide your amusement as your puppy-like fiancé follows you to the bathroom. You touch up your makeup in the mirror as he watches in pure awe.

“Yes, I can’t miss my best friend’s bachelorette party”

He sulks, “But you look too good. What if someone hits on you?”

You hold up your left hand, flashing the multi-carat engagement ring he put on your finger a couple of months ago

“Then I’ll show them this, and tell them I’m with the most amazing guy in the world”

You give him a small kiss on his lips, leaving sparkly lip gloss residue on his lips.

“There must be a theme to the party,” He says, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck

“Yep, that’s why I did my hair like this. It’s 70’s themed”

“You look really nice like this. You should do that style more often”

You smile and look back in the mirror, admiring your cute puffballs. He was right, you did look really good when your hair was in some kind of puff, and it’s obvious he had a favorite style on you.

“Oh yeah? Are you saying I look bad any other time?” You tease

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully, “You look great all the time, but I like this style for some reason. Kinda makes your eyes pop”

He moves out of the way and allows you to leave the bathroom, trailing behind you after a while

“Hmm, I’ll consider doing this more often then”

You reach the bedroom and grab your purse, throwing a few little items in there while Seungmin watches you in adoration.

You catch him staring again, making sure to laugh at his antics, “You like my outfit as much as my hair?”

He pretends to think for a while, then looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I rather you took the clothes off if I'm being honest”

He laughs loudly as you scold him for being nasty.

“Excuse me for wanting to see my fiancé naked” He chuckles as you two leave the bedroom

“Maybe you’ll get to see it when I get home” You shrug, turning to give him one last kiss before opening the front door

“Get back home soon then” He winks before you leave the house.

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themultifandomgal · 6 months

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Hi love, can i request one for peaky blinders? Where y/n is in school with Finn and he knows she’s struggling at home so he asks Tommy and the others if they can get her a job or something to help her out. So maybe she gets to clean at the Garrisons and/or maybe watch John’s kids. One night when he gets home late she stays and help him clean up and maybe something happens. Then he says he doesn’t need any help with the kids anymore. Cause he feels bad dragging her in to that life and taking care of his kids and all. But everytime they meet they can’t keep away from eachother.. they end up together maybe Tommy speaks some sense into John or have a talk with y/ns parents to let her marry John? You can do with this idea what you like? I would love to read it!

John Shelby- Can’t Stay Away

Hey! So I changed it a little because of the ages hope that ok so instead of being in school with Finn YN went to school with John and they stayed good friends.

John and I have been friend since we were 4 years old when we started school. My home life wasn’t always great, my father was an alcoholic and my mother was abusive. Mrs Shelby ended up most evening cooking me meals, making sure I had clean clothes. When she passed away it broke all of us.

After wanting to leave my home, Polly gave me a place to live, but finding a job was very hard so I ended up marrying a man who I didn’t love, but he passed away during the war. Tommy got me a job at the Garrison and after Martha passed away I started helping John look after his kids, which caused me to start catching feelings for him. I’ve been doing this now nearly every other day, picking the kids up from school.

Today was no different. I just put them all to bed when John finally comes home

“Hey” I smile at him “have you eaten anything? There’s left overs….”

“I’m getting married” he blurts out making me stop walking towards the kitchen. I turn around with a frown on my face, my heart feels like it’s been crushed into thousands of tiny pieces

“Oh” is all I can say

“It’s errr Lizzie. Lizzie Stark”

“What?” Lizzie? The woman who’s slept with all of the Shelby brothers, well all except Finn as he’s like 12

“Yeah so errr I don’t need to to help out anymore”

“Oh. Ok erm well I’ll erm see you round then” not really knowing what to say I give John a small smile “congratulations John. I hope she makes you happy” I quickly grab my coat and leave Johns house before he can see that my eyes are starting to tear up.

Over the next few days YN tries her best to stay away from John, but she just can’t. Not only is that her best friend but she loves him. Tommy being so wise knows how YN feels, but he also knows John also has feelings for his best friend. He’s just being stubborn.

Tommy and his brothers are sat in the snug at the Garrison nursing a whiskey

“She’s gonna change”

“She’s not. I offered her money and she took it”

“Fuck!” John yells running his hands over his face

“But ya know who wouldn’t take the money… YN”

“Tom…”

“Tommys right John. That girl loves you. She has from the day you met”

“But she got married” John frowns at his Aunt who rolls her eyes

“Men… she married because you got married”

“But…”

“Yes you did the right thing, but did you love Martha?”

“Of course I did”

“Like the way you love YN?” Tommy ask

“I….”

“Your a fool if you marry Lizzie” Arthur comments downing his whiskey. Just then there’s a knock on the door and YN walks in

“Hey I’m just about to go, but is there anything else you want before I leave?” YN asks looking around, mainly looking at John

“No thank you love. We’ll see you tomorrow” Polly smiles. YN nods her head and says bye to everyone before walking out. Tommy looks at John who’s staring at the door of the snug. Tommy then looks at the door then back at John

“Bloody hell, go after her!” John quickly gets up and leaves the room as quick as he can. Tommy downs his whiskey “thank fuck for that”.

John runs down the street shouting YN’s name. YN stops and turns round confused to why John is runnin after her. Had she forgotten something?

“John?” but before anything else could be said Johns lips are immediately on YN’s. YN pulls back still feeling confused “why did you do that?”

“Because I’ve finally had some sense knocked into me. I love you YN. I can’t stay away from you. It’s you I want to marry, to help look after my kids and maybe even had kids with… that’s if you’ll let me?”

“What about Lizzie?” YN asks

“I’ll break it off with her, I promise, but…” John then gets down on one knee “will you marry me?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear. Of course I will” with that John gets up and spins YN round, kissing her lips. Little did the couple know that Tommy had also left the Garrison hoping to catch a glimpse of the two. He won’t ever tell anyone, but he did smile when he saw his brother and YN happy in each other’s arms finally.

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ilikebookssomuch · 1 month

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adkjsfhreiegxjperfe i wrote a Sophie x Biana oneshot it's so cuuutteeee I hope you guys like it! (please reblog, it helps me a lot)

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The continuous noise of Sophie’s ringing Imparter woke her. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she picked up the gadget to see who was calling at –she checked the time– 3:26 am. It was Biana.

“Hey, Biana, what’s up?” Sophie asked groggily.

When Biana spoke, she sounded unnaturally quiet. Almost…nervous? “Can I come over?” she whispered.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll let Sandor know.”

“Great. I’m on the way,” Biana said, hanging up.

Sophie walked to the door, and sure enough, her goblin bodyguard was standing just outside of her door.

“Sophie, what are you doing up?” He asked, his hand going to the hilt of the sword he carried everywhere. “Is there a threat? Is it the Neverseen?”

Sophie laughed at the thought of Biana being a threat. “No, no. It’s just Biana. She said she needed to talk and asked to come over.”

Sandor relaxed. “Very well. Just don’t be too loud, you wouldn’t want to wake your parents.”

“You got it,” she said, continuing down the sweeping staircase. Biana was waiting at the front door, looking out into the pastures.

Sophie opened the ornate doors, noticing Biana’s rumpled pajamas and the bags under her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s talk about it upstairs.”

When they were settled on Sophie's bed, Sophie asked again, “Are you ok? You seem really stressed. We haven’t talked in a few days. . . .” she let her voice trail off.

“Yeah, no. I’m fine. Just. . . I’ve been thinking about me lately. You know how I had a crush on Keefe for a few years? And that other guy from PE?”

“Yeah,” Sophie said, getting slightly worried about where this was headed.

“Well, um, lately I’ve been thinking that maybe. . . I like girls too. And guys. And anyone in between.” Biana said, looking away and twirling the panic switch ring.

“Oh!” This was not what Sophie had been expecting. “Sure, yeah. Go on.”

“Really? I thought you’d be more, I don’t know, freaked out? It’s definitely not ‘normal’ for anyone to like other genders.”

“Well, I grew up in the human world. Being part of the LGBTQ+ community is fairly common there.”

“Are you sure?” Biana looked skeptical.

“I read an article once that said that one in every five adults are queer. That seems pretty accurate.”

“Oh. So, do you know what the word for liking guys and girls is?”

“Um. . .” Sophie searched her photographic memory, finally finding the words she had read in the article three years ago. “I think the word is pansexual. It means that you’re attracted to people regardless of their gender.”

“Huh. Pansexual,” Biana said, testing out the word. “That feels right. I know my brother has seen rainbow flags in his visits to the Forbidden Cities. Is there one for being pansexual?”

“I think so.” Sophie got up and rummaged through her desk drawers, snatching one of her empty notebooks and a few colored pencils. She sketched out a rectangle with three sections and then colored them. Blue, yellow, then pink.

She brought the paper to Biana, pointing out the drawing in the corner. “It’s this.”

“Well, you know I do love anything with pink,” Biana said, letting out a small laugh. Sophie joined in, and soon Sandor knocked on the door and told them to quiet down.

“Well,” Biana said after a few more minutes of hushed giggling, “thank you for listening.”

“Of course! I’m here for you.” Sophie said, leaning over to give Biana a hug,

When they pulled apart, Biana asked, “Is it okay if I keep this?” She was holding up the paper with the flag.

“Yeah, go ahead. It’s all yours.”

“Thanks, Sophie. I really needed to talk to someone about this. Oh, and could you… not tell my family? I’m not ready for them to know this yet.”

“Absolutely. My lips are sealed.”

Biana smiled and raised her home crystal, whispering, “Bye,” as the light carried her away.

When Sophie woke up, the sun was high in the sky and Iggy was awake, flapping around his cage. Sophie scrambled to get dressed and feed him, then she headed downstairs.

“Afternoon, sleepyhead!” Grady called from the living room. Edaline was sitting on the enormous couch reading a book.

“Hey, guys. Can we go to Atlantis today?”

“Sure, but first you need to eat some breakfast. Or lunch. Whichever you prefer,” Grady added from his armchair.

“I will,” Sophie promised.

“Why do you want to go to Atlantis?” Edaline asked, setting her book down beside her.

