#i hope that no one who actually likes basketball finds this cause they are not the intended audience

[countrymikelover]

heyyy guys here are some gifs from the doc i watched last night :3 couldn’t stop myself from posting

[bbydoll18xx]

Plotting and Scheming

Paige Bueckers x reader

When UConn’s wbb team gets tired of Paige’s pining, they concoct a plan to get you into her arms.

Themes: Mutual pining, slight angst, fluff

Word count: 3.3k

I've gotten a lot of love on my other three little fics, so I hope this one is okay, as well. Let me know if you guys have anything specific you'd like me to write!

Here we go!

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You sat on the sidelines of UConn’s basketball court, admiring the girls fiercely practicing. It was still early in the season, but the dream of winning the NCAA championship kept their grit going.

Having met several of the girls on the team early in your college career, the women’s basketball team had adopted you as one of their own. As a nursing student, you were deemed ‘the fixer of boo-boos’ and you were often around to tend to their cuts and scrapes or to answer their ridiculous medical questions.

That’s where it had all started, and you couldn’t believe where you had ended up because of it.

Your eyes bounced back and forth, following the balls and the whipping ponytails. You always felt so much pride watching them; they were your girls.

Your gaze finds Paige, as it always tends to, and you are mesmerized. She runs, throwing the ball from half court and making it into the basket effortlessly. Without thinking, you stand up, whooping and clapping rambunctiously. She makes eye contact with you, sending you a wink and blowing you a kiss dramatically. Your stomach lurches at the display of affection towards you, and you blush, causing you to glance around making sure no one saw.

Your feelings for the tall blonde had only grown as you got to know her throughout the last several years. She made you feel giddy, like a child with a school crush. As much as you enjoyed being her friend, you had wanted something more for a long time now.

You’d never admit that though. To anyone.

The other girls had spent countless hours trying to get you to admit your feelings for Paige. You held firm, though, vehemently denying any pull or attraction. They would over analyze every interaction between the two of you, and they loved the way your cheeks would bloom with pink from Paige’s compliments and affections. 

In fact, they were absolutely sure that the reason you broke up with your douchebag ex-boyfriend, Zach, was because of your feelings for Paige.

They did not need to know that was actually the case, thank you very much.

It had been on the forefront of your thoughts for weeks before the night where everything had finally exploded. 

You had dragged Zach along to the bar where the basketball team was partying it up, hoping your man would distract you from the longingness you felt for your friend. You felt such a pull towards Paige, and it fucking terrified you. 

You had walked into the bar with Zach, his hand around your waist possessively. The touch reminded you of the last time you and Paige had gone out drinking together. Trying to ignore how you wished it was slimmer and more feminine, you had allowed Zach to lead you towards where the team had gathered in a circle. 

The girls cheered as they saw you approach, thrusting a drink into your hand, encouraging you to catch up to their drunkenness. You glanced around, trying to find Paige in the crowd. 

“Well look who it is,” you heard from behind you. Whipping your head around, you were met with the familiar smirk of your favorite blonde.

“Paige!” you exclaimed, running up to give her a hug, eliciting an eye roll from your boyfriend. You pretended you didn’t see it to keep the peace. You melted into Paige’s embrace, feeling more comfortable in the moment than you had in days.

“K, Bueckers, you can get your grimy hands off my fuckin’ girlfriend,” Zach had sniped, walking away. Pretending as if the man did not even exist, Paige had looked down at you with a wide grin. It was getting harder to overlook her effect on both you and your relationship. 

 The rudeness and nastiness directed at Paige had immediately sent you over the edge.

‘How fucking dare he talk to my girl like that,’ you had thought.

In a sudden fury, you stomped over to him, already busy staring lewdly at some girl who was dancing provocatively in front of him. 

“You can fuck off. Paige can put her hands on me any time she’d like. We’re through. Kiss my ass!” you spat. You spun on your heel and marched back towards the team feeling lighter than you had in months.

“Let's do shots!” you screamed, missing the fond look Paige was giving you.

You snap out of your daydream as you see Paige sauntering over to you where you sat in the bleachers.

“Enjoying the show, huh?” she questions smugly. 

Feeling generous, you nod with a genuine smile. “You guys are doing so great already. You’re gonna go far this season; I can feel it.” The candor of your words causes Paige to beam.

“Listen, we’re all getting drinks tonight at Ted’s. You gonna come with us?”

“Oh I don't know, I've got homework and stuff…” you trail off, trying to find a suitable excuse.

Paige all but pouts. “The girls really want you there. They all told me,” she says knowingly. As if she had planned it, Azzi, KK, and Nika walk over to join you two, all sweaty from practice. 

KK all but jumps on you, causing you to groan under the sudden weight of her body being thrown against you.

“Y’all, please convince this one over here to join us tonight,” Paige pleads, turning back toward you with wide eyes.

You giggle as the girls all jump in, interrupting each other in an attempt to persuade you to come out with them.

You cut them off, trying to stop the cacophony that was echoing off the walls of the gym. 

“I would love to come, but I really have a lot of work to catch up on,” you reason. “If I finish up early, I’ll text you, Paige.” 

Paige nods at this, but you don’t miss the glum look that flits across her face. You sigh half-heartedly, suddenly feeling guilty. You hated making excuses. It was just so hard sometimes, liking her.

“Have fun, guys,” you wave before making your exit from the arena.

As you walk back to your dorm, you feel the pit in your stomach grow larger, enveloping you. Of course you wanted to spend time with Paige, but pining mixed with alcohol and the sensual music of a bar would cause cracks in the hard foundation of your skillful indifference. 

You had been perfecting it since freshman year, but with the way Paige had you feeling lately, you knew it wouldn’t take much for everything to come crashing down.

Walking through your door and sitting at your computer, you get to work, trying to distract yourself. After reviewing your notes for the tenth time and finishing your nursing care plan, you glance at the clock.

Fuck.

It was only 10:30. The girls would probably just be arriving at the bar now, and you really wanted to go meet up with them. 

‘Screw it,” you think. You are going to get drunk tonight, and you’re gonna look hot. You whip out your phone and send a quick text to Paige. Your heart races as she instantly responds. You needed to get your shit in order. Your emotions could not get the best of you tonight.

Over at Ted’s, Paige’s bored expression had quickly turned into an excited grin, causing her teammates to exchange looks of interest.

“What’s got you smiling like that, P?” asks Nika.

“More like who,” smirks KK, glancing at Paige’s phone at your text.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Paige grumbles, trying to hide her blush with her drink.

“Oh c’mon, Paige, this crush is getting ridiculous. Just tell the damn girl you like her,” Azzi demands. “We’re all getting tired of watching you pine over her.”

“Pine?” sputters Paige. “I’m hardly pining. If anything, I’m just admiring…” she trails off.

“Sure, P,” KK drawls sarcastically. “Nothing like admiring your friend’s ass.” 

The other girls snort derisively. KK was not at all off base with that observation.

“Whatever, I need another drink,” grumbles Paige. “Gotta be drunk when my friend shows up.”

Paige walks off, and the second her teammates lose sight of her, they circle up to discuss.

“Jesus, we really need to do something to fix this shit,” Ice says firmly. 

“For real, this is straight embarrassing now!” KK agrees loudly.

Azzi contemplates for a second, before a smirk slides onto her face. “I know what we can do. The only way to get Paige to make a move is to make her super jealous. We can all take turns flirting, and boom! We’ll have two happy lovebirds before we even know it!”

The ploy causes the other girls to laugh hysterically, reveling in the idea of a jealous Paige.

“Sounds perfect!” Nika laughs. “Paige is gonna hate us, but she will be fine once she finally admits her feelings.”

The rest of the girls agree, sipping their drinks and taking great pleasure in what would be coming. 

About an hour later, you walk into the bar feeling incredibly anxious. You were confident in the way you looked; tight jeans with rips that allowed the smooth flesh of your upper thigh to peak out, and a top that showed off your curves deliciously. Lips glossy and hair blown out, you were alluring, wanting all eyes on you tonight. You figured if you got hit on enough, you could distract yourself from Paige’s enticement. Little did you know it’d be at the hands of her own teammates.

You stretched your neck, scouring the bar for the basketball team. Considering their height, they were easy to spot. Flouncing over, you are greeted with the loud, drunken cheers of your favorite girls. 

You giggle at their enthusiasm, suddenly feeling more at ease. You look around, trying to spot the long blonde hair and the wide smile that constantly occupies your consciousness. 

“Where’s P?” you ask casually, trying to avoid any suspicion. This causes the faces of the aforementioned teammates to exchange sly glances that immediately have you worried.

“Oh, she's just over by the bar talking to some brunette,” Nika responds, attempting to gauge your reaction. Luckily, you had been training for this over the last several years.

Did it fucking hurt? Sure, it was like you were being stabbed repeatedly with a fucking knife, but no biggie. You could handle it.

“Cool,” you mumble, staying aloof. “I’m gonna grab a drink...”

Your reaction causes the girls to hoot with laughter once you’re out of reach.

“This is so mean. I feel bad,” mutters Caroline. “I thought we were only going to make Paige jealous…”

“It’s more fun this way. It’s like a secret mission!” KK exclaims. “Getting both of them jealous is fuckin’ perfect.”

As you walk over to the bar, you see Paige talking to a girl. She is smiling in a way that had your stomach doing somersaults, and your face screws up into a look of annoyance. Attempting to ignore the obnoxious giggles of the girl Paige was wooing, you flag down the bartender and order a double of your favorite drink. Lord knows you would need the extra alcohol tonight. 

You look around apprehensively, trying to move time forward with your brain. Your sobriety, in addition to the crammed bar, had you feeling panicked. You needed to get away from Paige before you combusted from jealousy.

Thanking the bartender, who finally slides your drink towards you, you head back to the basketball team, eventually catching Paige's attention.

Pretending you didn’t see your blonde best friend, you bring your straw to your lips in a seductive manner, catching it with your tongue and relishing in the way the alcohol begins to cloud your inhibitions. 

Paige trails behind you, desperately trying to avoid staring at your jean-clad ass.

KK doesn’t miss this. Neither does Ice. They share shit-eating grins, making mocking faces towards Paige, who flips them off in return, a look of embarrassment covering her face. 

You finally turn around, giving up your bit of pretend indifference. 

“Oh hey, P,” you say breezily. “Didn’t see you behind me.”

Before Paige could respond, Azzi is already wrapping her free hand around your waist, bringing her closer to you. She says, “I missed you. C’mon, let’s go dance.”

The blonde’s eyes narrow, but Azzi is already leading you towards the brightly colored dance floor before she could respond to you. 

“The fuck?” Paige mumbles under her breath as the rest of the team exchanges deranged giggles at her shock.

The truth was that Paige was terrible at sharing. Especially you. Even before she wanted anything more than a friendship with you, Paige slightly resented anyone who took away your time and attention from her. 

The signs were so clear. So fucking clear.

Half of the girls follow you to the dance floor, leaving the others to stay with a pouting Paige. Her reaction to Azzi’s contact gives you the tiniest amount of hope, and it gives you a second wind of confidence. 

You dance with the girls, slightly confused at their antics. You were close with all of them, but the touching and incessant compliments had your head spinning.

What the hell was going on? 

Paige was usually the one clinging to you, wanting to make you blush and giggle. Tonight she was acting like a wounded puppy. Her face continuously flashing between a clenched jaw of annoyance and straight bitterness. 

Your attempts to avoid looking at her were futile. This did not go unnoticed by the team, who looked like they were enjoying your longingness way too much. 

You look up at Azzi, begging her with your eyes to tell you what was going on with Paige tonight. 

“Why is she acting like this?” you ask no one in particular, just trying to deduce the weird energy that had accompanied the entire night. The girls shrug and avoid the question altogether, carrying on with their laughing and gyrating.

You sigh, exhausted from the game they were clearly playing. You needed more alcohol or it was going to be a rough night; you were too sober to deal with this. 

“C’mon, shake those hips,” an evidently very drunk Nika, whispers in your ear with a smirk. She brings a hand down to rest on your waist, the other trailing down your back…lower and lower. You look at her, slightly shocked at the affection. Before Nika’s hand could even reach your ass, you feel yourself being ripped away from her by a swearing Paige.

“What the actual fuck, dude?” Paige all but yells at her Croatian teammate, her eyes wild with anger and her jaw clenched with an impressive amount of control. 

Nika just laughs at Paige’s overreaction, along with every other girl on the team.

“What’s wrong, P?” Azzi asks with a mocking tone. “Pissed that someone other than you touched your girl?”

Paige’s voice falters as she responds, “she’s not my girl…just don’t want her to be uncomfortable or whatever…”

Hearing Azzi refer to you as Paige’s girl made your head spin. What the fuck does that mean?

Your head quickly bounces between a smirking Nika, an uncomfortable-looking Paige, and the rest of the team, who were trying and failing, to hold in their laughter.

“I’m confused…” you trail off in a quiet attempt to get some answers.

A few seconds of silence pass before KK breaks it. “Girl boo, just talk to Paige. And use protection.”

Excuse me, what?

The girls vacate the area, leaving you and the blonde staring at each other, both afraid to make the first move.

“Let’s walk back to my apartment. We can talk there,” Paige finally mutters. 

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Things felt vulnerable. Like one wrong move and everything would come crashing down into oblivion. You didn't want your relationship with Paige to be ruined; your one-sided crush already disrupting the delicate balance of it all.

The ten minute walk back to Paige’s felt like years. The air was heavy, constricting your entire being. You held back a sob as the dread seeped into your soul. You couldn’t let Paige see you cry; it was embarrassing enough knowing that she probably already knew of your feelings.

You would get through this. Just let her let you down easy and then you could escape.

As you mentally plan the funeral for your friendship, Paige reaches for your hand, cold from the bitter chill of the night. Your reflexes are quick, wanting to rip it away from her in an attempt to guard the tiniest bit of pride left in you, but you still. 

Nevertheless, you wanted her. And even worse, you needed her. So you allow her to gently take your hand, interlacing your fingers and rubbing a thumb over the smooth skin soothingly. 

It felt so intimate, and the tears in your eyes threatened to spill over your cheeks once more. You glance up, feeling relief as you spot the parking lot of the apartment building. 

As you enter Paige’s room, you look around, trying to memorize everything that made up your friend. ‘This’ll probably be the last time I’ll be here,’ you think solemnly, gazing at the purple comforter thrown haphazardly over the unmade bed. No more giddy nights spent pressed against the blonde, praying she can’t feel the thumping of your heart as she cuddles you.

You sit on the bed warily, readying yourself for the rejection from your most favorite person in the entire world. 

Paige can tell you’re anxious. You unconsciously pick at your fingernails, and your bottom lip is already swollen from being habitually bitten.

She sits beside you, placing a hand over yours again, as if she thinks it belongs there for some reason. In your version of the story, it did. Everything that was yours belonged to Paige.

“I have to tell you something. And I'm really not sure how you’ll react…” Paige trails off, hesitant of how to approach the situation. She clears her throat and continues, “I have feelings for you. I know you probably don’t feel the same, but it’s fine. And the girls knew tonight and were messin’ with me. They thought if they made me jealous enough, I’d do somethin’ about my feelings. And I guess they were kinda right.”

Upon hearing the long winded confession, your ears start ringing and your heart feels as if it might actually combust. 

She has feelings for you? 

You pinch your thigh, slightly wincing at the pain before your face slides into an elated grin. This was actually real.

She has feelings for you. 

Paige searches your face for some sort of guess on how you were reacting to her maundering. With the alcohol still in your system and the shock of her words still reverberating through you, you could do nothing except launch yourself at her gorgeous mouth.

She squeals, momentarily caught off guard by your sudden movement before realizing that the pining she had been doing the last several years was in fact mutual.

Your lips collide, fuckin’ finally, in a kiss that could only be described as heavenly. It was passionate and slow, deliberately savoring the feel and taste of what had been only daydreams for a very long time. 

Ultimately needing to break away for some air, you gaze at each other, reveling in the idea that the pain and heartbreak of years of pining and jealousy was no longer. It was peaceful. It made sense to you, though. Paige was your peace, and you were hers.

Laying down together, you whisper fondly, “I love your teammates so much. Even if their methods are a bit crazy, they really do mean well.”

Paige chuckles in reply. “We are so getting them back for that little stunt, though, right?”

“Of course,” you hum. “Two can play at that game.”

[therealcocoshady]

Could you make a one shot where Marshall x Reader have been dating for almost 2 years, they start talking about kids and the thought of reader pregnant is a big turn on for him.

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Baby talk

You were the first one to be surprised when you felt it. The desire to have kids. You had never been a kid person. You had always found these tiny humans to be terribly underwhelming. To be fair, you didn’t hate them. But you never really understood what all the fuss surrounding babies was. Puppies ? Yes. Kittens ? Absolutely. Human babies ? Meh. When you were a kid yourself, you didn’t show an interest in babies and, as far as you could remember, you had never really enjoyed playing with dolls. And growing up, you hadn’t shown more of an interest in the topic of motherhood. Older people had told you you’d change your mind and eventually come to want kids of your own but you doubted it. When you became an adult and got into serious relationships, you had that talk with your partners and you told them you didn’t want to have children. You enjoyed your free time, being able to sleep until noon if you wanted to, the possibility of spending money on silly things like an impromptu girls trip to Vegas or a new handbag instead of diapers and an overpriced daycare. In your mind, it was clear that you weren’t meant to be a mother. You did have a lot of love and admiration for parents around you, but you didn’t envy them. So you built a child free life that was absolutely wonderful. Sure, it hurt a bit when your previous partner ended up breaking up with you because he changed his mind about kids and you didn’t. But you understood his decision and knew it was the right thing to do, rather than forcing yourself to have kids when you did not have any actual desire for it. You didn’t want to force yourself to live a life that did not resemble you, taking the risk of one day resenting the children you never wanted to raise in the first place. It all worked out in the end : your ex went on to marry a woman who, from what you heard, was wonderful and have a kid with her, and you ended up meeting the love of your life. 

Marshall was everything you hoped to find in a partner. He was kind, funny, thoughtful, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and handsome. Yes, he was older than you, but he was definitely young at heart. If anything, you benefited from his experience in life. Also, him being older and having three grown-up children meant that he was « done with all of that », which was a relief. The feeling was mutual, his lack of desire for more kids having caused a couple of breakups for him as well. But just because the two of you decided not to have babies didn’t mean you didn’t have your hands full with them. Marshall was a loving uncle to his brother’s three kids and you were entering that stage of your life where all your friends were starting families. So whether it was a birthday party, a basketball game, a recital or a baby shower… you had your share of kid-related activities. You liked it though. More than you ever thought you would. Marshall being very family-oriented, he loved that you were involved with his family. Together, you built a perfect life. You had all the fun that came with being around kids, without the obligations. You were the fun aunt and uncle, who enjoyed spoiling other people’s kids rotten and playing with them, before happily handing them back to their parents and letting them handle the sugar crash and the noise caused by the toys you bought them. You thought you’d spend the rest of your life just like this, perfectly content, enjoying a peaceful existence with your boyfriend, with whom you would eventually grow old. 

