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mochinek0 · 3 years ago

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2021:11-Fancy Occasion

Bustier's class was so excited. There had been flyer's all over Paris, about a fancy party that would be open to the public. Instantly, they thought of their friendly class president who was always ready to help them. As soon as they got to class, they turned to Marinette and asked her to make their clothes for the party.

"No." Marinette decided, not looking up from her sketchbook.

"Why not?" asked Ivan.

"I'm already making other people's clothes." Mari answered

"But we're your friends." smiled Lila, knowing it would only make the situation worse.

Bustier sighed, "Marinette, isn't rude to make your friends wait and beg?"

Marinette closed her sketchbook and put it away before glaring at her teacher, "I think it's ruder to expect free clothes, especially when I'm told we're not friends."

"Not after this we're not!" shouted Alya.

"Alya, you've been telling me for three weeks we're not friends. I've moved past it, so should you." the designer declared.

"Marinette, don't you think-"their teacher began.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not budging on this matter and frankly, I don't like that a teacher, who is suppose to resolve issues, is leading the charge in bullying me to do something." Marinette explained.

Caline paled. She wasn't bullying her student. Yes, teachers are suppose to stop the students from fighting, but hers were better then others. She knew they could work everything out.

"We're not bullying you!" shouted Kim.

"Harassing me? Forcing me against my will? Guilting me? Oh, I know, forceful persuasion!" Mari smiled, "Take your pick."

Marinette stood up from her seat and walked down the steps to the front of the class.

"Marinette-" began Rose.

"I'm going home and I'll be speaking to my parents of this injustice." she stated, before walking out the door.

No one knew what to think. They hadn't bullied her! They did they same thing they always had done; how was this time any different? She had always made their dresses for things like the prom. The class didn't think to much of it; her parents would help her see that she was wrong. Come tomorrow, Marinette would walk into class and apologize, offering to make their close, but the were wrong. The next day came and Marinette didn't show. By the end of the week, her name had been removed off the roster.

Filled with dread, Bustier was on edge. She couldn't have been wrong in how she handled everything, but that little doubt in the back of her mind began to dig it's way deeper to the forefront of her mind. It had gotten to the point where Lila had interrupted class, yet again, and Caline had snapped.

"Lila Rossi! Go to the back of the class, now!" Bustier shouted, silencing the class, "If you can't keep your mouth shut, then you don't deserve to sit with anyone! You're interrupting the class and my teaching. Talk to your friends at lunch or not at all!"

No one could believe that their teacher had shouted at one of them. She was usually so calm and friendly. They all watched as Lila grabbed her things and slowly moved to the back of the class, where Marinette use to sit. The class remained silent for the rest of the day.

The class decided the best thing was to wear the old clothes that Marinette had made them. They hadn't wanted to at first, but their parent's refused to give them money, they didn't have money saved up, and it was undoubtedly the best thing in their closest. The girls wore prom dresses from last year and the guys went semi-formal.

It was easy to spot Adrien and Chloe, all dressed up with their parents, and ever since Juleka and Luka had been outted as Jagged Stone's kids, Juleka had easily come as one of the best dressed. Lila had revealed she wasn't able to attend; her mother was taking them on a trip, but in reality, Gabriel had refused to gve her anything from one of his collections. Gabriel had brushed her off by saying that he paid her well enough, she should be able to afford soemthing on her own. Unfortunately for her, she had spent it on attempting to make her lies more believable to the class.

It was shocking to say the least, when Marinette walked in with the Wayne family. She wore a lavender ballgown with jewel embellishments, her hair down in waves, and on the youngest Wayne's arm. He quickly guided her to the floor and into a waltz. She stayed on his arm, all night.

"Look, Chloe." Luka pointed out, "Our 'lil Mari is all grown up now."

"She is blossoming beautifully under Wayne." Chloe replied.

"I heard someone tried to break into her room, again." Kagami spoke, walking up to the pair.

"She found lock pick scratches." Luka answered, "Thankfully, Damian paid for a studio, as a safe haven for her. All her designs and work is somewhere else as a precaution."

Chloe scoffed, "Honestly, he would do anything for her. I'm surprised he hasn't committed murder for everything Rossi has done to bully her."

"I think they fought over it and settled with giving her mother lawsuits." Kagami sighed, "Do you think she'll be happy there?"

"Yeah." Adrien answered, walking up to the group, "I haven't seen her this happy in a long time."

Come Monday, the class decided they needed answers to what they overheard.

"Adrien, what did you mean?" questioned Nino, "About what you said at the party."

"Well, Mari has been dating Damian Wayne for a long while. She told him about what was going on in the class and he insisted that she move in with him." he answered, "He bought her a studio for her months ago when he found out her room had been broken into before and added security to it."

"But her parents-" began Alya.