“I want to buy a charm for Biana. She said she’s been feeling off lately, so I wanted to do something nice.”

“Well, that’s very sweet. We can definitely go today,” Edaline said, making her sappy my-little-girl-is-so-cute face.

“Thanks!” Sophie said, halfway through a ripplefluff pastry. When she was finished eating, she raced upstairs and brushed her teeth. She even managed to brush her hair and pull it back into a sleek ponytail, thanks to Vertina.

Sophie dug through her closet, searching for a reasonable cape to wear in public. She finally found a red knee-long cape and clasped it around her neck, admiring the Ruewen crest for a moment before going upstairs to the Leapmaster.

Grady and Edaline were already there waiting for her, and together they called “Atlantis!” to the glimmering crystal gadget.

When they finally arrived at the jewelry shop, her parents said they had other shopping to do, so Sophie was on her own. She approached the desk, asking the clerk if they could customize Sophie’s present to Biana. The clerk was very friendly, and he agreed. Within twenty minutes, Sophie had the perfect gift for her friend. Is “friend” the word you really want to use? Her brain whispered. She pushed the thought away.

Sophie had to catch up on cognate training with Fitz that day as well, so when she showed up at Everglen in the evening, she could give Biana her present.

Perfect.

When the massive golden gates of Everglan came into view, Sophie saw Biana waiting outside.

“Hi!” Sophie said as the gates opened. “What are you doing?”

“Just waiting for you. I wanted to tell you something else.”

Okay, but before you tell me, can I show you something?” Sophie asked, reaching into her bag to find the box.

“Sure.”

“I got you a present! Open it, open it!” Sophie was excited to see Biana’s reaction.

Biana gasped as she pulled the wrapping off of the charm bracelet. “Oh my gosh, Sophie! I love it! Thank you so much!” The charm Sophie had gotten was a unicorn with the colors of the pansexual flag. It had a blue body, with a yellow mane and a pink tail. The horn was striped yellow, blue, and pink.

“You’re welcome,” Sophie said, blushing.

“Oh! Right, I need to tell you something. Last night I said I liked girls and guys, but I never specified who.”

“No, you didn’t. . . .”

“So, the girl in question was… you.”

“Me?” Sophie was speechless. Biana had a crush on her?

“Yeah. I get it if you don’t feel the same way about me, but I just wanted you to know,” Bina said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“No, Biana, I… do like you. Like, like you.”

“Really?”

Sophie nodded.

“Well then. That leaves one thing left to do.” And with that, Biana leaned up and kissed her. Sophie threaded her fingers through her hair, laughing when they pulled apart for air.

“So. . . would you like to be my girlfriend?” Biana asked, her face red from blushing.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sophie responded, quickly kissing Biana again. Together, they walked into the sunset, holding hands.

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canirove · 9 months

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 23

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"But are you sure?"

"100%."

"Ok, that's… that's… I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess" June said with a nervous laugh.

"You've earned it. This is your hard work paying off" her manager replied.

"Thank you."

"Now go tell the girls. I'm sure you are looking forward to it."

"I am, yes. And again, thank you very much" June smiled before leaving the office, jumping through the corridor and trying not to scream.

"Ouch, careful!" someone said after bumping into her.

"Mason! Hi, sorry."

"Are you ok? Why are you grinning like that?"

"I got the best news ever, Mase. The best!"

"Can you share them?"

"Of course! Next Sunday I'm gonna be on the bench. I've been called up again!"

"Oh my God, June. That's amazing!" he said, hugging her and lifting her in the air. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, Mason. It means a lot coming from you keeping in mind that you hate me and all that" she said once her feet were on the floor again.

"I don't hate you, June."

"But you said…"

"That I hated you, yes. Past tense. I don't anymore."

"Oh, that's… umm… thank you?"

"You're welcome" Mason laughed. "Have you told anyone? About being back, I mean."

"I haven't had time, they just literally told me. You are the first person who knows."

"Then you probably are dying to tell the girls. And Ben too."

"Lauren and Vittoria will want to throw a party" she laughed. "And they actually might. We are going out tonight with Reece and some of the boys, do you want to come too?"

"I…" Mason said, scratching the back of his head.

"Urgh, I'm sorry. It's too soon, isn't it? You just said you don't hate me anymore, but that doesn't mean that you like me or that we can be friends or…"

"No, no, it's fine, June. I mean, maybe it is too soon to be friends, but we can definitely be friendly."

"Oh, ok. Good."

"And I would love to join you tonight and celebrate that you are back, but I can't. I have date."

"Wait, with a girl?"

"Yes, with a girl" Mason chuckled.

"That's great!"

"Yeah" he said. "We've already gone out a few times and it's been nice."

"I'm really happy for you, Mason. Hope this works out."

"Me too. I think I like her" he said with a shy smile. "Anyway, did they tell you if you will be playing this weekend?"

"No, the gaffer didn't say anything. But I guess that if things go well I will get to play a few minutes."

"Then if I'm not busy I will be there watching you. And then we can have a drink at the party that I'm sure the girls will throw you."

"Perfect" June smiled. "I should probably go and tell them."

"Yes, you should" he smiled back. "And promise that you will be careful when you tell Chilly. Don't scare him."

"That was you, not me."

"But you are the one that makes his heart beat faster than it ever has" he smirked.

"I…"

"Aww, look at the colour of your cheeks" he teased her.

"Shut up, Mount!" she said, hitting his arm.

"I deserved that" Mason laughed. "And you deserve this call up, June. Congratulations" he said before giving her a quick hug.

"Thank you" she replied.

"Now go tell the girls."

"Yes, of course. See you around?"

"We'll probably cross paths on the corridors again, yes" he smiled. "Bye, June."

"Bye" she smiled back before running towards the changing room, the screams after she shared the news with her teammates probably being heard from outside the building.

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"Chilly, relax."

"I am relaxed, Mase."

"No, you are not" he laughed. "Look at the way your leg is shaking."

"I'm sorry, ok? If we don't make it…"

"We will. Besides, she probably won't play until the second half."

"I know. But I want her to see me… Us in the stands before she goes in."

"Let's hope you being there doesn't make her more nervous. Us. Us being there" Mason smirked.

"Urgh, shut up and drive. Looks like they are finally moving" Ben said.

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"There are so many people…"

"It's a Chelsea-Arsenal" June said.

"And you are playing again. I'm sure many have come just to see you" Lauren smiled. "Are you nervous?"

"I'm shitting myself."

"You'll forget about everything the moment you are out there, you'll see. Shall we?"

"Yes" she said, taking a deep breath and following her teammates that would not be starting the game that day, Lauren among them since she had been sick.

"So good to see you back, June." "We've missed you" some of the Arsenal girls said.

"Maxwell!" someone called from the end of the tunnel.

"Williamson!" she laughed.

"Come here" Leah said, giving her a hug. "I can't wait to kick your ass in the second half."

"We'll see" she replied, all the cameras pointing at them.

"Can we exchange shirts at the end of the game or are you keeping this one?"

"Of course we can. I don't have yours from this season."

"Then it's done. See you later, Maxwell."

"Bye, Williamson" June said, giving her one last hug before stepping out into the pitch, the crowd going crazy when they saw her.

"I think they've missed you a bit" Lauren laughed.

"Yeah" she smiled.

"Maxwell!" a familiar voice called from the stands. Reece.

"He's never worn my shirt before!" Lauren said when he turned around and showed them the number on his back. Though June wasn't paying too much attention to what he was doing. Her eyes were focused on the people walking down the stairs. On Mason and Ben. Or mostly Ben, who was wearing the beanie she had made for him. The moment he looked up and their eyes met, June felt her heart skip a beat. And when he smiled at her, she heard herself giggling and smiling. But her smile wasn't as perfect and charming as his. Hers definitely was the stupidest smile ever.

"Finally!" Reece said when he saw Ben and Mason. "Where were you?"

"Traffic" Mason sighed. "But we made it on time for June to see us. Or to see Chilly" he laughed.

"Bro, you can't keep telling us you are just friends."

"What?" Ben said as he sat down, June doing the same on the bench.

"You and Maxwell. I don't smile at my friends like that."

"Why are you wearing her shirt?"

"Jealous?" Reece said, raising his eyebrows up and down.

"Whatever" Ben replied, focusing on the pitch. Though he had to admit that he was a little jealous. He wished he could also wear June's shirt and support her as she deserved.

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Worst Fear

Summary: Your worst fear comes true public speaking. But no need to worry Eddie is here to save the day.

Trope: Eddie x introvert!girlfriend

A/N: These is for all of my girlies you needed an Eddie back in school

Warnings: Use of Y/N, cussing, being picked on, kissing, Eddie being the best boyfriend, bad family dynamic.

Word count: 1.2k

You woke up with a bubbly stomach. Oh no, today you must present in class in front of the students. Your worst fear, public speaking. You got ready while reading your project in the hope of remembering some part of it, so you don’t look at the paper a lot. You always get docked points for not having eye contact, it was hard because every time you looked into someone's eyes you stuttered. God your stuttering problem was the worst it has gotten better over the years but still bad. When you were little, you used to stutter out every other word, now after many speech therapists, you only stutter when you are overly excited about something, say something too fast, or are nervous, in your books this was progress. You eat breakfast quietly as normal your brother was talkative enough for the both of you, he was the star of the family he was the “perfect” one because he plays sports and was outgoing. Your shyness definitely was your family’s fault, they overlooked you and talked over you. You never felt important till you met Eddie. He made you feel like the only girl in the world. When he talked with you, he talked at you he listens, gave feedback, those beautiful brown eyes hangs on to every word. Whenever you got excited and stuttered your family would shut you down and tell you Relax or just talk normal but Eddie watched you with love in his eyes he would let you finish then talk he was everything you could ask for. Beep Beep music to your ears Eddies horn, your brother rolled his eyes because he was in the middle of his story that he told 1000 times, but your family hung on to every word. “Bye” you mumbled your parents just waved you off. This was going to be a long day.