But then, without seeing it coming, you found yourself thinking about it. Wondering how you would look like with a baby bump. Pregnant ladies had always looked like aliens to you, but you started thinking you’d actually be cute, carrying a little baby. Marshall’s baby. A baby with the cutest nose, pouty lips and the most beautiful blue eyes. The thought of a baby that would be part you part Marshall had your heart melt. And you knew he’d be such a good baby daddy, too. Obviously, he had raised three amazing daughters he was very proud of, but he was also amazing with other people’s children. He was his nephews’ favorite person in the world and he was so great with your friends’ babies. So you found yourself thinking that, if you got accidentally pregnant, it wouldn’t be the worst thing on earth. Sure, it would be inconvenient, but maybe you’d keep it. Not that it would ever happen anyway, since you were more than diligent with birth control. Then, it turned into thinking about what your life would actually look like with a little one. And you figured that, what you would have found dreadful years ago, maybe wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you’d crush it as a soccer mom. Maybe there was actually something beautiful in having kids with someone you love, teaching them stuff and watching them grow up. 

Then, one day, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You actually wanted to have kids. With Marshall. You were at the store, doing your weekly shopping. How you ended up in the baby aisle, you weren’t sure. But you found yourself mesmerized by the tiny items of clothing. Eventually, you came to your senses and mentally slapped yourself. You were with a man in his fifties, who already had his kids and did not want more. Now was not the time to change your mind. As if to imprint the thought in your brain, you went and stocked on condoms, buying a fuckton of them. The cashier even threw you a weird glance. You probably looked like you were doing  a comparative study, getting a bit of everything from ribbed ones to flavored ones. Marshall chuckled when he saw them in the bag. 

That’s a lot of condoms, he chortled. 

Yeah, there was some kind of sale, you lied. 

He shrugged it off and promised to put them to good use. You knew he would make good on his word and figured you just needed to have that silly idea banged out of your system. Except that it didn’t work. You went a few months without talking to him about it. But the more time went on, the more you realized you really wanted a baby with this man. You still liked the idea of having a flexible schedule and 9 hours of sleep a night. But you didn’t love it as much as you loved the idea of carrying this man’s offspring. And the more time went on, the harder it was not to talk to him about it. You dreaded this, though. Because you’d been on the receiving end of that conversation. Of not wanting kids and having someone you loved tell you that they wanted to start a family with you, and having to disappoint them and see the heartbreak in their eyes. So you put it off as long as you could. Until one evening, you weren’t able to hold yourself. 

I think I want a baby, you blurted out when you walked in the kitchen while Marshall was cooking dinner.

You think you want what, baby ? He asked as he turned to you. Sorry, I didn’t hear you over the noise of that kitchen fan. 

No, I said I-I think I want a baby, you repeated nervously. 

You think you want a baby ? He repeated carefully. 

I mean… yeah, you simply said. 

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Clearly, you were taking him by surprise. He turned off the fan and the kitchen stove, before walking to you. 

That’s new, he said matter-of-factly. 

Kind of, you admitted. I mean… I’ve been thinking about it for some time now. 

So you don’t think you to have want a baby. You know you want to have one, he pointed out. 

Y-yeah. I’m sorry, you mumbled as you looked down. 

For how long have you thought about it ? He asked. 

I’m not sure, you admitted. Does it matter ? 

I thought you didn’t want to be a mom, he said. That you were perfectly happy with being an aunt. That it was the best of both worlds. That’s what you said. 

I know, you replied. And I meant it. I’m as surprised as you are, really. But then I thought about how I’d react if I got pregnant. And I realized I wouldn’t mind that. Having a baby that’s part you and part me. 

Oh wow, he said as he scratched the back of his head. 

Yeah, you hummed. And I thought it was just something random and that I’d forget about it. But I can’t. And it’s been months now, and I think you have great genes and that our baby would be really cute. And Target has the most adorable baby clothes and I know condoms are cheaper than a college education but there were little bunnies on the pajamas I saw the other day and I also found out that they make baby Jordan sneakers that look like the ones you love and-

You caught yourself rambling and stopped talking. Now, you weren’t making any sense and you were just dumping the whole thing on him. Probably not the best way to go about it. He was staring at you with an amused look on his face. 

I’m sorry, you said will a sad voice. I know you’re done with it. We’ve talked about it and I know it really sucks that I’m changing my mind but I needed to tell you because I’ve been thinking about it a lot and-

Do you plan on letting me speak ? He asked with a smile. 

Yes. Sorry. 

Ok, he chuckled. I have a few questions. Is there a reason why you changed your mind ? 

Well… you, I guess, you shrugged. I mean, I love you, and I see what an amazing father, what a great uncle you are. 

Ok, he said. And, another question : is that something you want ? Or is it something you need ? 

I don’t know, you admitted. I’m really happy with our life just the way it is. I don’t need a baby to be fulfilled and for my life to have meaning. But I can’t stop thinking of how much I’d like a baby with you. 

Ok, he hummed. So… it’s not something you’d break up over ? 

No, you said. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. And I don’t think I want a baby if I can’t have it with you. You’re the reason I want one. Because the baby I have in my mind… he has your eyes, your nose and your smile. 

Meh. Doesn’t sound too cute, he chuckled. If anything, it sounds like an ad for contraception. 

Oh, come on, you giggled. 

But… he ? He asked with a smile. 

Sometimes she, you corrected. I never really wanted kids so I don’t really care, I guess. Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just dump this whole thing on you… we both know this talk sucks. But I couldn’t really keep it to myself. I needed to tell you. I’m sorry. 

Quit apologizing, babe, he said reassuringly. I’m glad you told me. 

Really ? You asked nervously. 

Of course, he replied. I can tell it hasn’t been easy for you. 

You nodded and he pulled you into his arms before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You closed your eyes and inhaled his scent. You definitely felt lighter after telling him, even though it didn’t really change anything. 

So… can I get back to you on that ? He finally asked. 

Huh ?! You asked as you looked up from his chest.

I think I’m gonna need a bit of time to think about it, he continued. I can’t promise I’ll say yes. But I’ll consider it. 

Wait… seriously ? You asked in shock. 

Isn’t that why you brought it up in the first place ? He mused. 

I don’t know, you said. I guess I mostly expected you to convince me it was a terrible idea. I mean, you’ve broken up with people over that. 

So have you, he pointed out. But it’s you. It’s us. What we have is different. I feel like my family’s complete so I never really wanted to have another kid. But I’m in love with you. And if there’s anyone I’d give it a shot with… it’s you. 

Ok, you said with an emotional smile. 

I’m not saying yes to anything, though, he warned. Don’t get your hopes up. 

But you’re not saying no, you pointed out with a smile. 

I’m not, he agreed. Because even though having kids can be tough… it’s pretty great, too. And I know you’d be a great mom. 

You flashed him a smile and buried your face in his chest.  The simple fact that he was willing to consider it because he loved you filled your heart with joy. 

You didn’t really bring up the topic in the following weeks, but you could see a change in Marshall’s demeanor whenever someone around you talked about kids. You could absolutely tell he was thinking about it. You weren’t too sure what the best way to go about it was. Of course, you were curious to know how he felt about it, what was on his mind. But you didn’t want to be annoying and press him on the matter, so you figured that it was probably better to wait for him to get back to you on that, once his mind was made up. 

Waiting was trying, though. Because in the meantime, you had to watch him interact with countless babies and young children, feeling like your ovaries exploded. Patience is a virtue and that waiting period was definitely an opportunity for you to practice it. Thankfully, it finally came to an end when you came back from work to Marshall waiting for you in the living room, with a bouquet of roses on the table, as well as a paper bag. You greeted him and thanked him for the nice gesture.

What’s the occasion ? You asked. 

Since when do I need a special  occasion to treat my woman to some roses and a present ? He asked back. 

Touché, you giggled. Thank you my love. Can I open the bag ? 

Not yet, he said. I want you to have a look at this first. 

He handed you some papers and you skimmed through it. It was a printing of his schedule for the foreseeable future. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

That’s, erm, fine ? You said, unsure of what he was expecting you to say. 

It’s my schedule, he said. For the next two years. 

I see that, you chuckled. I’m just not sure why you’re showing it to me ? You usually don’t consult me when it comes to your work schedule. 

As you can see, I’ve moved a couple of trips that were already planned, he explained as he pointed to a few dates. Meaning that I’ll be going to LA a little bit more in the upcoming three months. But after that, no more work trips and I put a hold on the performance planning. I’ll stay in Detroit. 

Ok ? You said - still not grasping what he was getting at. That’s nice. But why did you change the schedule ? Is there a specific reason why you need to stay here ? 

Apparently, when you’re trying to have a baby with your woman, it’s better to be in the same city, he grinned. 

You stared at him in shock, your mouth slightly agape. Marshall was smiling from ear to ear. Next thing he knew, you were in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, peppering your face with kisses. 

Oh my God, you said emotionally. Really ? Oh I love you so much, Marshall ! 

I love you too, he hummed. 

I can’t believe it, you whispered. Wait- What’s in the bag ? 

Open it, he chuckled. 

You reached for it and saw it contained a bunch of ovulation prediction kits, pregnancy tests, some folic acid and some lube. 

Apparently, these are the basic essentials for trying to conceive, he commented. 

You’re amazing, you said with the biggest smile on your face. So… we’re doing this ? We’re making a baby ?

If you haven’t changed your mind, yeah, he nodded. 

As a response, you threw yourself in his arms and kissed him passionately. He chuckled into the kiss and cupped your face, staring at you lovingly. 

I’ll give you the cutest baby, you promised. 

I have no doubt, he grinned. 

Do you think I’ll be a pretty pregnant lady ? You mused. 

Are you kidding me ? He asked. God, you’re going to be so hot. The thought of you carrying my baby… You have no idea the things it does to me. 

Oh yeah ? Like what ? You asked defiantly. Show-

Before you had the chance to finish your sentence, Marshall had you pinned to the couch and was grinding against you. It didn’t matter that you were both fully clothed, you could feel his excitement through the fabric. 

I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy, he promised. And I’m gonna make a pretty mama out of you. 

Mmmyes, you whimpered. 

Gonna give you a pretty belly, he continued. I can’t wait to see you carry our child. Can’t wait to start trying. 

When ? You asked pleadingly.  

How about now ?  He whispered in your ear. 

[lelengerine]

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

m.list

the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

[drvirgus]

THE HAERIN IMAGINES ARE DRIVING ME CRAZYYYYY PLEASE I BEG HOW ABOUT A LIL TWIST TWIST

LIKE WHAT IF, HAERIN & THE REST OF THE NWJNS MEMBERS ARE MEAN GIRLS & HAERIN & BASKETBALL PLAYER! Y/N ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP

(that's it:)) thank you very much 🥰)

Hopefully you like it ☺️☺️ I really liked this request and well… I really hope you like the ending 😜😜

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Just a secret

Stuco! Haerin X Basketball player! Reader

Warnings: curse words; suggestive words; angst?

wc: 2.1k

pt 2 pt3

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With narrowed eyes, I leaned against one of the lockers while my friends, Yeji and Jimin, were busy talking to each other. Apparently, they were arguing about a particular cheerleader named Ryujin. I took a deep breath as I felt this conversation slowly but surely getting on my nerves, but I said nothing.

Ryujin had apparently slept with both of them at a party before, of course separately. Now my best friends were arguing, but fortunately, it remained quite civil. "How about Minjeong? Didn't you just have a crush on her recently?" Yeji asked, which only made Jimin roll her eyes.

"What about you? I thought you had something going on with Chaeryeong?" Jimin asked, looking at Yeji with raised eyebrows. Sighing, they both looked at me, arms crossed over their chests. "What do you think? Who suits Ryujin better?" Jimin asked.

My eyes first wandered to Jimin and then to Yeji before I shrugged disinterestedly. "Neither of you," I simply replied, which neither of them liked. Immediately, I heard protests from both of them, so I sighed. "How about finding someone who actually likes you?" I asked, probably a bit too casually, causing them both to roll their eyes simultaneously.

"God. You're such a romantic," Jimin huffed. "Who needs romance when you look this good?" Yeji asked, tossing her hair back with a grin and looking at me with a smile. Jimin laughed in agreement before looking at me. "What about you? You never sleep with anyone," Jimin asked curiously.

Yeji nodded curiously. "Yeah. Don't tell me you're still a virgin!" she gasped, studying my face for a reaction. I frowned at her in disbelief. "Just because I don't sleep with everyone doesn't mean I'm still a virgin," I replied, rolling my eyes, which made Jimin laugh again.

My eyes wandered back over the school corridor as I noticed Jimin, my basketball captain, talking about the next game. Yeji, the vice-captain, listened attentively while I continued looking for a particular person.

There she was. Kang Haerin, the school president and my secret girlfriend. She seemed to be listening intently to one of her four friends.

Everyone knew them. The Mean Girls of the school. For everyone, Minji was probably the most dangerous, as she had slight anger issues and often got loud. Very rarely, she even got physical. Hanni, next to Minji, would never get her hands dirty simply because she never wanted to mess up her freshly painted nails. Hyein laughed at everything and everyone without consideration. Personally, Danielle was the worst. The person who seemed nice on the outside with a pretty sweet and friendly smile until she eventually stabbed you in the back.

I saw Haerin's gaze wander until her eyes met mine. A small, barely noticeable smile formed on my face as I briefly gestured with my head to one of the empty classrooms. Haerin's right eyebrow twitched, and she immediately looked back at her friends, who were upset about something or, more likely, someone.

I turned back to Yeji and Jimin as I pushed myself off the lockers. "See you later. I really can't listen to your chatter anymore," I said simply and made my way to the classroom I had pointed out earlier.

"Very nice."

"Don't forget practice."

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My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me. Haerin grinned. "Is this why you called me here?" she asked as my lips wandered along her jawline. My nails dug into her skin as I inhaled deeply through my nose. I didn't answer, letting my lips continue their journey across her jaw.

"What's wrong, baby?" Haerin asked, holding my face in her hands, preventing me from continuing to seduce her. I sighed, leaning further against the school desk Haerin had me pressed against. I looked into my beautiful girlfriend's eyes and started to smile a bit.

"Nothing. I just want to kiss you," I replied calmly, but Haerin didn't seem to believe a word. Her eyebrows raised. "Y/n, what's going on?" she asked more seriously, making me sigh again. My hands on her hips loosened as I moved my head, causing her to release my face. "I'm just fed up," I admitted, making Haerin take a small step back. Her eyes narrowed.

"Can't we just tell everyone?" I asked quietly, seeing Haerin gradually grasp the topic. Haerin shook her head. "No," she replied, and I looked at her in disbelief.

"At first, the secrecy was sexy," I began, crossing my arms over my chest. "But now I've had enough. I'm tired of making up excuses for why I'm not sleeping with others or why I get angry when I see how they look at you or talk about you," I said seriously, my eyes narrowing as well.

Haerin looked at me. She just looked at me, which probably meant she was choosing her words carefully. I sighed and pushed myself away from the desk. My arms fell to my sides as I scoffed. "Forget it," I said, a bit angrier, as I turned to leave. As often, it was her hand on my wrist that stopped me.

I turned around. "We can't. I have a reputation," she said, making my eyes narrow even more. I took a step closer to my president, disbelief on my face. "A reputation? You think I would ruin your reputation?" I asked, starting to laugh. "Do you know how many people want me?" I asked, making Haerin look at me angrily.

"Then go to them," she replied sharply, making me take a deep breath. I noticed how the dark-haired girl released my wrist, which made my jaw clench. "But I want you," I replied just as sharply. Haerin scoffed and rolled her eyes. "But I don't want to be just a secret," I added.

Haerin licked her lips as she grabbed my hips. I could see her clench her teeth as she pulled me closer. "Shut up and kiss me," she hissed, connecting our lips.

"You don't get it, do you?" I asked as I immediately broke the kiss and pushed her hands away from my hips. My girlfriend looked at me in disbelief, her mouth open. "No. You just don't get it!" Haerin replied, making me shake my head. A clear feeling of disappointment spread through me, making me laugh a little.

"Then I guess I don't understand," I said quietly as I headed to the door and closed it behind me. Leaving Haerin standing in the empty classroom.

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Sweat dripped down my neck as I jumped up once more and sent the ball straight into the basket. The hall erupted in loud cheers as my friends and teammates gathered around me. Each of them slapped me on the shoulder, back, or stomach.

Annoyed, I huffed, which made Jimin, the captain, laugh loudly. "You’re on fire today," Yeji said, immediately putting me in a headlock. My eyes narrowed, and I quickly freed myself from the slightly older woman. Yeji raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "Yeah, yeah. All right. Sorry," she said, making me sigh once more.

My jaw clenched as I got back into position. One of the cheerleaders stood a little behind me, excitedly waving her pom-poms. "You look pretty hot all sweaty," I heard the cheerleader say, probably with a grin on her face.

I glanced over my shoulder to see the slightly shorter woman. Of course. Who else could it be?

Kim Chaewon was once again the one blatantly flirting with me. She had distanced herself from her cheerleader friends to be closer to me, her eyes fixed on me as she bit her lip.

Without giving any reaction, I started jogging toward one of my opponents as they approached.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Haerin sitting with her friends on one of the benches. The benches around them were empty as if everyone avoided them, staying well out of their way. Haerin’s eyes were only on me while Minji typed something on her phone, completely uninterested in the game. Hanni had one leg crossed over the other, painting her freshly done nails. Hyein and Danielle seemed more interested in the game, though Hyein kept grimacing whenever one of the water boys or girls passed by.

The game didn’t last much longer. Yeji, our small forward, managed to end the game with a dunk. Yeji looked happily at Ryujin, but her smile vanished when she saw Jimin talking to Ryujin. I patted Yeji on the back encouragingly, and she looked at me with a sad smile.

I grabbed the bottle given to us by the water girl and took a few sips. From the corner of my eye, I saw Haerin approaching, probably to talk to me, but my attention turned to Chaewon, who was looking at me flirtatiously, swaying her hips (probably to seem sexy) as she walked over.

"So, Y/n. I’ve been flirting with you for months. But I’ve never asked you this, I think. Do you have a girlfriend?" Chaewon asked with a hopeful smile, her eyes practically sparkling.

Normally, I would have just turned her down without revealing if I was single or not. But the anger still simmering in me made me grin. Especially knowing that Haerin was watching and probably listening.

"No. No girlfriend," I replied, placing my hand on my hip. Chaewon’s grin widened as she shifted her weight to one leg. "No girlfriend," she repeated, laughing joyfully. "Good. That’s what I was really hoping for," she added, folding her hands behind her back.

I hummed curiously. "Want to go out with me?" Chaewon asked, and my eyebrows raised. "Oh? Officially? In public?" I asked, a bit louder than necessary. Chaewon didn’t suspect anything and smiled. "Yes. Officially. But we could also... go to my place," she said more quietly, stepping closer to me.