Eddie knew that it was going to be a bad day for you. You have been stressing out all month, today you had to present a project. You hate public speaking; your shyness gets the best of you and the students of Hawkins high are the worst, they laugh and make fun of every mistake you make. But not today Eddie wasn’t going to let that happen. He saw you come out with fear in your eyes it had already started. “Hi my princess how was your sleep ”he cooed in hopes to keep you out of your head, but you were too far gone. “Hey” you mumbled as you stared off in space lips moving but no words coming out you were reciting your speech. He watched you in worry this was going to be a long day.

“Why don’t you practice on me” “What” you said confusing “Practice your presentation with me I will say mine then you will say yours” he smirked “You did your speech?” “Well, no but I can tell you what I would have said” “Eddie you need to do your homework you are going to graduate with me and-” he got you your mind moved on. He got out the car mid of your rant and opened your door “Thank you and you need to work on your math too because I know you didn’t do it” “Nope I did not” “Let go then” he planned work you and talking to him and are not worried about the project. It was going great …. for 5 seconds “Hey Eddie, Y/N you ready for the presentation that shit is going to kick my-” Gareth said. Eddie hit Gareth’s arm “Ow what was that for” You froze shit you have you look at the clock 10 minutes. “I been trying to get her mind off of it” “Shit sorry” Eddie looked back at you great back to square one. “Sweetheart no need you worry I will be there” tears filled your eyes “But what if I mess up” you said worriedly “Hey” he wiped your eyes “Don’t think like that you are going to do great ok if you get scared looked at me ok” you nodded and held Eddie until the bell rang, here we go.

“Alright class today we are going to do something different instead of volunteering to go up I'm going to pick name” every introvert's worst fear. “Ok first is” Your heart is pounding in your chest praying to any god out there please not me please “Y/N L/N you are first” Eddie looked at you in worry, he gave you a reassuring nod and mouth you got this. You slowly stood up and you felt everyone's eyes on you. You gulp “H-Hi” no stop stuttering ....THUNK everyone laughed Eddie prosperously fell out of his chair when you made eye contact with him, he winked. He was taking to embarrassment off you to him “Mr. Munson in your seat please” “Yep got it” he got up and mouth just breath. You took a deep breath. “My- my project is o-on Th-The-” “Sp-sp-SPIT out already” Andy yelled that had the class roaring in laughter suddenly a spit ball landed on Andy cheek, only you saw Eddie hiding the straw or you thought “Mr. Munson one more thing out of you and you are out of here” he couldn’t leave you so unfortunately, he must protect you in peace. Tear welled your eyes as you finished your presentation “Thank you miss L/N next we have.... Mr. Munson” He got up and tripped on the way up to the front “Ok so my project is on nothing because I didn’t do it” he teased as he look at the teacher “Go sit” “Yep” “Next is......”

The bell rang and you ran out of class Eddie hot on your heels “Y/N wait please” he caught up to you and brought you into his chest “It’s ok I got you” you mumbled something but he couldn’t hear what you said. “Come on lets go somewhere private” he cover you has he went out the school doors to the bench in the word he put you on his lap “Ok let it out” you continue crying for 5 minutes then you died down “ You better” he soothed “Y-Yea” you hiccuped “Hey it wasn’t that bad yea you stutter at the beginning but after you took a breath a look at me everything was perfect” “But Andy-” “Andy is a fucking jerk out he gets off on making people feel bad the rate you're going soon you will be the boss of him” “How if I can’t even due a speech on a book I love how can I be the boss of anyone” you wailed “Ssh ok ssh” as he brought you into your chest “It's going to take some time to get you out of your shell, it took you a good two weeks to look at me and now look at you look at us we are in love” a smiled spread across your face love. Last week after your date Eddie climbed into your room and told you he loved you and you said it back because you did but was too scared to tell him. “How about we skip, go to Benny's pick you some burgers and milkshakes then my place for some movies” “I would really like that” he takes you off his lap and stands up “Then your chariot awaits my shy girl” you blushed there it is, he kissed you then you sneak into his van. It was a perfect way to end a horrible day with Eddie.

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Fruit Salad

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's ex-not-quite-girlfriend Hannah Newby is pregnant. But it's not his. And she won't say whose it is. Very slow burn. Exes to friends to (eventual) lovers.

A/N: Chapter 2 of my first ever fic! Still not really sure why I decided to do such a big project for my first, but I'm enjoying it! Again, thank you soooo much to @shybunnie20 for being absolutely wonderful and helping me so much. Definitely go check out her work, she's amazing.

Contents: No upside down. Pregnancy. Fluff and angst. Reader is called Hannah because I didn't want to use Y/N but no physical description of reader (so maybe an OC? I don't know). Bob is her dad, because I love him. The Byers are still in Hawkins because I love them too.

Word count: 5.1K

Previous chapter

Chapter 2: Blueberry

Flashback to Hannah finding out she is pregnant. Lots of fluff, some angst.

July 4th, 1985 - 7 weeks pregnant

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Jules is worried about Hannah.

Hannah has been nauseous for over a month. And more irritable than usual. If Jules thinks back on it, it's also been a while since Hannah has complained of cramps.

Jules thinks she knows what's going on. She just doesn't know how to broach it with Hannah.

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Jules is standing in the feminine hygiene section of Melvad's, pretending to mull over two different boxes of tampons, waiting for the other woman in the aisle to just leave already. How long does it take to choose a deodorant?

The woman finally seems to decide and shuffles away to a different part of the store. In a flash, Jules is where she wants to be.

Shit.

Why are there so many different ones?

Does it make a difference?

Jules quickly looks around to check the coast is still clear, and opts for the second cheapest. She gets two. Just to be sure.

She struggles to hold the boxes conspicuously, so dashes back to where she had been standing and grabs a box of tampons to hold in front. No one's going to look too close at that.

Jules makes her way to the end of the aisle and peeks around the corner. Hannah's dad's girlfriend is working one of the tills. Jules knows Hannah likes her, and she seems to keep out of the small town gossip. Jules hasn't taken her driving test yet, so she can't get to the next town over on her own. This is her best bet at discretion.

"Hi Joyce." Jules puts down her purchases; tampon box on top, and reaches for a brown paper bag.

"Oh, hi sweetie." Joyce starts scanning. "How are-" Joyce's eyes snap to Jules' as she picks up the second item. Joyce clears her throat. "How are you doing?" She quickly scans the offending items and reaches over and drops them in the bag.

"Oh, um, yeah, you know." Jules grimaces at her stuttering.

"Mmhm." Joyce gives Jules her total, and takes the money offered.

"How about you?" Jules attempts a smile.

"I'm good, sweetie. Thank you." Joyce takes Jules' hand as she gives back the change and drops her voice. "You let me know if you need anything, ok?"

Jules nods her head quickly, giving a weak smile, and dashes out the door. "Bye, Joyce."

She runs all the way to Hannah's house.

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"I thought it would be fun!"

Hannah eyes Jules skeptically and deadpans, "You thought it would be fun."

"Yeah!" Jules grimaces, forcing out a laugh. "Who hasn't always wanted to pee on a stick, right?"

Hannah slowly raises her hand. "Uh… me?"

"Come on, it will be great!" Jules grabs her by the arm and starts pulling her towards the bathroom.

"Jules! What? No!" Hannah pulls her arm from her friend's grasp. "What's going on? Are you ok?" Her eyes widen. "Oh god, do you think you're-"

"No! I think you are!" Jules slaps her hand over her mouth. "Shit. I'm sorry. There was definitely a better way to do this, but I'm panicking now. You've been nauseous and more grumpy than usual and you haven't complained about cramps in ages."

Hannah is frozen. Staring straight ahead with a look of pure horror on her face.

"Han, please don't freak out." She reaches out and takes Hannah's hand. "Not yet anyway." She laughs weakly.

Five minutes later, the two girls are sat on the bathroom floor, shoulders pressed together, leaning against the bath. Hannah is hugging her legs with her forehead on her knees.

"How much longer?"

"30 seconds."

Jules' hand is circled around Hannah's ankle in an attempt to comfort. She doesn't want to overwhelm her, but wants her to know she's not alone. She gives it a squeeze. "Times up." Jules is whispering. "Do you want me to look?"

Hannah takes a deep breath and leans her head back. "No, I can do it." She picks up the stick, not looking at it. "What am I looking for again?"

"Two lines means pregnant."

Hannah scrunches her eyes closed and takes another deep, steadying breath. She opens her eyes and sees two lines staring back at her.

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Jules is still worried about Hannah. She hasn't spoken in nearly half an hour. The pair are lying side by side on Hannah's bedroom floor, hands linked between them.

Jules tests the waters by squeezing Hannah’s hand. Hannah crushes hers in response.

“Han, I need you to tell me what you need. Do you want to stay like this for a while, or do you want a hug? Or a cry, maybe? Food?”

Hannah lets out a shuddering breath and tears slip out down her temples.

“Do you want me to call your dad? Or, um, Eddie?”

Hannah groans. “I’m supposed to go to the carnival with Eddie tonight. We were going to watch the fireworks from the ferris wheel.”

“That sounds nice.” Jules likes Eddie. Likes him for Hannah. She’s watched Hannah grow comfortable around him, which is rare for her. Hannah finds it difficult to let people in and let them see her vulnerable side. Jules has relished watching Hannah’s irritation at Eddie worming his way past her defences. She always worried that Hannah would push away anyone good for her, for fear of getting hurt. Eddie's determined though, and he’s good for her.

“Shit!” Hannah shoots up with a look of horror on her face.

“Shit, what? Han, what?”

Hannah stares at her best friend, her eyes filling with more tears. “I don’t know whose it is.”

Jules freezes for half a second, then springs into action, scrambling to her feet. “Ok, we can definitely figure this out. We’re just talking about the two guys, right?”

Hannah nods, yes.

“Did they overlap at all?”

Hannah shakes her head, no.

“When was your last period? And any missed ones.”

Hannah rushes over to the calendar on her wall and flips through it, looking for the last time she drew a little star on a date. “I’ve missed two periods. A week and a half ago, and the month before that.”

“And how long have you been sleeping with Eddie?”