Impressed by the smaller girl’s confidence, I felt my cheeks heat up. If I weren’t hopelessly in love with Haerin, then maybe, just maybe, I could imagine going out with Chaewon. No matter how cliché it would be for a basketball player to date one of the cheerleaders.

But everyone loves clichés, right?

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"What was that?" Haerin asked sharply, pushing off the wall she'd been leaning against. My hair was still wet from the shower I’d just taken. I glanced around before looking back at Haerin. "What's wrong? Now you're talking to me in public?" I asked, which made Haerin click her tongue.

"You're not really going out with that bitch, are you?" she asked, making my eyebrows shoot up. Honestly, I hadn't even answered Chaewon yet. I had just asked for more time, which she had thankfully given me.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I scoffed. "Why not? Hm?" I asked, making Haerin narrow her eyes even more. "Because you're my—" she started but then stopped herself and looked around before continuing in a whisper, "girlfriend."

My jaw clenched as I shook my head. "Really? It doesn't feel like it," I replied truthfully, making Haerin's mouth fall open. She hissed in annoyance and took several steps closer, grabbing my wrist as she had done so many times before, preventing me from walking away.

"Oh no? Then what does it feel like to you?" she asked, her voice low and threatening, clearly irritated.

"Fuck buddies," I answered. "It feels like we're nothing more. We don’t go on dates, we don’t hang out, not even with your friends, because they can't know. We only meet at your place or mine, have sex, and then maybe watch a movie or cuddle," I said, my voice growing angrier.

"You knew what you were getting into," she retorted.

I looked at the dark-haired woman in disbelief. I immediately pulled my wrist from her grip. "Yeah, I knew. I thought that would be enough," I began, laughing humorlessly. I shook my head slightly, seeing the stubborn and stoic look on my girlfriend’s face. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed together.

"But it's not enough," I said more quietly, feeling myself relax a bit. The words that had been swirling in my head for weeks finally came out.

"It's over between us."

Haerin's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. But the stubborn set of her jaw returned quickly, and she stepped closer, invading my personal space. "You don’t mean that," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and desperation.

I shook my head, taking a step back. "I do, Haerin. I can't keep doing this. I deserve more than being a secret."

I took a deep breath and stepped away from her. "Good luck... with whatever you're trying to protect. At least you don't have to lie anymore," I said, slinging my sports bag over my shoulder. "The secret is dead," I added, my voice tinged with sadness as I turned and walked out of the building, leaving my now ex-girlfriend standing there.

It was over...

The relationship between Haerin and me...

was over...

Now, I'm just a part of her past...

Now, I'm no longer just a secret...

[poisonlove]

Omg! You're taking requests!!! ME haaappy! 'cause i have one eheh

Jenna xfemreader

where you find somewhere a love letter for you, actually.. The first part is really sweet, a classic love letter but the second part is.. quite interesting: the anonymous writer describes in detail what they would like to do to you and with you.

You want to find out who the writer is but a suspiciously nervous Jenna tries to stop your "investigation".

Have a good day:)

I actually like the idea a lot. Transitioning from a romantic sentence to something more sensual is something that had crossed my mind before, but I hadn't found a prompt for it until now.

I've made a few changes, but I hope you'll still like it. Enjoy reading!

I NEED YOU | J.O

As I open the locker in search of books for the next class, I notice a folded sheet atop my science book.

Arching my eyebrows in confusion, I scan the school corridor, trying to discern the mysterious sender. The only people around seem engrossed in their cliques, completely oblivious to my perplexity.

With a mental shrug, I abandon the search and focus on the letter, smiling shyly at the unexpected gesture. In an era dominated by technology, receiving a handwritten letter has become a rare and special occurrence. I delicately grasp the letter, running my fingers over the crumpled paper that evidently forced its way through the cracks of my locker. I flip the letter several times, searching for any name on the outside, but all I see is a completely blank sheet.

"Hey y/n!" The voice of the basketball team captain, Isaac Ortega, resonates in the corridor, grabbing my attention. I turn and smile at him, considering him one of my closest friends.

Isaac's brown eyes fixate on the sheet in my hands, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Do you have a secret admirer? Uyy," he whispers, attempting to grab the letter.

With a smirk, I snatch it away, tucking it into my backpack pocket. "Mind your own business, Ortega," I say absentmindedly, rolling my eyes slightly irritated.

Isaac raises his hands in surrender.

"Anyway, see you after practice?" he asks curiously. "I think so… now I have to go, I have a class," I reply quickly, grabbing the necessary book from the locker and carelessly stuffing it into my backpack.

My eyes shift along the figure of Jenna Ortega, Isaac's younger sister, passing by us. Jenna wears her classic earphones, walking elegantly in the corridor. Dressed in ripped jeans and a red and black plaid shirt, Jenna exudes a mysterious aura. As her eyes briefly meet mine, she gives me a small smile before continuing on her way.

I knew Jenna only by sight; however, our conversations were limited.

"Hey JEN!" Isaac shouts, trying to catch his sister's attention. Jenna stops and removes an earphone, turning towards her brother. Isaac grins widely.

"Remember that you have to come to practice today… you promised," Isaac pouts, feigning innocence, and Jenna rolls her eyes, responding with a raised middle finger.

I chuckle softly.

"I love you too, Jenna," Isaac exclaims with fake sorrow, smiling and giving me a quick wink before turning away, draping his arm over the shoulders of a guy walking beside him, most likely a teammate.

I sigh and start walking towards my next class.

(...)

With a heart beating fast, I step through the classroom door, and the breathlessness betrays my sprint to avoid being late. A hurried glance around reveals a reassuring scene: the teacher hasn't arrived yet.

A sigh of relief grazes my lips, easing the tension in my shoulders. The chance to avoid the stern gaze of the teacher grants me a moment of tranquility. With a stealthy step, I head towards the farthest corner of the classroom, finding refuge near the window.

I place my backpack on the desk and sit down, releasing a sigh of frustration.

With a resignation barely perceptible, I begin to diligently retrieve the materials for the new lesson when my gaze stops on it: the letter. An aura of mystery envelops it, and the curiosity creeping inside me is irresistible. The paper, still neatly folded, lies among the books and notes, ready to unveil its contents.

With hands slightly trembling with excitement, I grab the letter, fingers gliding over the smooth surface as I observe its external appearance.

"Good morning, everyone," the voice of the literature teacher dances through the classroom walls, interrupting my brief moment of intimacy with the letter. I avert my gaze from its surface and observe the authoritative figure of the teacher starting to write on the chalkboard.

"Turn to page 75 of the textbook; today, we'll delve into Shakespeare," the teacher announces with authority, outlining the day's agenda. The succession of murmurs in the class, coupled with the rustling of pages turning, creates a vibrant background of activity as everyone prepares for the lesson.

The letter, momentarily forgotten in my hand, returns to the center of my attention with an irresistible pull.

I decide to open it.

Y/n… what I wanted to write in this letter is something quite simple: I like you, and a lot.

"So, Isaac was right," I mutter to myself.

I love everything about you; you're intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly interesting, not to mention a wonderful person. Your eyes were immediately my downfall, the way they light up when you're excited or when they gaze upon me makes me feel excited and, at the same time, as if a shiver runs down my spine.

"I seem to know her…" I think with curiosity.

You make me feel things I've never felt before in my life, thoughts for a girl that had never crossed my mind until I saw you for the first time. I still remember our first encounter, even though I was watching you from afar. We were doing gymnastics, and Jessica spilled water on you, something I still owe her thanks for.

The way you lifted your shirt to reveal your toned stomach to dry your face… it caught the attention of my eyes.

Something in me ignited.

"However… what a peculiar way to confess their feelings," I suppress a smile and continue reading the remaining lines.

Returning to things I like… your lips. Goodness, they are a daily temptation I always want to indulge in. I just want to place my lips on yours and kiss you until I run out of breath.

Your hair… it looks so soft, and I desire to wrap my fingers around it, playing or simply caressing you.

Your smile… voice, laughter… they are all things I like and want to see every day, especially causing and being the recipient of it.

Your hand…

I raise an eyebrow in confusion reading the latter.

I would love to grasp it and intertwine my fingers with yours, check if your skin is delicate, feel the strength of your large hand over mine, completely overshadowing it.

That hand I want to caress my face, running the thumb over my lower lip, gently putting the tip into my mouth, wishing for you to suck on it.

"This letter is taking a strange turn," I think carefully.

I want that hand around my neck, gripping slightly to make me understand to whom I belong, that hand that will later trail along my body with cunning and strength, slender fingers skillfully working on my flesh.

"Damn…" my cheeks flush with red as saliva begins to fade.

I want that hand to spank me if I misbehave… I want that…

"Miss l/n, could you answer the question I asked you?" The teacher's voice diverted my attention from the letter, and with flushed cheeks, I looked into her eyes, receiving a reproachful gaze.

"Can you repeat the question?" I timidly ask, nervously swallowing saliva.

"Where is Romeo and Juliet set?" she asks again. "Verona," I immediately reply, causing the teacher to blink in surprise. "Correct… well, let's continue with the lesson," she begins, and I roll my eyes in annoyance, directing my gaze back to the letter.

I want you to make me feel like no one else has made me feel: possessed. I desire your hand to possess me; I want it to be rough with me because I'm not delicate like a porcelain doll… I simply want you to use me as you please.

I cross my legs, feeling warmth in the lower abdomen.

I want to feel your fingers inside me, enveloped in my warmth, giving me pleasure until exhaustion. I want to see your eyes hooded with excitement as you continue to penetrate me with your fingers again and again, without diminishing the intensity.

I want that tongue working on my bundle of nerves; I want to feel its full length along my intimacy, making me sigh and moan until I'm breathless. I want you to put it in my mouth, letting me taste myself; I want you to keep licking even if I've already come…

I love your name, and I want to moan it every night, day, second of my life… something I already do within the walls of my room.

"Oh my God…" I bite my lower lip. "This girl is making me feel… uh…" I think to myself, unable to ignore the dampness between my legs.

I want you, I want you y/n, I desire you ardently.

—Anonymous.

I fold the letter and begin to contemplate the room, analyzing what I had read. I don't know how, but I would find out who this girl was.

I needed to know.

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 5: The Rich Bear

Here is Tyler:

Nature boy disguised as park ranger. Very out doorsey, loves camping, and an astrologist. Apparently, the lack of light pollution, many night shifts in the woods will introduce you to the stars. And he wrestles bears, races with the deer, swims with the fishes, and lord knows what he does with birds. Sings with them? Basically the Avatar of the Park. And in all his time as a park ranger, poaching has gone down to zilch in his nature reserve.

And then there is John:

The city boy. You would think he was a typical rich play boy. But its an act. When you are put together & don't have to work a day in your life, a lot of people want to use you to get to that status. He spends his waking hours funding charitable causes through art auctions. Yes, the fake play boy has an artist side. Very good for fashion tips too.

They both know each other. They hated each other in high school. Something about being rivals io the same basketball team back in the day. The clashing energy pushing their team to win state every year until graduation. They started out at different colleges. But depending on who you ask, they followed or stalked each other because they ended up at the same uni for the actual undergrad work.

Tyler studied Zoology. John, Fashion Design. And despite not sharing a single class, they ended up at the same club: Scuba diving. The experience inspired them in different ways, and before graduation, they buried the hatchet. They made a promise. If they were not married in five years, they would meet up at a certain park at its main pavilion. This wasn't a marriage proposal, they just were curious on how two different life trajectories could lead to the same resort of being single.

John could have married anyone. He was well liked, well known, and never struggled for a thing. His relationships just ended when he found out their motives or at least his perception of such. His money. One scheme was marriage, divorce, and then a rich alimony. Another, she didn't need to marry him, just get her pregnant. He hoped Tyler was having a better time...

But Tyler never tried. He put his full focus into animal related work, and found he could do the most good as a park ranger. He liked the outdoors too. He could be a bit much, at least once or twice or week, he would go out working shirtless. Something about a better connection to life. Thank god he didn't turn into one of those online life gurus. He figured John would have baby mommas all over the city by now. The ladies were al over him in Uni. A new girlfriend every week. Tyler shuddered at the child support payments. Especially once the court knew he was loaded.

And that was the life, avoiding baby traps, and snapping bear traps, but eventually that date came closer.

At first neither of them were going to show up. What are the chances they both messed up? But they went anyway. A change of environment helps anyone no matter the settings.

Knotfield Park. A giant hilly grass land with pavilions on selected hilltops. The one this pair aimed for was the biggest one in the middle. John came in a Mercedes-Ben, & Tyler a park ranger truck.

They both arrived at the pavilion at the same time. They were both surprised.

"Uncommitted Playboi," Tyler blerted.

"Senator Moosefarts," John responded.

A few moments of awkward silence passed before they both broke into a smile and hugged each other.

John started. "Who knew we striked out unlucky. A rich boy with nothing to do, and a nature boy living it up with bears."

"How did you know? Were you spying on me?" Tyler asked.

"Word got around that the God of the Wild emigrated to the US and I investigated. Come to find out, it was you being you. No matter how much you hide from the world, it finds you. Maybe we should switch lives..", John said, ending in a sad tone.

"All I got is money. Doesn't lead to healthy foundations in the relationship department," he exclaimed.

"Bears scare off the ladies you know." Tyler quipped.

"So what now?" he asked.

"You know I work in auction houses right? So, I get a peek at a lot of stuff with a lot of history. Snagged one for this occasion. It's ~~~Magic~~~." John said enthusiastically.

Tyler remembered that John was into supernatural stuff when he was in high school.

"How is a magic item going to fix our problems? Is a genie's lamp? First wish: never ending apple pie.." Tyler licked his lips.

"Haha, no. A magic mirror. One from ancient Mesopotamia." John Said.

"Historical trash. We going to admire ourselves into a new future?" Tyler said sarcastically.

"Moosefarts, the mirror works as a fortune telling device. You put a piece of your own hair on the polished surface and point it to the stars, and it illuminates the way."

It was now night time. The stars clear in view.

"Let's try it." Tyler said.

"Oh?" John said in confusion.

Tyler already cut off a piece of his hair to put on this mirror. John quickly did the same.

"Why at the same time, Playboi?" Tyler asked.

"Why not." John responded.

He pointed the mirror at the sky. Nothing a happened.

"Maybe you are doing it wrong, Maybe the stars don't give enough light. Point at the moon," insistently said by Tyler.

"Someone is a bit excited by my expensive trash." John Smiled.

He tried the moon, and then the etchings around the mirror glowed. Both Tyler & John could read it for some reason, and they both said

"Two paths, under the moon, converge as one. The source of life, a river."

The mirror's polished surface glowed brighter and brighter until they were both glowing. A light path formed from their feet forming two light roads. Leading to the nearby forest.

"You see what I am seeing?" John asked.

"Yes." Tyler responded.

Tyler trusted his instincts and started following his path.

John hesitated, and then following Tyler's example to not be outdone, followed his.

After 30 minutes, they were in the middle of the woods. Skinny trees, it was fall time to, so not much foliage blocking the way. A lot of brown leaves on the forest floor tho.

Their paths eventually converged, a figure cloaked in light was at the convergence point. They couldn't make out any features except it being humanoid shaped.

"Do yo trust me, John?" Tyler asked.

"This time sure, I got you into this." John joked.

They both walked closer. But as they did. They became enamored by this being. They never stopped walking, and soon they were up real close to it. And yet they didn't stop. They were inside the glowing figure. John half way on one side, Tyler the other. Was it a hologram?

Just then, the light exploded and the two best friends were jerked forward. They smashed against each other & then turned into light particles. They floated for a bit and then swirled around the glowing figure.

The swirling lights that was once John & Tyler converged inside this light being in waves, smashing into it. Each time, the light being gained distinguishing features and became more solid, the light glowing dimmer.

The first wave: The humanoid being was now a skeletal frame surrounded by light.

The second wave: the nervous and vascular system started growing like vines and grew around in and the skeletal frame. A brain was forming.

The third wave: organs and & muscles were formed. It looked like one of those life sized cadaver models of the body without skin.

The fourth wave: Blood starts pumping and skin is formed.

Mentally, John & Tyler were confused. They were inside this light being & at the same time swirling around it.

The fifth wave: They understood. The light being was them. Both of them. In a sense they met their future self and he used the past to bring himself to the present. They were broken down into light and used to make him. Their destiny was to become one and chart a new future. Strangely, they excepted this. Life always brought them together. Maybe that was the hint that they were one being in two bodes. And now they shall be whole.

They gave in. Their minds were broken apart and put back together as one mind.

The sixth wave: John & Tyler's dna was mixed together and added to being. With this set of new instructions, the generic body began to morph.

Tyler's physique was used as the template. The skin tightened & etched Tyler's features the neck down. Loud stretching noises were produced. The biceps bulged out and the shoulders & pecs grew with a popping noise, but John's physique was added as well, and the H body shape was more fleshed out, like being pulled from both sides from the waist. The skin was fighting against this and so he became more cut, and his veins became more visible.

John's face was used as the template. The features morphed to copy John's but soon Tyler's characteristics had their say in this. The eyes became more sunken, the lip color more towards the skin tone. The ears moved to be more like Tyler's. When it came to hair, it was short cut like John's but darker like Tyler's. John's hairline won out, but Tyler's eyes would be used. Tyler's jawline and chin would win out, but John 's potential for facial hair gave him a lowkey grizzled look. The chin was a combination of both, long & thick.

Tyler's ass would form on it, and in the front, John won out. He was well endowed and needed no upgrading. Like his chin, his jewels would get hairy. But Tyler had better leg days from being out in nature, but it would use John's feet. Though for this new being its leg muscles got bigger and stronger than Tyler's, thanks to John.

Throughout this process, he would not make a sound. No moaning, no grunting. The only noise being made was from his body forming. He would find that he had a high pain tolerance.

The Seventh wave: It was shirtless like Tyler likes to be, but it had John's denim jeans.

The final wave: Their life force was added. The light built up again and let out a quick, but bright flash. He was alive. He slumped to the ground and began breathing air. His lungs sucked in the oxygen like a pair of black holes.

Who was he? This was the true final step. The name he chose would solidify the merger of the best friends, there would be one mind going forward. Just say who you are.

He stood up and opened his eyes:

I am James. His jeans became unbuttoned. He fixed that. He would need to get some new clothing.

What does he do in life? Run's charities to fund wildlife refuges. He spends his life between city & nature. James felt a sudden rush of confidence. It was his Tyler half pushing away what kept John from forming relationships: a fear of commitment. He knew someone, Analise. And with John helped push away Tyler's social anxiety. He kept his love of nature but would not selfishly keep that to himself. And with John's money, he could hire a team of new park rangers to protect Tyler's old park. He would still wrestles bears, race with deer, swim with the fish, and lord knows what he does with birds. He would just not do it alone anymore.