“Less than a month.” Hannah’s face falls. Tears spill from her eyes again. “Fuck,” she whispers. “Fuck, this just got so much worse.”

Jules pulls her into a tight hug. “No, hey, no we’re gonna figure this out, right? It’s all going to be fine. I’ve got you, ok?” Her own eyes are welling up now, the worry she was feeling earlier is nothing compared to now. “There’s options, right? You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, but I will be here whatever you decide.” She pulls back and holds Hannah by her shoulders. “Ok?”

Hannah sniffs and wipes her cheeks. “I can’t think about any of that right now.”

Jules tucks a lock of hair behind Hannah’s ear. “You don’t have to.”

“I need to- Shit. I need…” Hannah buries her face in her hands and her voice comes out muffled. “I need to break it off with Eddie.”

Jules’ heart breaks for her best friend. “Are you sure? You can wait, if you want to. Since you don’t even know if you’re keeping it yet. I know how much you like him.”

Hannah shakes her head. “No, I don’t want him involved when he doesn’t have to be.” She rubs at her eyes. “I don’t want him to feel like the bad guy if he doesn't want anything to do with me; or, god, feel some weird obligation to be with me.” Hannah drops down onto the edge of her bed. “If I decide to… y’know, then I’ll talk to him about it. But not before I know what I’m doing.”

Jules sits next to her and takes her hand again.

Hannah sniffs. “And there’s no way I could avoid him until then if I don’t. The boy would just break down my door if I tried to dodge his calls.” She lets out a watery chuckle.

Jules smiles sadly. “You really like him, huh.”

“Yeah,” Hannah huffs. “It’s gross.”

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Wayne Munson is getting himself ready to go to work when there’s a knock at his trailer door. He finishes tugging on his worn work boots and puts an unlit cigarette between his lips before stomping over and opening the door.

His gruff, furrowed face brightens immediately upon seeing Hannah standing nervously on the other side. “Hannah, darlin’. Come on in.” Wayne turns to the side and swaps places with her. “I was just heading out. Ed’s in his room, so just head on through.”

Wayne lights his cigarette as he watches Hannah look warily into the trailer. She’s often quiet, and a little prickly sometimes; Wayne thinks she’s a little like him in that way. But right now, she just seems anxious.

“You alright darlin’?”

Hannah’s wide eyes turn to him. “Mmhm.”

“Well, like I said, you just head on back. Let Ed know I’ve left for work, will you?”

Hannah nods. “Yeah, sure.”

He eyes Hannah again, unconvinced. But he has to get to work. Wayne raises his cigarette in a wave and shuts the door behind him, leaving Hannah alone in the quiet room.

Hannah takes a moment to steady herself. She looks around the snug trailer. She loves this place. It’s always so homey and welcoming. The Munsons clearly take care of their home and their belongings. Everything is well loved and well kept.

It’s at least a full minute before she moves again, toeing off her shoes and creeping down the small hallway towards Eddie’s bedroom door. She doesn’t want to alert him to her presence yet. She wants to delay what she came to do for as long as she can. Hannah knows she should do it, knows it’s the right thing to do. But she wants to be selfish. She wants to indulge in Eddie and live in denial for a little while longer.

“Eds?” Hannah’s voice is soft as she pushes the door open, peering into the dimly lit room.

The main light is switched off, the blinds closed. The only light in the room comes from the small lamp on the cluttered desk that Eddie is hunched over, headphones over his ears and Hannah can hear the deafening blast of whatever music he is listening to. Eddie’s hair is tucked behind his ears to allow for the foam pads from his walkman. Even from her angle, he looks adorable. She longs to run her hands through his hair; twirl a spiral of it around her finger; pull at it and hear him moan. A muscle by his shoulder blade twitches as he furiously scribbles at a drawing. Hannah is itching to run her hands over his sinewy back and drape herself over his shoulders. She wants to wrap herself around him. Surround herself with him and never leave.

But she can’t bring herself to.

Instead, Hannah shuffles towards him and walks two fingers across his shoulder before laying her palm on it when he jumps, whipping off his headphones and turning in his chair.

“Hi Eds,” she lets out in a breath.

“Sweetheart!”

Hannah winces at his shout.

“Shit,” Eddie looks around. “Am I late? Wait, did you walk here? I'm supposed to come and pick you up. Jesus Christ, how late am I?!"

Hannah turns Eddie's chair to fully face her and moves between his spread legs. She puts both hands on his shoulders and squeezes, digging her thumbs into the dips in his collarbones. "You're ok, I'm early." Her voice is still soft despite Eddie's volume.

Eddie's voice joins hers in a murmur. "Well, shit, sweetheart." He takes one of her hands from his shoulder and holds it to his chest, massaging his thumb into her palm. "You should have called, I would've picked you up early if you wanted."

She shrugs. "I wanted to walk. It's still light out."

Hannah turns her attention to his desk, eyeing the drawings splayed across the surface.

"Did you want to go early? The fireworks aren't for a few hours yet, but we can go and look around for a while if you want."

She shakes her head.

Hannah’s hand moves from Eddie’s shoulder to drift over his drawings. A vicious, sharp-toothed mermaid; a snarling, fire breathing dragon; a grotesque zombie, flesh dripping from its bones.

“These are really good, Eds.”

The tops of Eddie’s ear burn red and he grins bashfully. “Thanks Han.” He kisses her captive hand. “Got nothing on you though.”

Hannah frowns. “Don’t do that.” She pinches his bicep, causing Eddie to yelp.

Eddie studies her for a moment, she seems off. "You ok?" He reaches up and takes her chin between his forefinger and thumb, skimming her chin with the pad.

This is when she should tell him. She should break it off now. It's the right thing to do.

Eddie can see that Hannah's eyes have glazed over; she's gone somewhere else in her mind. Eddie stands up and cups her shoulders, bringing her attention back to him.

"Listen, I know you really wanted to go to this thing tonight," He's lying, they both know it. It was him that suggested it. "But I'm pretty beat. Would it be ok if we stayed in and watched movies? We could order a pizza and just veg out."

She shouldn't. It’s selfish.

"Yeah, ok."

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As Eddie opens the fridge to grab two sodas, he peers into the living room at Hannah settling on one end of the couch. He can tell something is up, but he knows better by now than to press. They’re still getting to know each other, but after hooking up for several weeks, Eddie knows he needs to warm her up when she gets like this. If he lays too much affection on her too quickly, she’ll freeze up and push him away.

Hannah is squirming on the couch trying to get comfortable. She slouches in the seat, then sits up straight, then crosses her legs. She’s wriggled between at least five different positions by the time she looks up and realises Eddie is standing next to the couch and watching her with an amused expression.

“Comfy?”

Her face flushes and she nods sheepishly. Hannah tucks her legs underneath her and sits still.

Eddie puts the cans and some napkins down on the small table in front of them and sits down beside her. He leaves a small space between them, but takes one of her hands in both of his and holds it to his chest. He can see that Hannah is still stuck in her head. Eddie hums a soft melody and runs one calloused palm back and forth along her forearm, kneading with his fingertips.

He watches Hannah’s face carefully for her reaction. She blinks a few times, coming back to herself, and looks over at Eddie, resting her head against the couch cushion.

Eddie's voice is a murmur, "I ordered one plain, one pepperoni. Wayne can eat whatever we don't when he gets in tomorrow."

Hannah hums in acknowledgement and leans in slightly towards Eddie. "I'm sorry for making you miss the fireworks."

Hannah is speaking so quietly, Eddie has to lean in too. But he copies her speech. "Nothing to apologise for, Han." He wants to say that it doesn't matter as long as he's with her, but instead he tempers his sentiment. "I'd rather do pizza and a movie anyway."

She understands what Eddie isn't saying. "Me too."

Eddie resumes his tune. Along with the drone of the AC unit in the window, and the buzz of Eddie's hand along her arm, Hannah is starting to relax. She decides to deal with real life tomorrow. Right now, she wants to stay in denial; stay in this moment with Eddie.

Eddie's ears perk up as he hears the crunch of tyres coming from outside. He doesn't want knocking to burst their peaceful bubble, so he squeezes Hannah's hand and places it in her lap, bounding off the couch and opening the door before the pizza guy is even up the porch steps. Eddie pays and thanks him before padding back to Hannah, placing the boxes on the table and flopping down next to her with a grunt. This causes Hannah to fall towards him, shoulder to shoulder.

Eddie’s heart sinks when she immediately sits up and away from him again, but he smiles when he sees her shining eyes as she zeroes in on the pizza. Hannah pulls out two slices and passes one to him. When she settles back into the couch, she rests her back against his arm, and wiggles until he takes the hint and puts it around her. A small smile on her face, Hannah raises her pizza to Eddie. “Cheers.”

Eddie chuckles and taps his slice to hers. “Cheers, sweetheart.” He nudges his temple against hers and she turns to press her forehead to his.

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Hours later, The Princess Bride is quietly playing on the TV across the room from the couch, where Hannah is now laying on top of Eddie; him flat on his back with her cheek to his chest, torsos pressed together and her hips between his raised knees. Eddie is running one hand up and down her back. His other is entwined with Hannah’s, hanging down to the floor as she plays with the rings on his fingers.

This is Eddie’s favourite version of Hannah: soft; warm; affectionate.

Eddie’s hand drifts further up Hannah’s back into her hair and scratches at her scalp. She hums and nuzzles into Eddie’s touch. She props her chin on his chest, gazing up at him. Her free hand reaches out and begins tracing aspects of him with her fingers, skimming over his soft cheeks and strong jawline. She presses her thumb into the dip in his chin and her fingertips whisper along the skin under his eye, admiring his faint crows feet and the light smattering of freckles. Hannah ventures further up, hungry for more of him; she pushes her fingers into his bangs and sweeps her thumb across his forehead, smoothing out the crinkles from his concentration on the movie.

Eddie turns away from the TV with a smirk. "Help you?"

Hannah's index finger ghosts over his plump, pink mouth and settles in his dimple. "Just looking." A fond expression on her face. "You're so pretty, Eds."

The tops of his cheeks bloom pink. Hannah's fingers dance across the blush, giggling at the effect her words have had.

Eddie cups the back of Hannah’s head. “Can’t compare to you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck off.” She’s beaming now.

Hannah shifts her weight back onto her knees and crawls forward, nestling into the crook of Eddie’s neck. She places a kiss behind his ear. Eddie makes a happy noise from the back of his throat and hugs her closer. Hannah pulls back slightly and dots kisses over his face, both of them giggling, their faces pink with affection. Her kisses follow the path of her fingers before finally pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She goes to pull away, but Eddie threads his fingers through her hair and pulls her back to kiss him again.

She’s fully indulging herself now. Being greedy.

"You know,” Hannah’s lips brush Eddie’s as she speaks. “If we went outside, we could probably see the fireworks when they start."

"Yeah?” Eddie grins. “You want to?"

Hannah nods eagerly.

Immediately, Eddie rolls them both off the couch, Hannah screeches at the sudden fall. He jumps up, standing over her in a heap on the floor.

“Jerk!” Hannah kicks out at Eddie and he catches her by the ankle. “Let me go!” She whines, grabbing at him as he laughs.

“C’mere.” Eddie captures Hannah’s hands and hauls her up into an embrace. He cups her face and smacks a kiss to her mouth.

Eddie thinks for a moment. "Trust me?"

"Well that's never a good start to anything."

He cackles. "I'm taking that as a yes."

Eddie pulls her to the front door. The pair of them scramble to put their shoes on, giddy at the prospect of doing something foolish. They stumble through the door and Eddie drags Hannah by the hand around the side of the trailer where he gets down on one knee under an open window. He taps his thigh and looks up at Hannah expectantly.

“I… don’t understand what’s happening right now.”

Eddie grins wickedly. “We’re going up, sweetheart.”

“Fuck that. No.”

“C’mon, we’ll have the best view from up there!” He pouts at her, using his best puppy dog eyes.

Hannah groans, but moves to step up onto his leg, mumbling about “those fucking eyes.”

“Ok, now step onto the windowsill, and I’ll push you up onto the roof.”

Hannah grunts as she heaves herself up and clings onto the edge of the tin roof by her fingers. “If this is just an excuse to feel me up, I’m gonna kill you.”

Eddie gasps dramatically. “Me? I’m the picture of integrity, Han.” He grips her by the hips and encourages her upwards, giving her a tap on the ass as she wiggles over the edge into a heap on the roof.

“Perv!"

Eddie appears a few moments later and collapses on top of her; forearms braced either side of her head. “You love it.” He buries his face in her neck, making her squeal as he blows raspberries against her skin.

They're interrupted by a loud boom echoing through the trailer park.

"Shit, it's starting! Get off me!"

They scramble up to face the fireworks exploding in the sky. Eddie sits with his legs spread out and pats the space between them for Hannah to sit. She settles with her back to his chest and he wraps his arms around her front, pulling her flush to him, his chin resting on her shoulder as she hugs one of his arms tightly.

The pair stay like that, watching the rest of the fireworks display, Eddie occasionally pressing kisses to Hannah's shoulder and neck. When the last bang rings out and the sparkles fade, they remain silent for a while, enjoying the quiet of the trailer park; all the other residents probably at the fair.

Eddie burrows his face into Hannah's hair. "Do you want to stay up here for a bit longer or go back inside?"

Hannah turns her head to nuzzle him back. "Maybe we should go inside. I can't feel my butt."

"Oh thank god, me neither!"

Both of them fall to the side, giggling. Eddie manoeuvres them so that Hannah is laid out beneath him. He cradles the back of her head, weight braced on his forearm, with his other hand on her waist. He nudges his nose against hers and she lifts her chin to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Eddie draws back a little, his gaze flicking between her hazy, adoring eyes. "Do you want to talk about whatever is going on with you?"

Hannah stiffens and her eyes snap fully open.

"Shit." He fucked up. "Han, I-"

Hannah sits up, pushing Eddie back onto his heels. She presses her palms to her eyes and huffs. "I shouldn't… we should… fuck-" Hannah looks around. "Can we get down, please?"

“Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

Eddie scrambles to the edge of the roof and over, landing with a grunt, and then turns back and helps Hannah slide down. The second her feet touch the ground, Hannah rushes off around the trailer, up the porch steps, and through the front door. She stops in the threshold, hugging her arms to her chest. Eddie scurries after her.

Eddie steps up behind Hannah. “Hey, look, I’m sorry.” He coos, turning her around gently. “Let’s forget about it, ok? We can just finish the movie.” He desperately doesn’t want her to leave. He doesn’t want to lose that closeness, that loving version of Hannah he just had.

“You don’t need to be sorry, Eddie. It’s my fault, I know I’m being weird.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Hannah stiffens again and whispers, “I can’t. Not right now.”

“Sweetheart… please?” Eddie pulls her to him by the waist, cradling her head with his other hand, pushing his thumb into her cheek. “You’re worrying me now.”

"Listen, I've just… I've got some stuff going on. And," she puts her palms flat on his chest and steps back from him. "It means I won't be able to see you. For a while, at least."

"What?"

"Eddie," she pleads, eyes darting around the room. "I can't explain right now, ok?"

He steps closer to her again. "Han, look at me." He grips her hands in his and ducks his head to catch her gaze. “Please, talk to me. I just want to help.”

Hannah squirms. “I don’t need-”

“I know! I know you don’t need help, Hannah! But I want to.”

She looks up at Eddie, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

Eddie splutters. “Why?! Because we’re-” he gestures between them. “Because I like you! I really fucking like you!” He’s gesturing wildly now.

Hannah buries her face in her palms, her voice muffled. “I know, Eddie and I really- I- FUCK!” She throws her hands out, her eyes glassy now. “Why do I find this so fucking hard!”

“Hey, it’s ok-”

“No! It’s not, Eddie!” Hannah swipes at her eyes. “I’m emotionally stunted. I’m grumpy and irritable and I can’t express my fucking feelings.” She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “I just need some space, Eddie. I’m sorry I just can’t say why right now.”

“Sweetheart, you’re really worrying me.” Eddie goes to cradle Hannah’s face again, but she immediately pushes him back.

“Stop, Eddie. I don’t need you to worry about me.”

Eddie is having trouble tempering his emotions. He just wants to help. “Well, tough shit, Han! You can’t exactly stop me caring about you.”

"You're not my boyfriend!"

They both freeze. She shouldn't have said that. She didn't mean it like that.

"Shit. Eds-"

"No.” He cuts her off. “You're right. I'm not your boyfriend." Eddie's voice is quiet, but icy. His eyes hard. "I'm just some guy you’ve been fucking."

Hannah flinches at the venom in his words. "No, you’re not- I didn't- I can't… I just can't!"

"Right, my bad. The ice queen can't have a boyfriend. She'd need to have actual feelings for that."

Hurt flashes across Hannah's face and she blinks back the tears threatening to spill. Her voice is strained when she speaks. "I should-" she clears her throat. "I'm gonna go."

“Fine.”

Hannah steps past Eddie to the door. He doesn’t move to stop her.

“Bye, Eds.”

Hannah closes the door behind her and trudges down the steps. She takes a shuddering breath and rubs at her eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Son of a BITCH!”

The exclamation is muffled from inside the trailer, but still makes Hannah jump. Seconds later, the door slams open and Eddie stomps after her with his keys in hand.

“If you think I’m letting you walk home in the dark, you’re a moron as well as an asshole.”

Hannah lets out a strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a sob, tears finally spilling over her cheeks. She rushes to Eddie and throws her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. The action knocks the wind out of him.

Eddie sighs, but doesn’t hesitate to hug her back.

“C’mon sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”

Hannah pulls back and nods, sniffing and wiping her eyes.

Eddie takes Hannah’s hand and leads her to the passenger side of the van. He helps her up and closes the door behind her before rounding the front and pulling himself into his seat. He starts up the van, but immediately shuts off the music, choosing to drive in silence in the hope that Hannah might start talking to him.

As the van pulls out of the trailer park, Hannah reaches over and takes his right hand, holding it in her lap. She knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t help it. She wants to indulge in little bits of him while she still can. Hannah twists the lone ring on this hand around his finger.

After a little while, Eddie breaks the silence.

“It’s my favourite, you know.” Eddie’s voice is low and he doesn’t look over at her.

Hannah doesn’t look at Eddie either, but continues to stare at his hand cradled in hers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He sighs. “This really amazing girl got it for me. You probably don’t know her.”

"No?"

"Nah, she was actually nice to me."

Hannah scoffs. "Well that's just not true."

Eddie grins, but there's a sadness in it. He parks the van outside Hannah's house and finally turns to look at her.

"Hannah?"

Hannah stares blindly straight ahead out the windshield. If she looks at Eddie, she’ll definitely cave.

"Hannah, please just talk to me. Tell me what's going on. What can I do?"

If she tells him now, he might hate her. He might be angry and not want anything to do with her; which would hurt. Or he might stay with her out of pity; which would hurt more.

"Nothing, Eddie. There's nothing you can do." Hannah resumes fiddling with Eddie's ring. "I need some time to get my shit sorted."

"Can you at least tell me if you're ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…" She rests her head back on the seat and sighs. "I don't know. But I think I will be."

That didn't reassure Eddie at all. "Do you at least have someone helping you? If it can't be me."

"I've got Jules. And I'm gonna talk to my dad."

She wants to tell him she doesn't want to do this. She wants to ask if he'll let her be self-centred, let her be greedy and keep him. She thinks he'd say yes.

But that wouldn't be fair.

"I'll see you around, Eds." She squeezes his hand and opens the door, but pauses before getting out.

One more moment of indulging herself.

Hannah turns back to Eddie and leans over the centre console, pulling him towards her with a hand on his cheek. She presses her lips against his in a lingering kiss. Eddie sighs and holds her hand to keep her there a little longer.

Their foreheads stay pressed together as their lips part, neither of them wanting the moment to end. Hannah places another soft peck to the corner of his mouth and whispers, "Bye Eddie."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x oc #stranger things #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x pregnant!reader

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 2 years

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Stalker's little family.