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demon slayer headcanons (modern)

(*^▽^*)Tanjiro(*^▽^*) 

-has no enemy’s, everyone in the class loves him

-is that one kid who knows everybody while walking down the halls

-definitely keeps reminders on his phone of plans and people birthdays

-on the basketball and soccer team

-is part of 10 clubs because he can’t say no to people

-gets in fights a lot with Sanemi a lot because he accuses tanjiro of not paying attention 

-kid that is friends with almost every teacher 

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Inosuke( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-class clown

-in detention almost everyday 

-every teacher hates him because he’s always so loud and distracts the class

-everybody finds him hilarious though, and loves him

-on the basketball team 

-always yelling doesn’t know how to just talk, you can hear him from the other side of the school

-uses a 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash 

(*≧∀≦*)Zenitsu(*≧∀≦*)

-is that one kid that is always bring like erm actually 

-everyone finds them annoying but for some reason the popular kids still talk to him (aka tanjiro)

-took on class president cause he thought it would get him more girls

-that one kid who is always crying in the hallways

-hates sports, he hates even watching them because he thinks there boring and a waste of time

( ^ω^ )nezuko( ^ω^ )

-very popular

-great makeup advice 

-always found in the corner of a class with a few other girls gossiping 

-always has information on everyone

-has the cutest pencil case 

-cheer team captain 

-she gets love confessions every week but turns them all down

-she has a very fast metabolism, and likes to go on eating dates with Mitsuri 

(*´-`)kanao(*´-`)

-quite girl

-as A’s in all of her classes

-if you ask her nicely she will help you study

-is great friends with nezuko and tanjiro

-nezuko will try to beg her to join but she is to shy to, but she definitely knows every dance and cheer by heart 

-is part of the band and plays the flute 

-has a lovely singing voice but only nezuko has heard it

-volunteers at a nursing home in her spare time

(๑╹ω╹๑ )Genya(๑╹ω╹๑ )

-people are afraid of him because they are scared of his older brother 

-looks mean but is super sweet

-still can’t talk to girls except nezuko and kanao because he’s so close to them

-plays basketball with Inosuke and tanjiro, but isn’t on the team

-loves to play the drums, he likes how they are loud and he can take his anger out on them

-once played a Roblox horror with muichiro, he got so scared he screamed and threw his phone, he never played again

-definitely has braces 

✌︎('ω')✌︎Muichiro✌︎('ω')✌︎

-loves the window seat

-would play which one of us is Hikaru game with yuichiro 

-come off very rude if you have never talked to him but is very sweet once you get to know him

-sleeper build fr 

-he doesn’t mind sports but he doesn’t do them unless other people are 

-trades hair care tips from nezuko

-is part of nezuko gossip circle and is the o lot boy part of it

-loves to play Roblox, he likes scamming kids on adopt me

This is my first time writing headcanons so please no hate and I hope you enjoyed ☺️☺️

[eden-3000]

Wolfstar going out on a double date with jily at an arcade.

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A/N: I made this into a headcanon list. Mainly because I have never been to an arcade and the only thing I know about these places I picked up from that one scene in Heartstopper and youtube couple vlogs. Hope you like it anyways.

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First of all, the double date was James idea to get Remus and Sirius to get together because he´s the no.1 wolfstar shipper. When he tells Lily about the idea, she is immediately on board.

It´s Sirius´ first time at an arcade. He hadn´t even really heard of it, bc his parents tried to keep him away from ´such uncivilised, lower-class filth´, but he immediately loves it, bc of all the flashy lights

Remus is kinda awkward, bc - while Sirius thinks this is just them going out as friends - he gets that this is supposed to be a date. 

James absolutely aces the basketball game

they car-race against each other. That is the point where things start to get really competitive. Lily - the only one of them, who can actually drive safely - stays always a bit behind and lets the boys rip each other apart. She gets second place after a head-to-head with Sirius. Sirius (a very ruthless driver, which is why he never got his license) makes first place, but Remus won´t let him have it because Sirius threw his jacket at him and therefore distracted him, causing him to drive down the bridge and lose his place. James gets constantly blocked by Lily and fawns over the betrayal (but he finds it lowkey hot, so he doesn´t stay mad at her for long).

Whenever Lily wins something James just shouts ´that´s my girlfriend, y'all´.

Also, Remus decides to keep Sirius´ jacket for the rest of the evening ´for revenge´. And Sirius won´t stop staring at him.

After that, they make everything a competition. In the end, Sirius and Remus are just a few tickets apart and Sirius ´accidentally´ messes up his last try to let Remus win.

They end up taking 16 pictures in the photo booth together - four for everyone. Lily and James find excuses to make Wolfstar sit in each other's laps (for symmetry; it just makes more sense; we don't have that much space in here) and neither of them complains. 

In the parking lot, Remus gives Sirius his jacket back and Sirius constantly smells it on the way home and eventually falls asleep in it.

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PICK A CARD ✶ words to describe your current life v.s your future life﹙💮﹚

one

collab with: @thedivineart

current:

cards: king of wands, the tower, the hermit

life's has been rough for you and you losing hope about your future, it's like no matter how effort and hard work you put in certain situation and doing, you still being end up like nothing, you lose hope about succeeding in your life and you never see yourself being in that situation. there's no good being in negativity, keep trying until you succeed, if you still failed try again, the one of main reason why you have years to spend to try again whenever you failed, made a mistake and learned lesson from it. don't give up, roads might have a lot of rocks however that's was a part of your path, how can you remove the rocks if your just going to stare on it - try to do something so you can move, remember your patience and determination is being tested at this present time. Keep going and keep trying for a better future of yours, blockages and challenges may want you to give up but that is part of your line and the path towards your desire or dream life. Also you really lose hope since no one was their during your hard times, no one is listening to your problems and rants about your life which brings so much sadness and loneliness in you.

future:

cards: the chariot, 4 of swords, ace of swords, wheel of fortune, queen of cups

in future, you will overcome a lot of obstacles in your journey to success. you were to determine to achieve this kind of victory in life, you were working too hard and as well focus in what you do however you might be lucky some rest and possibly your health becomes low if you doesn't learn to focus on your health, balancing is the key here. on the other hand, for some people who pick this pile, I do sense that you still not be able to face your obstacles in life, which causes leaving fear inside of you. stress and anxiety will be knocking at you door and it is a part of your path. your ideas, hard work and intellectual ability will lead you to other places that you never been knew before perhaps your boss choose you to be the representative that will be send to foreign country to deal something important. it likes your mental capability and skills will lead you to the success you want in your previous life. your life might be not really good at the present however that is a part of your destiny or fate, also it is part of your past life karma. you will actually change a lot in future, you will become more mature, focus and serious. you often use your mind to create something creative ideas and plans that can be use to your working skills and success. You actually know what to do and you got some plans for your future, you got the clarity vision of it, don't doubt your intuition. you will becoming someone who is kind, warm and sensitive. as the time past by you will learn from your mistakes, and will be a warning not to do it again. I think of people who pick this pile are Libra or got strong Libra placements into their chart, you could be a psychic too.

extras:

learn to congratulate yourself even in small wins

your mission here in life wasn't to survive, you were here to thrive and we know you can do it

not all the winners are the one who never fail sometimes it is the people who never quit

whenever you brings back the memories on how far you been through, you'll find yourself being thankful

you were strong because you been through in weak and downfall moments

you will be creating the life you want

you are a magnet of wealth and success

when you learn something. teach people. when you get something. give people

resort, gathering, basketball, city & light are bright, pinkish, city, big chandelier, air sign, heartbreaker, clumsy, Asia, bald, cooking, clean/neat, medium, they will approach, a friend, rings, dog, possessive, girl, successful, summer, big, drinks, poor, selfish

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two

collab with: @pinksobg

current:

pile two, your current life came represented with appreciation and/or your passion for something, it came very pretty and a clear image of you getting your hands up as a young apprentice, who is just starting out but this is far from being bad, because you have love for your ideals within you. the tower; for this beautiful apprentice who came like you, here seems to exist a turning point or something unexpected; like when life seems to give you a big punch in the gut, whether it's a worry or something. with the passing intellect or energies in your life, we can see the 6 of swords: oh yes! after that crumbling tower moment, metaphorically speaking, you're picking up your things and moving on. you are going and walking a path where you can think for yourself. is about that, pile 2? look, with the passage of this path; I asked about your emotional state and another movement card came: the car. you are really changing things, it seems here. changing ideas, concepts, airs or even some cycle of people and/or energies. in your current life, spirituality came like the ace of cups: it seems here that good news comes to you like this; with signs, intuition, good advice, acts of charity or kindness (whether from you, others or both parts); you can really receive good news from the universe, affection, love, respect and even a kind of epiphany through words or, like a beautiful sunset or a flower rising.

future:

for the future, pile two, we can see your efforts. we can see the harvest from after times. with the wheel of fortune, it is possible to perceive that it will be a new cycle. spring, summer, fall, winter. page of cups and knight of wands: you will be stabilized, how nice! 💞 you will be with your emotional state and your passions/activities working as a team. is this your wish? this is the result of a lot of practice, right? maybe you'll need protection from envy, but rest assured, you're safe. friend, if you are interested, try a bath of herbs or new scents to connect with your inner desires and needs — sounds like an advice from your future self. everything will be fine and you will grow up, you will learn how to deal with things you want clarification for. moreover, we have here the seven of cups. "Watch carefully how you treat yourself. Then your course will be extremely clear. Focus and surrender to what is really important to you. Choices are necessary."

"The card seven of cups also tells that we tend to create excesses to compensate for some things that are on low."

"To find your own truth and get back on track, you have to stop traveling in illusions. Whatever you refuse to see or acknowledge within yourself manifests itself in your environment with undeniable force. Take healthy responsibilities. When you are willing to do this, a solution can come much faster."

channeled messages: wine, orange, 7, love, cinderella, love (again), welcoming, welcome, cycles, changes, four seasons, apprentice work, discipline, table, pillow, calming music, spiritual words, high spirituality, sun, sunset, courage, fire placements, rising, air placements.

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three

collab with: @alchemie-tarot

current:

cards: 3 of swords, the chariot, queen of wands

you seem to be trying to move on really fast from something heavy and really personal to you. something terrible or something drastically different from what you were expecting had happened. it has affected you deeply but you seem quite determined to not let it show. there is a facade you’re keeping right now— i’m hearing “strong and independent.” you take a lot of pride in appearing put together and making others see that it doesn’t faze you. if this was about a connection, you’re in quite a rush to surround yourself with new people, but for want of distraction that you may be afraid to admit to yourself. it can feel kinda nice for a while but you see, you can only deny the reality of what you truly feel for so long. these feeling will continue to linger not so far off behind you if you keep avoiding to process them, especially if it’s regarding something important to you.

future:

cards: king of pentacles, the sun, the star

very lovely shift of energy!! gradually, this situation will feel a bit bearable to handle. you will let go of the need to rush out of it or run away from it. it’s okay, pile 3; just because some things don’t resolve right away doesn’t mean they won’t ever resolve at all. it may not feel like things are moving right now, but they are, and you will see the change soon, seriously. have some trust that the deep sadness and despair will turn right around in its own way. at some point, you’re just gonna realize that it no longer has a grip on you anymore. for some reason, i feel like this loss ends up leading to a certain gain, a material one. perhaps your story or experience is key for you to start an idea related to business or simply something that leads to more growth for you. something that plants your feet firmly on the ground. soon your own cup will be overflowing. no more baggage. what happened before will stay in the past and will only serve to direct you to the healing and shining happiness that will be in front of you in due time.

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"Buck doesn't like basketball but basketball got him Tommy so it's actually a sweet gift" might be the most self centered arrogant take I've ever had to read - and in that, it makes perfect sense that that's the kind of logic Tommy, who constantly condescends and patronizes Buck, would use.

I see how the line can be interpreted that way if one doesn't like the ship, yeah. But it's not how I meant it and I think that comes across well enough in the rest of the post so I'm not too concerned about this.

Now, I wouldn't necessarily call Tommy condescending or patronising as that implies some degree of willfulness and his behaviour towards Buck up to the moment of breaking up is never deliberately unkind.

Quite the opposite, Tommy shows up for Buck, even if he has to go out of his way to do so, he compliments him, he takes care of him when he's hurt and he listens to him. Does he perhaps not always get it and is fondly exasperated? Absolutely. Just like Eddie, as we saw in the Halloween episode. Those two were on the same page about the curse there, but they still indulged Buck because they both love him.

Honestly, after 6 months the occasional eye-roll or 'sure honey' at your partner is a given because that person might be an idiot but they're your idiot.

That's not to say that Tommy isn't still a deeply flawed individual and that is unfortunately reflected in the way he handles conflict. There are two things specifically that form a pattern: Tommy assumes to know what other people (Buck) feel or think or how they will react in a situation and he runs from his problems. Both of those things are a defense mechanism and something people learn to do as a result of trauma.

Now, is it a healthy defense mechanism? Hell no! It's one that I'd advise anyone who detects these patterns in themselves to unpack with a therapist or, if that's not possible, at least be aware of the issues and try to find coping strategies to prevent self-sabotage.

Also let's be real, if it comes to unhealthy coping mechanisms he's found his people at the 118. Everyone at that station has had a go at those at some point I think. And thank God for that otherwise this show would be dreadfully boring.

And that's also where I would have loved to see more of this relationship. I'd have loved for Buck, who still has so little self-worth that he simply accepts it whenever someone leaves him, to fight for this relationship because they're both worth it. And at the same time with Tommy, who apparently would rather blow up a good thing without cause or reason just so he can be the one to control it, I would have loved for him to take that leap of faith and trust Buck.

It could have been a beautiful story about growth. I actually think it still can be, if the TV Gods are willing.

So, long story short, is Tommy arrogant, condescending, and patronising towards Buck? No. But he's not perfect either. He's a three-dimensional character with past trauma, fears, flaws, and many layers that we unfortunately only scratched the surface of.

And it's okay if you see things differently. It's okay if you don't like Tommy and your opinions and feelings about him are perfectly valid, just as mine.

Anyway, thank you for your message, anon, I hope you have a good day.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

My contribution to Night Kids November

hi guys! I heard it’s night kids November so here I am with some headcanons! I hope you like it!

Night Kids x Reader Headcanons🩷

Takeshi Nakazato

One day you saw a black r32 outside of the coffee shop you were going to

Of course being the big car geek you are you start taking pictures and admiring it until you hear a voice 

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You quickly stand up and see none other than Nakazato himself

“I’m so sorry! Is this your car? It just seemed so cool I wanted a couple of photos to show my friends… I can delete them if you want….”

You look back at the man to see his face being a bright red color

“I-it’s fine! Just wasn’t expecting someone as good looking as yourself to- I mean-!”

He’s still a nervous wreck lol

You’ve been dating for months since then but he still finds himself stuttering and blushing at the littlest things you do

I’m sure Nakazato has some kind of money cause dude has a whole r32 so I’m sure he’d spend the rest on you

I just read he possibly does something with pharmaceuticals so he definitely gonna spend that money on you. Buying you jewelry, the plushie you looked at through the window, and definitely a nice expensive dinner

Gets so excited when you come to his races

The first time he saw you in the crowd he freaked out 

He was happy you were there, but he was scared of all the weird guys that hung around too 

So from then on he just took you with him to wherever he went

If you really don’t wanna be part of the race or you don’t like actually racing then he trusts his team enough to let you stay with them

But if you’re in the car with him while he races he’s gonna wanna show off so much in front of you

But at the same time he’s so scared he’s gonna big a guard rail too

It’s just best if you stay with his team, but he’ll drive for you once the race is over!

He’s such a gentleman

Doors always opened for you, feet rubs, cuddles, you name it and he’s doing it 

His favorite thing to do with you is crafts with you 

Like HE personally doesn’t like doing it, but he loves it when you finish making him a bracelet or a painting and comparing it with his

His definitely isn’t the Best but your smile makes it worth it 

Shingo Shoji

This boy💀

Where as I can see Nakazato with a a partner who doesn’t race or doesn’t like racing, Shingo has to have someone who at the bare minimum likes cars

He probably saw you racing one night, and just as you passed by him he saw your face 

He needed to get your number!

He asked everyone if they’d see this car

It wasn’t until he asked Sayuki when he found out who you were

“A red NSX? Oh that’s y/n! Me and Mako drive with them sometimes. What about it?”

He begged her to give him your number or set you up on a date

Once you guys finally did meet you guys clicked right away

The both of you do weird couple things 100% and have no shame

You’ll get up to grab you and him something and he’ll just smack your butt and be like, “thanks babe” like nothing happened 

A few hours later and you do the same back to him, “it’s payback” you say

The rest of the night you’re chasing each other around smacking each others butts giggling and laughing at each other 

Shingo doesn’t really give gifts, however he loves to do random things with you 

The both of you will look up random things to do around Miyogi or wherever else you guys feel like going 

Or you both will try new things together like cooking, walking around looking for rocks, or even playing basketball, etc.

He’d love to see you at his races

If you were part of a team or races against others too he’d definitely show up to show his support, using every opportunity to say, “yeah she’s my babe,” or, “I bet you wish she was yours huh? Too bad, I guess you’re just gonna have to keep looking from afar.”

If you know how to gum tape then I don’t think he’d mind too much for you to go against him, but he would still prefer not to

If you don’t have a clue about it then he doesn’t wanna risk you getting hurt

His favorite thing to do with you is late late drives

He likes when your in his passenger seat, he likes when he’s in yours

He likes when your racing with each other

At the end of the day as long as he’s with you he’s satisfied 

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

HIII I want to say i love your OCs and your writing that i binge reading them everytime 🥰, especially i love your Yandere Jock story cause I weak for sweet himbo man but actually scary, lol.

If you don't mind , can i ask for a scenario where Damon is playing for tournament, but his team losing by a lot now cause Damon not feeling great at that time, so his coach have to use their ultimate card, bring Y/n here to cheer. Therefore, in middle break, the coach had to snatch Y/n from library, using their authority as PE teacher that Y/n has to follow. Damon shock at seeing Y/N in the tournament , even sitting at the team seat. He asked why is she here,

Y/n grumpy said "I got brought here because you stupid playing today, why are you suddenly so bad?? I thought you were the best player in this school!!!. Fine!! If you don't even win this tournament, then no point in giving you a kiss" . Damon heart stopped at that sentence. Y/n promise him a kiss if he win this??? Afterward, he went back to the tournament feeling full energy and totally annihilated the rival team. After tournament end, with everyone gone wash up and went to party to celebrate the win, only Damon and Y/n in the shower room, hungrily kissing Y/n and make out 🫣

Unbeknownst to everyone, the reason Damon was not in the mood to play was because Y/n rejected his invite to his tournament to focus on her exam lmao

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! fem! reader everyday tidbits: encouragement

"What the hell, Damon?!" One of Damon's teammates screamed at him, exasperated by this usually amazing jock turn into this... Dunce.

"Come on, Damon. What's happening with ya?" One teammate also whispered, patting him on his shoulder. "We need your head in the game here, man. You're our MVP, please, don't be like this."

Damon only frowned, annoyed and sluggish. He really wants to lash out, but he knows he can't due to being this nice guy, so he gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry..." He whispered, trying to get into the zone, but nothing.