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader.

Part 1.

Warning:Blood kink, Cum shots, Sex Toy, Choking, Dirty talk, Pregnancy sex, Hair pulling, Oral (Fem & male receiving) Shower sex, Breeding kink, Degrading kink, Praise kink, Dark humor, Murder, Gore, Dark reader, Yandere Austin, Clean toothbrush.

Summary: It's time for Austin to return to California, Anaheim so with a heavy heart you leave with your new boyfriend, to his shared house with Kaia, you keep asking what happened with her but he'd either switch the topic or not answer at all regardless of this you're absolutely ecstatic for your new horizon but it seems it wouldn't come so easy to obtain when Austin's neighbor finds out about his secrets.

A/n: I want to thank everyone who had waited patiently for me post this, if I'm being honest I had lost motivation to finish but I did! I hope that y'all like it, I want to also say I appreciate every person who likes my stories and my followers without y'all I'd never find out how much I love to write. Anyways onto the story and like always stay tuned (Sorry if it sucked!)

"Thank you so much for everything." you said as you pulled away from ki's embrace "I am sad to see you go, (N/N) you have been a great friend and colleague. Take care of my baby ok?" Ki winked at you which you playful huffed "Now get going or you're guard dog is going to put me six feet under," He chuckled nervously looking over your shoulder, and you followed his gaze to see Austin's icky blues glaring murderously at Ki, holding Hudson, who was in fact too busy gumming on his little fist to notice his daddy's deadly aura.

You hid your smirk, feelings of arousal and euphoria rushed up your veins like a drug "I guess so, Bye Ki. I'll call you sometime." you winked at him before heading to your car not bothering to hide your smirk anymore "Cool down tiger." You teased walking past Austin to your vehicle, you open the car door and sat down in the passenger seat. Austin following in suit after he buckled Hudson into his car seat before getting to the driver's seat and began driving, his eyes ahead of him, his jaw clenched "My love you don't need to be jealous, I love you." you said softly "I know, I just can't help it. You're mine after all." he takes your hand and kissed your knuckles, a small smile on his lips, God he loved you so damn much, even when you tease him like that, he just didn't trust Ki he was known for being a playboy, anyone can see he liked, Maybe even loved you and that thought made he want to go crazy, you're his, if he has to get you pregnant, breed you over and over again for people to know that then he will, happily.

Ki had some of his people move your stuff into Austin's house in the dead of night, and his jet set to take you back privately, knowing you wanted to keep your little family secret, especially since Kaia went missing, it would be bad publicity for Austin and you can't, won't ruin his dreams. "He asleep?" you asked sitting up in the queen-sized bed you now shared with Austin "with difficulty but asleep." he sighed, slipping under the covers, his head on his hand as he looked at you "it's hard huh?" you said laying down "Oh yeah," he chuckled softly pulling you into his embrace "But I wouldn't change a thing." his other hand rubbing your 3-month pregnant belly "Not a thing." you smiled as you both laid in the comfortable silence, his arms around you and his heartbeat in your ear made everything so surreal, you dreamed of something like this, THE Austin Bulter to be in love with you, have a family with him, to have that honor of bearing his children and here you are, in his bed, in his arms, his love all around you, yes you and Hudson had to be kept secret but you actually liked that you don't want paparazzi in your business.

Your thinking stopped when Austin's soft snores filled your ears "Goodnight my love." you whispered and kissed his cheek before snuggling into his chest as sleep overcomes you. Austin slowly open his eyes only to shut them from the slither of light from the curtains, he grunted and turned to cuddle you but he felt nothing "Baby?!" he called, a bit of panic in his deeper voice, sitting up in the bed "I'm in the kitchen!" you called back, Austin quickly got out of bed and rushed to the kitchen, his pajama pants hang on his hips, and his panic immediately vanished as he sees you fed Hudson some baby food with your new work cloths; a white pencil skirt with a white dress jacket buttoned and a black blouse low-cut.

Austin looked at your get-up, top to bottom l, he licked and bit his bottom lip, his blues darkened "Say," he trailed off "When was the last time I fucked you?" "Austin!" you gasped "What?! I'm just asking," he smirked "Not in front of Hudson! Horn dog." you giggled as Austin placed kisses around your face and neck, "I have to go, I can't be late, I'm the CEO now." you smiled at him as he pouted "Sarsh is gonna come and pick Hudson so he can have a play date with Jackson" Austin nod "Bye baby," Austin whispered against your lips before giving you one last kiss. You waved goodbye to Austin and Hudson, who rested against his father's waist, Austin waved back with a smile.

Ryan's eyes watched the houses going over if this is ready to try to find out the truth he knew something was up when movers had moved something into his neighbor's house in the dead of night and his Kaia went missing after she accuses of Austin cheating, that was enough for him to think maybe Austin had something to do with that, gripping his lock picks and a blacklight, left his house and jumped the fence to the backyard of his neighbor's home, and started to unlock the back door, He sighed asentersnter the house "Ok where to begin?" he questions no one, he had 3 hours before you and Austin come back from work. Closing the door he began to look around.

He looked in the bedrooms first upstairs and then the master bedroom bathroom, he turned the blacklight on the sink, and streaks of bright green fell down the drain, taking his phone he snapped a photo before heading to the kitchen, Ryan's heart stopped dead, the loud clinking of heels hit the wooden floors that lead to the very room he was it. He looked around vertically 'There!' he looked at the walk-in pantry and immediately hid in that spot, peeking through the mostly closed double doors, he watch you as you dropped your keys on the marble Island. "I know you're there, come out," you called out with an ice-cold tone, staring directly at the pantry, Rayn walked out, a glare in his eyes "You cause her death huh?" he spat "You took my only happiness away! Now it's your turn, I'll—" Ryan's villain's speech was cut short by his own scream as a knife stuck out of his shoulder, another painful scream ripe out of him as the knife was jerked out, his body slumped to the floor, gripping his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding but that was useless as he'll come to find out. Austin pinned the defenseless man and his knife cut into Ryan's chest over and over again, blood spattering onto Austin's face, and hands, and a large pool of crimson leaked out of the already dead man "Austin." you called firmly, he didn't stop, you frowned as you walked to him and kneel beside him"Austin." you called again softly taking his face in your hands, your frowned deepened as a tear hits the dumb corpse.

"I-I can't lose you or Hudson." Austin stuttered tears keep falling " Oh baby you'll never lose us," you looked down at Ryan's lifeless body "We made sure of that." Austin's breathing calmed, "let's hide the evidence," you said taking the shovel you left by the front door and handing it to him. "we'll be fine my love," you kissed him and nudge him gently to the backyard, you watched him leave before began to grab things that you needed like the tarp, mop and bucket, a large zip ties, a jar of hydrogen peroxide and flowers. You filled the bucket with water and hydrogen peroxide, dragged the body onto the huge black trap, wrapped him in it, and close the tarp with the zip ties. You were mopping the floor when Austin came in, and you could help but stop to watch as Austin picked up the body almost effortlessly, the blood made him even more beautiful and sexy, and you could already feel yourself become soaked for your boyfriend, you quickly finish mopping up all the blood, grabbed the flowers and walked into the backyard, Austin had already buried the body next to the flower garden, Austin wipe the dirt off his forehead but it becoming even dirtier, you let out a small giggle at that which got you an adorable confused look from Austin before you both began to plant the flowers above Ryan's resting place. "Now let's get cleaned up" you clapped your hands clean, well the best you could do with blood and dirt caked on them, Austin being the gentleman he was, helped you up.

Flashes of Austin filled your mind, him being so protective and possessive, killing the threat of your happiness, for your family, his eyes, damn near black as a starless night, and the beautiful crimson splattering onto his cheeks hands, and chest, some even in his blonde hair, the strong feeling of hormonal lust came as your want for him grows. You barely had enough time to step into the bathroom when Austin's mouth smashed against yours, tongue exploring your mouth like it would all suddenly vanish, you lewdly moaned at feeling the hotness of his tongue, he backed you more into the bathroom, one hand blindly opening the bathroom mirror cabinet, and Austin broke the heated kiss as he begins to open up the unused electric toothbrush "Clothes off and lay on the floor" his deep voice growled, and you smirked playfully, undressed with Austin smacked your ass and laid down against the cold white tile, waiting and anticipating for his next move, he's slowly almost teasingly took his clothes off and got on his knees, the toothbrush between his teeth and he took it out of his mouth "let's have a try huh?" he smirked, turned on it, the vibration sounded out in the otherwise room silent, the rough bristles hit your sensitive bud with a spinning vibration.

A loud whimper and moan at a harsh but pleasant sensation "that's my beautiful slut." he said, his cock slammed and pounded away into you without mercy.

"Fuck," he groans tossing the toothbrush away, his hand now occupied with choking and squeezing your throat, leaving a bloody handprint, your eyes rolled back as he rolled his hips, throwing one leg on his shoulder, and leaned to kiss you reaching a new deeper angle "Eyes on me," he growled pulling your head back, fist wrapped in your hair a while he drilled down into you like a crazed man, his pelvis bone slapping against your clit.

"So beautiful, carrying my baby let every motherfucker you're mine, fuck. Want. To. Keep. You. Pregnant." squeezing your neck tighter as he thrusted after every period, you loved that idea, you would gladly carry this man's babies no matter how much he wanted, to have him breed you over and over, would be a dream come true. You were close so close, your pussy clenched and unclenched around Austin making him curse under his breath as he fucked you faster, "Fuck!" you cried grabbing into his bicep, and a hand on your belly you came, your back arched, pushing your breasts against his firm chest. Austin continues to thrust until you came down your high, he pulled and wrapped his hand that was on your neck around his angry and sensitive cock, jerking and squeezing, his pearly cum suddenly shoots onto your chest and stomach, heavy almost breathless pants left him.

You both sat there for a second before Austin stood up and picked you up setting you down the toilet, a kiss on your head, and then turning on the shower head to the right temperature. You hummed as the hot water relax your muscles, and the beautiful Crimson rush down to the drain "We're not done yet." Austin whispered into your ear, turning you around and getting on his knees, His eyes meet yours, licking his lips and before his pillowy lips wrapped on your clitoris.

You closed your eyes with a smile as your boyfriend eats you out, this truly was a dream come true, you'd fight for this, and Austin had proven this tonight, by killing that pesky, nosy neighbor, too high off drugs that drove everyone away and the day he killed Kaia, yes you knew, when It came your family you knew when something was up, you even know he brought an engagement ring but you wouldn't tell him that.

This was your happily ever after and nobody. Nobody would take it from you.

Taglist; @kendralavon7, @purejasmine, @plasticfantasticl0ver, @galaxygirl453, @cynic-spirit, @18lkpeters, @chasingwildflowers,

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leclerced · 8 months

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omg I have been in such a Charles mood lately and he is SO friends to lovers coded pls!! like he’s so sweet and soft that you can’t help falling for him even though you think there’s no way he feels the same?

but he’s so protective over you and everyone else can definitely see it even when you can’t. like he always has his arm around you, always touching your hair, always holding your hands, but you’re just like … yeah we’re friends!

And maybe it takes you going on a date and him being all moody about it for it all to finally fall into place? you’re getting ready and he’s pouting and whining about this guy he’s never even met and you’re like ‘okay wtf is going on?’ and he’s just heart eyes and begging you not to go

ok sorry this was in my drafts i hope it feels cohesive idk where i was going with it but i think it turned out okay <3

reader is insanely oblivious but charles is practically all over her, ever since they met she never picked up on his flirting or lingering touches. charles has resigned himself to loving someone who will never love him back the way he wants, and surrounds himself with her to make up for it. he lives off the tastes of her love that he gets, like when she sleeps over because she stays too late and they wake up cuddled up together. or when she comes to his races and is with his team when he finishes and she's the first person he goes to for a hug. or how every time they casually say bye, love you! charles lets himself pretend she’s as in love with him as he is her. then he sees her again and is reminded of it when she doesn’t react when he tries to flirt with her or gets a little handsy when he's drunk. she’s so convinced that he’s just her best friend and that’s all he’ll ever be that when he flirts and puts his hands on her, she tells herself that’s how he acts with everyone.

she’s getting ready for a date while he lounges on her bed. he was cuddled into her pillows while she pulled out dresses and held them up asking his opinion, and he keeps giving unenthusiastic answers, or flat out saying she should cancel the date and stay in with him. then she pulls out a little black dress and says, “oh, i forgot i had this one!” and charles feels his mind spin at the thought of her in the slinky black dress of someone else seeing her in it. her wearing it for someone else. all he can muster up is, “i didn’t know you had that one.” she misses the strange lilt to his voice and teases him, “well i haven’t worn it yet, silly. i’m gonna try it on.” she disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later, holding the top to her chest as the straps hang loosely down her shoulders “charlie, would you mind?”

yes, i would mind. he thinks. he very much doesn’t want to zip up the dress so another man could take it off her in a few hours. but then she’s turning around and exposing the smooth expanse of her back, the zipper cutting off just above her ass and he can see a bit of red lace peeking out right where it ends. the lack of matching bra makes him clench his jaw as he moves towards her. he trails his finger down her spine until he reaches the zipper and he makes his way back up. as soon as he finishes and she turns around, she sees the look on his face and is immediately asking if she looks okay and he tells her she looks fine. she huffs and reaches behind her to tug it off, “thanks for the enthusiasm, you’re a great hype man! not like i’m freaking out or anything.”

his jaw clenches at hype man, and he groans. “mon dieu, what do you want me to say?”

she whines and bats at his chest, “you always tell me i look pretty even when i’m in sweats, and i’m wearing a dress i’ve been saving for something special, and you’re not even reacting. i can’t even return it anymore and you’ll hate me when you hear how much i spent, so just tell me i look pretty and i’ll have fun on my date tonight.” her hands spread across his chest as she speaks, her eyes locked on them.

his hands find her wrists and he wants to push her away and leave, ask her why she keeps doing this to him. her fingers dig into his skin, sensing he’s going to remove her touch, but he leans into it. “don’t go on the date. i’ll tell you whatever you want… i’ll take you out if you wanna go out, just don’t go out with him, please.” her eyes flick up to his and she’s doesn’t recognize the pleading look in his eyes. his grip tightens on her wrists as she pulls her hands back from his chest and she sees panic set into his features before she presses her hands to his cheeks.

his eyes flutter shut and she breathes, “okay, i won’t go. we can stay in, yeah? we can talk.” he breathes a sigh of relief and nods, “talk, sure.” a moment later his hands leave her wrists and he’s dipping to clasp his hands under her thighs to lift her into the air. her hands stay on his cheeks as he guides her legs around his waist and walks her back to her bed, telling her, “you look incredible, honestly, you do. i’m so glad you aren’t going, if you left me looking like that, god it would break my fucking heart.” she whimpers and her heart stutters at the admission. she doesn’t know what to say, speechless from the sudden realization, so she pulls him in for a kiss to tell him how she feels.

#ask #anon #cl16

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years

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hi, i'm baffled- you're so talented and friendly! happy anniversary, i hope i'll get to see you around for even longer! <3

for your amazing event, may i have mitsuya takashi with the prompt 16. “you two make such a cute couple.” “we’re not a couple.”?

(i don't mind who's speaking, feel free to choose it yourself!)

have a stupendous day/night and take care!

Hi! Omg stop, you’re making me blush and shi- you’re so sweet! I got you covered bestie. Thank you so much and I wish you to have the most fantastic day/night, take care of yourself!

#16: “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple.”

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You have always admired Mitsuya, he was in your eyes the embodiment of a perfect human being. You joined the sewing club solely because he was the president and it meant you got to see him more. Your decision to join his club was one you didn’t regret as not only did you learn how to sew but you were able to become good friends with the lilac haired male.

After the club was finished you headed home with Mitsuya’s company as usual, which was what you always looked forward to. While you both were walking, an old lady in front of you guys fell and dropped her bag causing her belongings to spill onto the sidewalk pavement. You both hurried over to her side and helped her up. Mitsuya helped support her to keep her steady on her feet while you quickly crouched down to pick up her stuff and swiftly shoved them back into her bag.

Standing back up you handed her bag back to her, “Here you go ma’am.” “Oh thank you both so much, you are good kids.” You both just told her that it was not a problem at all and that you guys were just doing the right thing. She gushes at you both, “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple” You quickly interjected. The woman was surprised but quickly added, “I’m rooting for you two” before she waved a bye to you both and went on her way.

You guys then continued walking but Mitsuya was deep in his thoughts. You were calling out to him until he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh, what’d you say?” He asked. “I was just asking if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, what are you thinking about?” There was a moment of silence where he contemplated if he should just come clean or not, “Back then, why’d you deny we were a couple so quickly?” Shock was visible on your face, why was he asking you this?

“Well I just thought it would make you uncomfortable since someone as perfect as you would probably take great offense as to being seen as my partner.” Now it was his turn to be shocked. “What? I would never take that as an offense, rather I see it as a miracle.” You search in his eyes to see if he was lying or not and all you saw was pure genuine reflecting in his lavender orbs. “Was that a confession?” “I guess so, I wish I prepared a better one though but I want you to know that I’m not perfect, you are, you’re perfect for me.”

You smacked your hand over your mouth. Even after hearing those words coming out of his mouth, you still couldn’t believe it. Seeing you frozen in place Mitsuya wondered if he said anything wrong. “Uh Y/N, you ok?” You finally blinked after unconsciously staring into the void. “No- yeah, I’m just beyond shocked. I like you a lot you don’t even know.” “I’m glad to hear that cause I like you a lot too and I hope I conveyed that clearly.” You smacked your hand over your mouth again, internally screaming from how he was the sweetest guy ever to exist on this earth and how you will love him till the end of time.

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castielmydarling · 11 months

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Suptober 2023-Day 13: Flirt

How You Doin'? 502 words on AO3 or below Summary: Dean and Cas try to relax at a bar post hunt. Its anything but relaxing for Dean.

Dean comes back from the bar with two beers. He hands one to Cas and slumps down on the stool across from him. “Fuck, I’m tired.” He says, exhausted. “I’m getting too old for this.”

Cas takes a drink. “Yes, that hunt was quite grueling. It’s the first I’ve really felt since coming back. My grace is usually enough to keep me from feeling the pain of being thrown around. I don’t like it.” He frowns.

Dean laughs, wincing as he does, probably has bruised ribs. Again. “Welcome to the club.” He looks down at his buzzing phone, groaning when he sees Sam’s name on the caller ID. “Shit. Sam and Eileen have been having issues with their case too. It’s too loud in here.” He says gesturing around the packed bar. “Last thing I need is someone overhearing me talking about killing things. I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here.” Cas says, grateful Dean doesn’t expect him to follow.

Fifteen (long) minutes later Dean returns to see someone else sitting on his stool. What the fuck. He walks up to the table.

“Hey man, you’re in my seat.” He spits out. This guy definitely moved the stool closer. Dean’s pretty sure it was across the table when he left.

The guy gets up quickly, nearly falling over in the process. “Oh sorry, man. I just came over to compliment Castiel here on his coat. I really like it.”

“It’s a trench coat.” Dean replies irritated.

“Right. Gotta love the classics.” He says laughing nervously. “And then we got to talking.” He smiles back at Cas.

“And now you’re done.” Dean replies, taking his seat back. “That’s your cue to go.” He says harshly. Can’t this dude take a hint, thought Dean getting more annoyed by the second.

The guy looked down at Dean like he forgot he was there. “Right! Ok. Nice to meet you, Castiel. Great name by the way.” He tried reaching out to shake Cas’ hand but Dean pushed it away.

Cas waves at him. “Goodbye, Derek. It was nice meeting you.” He says, cordially.

“Bye, Castiel.” He hurried off when he caught sight of Dean’s glare.

“Derek?” Dean scoffs. “Really, Cas? Every time?”

Cas shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dean. He came over because he liked my coat. I didn’t do anything.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You know that was a line, right?”