The coach noticed this and frowned.

"What's happening to the guy?" The coach asked the member who got benched earlier.

"Dunno. He seems distracted coach." The guy muttered, looking around the bleachers. "Huh... Maybe the reason is that y/n is not here?"

The coach looked at the usual spot you would sit on. And he's right, you weren't there at all.

"... Are you thinking what i'm thinking?" The coach whispered, and the other members nodded.

"You, you watch the game. I gotta go fetch someone." The coach pointed at his assistant before running towards the library, hoping you're there.

He bursted open, earning quite a handful of jumps and yelps, and earning the ire of the librarian and staff.

"The basketball coach? What are you--" The librarian was about to nag when he waved him off.

"No time, I gotta find a student."

Then, he found you, just reading a book that you were too busy with to notice him.

"You, come with me." He said, getting up to your face and frightening you to nodding.

You got dragged to the court and paused when you saw the scores.

"What the hell..?" You whispered under your breath, before narrowing your eyes when you saw Damon looking so off his game.

Pursing your lips, you got to your usual seat and leaned on the railing.

"Oi! You damn dingus!" You yelled, making the whole stadium look at you. The referee was about to charge but the coach made him stop. "What's with this pathetic display? What happened to your skills? Gone? Fine! If you don't do good... No kisses!"

The whole stadium bursts in awe, squeals and blushes of bashfulness.

But Damon was the only one you're looking at, and you watched his face go from bewildered to horror.

"No! I want my kisses!" He yelled, suddenly getting energized and making a mad dash towards the hoop and dunking, earning a three points.

The stadium cheered, making you calm down as his a-game rose.

"Finally..." You grumbled, annoyed but felt good that he got energized when you got here.

Sure, you were also the reason why he's distracted. You did say you won't be attending the game since you're busy with studying...

But come on, he's been thriving before you...

You watched him suddenly getting shot after shot, and hiding from the University journalists trying to cop a pic from you.

After the whole thing, Damon completely annihilated the whole rival team. Looking scary as steam emitted from his body due to his body temperature and the stadium temperature difference.

You sighed in relief before finally going down and back to the library.

Surely, he would go celebrate his victory with his teammate right?

You walked moderately, and when you passed by their locker room, you suddenly got pulled in.

The door locked.

"So, where's my reward?" Damon, freshly showered, caged you between his arms before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

Yeah, he's hungry. But not for food, that's for sure.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Brotherly Cupid – Steve Harrington

Steve pulled up to Dustin's house and honked his horn. Ever since the new school year started after their crazy summer with the mall hiding the Russians, Steve wanted to make sure he kept a better eye on the kids. He took them everywhere he would let them. He took them to school, to basketball practice, to each other's houses. The only one he consistently took without much arguing was Dustin.

He instinctively turned down the music when he saw Dustin walking out of his house.

"Hey," Dustin greeted as he got in.

"Hey, ready for your math test today?"

"We gotta wait," Dustin said when Steve started to put his car in drive. "Y/N's not here yet."

"Y/N?" Steve stuttered. He quickly cleared his throat and put his car in park. "Your sister's coming? I thought she usually has early choir practice before school."

"Yeah," Dustin elongated. "But the choir concert was last week, remember? My mom forced me to go so I dragged you with me."

"Hey," Steve sighed. "Come on. It wasn't that bad. Y/N's solo was good."

"Anyway," Dustin said, rolling his eyes, "since the concert is over, she doesn't have early-morning practice for the rest of the year."

"The rest of the year?"

"Yep," he sighed. "Hope you don't mind taking her."

"I don't mind," Steve said a little too quickly. He looked behind himself, his stomach flipping when he realized the back of his car was disgusting. "Get in the back."

"What?" Dustin laughed.

"We shouldn't make your sister sit in the back," Steve said, trying not to sound as pleading. "Be nice and let your sister sit in the front."

"Y/N doesn't care," Dustin shrugged. "She would probably prefer to sit in the back."

"What?" Steve panicked. "Why? Does she. . . Is she uncomfortable with me? Does she not like me?"

Steve snapped his mouth shut when Dustin turned towards him. He held his breath as he studied him.

"Holy shit!" Dustin laughed as he looked at Steve's blushing face.

"What?" Steve stuttered.

"You have a crush on my sister!" Dustin was practically jumping up and down in the front seat. "And here she comes!"

Steve quickly spun around, his heart jumping into his throat when he saw Y/N locking their front door.

"Here she comes. Here she comes," Steve repeated under his breath.

"This is so adorable!" Dustin was laughing. "Steve likes my sister and my sister likes. . ."

Dustin quickly stopped talking. Steve instantly turned back towards him. "Your sister likes who, Dustin?"

"Nobody," Dustin stuttered.

"Dustin," Steve elongated.

"Steve," Dustin elongated back.

"Tell me."

"It's nothing!"

"Yes, it is! Tell me."

"No."

"Come on, Dustin. Tell me. Does your sister. . ."

"Does your sister what?"

The two let out matching yelps, causing Y/N to gasp as she got in the backseat. "What is wrong with you two?! Dustin, did you not tell him that I needed a ride to school? I'm sorry, Steve. Early-morning choir is over. You don't need to take me to school. I can find another ride. I know it's kind of weird you give Dusty a ride to school, especially since you already graduated. Not that it's weird weird. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. I should get another ride. I really should get a license but I hate driving. It's terrifying and I scare easily. I'm sorry, Steve. I'll go. See you later, Dusty."

"Wait!" Steve said a little too loudly when she started to get out of his car. He ignored Dustin's obnoxious smirk as he turned around and continued, "I don't mind driving you guys to school. It's not like you're going to a different school than Dustin. So, really Y/N, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked so softly it made Steve's heart melt. "I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You could never be an inconvenience," Steve said without thinking. Dustin laughed but covered it up with a cough. Steve sent him a glare before turning back to Y/N. "I mean it. I don't mind driving. I actually like it. In fact, if you ever needed to go somewhere I could take you. If you ever wanted to learn, I could teach you how to. . ."

"Can we go to school before I get too old to go?" Dustin asked, cutting him off.

"Be nice, Dusty," Y/N chuckled as she finally put on her seatbelt. "Steve doesn't have to drive your annoying ass to school."

"She's right," Steve shrugged as he put his car in drive and pulled away from their house. "If I wanted, I could kick your annoying ass out of my car and just drive Y/N to school."

Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N laughed. He had to tighten his grip on the steering wheel to keep himself calm. Dustin looked over and saw Steve's knuckles turning white. He smirked when he got an idea.

"So, Y/N, is that guy Luke still harassing you to go out with him?"

Steve stopped a little too hard at the light. "What?!" He turned around, not caring that he was probably gonna come off crazy. "Luke? Luke who? Jennings? Marks? Wilson? It's York, isn't it? I swear, if that son of a bitch forces himself on you, I will. . ."

"Steve!" Y/N said loudly to cut him off. Y/N looked at his glare, her heart jumping into her throat.

"Umm. . . Sorry to interrupt Staring Contest 1987, but the light's green, Steve."

Steve cleared his throat, turned back around, and drove through the intersection. He couldn't help but keep glancing into the rearview mirror. Not to check the road, but to watch Y/N.

"Has he?" He finally asked.

"Has he what?"

"Forced himself on you."

"Oh," Y/N said under her breath. "He hasn't done anything. . . Yet."

Steve's grip tightened on the steering wheel when he heard the fear coming through her voice.

"He just keeps trying to pressure me to go out with him," Y/N said, looking at her fingers. "I keep telling him no but he's getting more. . . persistent. I don't know how else to tell him no."

"I'll do it," Steve said through clenched teeth. "I can tell him no for you. I can tell him to leave you alone."

"How? By using that bat you made to handle the Demogorgan?" Dustin laughed. Steve snapped his head towards his young friend. "Relax," he sighed, "Y/N knows everything."

"You do?" Steve asked, glancing at her in the mirror. Y/N looked up, making eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"I do," she smiled. "Dusty won't let me get involved, but he tells me everything."

"Good," Steve mumbled. He cleared his throat when he noticed that she had heard him. "I just mean. . . I wouldn't want you getting involved in all of this, Y/N. It's dangerous and I'd hate to see you get hurt."

They drove the rest of the way to school in silence. Dustin kept glancing at Steve, wishing he'd say something to his big sister. When Steve pulled in front of the parking lot, he put his car in park. Y/N reached forward and grabbed his shoulder which immediately started burning from her touch.

"Thanks again, Steve," she said softly. He watched as she got out. Before he could think it through, he rolled his window down.

"Do you have a ride home?" He called out. She turned around, a small blush on her face as she tightly held her books to her chest.

"Umm no?" She said, hesitantly.

"I'll be here," Steve smiled at her.

"Okay," she said under her breath. Steve loved that he was the cause of her blush. She tightened her arms around her books and started to walk away.

Steve wasn't ready for her to walk away yet.

"So, same time tomorrow?"

Y/N turned around again, and maybe he was crazy, but Steve could've sworn she looked more relaxed talking to him.

"Same time works for me."

Y/N turned around and Steve finally let her walk into the school. He was about to leave but looked over and saw Dustin smirking at him.

"What?" He sighed.

"Will you save me the gaggy flirting and just ask Y/N out?"

"You'd be okay with that?" Steve asked, his voice lowering.

"I'd rather have you date my sister than Luke," Dustin scoffed. He cleared his throat and the tone of his voice changed. "I mean it, Steve. I think you'd be good for Y/N. She needs someone who could protect her."

Dustin finally got out of the car and started to walk away but stopped. "All jokes aside, Steve, if you get the balls to ask Y/N out, promise me you'll take care of her. The last thing I want is for you to hurt her."

"I won't," Steve said without a single moment of hesitation. "I could never hurt Y/N."

"Good," Dustin nodded. "Cause if you did, I'd have no choice but to drop you. And for the record, I'd drop you for her in a heartbeat."

* * * * *

Steve's heart jumped into his throat when Y/N walked over to his car alone.

"Where's Dustin?" He asked once she got in.

"He's staying late with his audio club or computer club or D&D club," she shrugged. She looked over at him staring at her confused and giggled. "I have no idea. I was at our usual waiting spot when he suddenly ran past me. He shouted over his shoulder, but I couldn't really understand him."

Steve took a shaky breath when he realized what was going on. Dustin purposefully made something up so he and Y/N would be alone on the way home.

"Guess it's just you and me," he said, trying not to sound nervous.

"You okay with that?"She asked, her voice soft all of a sudden.

"Of course, I am," he said answering a little too quickly.

They were quiet as Steve drove Y/N home. He was about halfway there when he had an idea.

"Hey," he started, clearing his throat, "I was thinking. . . Wanna go get a bite?"

"A bite?"

"Something to eat," he clarified. He paused before adding, "On a date."

"A what?" She stuttered as she turned toward him. "You want to. . . take me on a . . . What?"

"A date," Steve said again. He quickly added, "If that sounds like something you'd be interested in."

Y/N opened and closed her mouth, not entirely sure what to say. Her head was swimming with responses and reasons. Finally, she had to ask.

"Why?"

"Why do I want to go on a date with you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't understand. I thought I was just Dustin's older, quieter, weirder sister."

"You're not weird," he said quickly. "To be honest, Y/N, I like you. I think you're funny and kind and smart. And you always take such great care of the kids. I know Dustin keeps you as far away from all the UpsideDown crap we deal with, but I don't blame him. If he tried to get you involved, I would've shut him down."

"I thought. . . You barely know me, Steve."

"I know you," he defended. "I mean. . . I think I know you."

"Steve," she sighed, trying to ignore the sinking in her heart. "When you were still in school, you didn't even know I existed."

"I knew you existed."

"Did you?" Y/N scoffed to try and cover up her voice crack. "You never looked my way. Even after you started hanging out with Dusty, I don't think you even smiled at me."

"That doesn't mean I didn't know you existed," Steve tried to shrug off.

Y/N looked away when Steve pulled into her driveway. She started to get out, but he grabbed her hand.

"Wait," he said quickly, "I'm sorry I ignored you. It's not a secret that I was an asshole when I was still in school, but I like to think that I've changed. Give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N, one chance is all I'm asking."

Y/N chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked into Steve's eyes. He may not have known her in high school, but she knew him. Did he mean this?

"Please," he said, softer. "Let me prove to you that I've changed. Dustin knows it, but give me a chance to show you. Please, Y/N. Will you go on a date with me? Just one date. And if you don't have fun or you don't like me then. . ."

"I'll go."

"Wait, what?" He stuttered.

"I'll go on a date with you," she said, her face beginning to burn.

"Really?" Steve couldn't help but ask.

"Really," Y/N said, her voice softening.

"Great!" Steve chuckled. "How about tonight? I can come back and pick you up in a little while."

"Or we could go now," Y/N said as she nervously played with her hands.

"I'm free now," he smiled.

"Great," she said. She cleared her throat before adding, "Just let me drop off my backpack and tell my Mom. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

Steve started to cringe at how dorky that sounded but the blush on Y/N's face made that cringe go away. He leaned his head against the headrest and tried to think of where he could take her. He jumped when someone knocked on his window. He rolled it down and glared at Dustin.

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me," Dustin instantly responded. "I came out here to tell you how excited Y/N is to go on your date, but now I won't because you were being an ass."

"She's really excited?"

Dustin's smirk softened. "Yes," he said, "she is. She came running in, smiling from ear to ear, and started rambling to my Mom. She told her you had finally asked her out and wanted to make sure her outfit was cute enough."

"She always looks cute," Steve smiled as he looked at their front door, waiting for Y/N.

"Anyway," Dustin said slowly, "I also wanted to come out here and talk to you."

"Okay," Steve shrugged. "What's up?"

"I meant what I said earlier," he said, "don't you dare hurt her."

"I won't," he chuckled.

"No, Steve," Dustin said firmer. "I'm serious. My sister is the most important person in my life. If you hurt her, I will make every day of your life miserable. Don't. Hurt. My. Sister."

"Dusty."

Dustin yelped and turned around. "Did you just threaten him?" She asked her little brother.

"Well. . . No. . . I mean. . . Kinda. . . But I'm your little brother."

"Dusty, I love you, but I don't need your protection," Y/N said, still oddly calm. "And Steve is not going to hurt me."

"I won't," he said mostly to her and not Dustin. "I swear, Y/N, I would never hurt you."

"I believe you, Steve," she smiled at him, making his heart jump into his throat. She turned to Dustin and kissed his forehead. "See you later, Dusty."

She walked around the car and got back into the front seat. Steve turned toward Dustin and lowered his voice. "I mean it," he said sincerely. "I'm not going to hurt her, Dustin."

Dustin looked at his sister, instantly seeing how happy and excited she was.

"You better not."

"Bye, Dusty," Y/N called out to him.

"Yeah, bye, Dusty!" Steve smirked. Y/N playfully hit his arm, her hand lingering on his elbow. She slid her hand down his arm, Steve instantly intertwined their fingers.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Ready and hungry," she joked.

"Then let's get you something to eat."

[princess-glassred]

Here's a very silly idea i had for a little losers club misadventure:

It's the school's annual track and field day and all the loser's club kids are excited to participate, most of them have at least some rudimentary knowledge of sports and some of them even have some skill like Mike and Bev, so they're all very pumped. Even the people who are not very good at sports like Richie and Eddie are still pumped because Richie gets to run around willy nilly and Eddie gets to do something different than just lay in his house with his mom all day. Their fun day hits a snag though after the first round of games ends and everyone takes a break to check the rankings so far and the gang notice Henry Bowers is miraculously last place in all of them.

Henry might be strong and fast but he only knows how to use it in regards to violence or bullying, things like teamwork, following the rule book, and even listening to people telling you how to play the game is lost on him so he winds up in last place everytime. Take the violent blood lust, bigoted opinions, and trauma from this guy and you're just kinda left with a kid who doesn't actually know how to do much because he just bullies people all the time. Go figure.

The loser's think this is actually reallh funny at first until Stan points out how if Henry humiliates himself in a masculine competition like this, ESPECIALLY to them, he'd probably be in a pissed off mood for months and take it out on every member of the group. He'd be extra violent, extra mean, extra cruel, it'd be like when he got braces, but, like, a million times worse. So unfortunately for them it no longer becomes a matter of winning the games anymore, now they all have to intentionally try their hardest to lose in hopes that Henry doesn't actively try to kill them tomorrow. And yeah, letting Henry Bowers beat you is painful, but i'd reckon getting your face cut off is even moreso. He sucks so much that the losers aren't even aiming to make Henry win, they just wanna all rank one spot below him so he doesn't blame them. Richie could literally stand still and Henry would still find a way to lose at basketball.

This of course leads to whole heaping of silly antics, when Henry is criticized for poor sportsman ship, Richie tries to one up him by breaking a baseball bat in half but kinda just struggles with it for a while until he gets too winded and gives up. Everyone has to just quietly shut up while Henry trash talks them, but thankfully his insults are far less nasty than usual since they're around teachers. Eddie's mom shows up, enraged to find out Eddie hid the fact they were doing track and field day from her and promptly leaves with her son, which Eddie is supremely thankful for cause it means he doesn't have to pretend like Henry's better than him anymore. Richie begs to be taken with him and when he doesn't, Stan consoles him by joking that if Henry beats them all to a pulp after this Eddie can take care of them in the hospital.

When the second round of games ends and they see the scores still haven't changed Bev just loses it and screams "How can anyone be so untalented they can't even win when seven people are cheating for them?!".

All and all... it's a very frustrating experience tbh.

[chimmyboii]

Just Go with It (Part 6)

Part 6 (Final Part!)

Author’s note: Hi guys I’m really sorry this is so late, I had a lot of Uni work to finish and I was working late shifts and if I’m being honest I forgot all about this fic, once I again I’m really sorry! But this is the final part and I hope you guys love it and thank you so so much for all the support!

Warnings!! This part contains smut so if you are under the age of 16 please do not read.  

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When Prom night finally came, Eddie honestly thought he would be calm and chilled. But no, he was shitting himself. Eddie paced back and forth in his bedroom tugging at the bow tie around his neck, muttering curses under his breath. He eventually ripped the tie off and threw it on the bed, a breathy chuckle sounded behind him. Eddie spun around to find his Uncle Wayne leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a wide smirk on his lips. 

“Never thought I’d see the day, you’d get all dressed up for a girl,” Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his frizzy hair. 

“Y/N isn’t just some girl,” he muttered, bending over and picking up the tie once again. Uncle Wayne just hummed in response before reaching out a hand and taking the tie from Eddie’s hand, he then motions Eddie to take a seat on the bed. With Eddie seated, Uncle Wayne wrapped the tie around his neck and began to tie it in a loose but firm knot. 

“You’re nervous,” Uncle Wayne stated and Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, fucking shitting myself, honestly,” The palms of Eddie were damp with sweat which he wiped on the thighs of his new black trousers. “I just don’t want to fuck this up for her, you know, it’s important to her.” Once Wayne was finished he took a step back and folded his arms again. 

“Just go with the flow,” Wayne said, as it was so simple. Eddie shot him a look which caused the older man to let out a gruff laugh. “Now I know I don’t have a lot of experience with the ladies but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about life in general is that getting caught up in the what ifs, ain’t worth it. You just gotta go out there and give it your best shot,” Eddie stared at his Uncle for a moment, almost in awe at the man who had raised him. This was the first time he and Wayne actually had a heart to heart, and it was almost like a father son bonding. The thought made Eddie stiffen slightly before he snapped out of it and bounced to his feet. 

“Shit, I better go before I’m late,” he moves to the door but stops and turns back to the older man. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne, really I mean it.” The older man just hums and follows him to the front door. Eddie smooths back his hair once last time before rushing towards the van. 

He was late, he noted as he pulls into the schools parking lot. He turns off the engine and flops back against the chair. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply through his nose before opening his eyes again. He turns and looks at the back of the van. Eddie had installed a blow up bed that somehow managed to fit, he added some blankets and pillows. There was a case of beer next to the bed along with a pack of skittles and some popcorn. Eddie turns back around and spots some seniors all dressed up entering the school, seeing them made Eddie even more nauseous. Although Eddie was excited to see Y/N, he was also dreading it. It had been weeks since Eddie told Y/N he loved her and although she did mumble those three words, he wasn’t sure if she meant them. With all the prom planning going on, Eddie couldn't decide how to bring it up; he also didn't want to pressure her. After taking a handful of air, he opened the door and step out. Eddie tugged at his suit jacket a few times and fiddle with his tie before making his way towards the school. 

When he made it inside, he felt all his nerves disappear and a feeling of pride appeared in the pit of his stomach as he takes in the hallway. Every locker was decorated with gold balloons and white confetti and on the door that took him to the schools basketball court was more balloons and a large sign that read ‘1986 Prom’. Eyeing the swirl of the letters, Eddie knew immediately it was written by Y/N. He smiled softly and pushed the door open. Eddie’s brown eyes immediately found Y/N, the breath caught in his throat as he took her in. She was breathtaking, beautiful, everything Eddie could ever want. Y/N wore a lavender gown that was made of silk and it fanned out around her. Slowly, as if he was compelled, Eddie made his way towards her. Just as he was a few steps away, Y/N turns to him and her face lights up. Her eyes twinkling under the lights and her smile made Eddie’s heart race.

“Eddie!” She gasps, her hands reaching out for him. Eddie quickly steps into her embrace, letting her arms curl around his waist. Y/N peeks up at him, her eyes soft now that she stares at him. “You look amazing,” she mutters and Eddie flashes her a smirk.

“Are you saying I don’t look amazing every day?” Y/N giggled while reaching up and slapping him gently against his chest.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbled playfully before her attention returns back to party around them. She bites her lip and Eddie watches as her eyebrows furrow together as she watches everyone dance around the room.

“You think it’s okay?” Y/N asks, her voice quiet. Eddie smiles softy, before reaching out and gently gripping her chin, turning her attention to him. 

“It’s more than okay, Y/N, it’s amazing. But then again what do I expect when it’s creator is also amazing,” Y/N snorted before pushing up on her toes and pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. 

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips and Eddie merely hummed before shifting his head and deepening the kiss. 

Eddie breaks the kiss for a moment, leaning back to look at her. “I don’t think I told you yet,” he breathed, pressing a quick kiss to her still parted lips. “But you look absolutely beautiful,” Y/N smiled and before she could say anything else, Eddie swooped in and stole another kiss. All the thoughts he had before he entered the hall were gone and all he could think about was her. Kissing her under the lights just like she wanted. Any worries he had, he’ll deal with later. Tonight was all about her.  

They danced and kissed under the lights for hours before Y/N was called away to crown Prom King and Queen. Eddie wasn’t remotely interested in the whole crowning ceremony, in fact the entire time he kept his eyes on Y/N. In the end, Chrissy Cunningham was crowned Prom Queen and some kid named Marcus Gardner was crowned King. The crowd was stunned when Y/N announced Marcus as King and Eddie was quick to understand why. A tall lanky boy with dark curly hair staggered up the stairs. Eddie watched as he clumsily fell to knees when Y/N went and placed the gold plastic crown on his head. Eddie had seen Marcus around the school, he was the quiet type, mostly kept to himself. He definitely wasn’t who Eddie expected to Prom King. Eddie watch as he slowly walked over to Chrissy and stood next to her. 

“And now it is time for the King and Queen’s to have their first dance,” Y/N announced and the crowd parted, creating a circle. Marcus cleared his throat and turned to Chrissy and lifts out his left hand, Chrissy smiles at him before accepting it. He lead her down the stairs but stopped when Chrissy’s emerald green dressed got caught on her shoe. Marcus quickly bent down and unhooked it before grabbing a piece of the dress and helping Chrissy down the rest of the stairs. Once they were in the centre of the circle, Marcus turned to Chrissy and gulped nervously. Chrissy smiled before placing her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer to him, she reached out and clapped their hands together. 

“Sorry if my hand is sweaty,” Marcus whispered and began to sway them side to side. “I’m really nervous,” Chrissy giggled before letting go of his hand and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Me too, Marcus,” Chrissy revealed and Marcus face fell in relief. As the couple danced, Eddie watched as Jason Carver’s stood in the background alone, watching the love of his life laugh in the arms off another. Eddie let out a low laugh as Jason storms out of the hall, the door slamming against the wall but nobody turned to see the commotion, they all stared at the new royal couple dancing in the centre. Y/N slid her arm through Eddie’s when she comes to stand beside him. Eddie bends his head slightly to press a kiss against her head. Both of them watch Marcus and Chrissy dance.

“How the hell does a kid like Marcus become Prom King,” Eddie starts, eyes still watching the couple. “I mean why did they vote for him,” 

“They didn’t,” Y/N confirms quietly and Eddie pulls away to look at her. “I did,” Eddie tilted his head.

“You wanna explain a bit more, sweetheart,” Y/N chuckled turning to face him fully before leaning up and wrapping her arms around Eddie’s neck. Instantly, Eddie wrapped his around her waist and begin to slowly sway.

“I mean everyone technically voted for Jason, but someone lost the ballot box and Marcus had the most votes,” Eddie sniggered.

“You mean you lost the ballot box,” Y/N shrugged with a smirk.

“Have you got any evidence, Mr Munson, to prove your theory,” Eddie’s own lips pulled up in a smirk before he leaned down and pressed a kiss against Y/N’s. 

“Why Marcus, though?” Eddie questioned and Y/N sighed turning her head back to said couple. 

“Because Chrissy likes him,” Y/N confirmed and Eddie’s eyes widen. “He was tutoring her in biology and I don’t know I guess Chrissy saw something in him that she really liked. But she was scared because, you know, she’s popular and he’s not.” Eddie nodded. “I don’t know, I guess I wanted her to have a chance to make a move or something,”  

“And you thought making him Prom King would do that?” Eddie chuckled and Y/N glared at him playfully before nodding towards Chrissy and Marcus’s direction.

“Well its working is it not?” Eddie turns back to them and smiles because Y/N’s right: it is working. Chrissy is resting her head on Marcus’s chest, her eyes closed and a content smile on her lips. Marcus rest his own head against hers and seems to be glowing under the disco lights. Eddie turns back to Y/N and grins. “Fine you’re right,” and Y/N beams in triumph. While everyone joins the prom King and Queen dancing, Eddie leans down and whisper in Y/N ear. “Can we get out of here now?” Y/N frowns and looks towards the punch table where Nancy is stationed along with two other Cheerleaders. 

“I promised I’d stay and clean up,” Y/N smiles apologetically and Eddie groans, his head fallen against Y/N’s shoulder. He turns his head slightly and begins to press soft kisses against the column of her neck, letting his tongue flick occasionally. Y/N moans quietly before pressing her hands against his chest, halting his movements. “Maybe I can try and get out of it,” Eddie smirked  and presses a kiss to her lips.

“Maybe that’d be a good idea,” he agrees. Y/N turns quickly and moves towards the table and leans to whisper something to Nancy. Nancy smirks and turns to look at Eddie before her attention falls back to Y/N. She nods and waves Y/N away but not before playfully winking at her. Y/N rushes back to Eddie, her face flushed pink. “Nancy said it’s fine, I can go but I want to say bye to Chrissy first,” Before Eddie could say anything, Y/N is running in Chrissy direction. Chrissy quickly untangles herself from Marcus before throwing her arms around Y/N hugging her tightly. When the girls finally released each other, Y/N made her way back to Eddie. They both reached for each other at the same time, Eddie wrapping his arm around Y/N waist and Y/N slipping hers around his. 

When the rest the front doors of the school, Y/N winced coming to a halt. Eddie turned to her and noticed her rolling her left ankle. Without saying a word, Eddie reached under her, keeping a hand on her back before lifting her up.

“Eddie!” Y/N shrieked, laughter falling from her lips. Eddie let a laugh of his own before using his shoulder to open the school doors. He continues to carry Y/N all the way to his van, her giggling all the way. Once they were inside, Eddie immediately starts the engine and takes off while Y/N is still tugging on her seatbelt, Eddie’s belt was long forgotten.

“Are we in a hurry?” Y/N laughs as Eddie puts his foot down on the accelerator. Eddie doesn’t say anything to her, but a smile tugged at his lips. He drives them for another five minute before he slows down and takes a left into what appears to be a field. 

“Okay, I get it,” Y/N begins but then stops when Eddie backs the van up and rotates the van until the front of the van is facing the road the just drove on. Y/N turns back to Eddie, her face scrunched in confusion. “Okay…I don’t get it,” and Eddie laughs before jumping out and motioning her to do the same. The field in front of them is covered in wildflowers, there various different colours. Ranging from purple, red, blue and yellow. Y/N can’t believe the sight in front of her. While Y/N is taking in the view, Eddie has opened the back doors of the van and spreading the blankets over the blow up bed. At the sound of Eddie rustling about, Y/N turns to him and gasps as she sees the set up. Her hand comes up to her mouth in awe and surprise. 

“Eddie, what is all of this?” She whispers, her eyes still glued to the blankets and the blow up bed. Eddie didn’t answer, he walked to her and took her hand tugging her to the fort he built for them. As the lay down on the blow up bed, Y/N turns to him. “Seriously, Eddie what is this?” Eddie turns to her with a soft smile.

“Now that prom has finished, I thought we could go back to being us now. You know just chilling, hanging out,” Y/N eyes crinkled as she smiled back.

“You know technically, we were still hanging out even when I was planning prom,” Eddie snorted at her.

“If your definition of hanging out is you writing in that notebook of yours and me strumming my guitar, not speaking, then you might wanna check a dictionary,” Y/N chuckled before they fell silent again. They stared at the stars above them for a few moments before Y/N broke the peaceful silence.

“This is kinda cliché,” Eddie let out loud sigh before siting up, Y/N laughed out an apology as she tried to tug Eddie to lie back down beside her. Y/N curled onto him, laying her head on his chest. “I’m just saying, it’s not very rock n’ roll of you. But I like it,” she whispered the last part before peering up at him. “I like that you show this side of you to me,” Eddie stared at her for a moment before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. Both their lips hold together, Eddie breathes harshly through his nose as he presses his hand against Y/N shoulder. Slowly, Y/N moves back, lying flat against the blow up bed, Eddie hovers over her. Eddie runs his tongue against the seam of Y/N lips and immediately Y/N opens her mouth. As their tongues touch for the first time tonight, Eddie lets out a groan. Y/N’s hand reaches up and fists Eddie hair, the other hand grips his shoulder. Eddie pulls his lips from hers and trails them down her neck, sucking lightly on the skin where her collarbone meets her neck. Y/N lets out a soft sigh, tilting her head further to the right, allowing more room for Eddie. After he was satisfied with the mark he left on her skin, Eddie makes his way back to Y/N lips before pressing his own back to hers. Ever so gently, Eddie lets his hand slowly trail down Y/N’s form, allowing it to land on Y/N covered knee. Without breaking the kiss, Eddie tugs at the dress but it doesn’t budge. Pulling his lips away, he leans back and peers at Y/N. She pulls herself onto her elbows and watches Eddie’s hand hover over her left knee.

“Can I?” Eddie whispers, his nose nudge Y/N’s cheek. A quick nod and Eddie pulls the dress up until it is bunged around Y/N’s waist flashing a pair of cotton white panties. Quickly, Eddie makes his way down Y/N body stopping between her thighs. He presses quick wet kisses to her thighs, pulling soft sighs from Y/N. Eddie lift his head slightly, hooking both his index fingers in the top of her panties before he began to gently tug them down. Y/N lifts her hips, allowing the material to slip down her legs completely before her thighs parted once again, barring herself to Eddie. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breaths, his eyes glued to her heat, the area surrounded by patches of hair and glistened under the moonlight. Gently, Eddie lowered himself down until he was directly above her clit. Inhaling, Eddie flick out his tongue, licking up from her entrance to her clit in full swipe. Y/N gasps loudly above him, bucking her hips. Eddie chuckles and pushes her hips down and holds them there as he continues to flick his tongue. 

“Eddie!” Y/N whimpers, her hands gripping the blanket till its wrinkled between her fists. Eddie begins to feel an ache in his tongue which causes him to slow his movement and wrap his lips around the bundle of nerves. He sucked her clit hard causing Y/N to let out a strangled cry, her hands leaving the blanket and finding his hand which she tugs at hard. Eddie moans at a particular hard tug and releases the bud, moving to use his tongue again. This went on for another few minutes until Eddie notices how ragged Y/N’s breathing has become and how loud she was getting. Releasing one of her hips, Eddie brought his hand to her entrance and began slowly inserting a finger. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her breath hitching. Just then her back arched and a long moan tore from her throat. Eddie groaned as he felt her walls flutter around his finger, the sudden tightness created difficulty for Eddie to keep moving his finger. Once the blissful high had slowly faded away, Y/N reached down and tugged at Eddie’s hair, trying to get him to pull away from her now sensitive core. Eddie pressed a kiss to each of her thighs before climbing his way back to her. Y/N reaches up and connected their lips, moaning at the lingering taste on Eddie tongue. She pulled away, breathing heavily. 

“I want to go back to yours,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust. Eddie stared at her for a moment, his thumb rubbing along the swell of her cheeks. 

“You sure?” He questions and Y/N quickly nods, kissing him one more time. Eddie pushes off Y/N and quickly climbs into the driver seat, Y/N pulls the van doors shut before following Eddie and climbing into the passenger seat. As soon as Y/N is seated, Eddie quickly turns on the engine and swerves out of the field on back on the road. 

It took nearly twenty minutes to arrive back at Eddie’s trailer, the entire time Y/N was rubbing her thighs together. Eddie spotted her thighs clenching together when he pulled up outside his trailer. As soon as Eddie had turned off the engine, Y/N was climbing over the gear stick and into his lap. Eddie let out a startled moan when her lips roughly crashed against his. An arm wrapped her waist, tugging her closer and instantly Y/N began grinding against Eddie’s hard length. Her hips moved back and forth, both of them breathing harshly into each others mouths when Y/N dragged both of Eddie’s hands and placed them over her covered breasts. Eddie squeezed them which caused Y/N’s head to fall back in ecstasy. 

“Y/N,” Eddie rasped, drawing her attention back to his brown eyes. “If we’re going to do this, I’d rather do it on my bed,” Y/N huffed out a short laugh before agreeing. Y/N pushes the door open and slid out, Eddie following behind her. Quickly, the pair sped walked towards the front door, Eddie pulling the key from his pocket. While Eddie fiddles around with trying to put a key in the lock, Y/N leans up, wrapping her arms around his waist, attaching her lips to the corner of his neck. An electric tingle shoots down Eddie's spine to his fingertips. He shudders as Y/N places another kiss to the skin. 

“Sweetheart, I’m trying really hard to concentrate here,” He groans and Y/N giggles pulling away. Without her distracting him, Eddie is quick to get the key into the lock and push the door open. Eddie enters first, looking towards the small living area, scanning for his Uncle even though he knows he’s at work on the night shift. Turning back around, Y/N is shutting the front door softly before her eyes connect with his. She takes a step towards him and all of the sudden reality kicks in.

“You want something to drink?” Eddie splutters out, moving towards the kitchen not waiting for a response from Y/N. He opens the fridge and pulls out a can of coke. He slams it on the table and turns to Y/N. “No? Maybe some food, I can make a sandwich or-”

“Eddie,” Y/N cuts him off, her voice soft. He sighs before running a hand through his unruly hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m nervous,” Y/N frowns at him while walking over and placing a hand on his bicep.

“I’m nervous too, Eddie,” She confesses and Eddie smiles slightly.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Of course, this is a big deal,” Eddie nods and wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers. Y/N eyes him for a moment before saying, “we don’t have to if you aren’t ready,” 

“No I do,” Eddie reassures her, “but I’m scared incase I fuck it up,” 

Y/N shakes her head and lets out a breathy laugh. “Then we’ll fuck up together…literally,” Eddie snorted before pulling her into his arms. Y/N sighs before snuggling into his chest more. Bending down slightly, Eddie presses a kiss to her head. Pulling back, Y/N takes Eddie’s hand and tugs him gently towards his bedroom, Eddie follows along tripping over his feet, drawing a laugh from Y/N. 

Once inside the room, Y/N pushing the door closed before placing her hand on Eddie’s chest and pushing him gently until his back hits the door. Stepping up on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck before brushing her lips against his. Eddie leaned in further, pushing his lips against hers, applying more pressure before wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N tilts her head, deepening the kiss until their lips smack together harshly. Eddie’s hands travel up Y/N waist, over her arms and up past her shoulders until they grip her face. Pushing himself off the door, he begins to guide Y/N towards the bed. They stumble over discarded clothes, giggling into each others mouths until the back of Y/N’s knees hit the bed. Pulling away from each other, Y/N takes a seat on the edge of the bed and Eddie crouches down. He pulls Y/N left leg towards him and begins to unbuckle her stiletto heel, pressing kisses to her ankle as he does. He moves onto her other leg, doing the same until both heels lay disregarded behind them. Eddie’s eyes trail back up; Y/N lay propped on her elbows, her chest rising and falling quickly. He flashes her a smirk, before pulling up the skirt of her dress and disappearing under it. Y/N let out a squeal when Eddie’s lips wrapped themselves around her bud. He ran his tongue along her slit, down to her entrance and back up before suckling on her clit again. 

“Eddie,” she gasps, trying to grip her the edge of her dress so she could see him. “Please, I-I need you,” Eddie pulls away and peeks out from under her skirt. 

“But you have me,” he chuckles, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Not like that,” she grumbles, flopping back on the bed. Eddie chuckles again before standing up. Once again, Y/N pops herself on her elbows, watching as Eddie begins to unbutton his shirt. The shirt falls down his arms and onto the floor, exposing his pale skin that is littered with small tattoos.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you shirtless,” Y/N whispers, her eyes roaming over the newly exposed flesh. Eddie feels his skin warm under her stare.