“A line for what?” Cas tries to play it off innocently but Dean’s not fooled.

Just then a waiter comes over placing a drink in front of Cas. “From your friend.” She nodded at the bar.

Dean is ready to have words with Derek but when he looks over it's a woman raising her glass and winking at Cas. Cas raises his glass in thanks.

“Who’s that?!” Dean asks, incredulously.

“Betty. We had a nice conversation before Derek came over.” He says simply. He takes a sip of the drink “Mmmm…this is good.”

“That’s it. I’m not leaving you alone anymore.” Dean pouts.

#suptober23 #destiel fic #destiel #castiel #dean winchester

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 2 years

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Could you maybe do one where the reader suffers from maybe a eating disorder or something and Tom always checks up on her calling to see if she’s eaten or to send a picture of it. He does this even when he’s away for filming but when he comes back he realises she lying and try’s to comfort her and getting her some food xx

Helping you, my love

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - You suffer with an Eating Disorder with Anxiety issues, it is hard to keep the right mind frame. However, Tom is always there to look after you.

Warnings - Angst (Eating disorder and Anxiety issues are mentioned) If you are uncomfortable, please do not read! It is up to you to read about these subjects.

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Love and appreciation to all the support I get from my content and blog. 🥰

- P.s Not everyone’s experience is going to be the same with ED.

You sigh as you look down at your dinner plate again, your supposed to eat it.

You struggle with your food intake, resulting in an unfortunate Eating Disorder. Tom, your boyfriend is so good at taking care of your needs, especially making sure your eating enough.

You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, not even daring to look at the food in-front of you. You feel a tad bit guilty of lying to Tom, saying that you are eating. In reality you are not!

You just didn’t want to worry him as he’s away because of his job, being an actor is hard enough. Your stomach grumbles as you take a little bit on your folk, not enough for a mouth full thou.

However, you smile to yourself of even making that because you just can’t bring yourself to eat that much or at all.

Your phone is ringing, looking at it you see Tom’s name.

“Hello, Darling. How are you?” Tom smiles into the phone, he took a small break in between takes. Sometimes even getting to call you, which he is grateful for.

“Hi Tommy, I’m good.” You look over at your dinner plate, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m good baby. Have you been eating, sweetheart?” Tom asks so sweetly, you thought making your heart melt.

“Yes, actually I have,” putting on a really good lie, not crying on how guilty you are right now.

“Ok, good my love,” Tom reply’s back praising you, when you shouldn’t be praised at all.

“I miss you, I really want to come home. Hopefully tomorrow,” Tom grins at the other end, he nearly walks into a lamp post. He has the habit of talking while walking.

“Mm, I miss you too, Baby,” You giggle, hugging your pillow. Now on the sofa with one of Tom’s hoodies and your fluffy cover, “That would be great, Tommy. I can’t wait to see you again,”

“Yes, me neither! Love but unfortunately, for now I have to say goodbye, Love you and take care Princess,” You smile hearing his soft words through the phone, “Bye, Tommy love you too,” you hang up snuggling into the sofa falling asleep as you forget about the food.

Over the last month, Tom has been away from you. You love that Tom is working being an actor, following his dream. He is always checking up on you like that recent phone call, just now. Mostly to see if you need anything or have you been eating.

The next day, Tom opens the door early in the morning. Smiling at the peace and quiet, you must be asleep.

As Tom came through your bedroom door, popping his suitcase at the side. You snuggled back into the cover, only moving more when Tom came in the bed with you.

“Good morning, Darling,” Tom whispers, kissing your cheek. You stir nearly fluttering your eyes open, now turning towards him.

“Mm, Good morning,” You mumble, smiling into his chest as you recognise Tom’s voice.

“I’ve missed you,” Tom strokes his fingers through your hair strands.

“I’ve miss you too, Tommy,” You look at him. Tom cups your cheek pulling you into a kiss.

“How have you been, Sweetheart?” Tom cuddles you, breathing your scent through his nose.

“Actually good,” You replied, you forgot that you have not been eating good at all. Always missing meal times, staying in bed because you got no energy.

“Are you sure?” Tom questioned, “I looked in the kitchen..” he sighed, remembering that there was more than a week worth of food, still in the fridge.

You looked away from him, embarrassed at how you got caught. “Darling, I’m not mad at you! I just want to take care of you, you need to eat for your body to function,” Tom lifted your head up to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, the stress of eating getting to you. Especially, Tom being away. Even though, he has been very helpful when he is away.

“Sh, Sh, Darling. It’s ok, I’ll help you!” Tom comforts you as you let a few tears slip from your eyes, he pulls you into his chest more, “I’m not mad, even if you lied to me,” Tom kisses your forehead.

“Are you sure?” You pouted, looking up to him, “Sweetheart, I love you so much! If you struggle with anything at all, of course I’m going help and have patience with you! Even if it’s going to be a difficult journey,” Tom kisses you passionately, feeling the love and sweetness that you have both missed out on.

“I’m always going to be here, for you!” Tom smiles, rubbing your back and wiping your teary eyes.

“I love you too, Tommy,” You smile, “Thank you, your so sweet and patient with me,” You kissed him dearly, smiling into it.

“Always for you, Darling,” Tom whispers.

“How about some breakfast?” Tom asked, “I’ll make it for you and we can eat it together,” he suggested, hopeful that you will try to eat.

“Ok,” You smiled, “Your food is the best,” You giggle as you take Tom’s hand leading you out of bed.

“Of course, Darling,” Tom winked, cheekily. Tom wrapped a dressing gown over you so your not cold, “Thanks,” You giggled.

You make your way down to the kitchen, where Tom looks through the cupboards.

“What would you like? Beautiful,” Tom asks, “Pancakes,” You smile poking your tongue out, “Pancakes?” Tom teases, with his hands on your hips. He nozzles his nose into yours, “That tickles,” you giggle.

“Yes pancakes, haven’t had them in ages!” You kiss his cheek, “Good choice love, with strawberry’s? And Nutella,” Tom questioned.

You nodded, getting the milk out for Tom as he gets the flour and eggs.

You stand behind Tom wrapping your arms around him as he cooks for you both.

“Comfy, Darling,” Tom chuckles, feeling you behind his back, “Mm,”

Tom flips the pancakes in the pan, “You really good at that, wonder where you been practising?” You tease, thinking of him flipping you while in the bedroom.

“You Dirty girl,” Tom licks his lips, placing pancakes and the toppings onto plates for you and him. Catching your lips into a sweet kiss, “Breakfast has been served,” Tom whispers, kissing you again.

You and him bring your food upstairs to eat in your bedroom.

“You should really be eating it, but I’m not going to force you, Darling,” Tom worries, your sitting on your bedroom together looking down at the food.

“I’m going to eat it, don’t worry,” You take a deep breath, putting a mouth full in your mouth and actually swallowing it.

“Omg, that was terrifying,” You breathed out, “You did good, no rush Darling,” Tom strokes your head as he praised and encouraged you.

“I guess I did,” You smiled, “It is yummy,” You giggled. “Are not going to eat yours?” You pouted, “Yes, my love,” Tom smiles, taking a bite out of his pancakes.

You had an idea, giggling as you take pancake to his lips and fed him.

“You got chocolate on my nose,” Tom laughed, you give a cheeky grin as you licked his nose, “Lovely, Y/N,”

“I know, I’m so loving towards you,” You smirked, Kissing his cheek. Tom took a strawberry to your mouth, seeing if you will eat it or not.

“Are you going to eat? Darling,” Tom softly spoke, you nodded taking a bite out of the strawberry from his hand, “You did so well, baby! I’m so proud of you,” Tom gushed, kissing your forehead.

“It tastes better, when it’s your food, out of your hands..” You tease, smiling at him. You are grateful that you have a good, responsible man like Tom. He takes care of you, loves you and appreciates all the little things.

Especially, with your disorder it has been hard but Tom has been loving, caring and supportive through our.

“Oh, I definitely agree myself on that one,” Tom winked, “God, I’ve missed you so much! Darling,” he whispers, over you kissing your lips passionately that you don’t even have any words.

“You said that,” You giggle in between kisses, “I missed you so much too!”

“I know, baby but I can’t express enough that I’m always here for you. Through thick and thin, Darling!” Tom smiles cupping your cheek, caressing it with such care and softness that you will melt under his gaze.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Tom breathes out, looking into your gorgeous eyes with his honey, warm brown ones, “You are doing amazing Darling,” he smiles kissing your lips gently.

“I love you so much too, Tommy,” You smile, taking all the words he just told you, “Thank you for always being there and I’m always here for you too!! Your so good to me,” You kiss his lips savouring the Devine taste that he gives you.

“I know you do, Darling,” Tom smiles taking your hands into his own, “You want another strawberry? My love,” kissing your cheek.

“Mm, I’m sorry I don’t really want it but I’ll try again later,” You pouted, Tom kisses your forehead, “That’s ok, don’t be sorry sweetheart! It’s not your fault. You did good, I’m not going to force you,” Tom sincerely, told you.

“Thanks, Tommy,” You smile, “Can we cuddle?”

“Of course, Baby,” Tom picked up the plates, “You get tucked in, while I put the plates in the dishwasher,”

You nodded, getting under the covers as Tom went downstairs. You soak into the fluffiness of Tom’s personal, special cover. You giggle as he always teasing you because you like to steal it.

“I see you got my cover, Darling,” Tom smiles, crawling into bed with you. You snuggle into his chest as he pulls the covers over you both.

“Yeah,” You giggle, “Don’t hide your face to act all innocent, sweetheart,” Tom goes under the cover with you, stroking your head.

You giggle more and tighten your hands around him, “Cuddle,” You say, “shh and cuddle,”

“Mm, ok,” Tom nozzles his curly head into your neck, “I could, fall asleep,” He smiles.

“Sleep then,” You smuggle into him if that’s even possible, “I’ll sleep with you,” You whisper, kissing your cheek.

“Love you, Darling,” Tom smiles kissing you.

“Mm, Love you too, Tommy!” You kiss him back, actually having a nap in each other’s arms.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #lovers #eating disoder recovery

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