“And…do you like w-what you see?” He mutters, he voice unsure. He peers down at his body and for first time ever, Eddie felt insecure. He didn’t have a six pack like Jason did, his stomach wasn’t completely flat and he was probably more hairy than him as well. Y/N’s eyes fluttered back to him, a smile appeared on her lips. It was sultry and seductive. She scooted over to the edge of the bed, her hands reaching out to touch the skin of his stomach. Y/N caresses him, her hands trailing up and down.

“You’re perfect,” she whispers, bending slightly to press her lips against his left hip. Eddie lets out a shuttered breath, relief floods him. Eddie pushes her back against the bed again before leaning over her and connecting their lips. Y/N’s hands grip his hips, her fingers hooking on the loops as she tugs him to her. She opens her legs wide, allowing him to fit in as her tongue plays with his. Y/N pulls away, her eyes gazing into his. She hand reaches up and tugs at her dress. Eddie pulls back, falling onto his side, allowing Y/N to sit up. Quickly, she climbs to her feet and reaches up at her side and begin trailing her zip down until her lavender dress falls down at her feet. Eddie sucks in a breath as he gazes at Y/N in nothing but her lingerie. As Y/N reaches behind her and undo her bra, Eddie pulls himself into a sitting position before dragging Y/N into his lap. Pulling the bra away and tossing it to the side, Eddie makes eye contact with her bare breasts. Her nipples pebble into hard nubs under the cold air and Eddie groans loudly before bending down and pulling one of the nipples between his lips and sucking hard. Y/N throws her head back, her breath hitching in her throat. Licking all the way around her breast, not leaving a patch of skin untouched, Eddie switches over to the other breast and repeats. Y/N grips his hair, tugging at hard, her hips moving back and forth, emitting another moan from Eddie. Another hard tug and Eddie is pulled away from her breast. Y/N is heaving as she peers done at him, her eyes glistening under the light.

“I can’t wait, Eddie,” she breaths, bending down and pressing a kiss to his red lips. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.” Flipping her over until she’s on her back, Eddie bounces to his feet and unbuttons his trousers before tugging them and his boxers down his leg and throwing them across the room. Y/N lifts up her hips, hooking both her index fingers into the band of her panties before sliding them down her legs. Eddie watches the movement, his hand reaching for his length, giving it two hard tugs. Y/N’s eyes fall on to his cock, the movement of Eddie’s hand makes her wall clench around nothing, fresh essence gathers around her entrance. Eddie curses as realisation washes over him, a hand runs over his face.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N whispers, fear in her tone. Eddie huffs before taking a seat next to her.

“I left the condom in the van,” Eddie mutters, cursing himself internally for being an idiot and running the mood once again. Y/N is quiet for a moment before reaching over, her hand clasping around his dick. The sudden touch causes Eddie’s hips to jerk, thrusting upwards. 

“I’m on the pill,” Y/N admits, her eyes focusing on the movement of her hand. She squeezes slighting, a moan falls from Eddie’s lips. Y/N eyes fall back to Eddie and she smiles at him. “I want all of you Eddie.” Her hand leaves him when Eddie moves to hover over her. Their lips find each other again, hands caressing each others skin before Eddie reaches down and run a hand along Y/N’s heat and felt the wetness gathered there. He reaches for his cock and runs the her wetness along the length before dragging the tip along her slit, gathering more of the natural lubricant. He swirls his dick around one more time before placing the tip of his cock against her entrance. Eddie looks up at Y/N, her chest raising and falling, her eyes dark with want. She nods at him and Eddie inhales as he slowly pushes forward. Instantly, her walls grip him, the warmth and wetness make his hips stutter. Y/N lets out a long exhale, her hands gripping his shoulders, leaving red indents with her nails. Eddie halts his hips for a moment, allowing Y/N to adjust. He kisses around her neck and collarbone, pulling harsh breaths from Y/N. Moving further down, Eddie wraps his lips around her left nipple suckling on it once more. The action causes Y/N to clench involuntary around his dick. Eddie thrusts forward slightly on a groan, his voice vibrating around Y/N’s nipple drawing a moan from her. 

“Move, Eddie,” she whispers against his ear. Slowly, Eddie pulls himself up onto his hands,  and began retracting his length from her until just the tip nudge her entrance. Eddie pushes back in and begins moving his hips in soft strokes. His lips connect with Y/N once more, capturing her breathy moans. He feels her left hand trail down from his shoulder, running along the length of his arms until her hand slips beneath them. Her fingers brushes against his length, causing Eddie to jolt, before they reached their destination on her bud. Eddie peers down and watches as her fingers swirl around her clit, slowly but hard enough that her walls clamp around Eddie tighter. Eddie’s eyes watch as his length leaves her heat for a second, it is coated in her wetness. A white glob has formed around the base of Eddie’s cock, the sight of it make Eddie’s whole body tingle and melt like butter. He couldn’t believe he was the one getting to experience her like this, feeling her like this. He pushes his length back and instead of the slow grinding pace he once held, he began to pound into her. Eddie grips ahold of Y/N’s thighs, pushing them up slightly and holding them to his chest. His hips began an erratic pace, causing his eyes to shut in pleasure. Y/N’s once breathy moans were now at a high octave. She still circled her clit but this time she was pushing down harder. 

“Oh my God, Eddie,” she managed to breathe out. Her whole body was tingling, heat collecting at the base of her stomach. It continued to pulse, getting tighter and tighter until Y/N couldn’t hold it anymore. She didn’t get a chance to warn Eddie as the orgasm washed over her. Her hands grips the duvet as her back arched. Eddie groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening until finger indents appeared on the skin. He thrusts four more times, slamming into her convulsing heat, before he freezes. His balls clench as he empties himself into her channel before he slumps down on top of her.

“I love you,” he groans into her shoulder, pressing hard kisses to the skin. Y/N giggles, the fog of pleasure finally lifting.

“I love you too,” she whispers into his ear, pushing back his hair. Eddie smiles blissfully into her shoulder, rubbing his nose along her length of neck when the words hit him. He pulls back quickly, his eyes wide as he peers down at her. 

“You what?!” He yelps which causes Y/N to laugh even more. Eddie studies her for a moment, she was sweaty, her once tamed her was erratic. Little wisps of hair stuck to her forehead and her neck. But she was beautiful, especially with the post sex glow radiating off her which he created. 

“I love you, you idiot,” she laughed and Eddie smiled so wide before grabbing a hold of her cheeks and roughly pressing their lips together. Eddie pulled back and quickly ran to the bathroom.

“Eddie?” He heard her call out, her voice dripping with confusion. He grabs a rag and runs it under warm water before skipping back into his room. Y/N is propped up on her elbows, beautifully naked. Her skin glistering under the lights making Eddie stop in his tracks. He lets an groan that was almost animalistic. He felt his flaccid dick bob slightly as all the blood once again began to rush to his dick. The action drew Y/N’s eyes to the lower part of his body and Eddie watches a she gulps. Making his way over to her, he pushes her down gently until she’s flat on the bed again. He nudges her legs making them fall open, Eddie inhales sharply as his eyes view the flushed pink flesh of Y/N’s core. He watches as her lips clench around nothing, pushing out the white sticky liquid. Eddie’s eyes trail the liquid as it slides slowly down to Y/N’s ass. Groaning, Eddie falls to his knees, the rag disregarded on the bed as he tongue lick up the conjoined juices. 

“Ewww, Eddie!” Y/N squeals and Eddie chuckles darkly before licking at her entrance again. He peers back up at her, a cocky smile on his face.

“You love it,” he states and Y/N nods, her eyes dazed with lust.

“I do…I love you,” she breaths and that’s all it took for Eddie to climb back up over her body and connecting their bodies once more. 

The sun shone like a spotlight through Eddie’s curtain, blearing directly onto Eddie’s face. He let out a groan and tries to roll over but the movement causes more pressure on his bladder. Sighing, Eddie pulled himself into a seating position a runs a hand through his unruly hair. He gets up and moves towards the bathroom, his eyes still glued shut with sleep, when his hip barges off the chest of drawers, knocking off a few items. Eddie’s eyes snap open as he peers at the girl in his bed, she stirs for a moment before turning over. Letting out a sigh of relief, Eddie bends down and picks up the cans of deodorant and a notebook before hurrying out the room and into the hall. He places the notebook and can on the kitchen cabinet before stumbling into the bathroom. Once he was finished, he wandered back into the kitchen and decided to try and make breakfast. After looking through the fridge four times, he resulted to just making scrambled egg and toast. Turning on the hob, Eddie spots the notebook he left on the counter. It was Y/N’s, the one she was writing in when she was planning prom. He picked up and spotted hearts drawing on the corner of the cover and her initials and EM written inside them. Eddie chuckles, a warm feeling appearing in his stomach. He moves the notebook to the side when he spots a piece of paper hanging out the bottom, he goes to tuck it in when he notices the logo. It the logo of University of California. Frowning, Eddie pulls out the letter, a cold feeling appearing in his chest.

Dear, Miss Y/L/N

Congratulations! It is with great pleasure that I inform you of your acceptance to the business programme at the University of California. 

Eddie felt his heart shatter as his eyes flutter to the top of the page. The letter was sent three weeks ago. The whole time she was planning on leaving, leaving him. Eddie quickly shoves the letter back into her notebook, the paper crumpling slightly due to the force. He paces up and down his small kitchen, running a hand through his hair. Was she ever going to tell him? That thought kept echoing around his head. Graduation was two weeks away and Eddie was sure of one thing, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. It was something he didn’t think of, he just assumed he’d be still going to school, playing shows at the Hideout, living in Uncle Wayne’s trailer. But now that he thought about, things were gonna change, even if he didn’t want them too. The guys at Hellfire, Jeff and Gareth they probably have places at college or university too. They were going to leave, make something of themselves, forget all about Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. Henderson and Wheeler - there was no doubt in his mind those guys were going to be big somewhere in the world of science. And Y/N…she was going to shine, somewhere in the big city. She would have a big house, with a porch so she could sit in the sun and read her books. She’d probably have three kids who adore her and a husband that works in a big fancy company, earning the big bucks. A man she’d be proud to call hers. She deserved that, all of it. Clearing his throat and blinking away the tears that suddenly formed, he straightened up as he heard the bedroom door creak open.

“Morning,” Y/N yawned, walking around the kitchen counter wearing nothing but Eddie’s Hellfire shirt. She wraps her arms around his waist and pushes up on her toes and presses a kiss to Eddie’s lips. Eddie froze, his heart hammering in his chest and his hands slowly pushed her away. He knew what he was about to do would break her heart, probably shatter it into a million pieces. But he had to do it, it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t hold her hostage even though he loved her, it wasn’t fair. Y/N deserved a life outside of Hawkins, something he couldn’t give her. She peered up at him, immediately sensing something was wrong.

“What is it?” For a moment, Eddie thought about lying, saying he was fine. Be selfish and pull her back into his arms. But he knew eventually it would all blow up in his face. He nudges his head towards her notebook, which still lay on the countertop.

“When were you gonna tell me?” At first Y/N looked confused before realisation filled her eyes. She let out a small laugh and shook her head.

“Oh that. That’s nothing. My Mom wasn’t happy when I told her I wasn’t going to apply for any colleges or universities so she opted to apply on my behalf. I’m not going to California,” Relief flooded Eddie for a moment before he became confused.

“Wait what? What do you mean you’re not going to college or university?” Y/N took a step back and folded her arms.

“I’m staying here in Hawkins,” she stated, her head tilted to the side. “With you,” she added and Eddie felt his whole body tense. She was giving up her life for him. Rapidly, Eddie began shaking his head. Y/N frowns watching him have a break down. 

“No, no, no, no. You can’t,” he began muttering under his breath, his hand gripping his hair in tight fists. Y/N goes to reach for him but Eddie pushes her away, her back hits the cabinet with his force. It didn’t hurt, well physically, but it did shock Y/N. 

“Eddie!” She yelps, reaching out again and gripping his arm. “It’s okay, it’s not a big deal,” Eddie shook her off, storming past her and into the small living area.

“It is a big deal, Y/N!” He growls out, flopping down on the couch, his head falling into his hands. “You’re ruining your life if you stay here,” he manages to grit out. Y/N takes a deep breath and slowly walks to the living areas until she’s standing in front of him. 

“But I want to stay here,” She folds her arms, her bare feet toeing at the carpet. “I want to stay here with you,” Eddie feels his heart crack in his chest. 

“You can’t,” he mutters, his eyes glued to the floor. Nausea travels up his throat but he swallows it down. Y/N let out a confused chuckle and Eddie finally looks up at her. Her eyebrows are pinched together, her eyes wide almost fearful. It’s killing Eddie knowing he’s the one that making her feel afraid. That he’s breaking her heart.

“Why not?” She questioned, her voice quiet, hesitant. Eddie takes a deep breath and looks up at her. 

“Because there’s no future for us,” Y/N goes to object but Eddie cuts her off, his voice harsh. “Come on, Y/N, wake up! You’re all happy now but what happens in a few years when you see all your friends getting degrees, big jobs, getting married…having babies,” he swallows as he watches Y/N’s face drop. “you'll look at your life and wonder where the fuck you went wrong,” Y/N shakes her head but Eddie isn’t finished. “Instead of the white picket fence, you’ll have a trailer and instead of the hard working husband, you’ll have me selling drugs to minors to pay our bills. Don’t you see, Y/N, everything you’ve dreamed of you can’t have with me. We don’t have a future, not together anyway,” Y/N stares at him for a moment, tears slipping down her cheeks but she doesn’t cry. She just stares at him.

“Have you ever asked what I want?” She whispers, her voice hoarse. “Have you ever once asked what my dreams are? Because if you did, you’d know I don’t want a big house or the big fancy job, because that’s all fake anyway. I want something real, Eddie. I want to come home after a shitty day and sit and listen to you talk about Hellfire, not come home and have my husband,” she spat the word husband at him, “demand I go cook his dinner or see to our kids because he’s too busy with his friends or watching football to do it himself. And I don’t want a big fancy job, I want to be a planner. I want to plan birthday parties o-or weddings. A-And I don’t need a stupid degree to tell me otherwise. That’s what I fucking want Eddie. I want all that with you, but clearly I was an idiot for thinking you wanted the same thing,” Before Eddie could say anything, Y/N stormed into his bedroom and throw off his shirt and began tugging on her underwear, then her dress. Eddie slowly followed her, his heart racing in his chest. Y/N begins tugging at the zip, trying to pull it up but it’s stuck. Eddie reaches forward to help but Y/N slaps his hand away. “Don’t touch me, I don’t need your help,” He winces and takes a step back. Eventually, the dress is zipped and Y/N bends and grabs her bag and makes way for the door but Eddie grabs ahold of her arm.

“P-Please, Y/N, we need to talk about this,” Eddie stutters, his voice cracking as the reality of the situation became clear. He fucked up and now he’s going to lose her for good. Y/N shrugs his hand off, her back still to him. She hesitates before turning around, her eyes rimmed with tears.

“What is there to talk about Eddie? You’re right there isn’t a future for us, we both want different things,” Eddie quickly shakes his head.

“No that’s not true,” Y/N lets out a bitter laugh.

“Really? Then what the hell is this about huh? Why did you freak out when I said I wanted to stay here with you? If you love me like you said you do, that wouldn’t have scared you,” 

“I do love you, Y/N!” Eddie’s voice cracks, his legs shaking beneath him. Y/N looks at him distraught, she shakes her head once.

“Clearly not enough for you to picture a life together,” Eddie groans, his head falling into his hands.

“You’re only 18, Y/N! You don’t know what you want,” Eddie tries to reason but Y/N just scoffs before her index finger begins to stab Eddie in the chest.

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel!” She growled out, “I know what I want, who I want and if you’re too scared then that’s on you Eddie. But don’t try and put this on me. I may be young but what I feel for you, I doubt I feel it for anyone else.” She breath heavily after the end of declaration. Y/N leans her head back against the trailer door and shuts her eyes before opening them and focusing on Eddie. The tears on her cheeks have long dried now and she doesn’t look as heartbroken, in fact, she just looks numb. Indifferent now. “I think we need space…a timeout, to see what we really want,” 

I know what I want! Eddie wants to scream but it’s like he’s lost all the ability to speak so he just nods. Y/N stands up straight and turns and opens the door. Eddie watches as she walks down the stairs, her long lavender gown flowing behind her. She never once looks back, just keeps walking forward until she’s just a purple speck in the distance.

For days all Eddie did was drink in his bedroom. Dustin and the rest of Hellfire tried visiting him but he never opened the door. Eventually, Uncle Wayne busted his way into his room and found him passed out on the bed, bottles of beer scattered on the floor beside the bed.

“God give me strength,” Uncle Wayne mutter before stalking into the bathroom and filling up a cup of freezing cold water before waltzing back into Eddie’s room and pouring it over the boys head. Eddie bounces up with a gasp, before falling off the bed and landing on the bottles with groan. “Get up shithead, it’s graduation day,” And with that Uncle Wayne leave his room. Eddie sat on the floor for a moment, the feeling of dread and the echoes of an a hangover washed over him. If he attended the graduation he’d see Y/N and a part of him was dreading it but there was a part of him that was desperate to see her. Pulling himself off the floor, he stumbles over the bottles. He clutches his head as a throbbing pain appeared around his temples. Uncle Wayne sits at the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.

“Better get coffee down you before the big day,” He nods to the steaming cup of coffee sitting on the counter, directly in front of Eddie. Eddie notices a packet on ibuprofen next to the mug, he quickly pops out two pills and throws them in his mouth before chugging back the coffee. Placing the mug back down, a black suit hanging by the window catches his eyes. 

“Where’d you get that?” Eddie questioned, nodding towards the freshly pressed suit. Uncle Wayne looked at it for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the newspaper.

“It was mine,” was all he said. Eddie gaped at his Uncle for a moment before clearing his throat.

“And why do you have a suit?” Eddie pressed. Uncle Wayne looked up at him with a deadpan expression.

“Why the hell do ya think, boy? I may not have done much in my life to show it, but I did graduate high school,” Eddie snickered at Wayne’s dig. The older man looks at the watch on his wrists and lets out a sigh. “You better get a move on and get ready or you’ll be late,” He nods towards the suit hanging up. 

“Umm…thing is, I’m not gonna go,” Eddie stammered out and Uncle Wayne spat out his coffee. Eddie winced, scratching the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean you’re not going?” Uncle Wayne spluttered and Eddie sighed.

“What’s the point?” He muttered under his breath but Uncle Wayne heard him loud and clear.

“What’s the point? Eddie it took you 3 years, longer than an average student, to get here. But you did and that’s something to celebrate,” Eddie’s heart warmed at his Uncle’s words but Y/N’s betrayed face appeared in his mind, vanishing the warmth feeling and instead Eddie felt cold again. 

“I can’t,” Eddie whispers, he feels his throat tighten and his eyes blur. “I can’t see her,” Uncle Wayne sighs before closing the newspaper over and standing up. 

“Now I’m not going to pretend I know what happened between the two of you but I am going to offer my insights as someone who have see the two of you together. Yes, the two of you are complete polar opposites but there is something there that works. She’s get you and you get her, not many people get that and especially at your age.” Eddie shakes his head and sniffs.

“Well it’s over. I told her we don’t have a future, not together anyway,” Eddie admits and Uncle Wayne stares at him for moment but he lets out a hum.

“Ahh…good old fear of commitment,” Uncle Wayne states and Eddie scoffs before folding his arms.

“No it’s not,” Uncle Wayne chuckled. 

“Mhmm, right,” Eddie is silent for a moment before his shoulders fall down.

“You’re right, I got scared. I-I saw a letter from a university in California, she got in. And I just freaked out. I’d always assumed, I think, that she’d leave, you know eventually. But then she said she wasn’t going and I freaked even more. I accused her of throwing her life away to be with me, that she’d wake up one day and look at her life and see that this isn’t the life she wanted for herself. Then she’ll blame me and eventually that love she felt will turn into hate,” 

“Y/N isn’t your Mom, Eddie,” Uncle Wayne said tentatively, reaching out and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and  squeezes it. “She’s not just gonna walk out when things get tough, and if the last 4 months have taught you anything is that she’s just as stubborn as you. It’s okay to be scared, this is a big thing, sharing not only your life with a person but also letting them into your head as well. I’m not gonna tell you what to do, son, but I know one thing; you’ll hate yourself for the rest of your life if you don’t at least try and patch things up,” Eddie looks up with watery eyes and before he knew it he’s pulled Uncle Wayne into a bone crushing hug. “Don’t let your Mom ruined your life even more than she’s already done,” Wayne whispers into the crook of Eddie’s neck before squeezing hims just as tight. 

Uncle Wayne parked the truck in the parking lot, Eddie’s leg was bouncing rapidly in the passenger seat. 

“What if she doesn’t talk to me,” Eddie mutters and Wayne let out a breath before pulling out a cigarette. 

“Then you chase after her until she does,” Eddie looks at his Uncle before nodding and climbs out of the truck. Quickly, he makes his way towards the school door, barely registering that this will be the last time he ever steps foot through those doors, his mind was solely on Y/N. He races towards the hall when a voice stops him.

“Edward Munson, you and I need to talk!” Turning around he sees an angry Chrissy Cunningham stalking towards him. She wore a floral dress which did not match her mood as she storm up to him and began stabbing him in the chest with her finger - much like her best friend had done. “What the hell are you playing at! How could you! After everything, you just decided you don’t want to be together anymore! What kind of dickhead are you!” Eddie grabs a hold of her hand, halting her assault. 

“A very sorry one!” Eddie breaths out and Chrissy’s face softens. “I got scared and I know that’s no excuse but…I thought it was for the best but I was wrong, totally, completely, utterly wrong. I-I just need to talk to her, please, Chrissy,” Eddie pleaded, his eyes wide and begging. Chrissy sighed before looking to the roof. 

“The last time I saw her was in the auditorium signing yearbooks,” Eddie lets out a squeal and picks Chrissy up, hugging her. “Okay, okay, put me down!” Eddie does so and Chrissy shoots him a playful glare, “but I’m warning you Munson, this is the last time I help you. If you break her heart again, I’ll rip you balls off and shove them down your throat, got it?” Eddie gulps before nodding quickly.

“Yeah I got it,” he rasps before pressing a quick kiss to the blonde girl’s cheek and shoots off towards the auditorium. Eddie doesn’t think twice as he slams open the doors causing students to jump, including Y/N. She stood next to Nancy in a sky blue dress. As soon as there eyes meet, her face falls. She turns to Nancy and mutters something before quickly moving towards Eddie. His heart hammers in his chest and he opens his mouth to speak but the words falter as she pushes past him. Eddie turns and runs after her.

“Y/N wait!” He all but yelps but Y/N ignores him. “Please Y/N! I need to talk to you,”

“Go away Eddie, please,” She begs, still hurrying away from him but Eddie is faster. He grabs a hold of her arm but Y/N is quick to yank away for him, turning her head and shooting him a glare. Eddie stops watching her figure stalk away down the corridor, much like she done the morning after prom.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie called out, his voice raw. Y/N stops in her track, her back stiff. Eddie takes the chance and moves slowly towards. “I know I fucked up, I fucked up so bad but I thought I was doing the right thing,” Y/N whirls around, her hands curled in tight fists, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“You thought breaking my heart was the right thing to do?!” She screeches and Eddie winces. “So, you thought telling me there is no future between us would make things better. For you or for me? Because if you thought it would make things better for me, you’re sadly mistaken!” Eddie stutters and Y/N growls before turning and storming away, her cap clenched in her fists.

“Please Y/N, I’m trying to explain,” he begs, running after to her. Once again, Y/N spins around and pushes his chest. 

“I don’t need you to explain anything!” She growls, slapping his chest until Eddie grabs her hands, halting the assault. “I get it! You freaked out! The thought of us becoming serious, scared you into pushing me away. Did I leave anything out?” Eddie let go of her hands and Y/N took a step back.

“You’re right,” Eddie agreed, “I did freak out. For the past two years, all my life consisted of was school, Hellfire and the band. I never thought of anything else. I never thought about graduating or the possibility of going to college because…I guess because everyone expected me to end up to being a failure. So, I just gave up, you know. I thought what’s the point in planning a future, if I’m just gonna end up disappointed. And for a long time, I believed that…until I met you.” Y/N looked up at him then, tears slipping down her cheeks. “When I think about my future, it’s you and me together, always.” Eddie took a step towards her and reach for her hands, Y/N didn’t pull away. “And instead of feeling scared, I actually feel excited. I obviously know we’re gonna fight like cats and dogs but I’m up for it. I’m up for anything as long as it’s with you,” Y/N let out a laugh that sounded like a sob. Quickly bending down, Eddie kisses the tears of her cheeks before whispering, “I’m really sorry Y/N.” She nods and Eddie gathers her into his arms. “I love you so much…that’s why I freaked out. Because I thought you’d have a better future if I let you go,” 

“I told you I wasn’t planning on going to California,” Y/N whispers and Eddie feels a stab of guilt as he remembers the argument in the trailer. “I want to stay here in Hawkins with you,” Y/N pulls away and stares up at him with red rimmed eyes. “I don’t want to be anywhere else, Eddie.”

“I know and I’m sorry for disregarding your feelings. I think…I think I have a lot of trauma from my Mom leaving that I haven’t, you know, thought about and it just hit me like a train. And I know that’s not an excuse or whatever but I just needed you to know that I want to get help for it,” Y/N smiled at him softly before reaching up and hugging him. “But I need you by my side, like every single day, and I’m not even kidding,” Y/N giggled into the crook of his neck. “I’m just sorry that I hurt you,” 

“I know, but we’ll figure it out, we always do,” Eddie pulls back and presses a kiss to her lips. 

“It’s weird, you know, knowing this will be the last time I’ll be in this place,” Eddie comments and Y/N hums. “I think part of me is gonna miss it,” 

“Me too,” Y/N agrees, staring at the row of lockers a head before turning to Eddie. “But it’s just another chapter in our lives, there’s more to come,” Eddie smiled before reaching out and grasping a hold of Y/N’s left hand, he begins to tug her towards the hall. 

“Let’s go baby, I’ve got a principle to flip off!” Y/N lets out a laugh before jogging to keep up with him.   

Y/N watches at Eddie saunters up to the stage, swiping the rolled up diploma from Principle Higgins hands and shoves his middle finger in the old mans face before scurrying down the stairs and running towards the exit to the hall.

“Sweetheart! I’ll get you at the parking lot!” He yells over his shoulder, throwing his hat behind him. Y/N is laughing so hard she’s clutching her stomach as she watches her boyfriend run like his life depends on it. Uncle Wayne lets out a grunt, putting down the VHS and shaking his head.

“That boy is going to send me to an early grave, I swear,” he grumbles and Y/N sniggers. 

“Think someone should have told him that the gown was a rental. He has to bring it back,” Wayne lets out another groan. Both of them watch Eddie’s cloaked figure sprint until he turns he’s out the door. “They’re not getting that gown back are they?” Y/N questions and Wayne shakes his head.

“No, I don’t think so,” Y/N lets out a soft sigh and smile softly. Wayne turns to face her, “you’ve got your whole life to put up with that,”

“I know, I can’t wait,” Wayne let out a chuckled and the pair make their way to parking lot. Y/N clutches her diploma in her hand, her own gown hanging off the crook of her arm, . As she steps out of the hall, she follows Uncle Wayne towards the entrance but stops as she spots a new photograph in Hawkins High Cabinet of achievement. There on the top left is a photograph of her, Chrissy, Nancy, Linda and Kathleen and underneath written in bold ‘1986s Prom Committee’ along with their names. It wasn’t the photograph of herself that made her froze but the figure perched behind her, fingers pointed in the air like devil horns and a wide smile. Eddie had somehow creep up behind them. The soft smile on Y/N’s lips grew as her eyes wander over to her locker, a memory of their first kiss flashings in front her. The kiss that started it all. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, you okay?” Uncle Wayne’s voice brought her out of her thoughts. She turns to him with a smile and nods. 

It was strange to think their years at high school was finally over when it hadn't seemed that long ago that they had just begun. Four years ago we believed that high school would never end, that we would be stuck here forever. But it did end, eventually. And now that it is done, there is a weird bittersweet feeling. Y/N thinks back to when she entered high school and cringes. How different she was then and yet there was a sense of pride bubbling in Y/N’s stomach. She had survived the terror of high school and somehow found love along the way. A love that she found without meaning to. And perhaps that’s the best kind of love; the one that you don’t see coming.

Leaving through the school doors was both exhilarating and exciting. This adventure is over, Y/N turns back at the school before turning her gaze to the parking lot, her eyes immediately found that grey van. A beaming smile appeared as she spots long dark curly hair hanging out the window. And now, Y/N thought as she spot Eddie hanging out the passenger seat window, waving his hands at her and Wayne. I’m ready for another adventure now. 

 EPILOGUE

 5 Years Later

Eddie had never seen so many roses in the one place. They irritated his nose and he’s lost count how many times he’s had wipe his watery eyes. But all thoughts leave his mind Y/N walks slowly towards him, a bouquet of red roses in her hands. She beams when she spots him at the altar and Eddie can hardly breath. Her gown is a soft pink, the colour of early morning sun rise. She comes to stand in front of him and Eddie reaches out a hand which she accepts before joining him on the step. Eddie is quick to wrap his arm around her waist, tugging her to him. Then the crowd rose to their feet as the doors open. Y/N inhale sharply, Eddie peaks down at her, his own smile appearing on his lips as he watches Y/N dab away a stray tear. There standing at the entrance, wearing a large puffy white dress is Chrissy Cunningham. Who was about to become Mrs Chrissy Gardner. Marcus stood beside Eddie, like Y/N, wiping tears from under his glasses. 

“She looks beautiful,” Y/N whispers and Eddie bends down and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“All thanks to you, baby,” Y/N nudges him playfully with her elbow. Chrissy slowly makes her way down the aisle, hanging on tightly to her dad’s arm. Her smile is as bright as the sun, her eyes not moved from Marcus. Chrissy’s dad leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek before gently leading her to Marcus’s outstretched hand. As though he couldn’t help himself, Marcus leaned over and quickly pressed a kiss to Chrissy lips. The crowd all awwd. 

The ceremony went beautifully and there were a lot of tears, happy one’s though. Y/N and Eddie sit at the top table watching Chrissy and Marcus have their first dance. Y/N leans her head on Eddie’s shoulder, sighing blissfully, finally relaxing.

“You did good, baby,” Eddie praised, kissing the top of her head. Y/N hummed, snuggling into him further.

“I’m just so glad it’s done and everything went perfect,” Y/N sat up slightly, frowning as she rubbed her stomach, the action caused Eddie’s eyebrows to crease.

  “You okay?” Y/N quickly nodded but the frown was still on her lips. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick. Definitely had too much cake,” Eddie relaxed slightly and smiled. 

“Yeah well you did have two big pieces,” Y/N looked at him offended before slapping him gently on the chest.  

“They were not big, they were reasonable sized,” Eddie snorted and dodged another slap. She turned back to the happy couple and bit her lip before her eyes found Eddie again. “Do you think it’d be rude if we left now?” Eddie also looked at Chrissy and Marcus, slowly dancing, lost in their own world.

“Nah, after everything, I think Chrissy would understand. After all, you did make her dream wedding come to life,” Y/N giggled and stood up, Eddie following her. On their way out, Y/N make eye contact with Chrissy, who was still dancing, she quickly waved and Chrissy blew her a kiss and mouthed a ‘thank you.’ 

The drive home was fairly quick now that Eddie and Y/N had finally moved into to their new home.  A small cottage by the end of the lane. The house had been abandoned and was left to rot but Y/N always found it charming. It was small, like a cottage, with a big garden and a porch. A little last year, Eddie had gotten a call from a book editor in New York who wanted to publish his book, The Dark Empire, which was inspired by his favourite game Dungeons and Dragons. The book has done so well, it’s now a New York Times best seller in the fantasy genre. Eddie had took the money he rightfully earned from the book and decided to get a mortgage on the house. It took them 2 years to get it refurbished and into a liveable condition. But it was worth it. The only thing left to do in the house was decide on what to do with the spare bedroom. Eddie had suggested making it into a games room so he and his fellow cultists could create new Hellfire campaigns. But Y/N wanted to turn the room into a reading nook or a writing room. It was a never ending argument. 

Once inside, Eddie was quick to tug of his tie and suit jacket, throwing on the grey sofa. Y/N tugged off her heels before announcing she was going upstairs to get changed into her pyjamas. Eddie hummed nonchalantly, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. He put on MTV and watch a performance of Guns n’ Roses before Y/N came back downstairs, wearing her fluffy robe.

“So, I thought of idea for the spare room,” Y/N starts and Eddie lets out a groan, pinning her with a hard stare.

“If you suggest a makeup room or walk-in closet, the answer is no,” Y/N giggled but shaking her head. 

“I’m not but you can’t exactly say no to the idea,” Eddie raised an eyebrow and sit up, pressing his arms into his knees. 

“Oh really? We’ll see about that,” Eddie challenged and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a small box. She hands to Eddie, who peers at with furrowed brows, before looking at Y/N.

“What’s this?” Y/N shrugged before taking a seat on the single chair next to the sofa.

“I decided to put the idea into a box, you know, like the saying ‘I’ve got a box of ideas’,” 

“Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny,” Eddie chuckles before lifting up the lid. 

It was as if time had froze, the whole world stoped moving as Eddie peered inside the box. A small stuffed elephant sat in the left hand corner of the box, a pacifier next to it and two white sticks showing two pink lines, stared back at him. There was a little note in front of the sticks that read, ‘Daddy, I can’t wait to meet you! I love you already! Baby Munson October 1991!’ Eddie’s eyes shot up and met Y/N’s, hers were gleaming with tears, a wide smile on her lips.

“We’re having a baby?” Eddie asked, his voice breathless. Y/N nodded twice and Eddie shot up, the box falling onto the floor but Eddie didn’t pay it any attention as he reached for Y/N. He gripped her head and pressed their lips together. Pulling away he let out a laugh, happy tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh my God! I’m so happy,” Y/N laughed and pressed her head to his chest. Eddie pulled back slightly and place his hand on the curve of Y/N’s stomach, if his calculations were right, Y/N was currently 3 months pregnant. Eddie’s head shot up as he felt a small bulge. “Holy shit! That’s why you’ve been gaining weight and eating all my Oreos!” Y/N head tilted back as she shot Eddie a glare. “I don’t mean anything by it sweetheart, you’re still sexy to me. In fact you’re even more sexier,” Eddie voice dropped a few octaves and Y/N let out a scoff before letting out a loud squeal when Eddie swooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. 

As Y/N lay sleeping, Eddie sat up with his back against the headboard. His hand rubbed soft strokes on her belly, imaging a small baby nestled in there. Slowly, Eddie slid down until he was on his side, his nose pressed to the soft skin of Y/N’s stomach. For a while he just caressed the skin, imaging what it will be like in a few months when he or she arrives. Eddie expected to feel scared or nervous but there were no butterflies in his stomach, just a warm feeling of pure joy and love. “Jesus,” he breathed, letting out a quiet laugh. “I’ve only found out you exist five hours ago and I’m already in love with you,” he whispered, his eyes crinkling. “I don’t even know if you can hear me yet, but if you do, I’m your dad,” Eddie shuffles closes, pressing his lips against Y/N’s tummy. “While your Mom’s sleeping, Jesus that sounds weird but like amazing at the same time. I just want to promise you something. Now, I know I won’t be the perfect dad but I will love you and I’ll try my best at doing dad shit. I’ll always be there if you need me, I can definitely promise you that. And when you get older I’ll let you have a joint with me in the backyard,” He chuckled.

“Edward Munson, you better not give our children drugs, I’m warning you now,” Y/N voice mumbles from above him. He lifts his head and looks at Y/N’s peaceful face, “I’m only kidding,” Eddie sniggers and presses kiss to the small barely noticeable (unless you’re Eddie) bump, “I’m not,” Y/N reaches down and slaps his bare chest half-heartedly. Eddie pulls himself back up until he’s hovering over Y/N once more. She opens her eyes and smiles up at him and Eddie can’t help but smile back. He bends down and connects their lips in a short kiss before pulling away.

“I love you, so, so much, sweetheart,” Y/N hooks her arms around his neck and pulls him further down.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” 

Later in the night, Eddie pulls himself from Y/N’s warm embrace and padders downstairs to the living area and takes a seat at the computer where he begins to edit his new book,’Just go with it,’ a book that is completely out of his depths. He finally finished it last week but now he wanted to add one more chapter and finish the acknowledgement. After an hour writing the final, final chapter, Eddie clicks on the acknowledgements and begins typing.

To Y/N,

 I decided to dedicate this book to you - well to us, really. I wanted the world to know our story. 

Anyway, I have so much to say but limited word count so I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Thank you for kissing me that day in school (even if it was just to be a one time thing) and for ‘pretending’ (I’m saying that very loosely) to date me. God, if you told me back then that we’d be together nearly 6 years and with a baby on the way, I’d probably have scoffed in your face. But here we are and it what a ride it’s been. Sweetheart, I know you’d probably (definitely) disagree, but you are the reason I’m doing this writing thing, (and I know you’re shaking your head but we both know it’s true) without you kicking me up my ass I’d never would have started ‘The Dark Empire’. But also I’d probably still be living in the trailer park, selling drugs or something. You, Y/N, made me want to be a better man, someone you’d be proud off. And I know you are (you tell me like every day, sweetheart my head is gonna get too big for the door, if you keep doing that.)  Anyway, I just want to say I love you. And thank you for choosing me to be your partner. I love you. And to baby Munson, I can’t wait to read my books to you and create new adventures together. I love you already. 

Edward Munson

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