"Agreed." the Agreste heir growled out, "They were against it at first, but after learning how you all expected her to do everything for free, they changed their minds. The cheapest bolt of silk, one color, costs $6000, alone."

They hadn't known that. They didn't know how much fabric costed; they always left that up to her.

"My tux was $68,000. Chloe, how much was your dress?" Adrien asked.

"$75,000." Chloe smiled.

"Juleka?" the heiress questioned.

"Jag, uh, Dad commissioned someone." Juleka answered.

"And you looked beautiful." Adrien spoke, "So did Luka. Quite handsome; don't you all think?"

Several of their classmates nodded.

"Jagged Stone commissioned Mari for their three outfits, totaling $376,000." Adrien declared. He smiled as their classmates jaw's dropped, "Sounds like an average week for my father." he smiled.

"She should ask people for more, but she's just too nice." Chloe added, "The Stones, alone, should have costed her half a mil."

"And you know she gave the Waynes a discount." Adrien chided.

"Five, over the top, tuxes. Mari became a millionaire, in a week, with her designs, not that it matters." Chloe laughed.

"Oh, please, they're gonna pamper the shit out of her as revenge." Adrien laughed.

"When do you think she'll call?" Chloe asked, "I give it a week tops."

"I give it three days." Adrien answered, "I think I know my best friend."

"Be-Best friend?" asked Alix.

"Yep." he smiled, "Marinette is my best friend, after setting me up with my girlfriend of two years. She's been so helpful with coming up with ways to surprise Kagami."

"Well now that she's gone, you'll have to take the reigning seat next to me." Chloe smiled.

"Of course, what else are childhood friends for." Adrien answered and followed Chloe to his new seat, far away from Lila.

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beepboop358 · 4 years ago

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How I think the Prom in S4 Will Go (Ask)

Someone sent me an ask about this but my Tumblr glitched and I cannot find it anymore so I'm just making a post about it, anon I apologize!

The prom will probably be towards the end of the season, like the snowball in s2, and considering the leaked pic of the prom flyer came out in August, and they just wrapped filming last week (Noah stated in a fanmio) I don't know if it will close the series like the snowball did, I kind of doubt that it will actually, because when it ends in disaster there's something else to be done before closing the season, but it will definitely be in the last episode, or one of the last episodes. I think we'll get some lead up to the prom during the season of who's going with who/who's asking who, and all that fun teenage drama ;) At there beginning pf the prom sequence, we'll most likely see our characters having a "prom experience". We'll see some scenes of the whole group at prom, and of the couples together, which is where I think we'll get all of the byler at prom moments and music coding, and other moments between the kids, but I think the main focus of the prom will be the event that ends it in disaster to make a reference to Carrie, which is on the st4 movie list. If you're unfamiliar with Carrie, here's a brief summary:

Carrie White suffers bullying and teasing from her classmates at school, and abuse from her mother at home. Strange things begin happening to and around Carrie, so she begins to suspect that she has supernatural telekinetic powers. Someone sees Carrie's Supernatural telekinetic powers and calls her a witch. (The Blair Witch Project is also on the st4 movie list) Carrie is invited to prom as a pity ask. During the prom, 2 classmates rig the ballots to ensure she wins prom queen. When Carrie accepts her crown, a bucket of blood is dumped on her and she kind of looses control and "kills many of her classmates by willing their bodies into walls, and sparking electrocutions and fires with her brain."

They're obviously referencing Carrie for something to do with Eleven's storyline, and the part about fires makes me think of Will, and that his powers may come into play for this scene also.

El and Carrie have a lot of similarities:

El is also somewhat withdrawn

Carrie is bullied at school, We know Eleven will be bullied at school from leaked audition tapes

Carrie has an abusive mother, Eleven has an abusive father figure "Papa" (Dr. Brenner)

They both have supernatural telekinetic abilities

Carrie gets covered in blood, and Eleven's powers make her nose bleed (and her ears in s2 when she closes the gate)

There's a few possibilities from there:

Either the gang or just a few members of the party will realize something is up (whether that's something to do with the upside down or the lab), and they will spend the rest of the prom after our typical "prom opening", trying to stop whatever is about to happen.

Or the event could be entirely Eleven-centric. It could be something to do with her powers coming back and blood goes everywhere due to people teasing her or something, and she has an emotional response and "loses control" of her powers and lashes out since we know the strength of her powers is related to what she is emoting.

Regardless of those possibilities, the prom's gonna be gory and very bloody. Eleven will probably end up covered in blood, and most likely everyone else too.

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hotchkiss-and-tell · 4 years ago

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Dates or Time of Year for Each Nancy Drew Game

whatamagicalplace made one of these charts last year. Those efforts gave me a starting point but I wanted to tweak it after doing my own research. I decided to share my final result since my version differs from hers in several ways. My reasoning for each game is discussed below; but if you have any evidence to add, feel free.

SCK: Nancy says in the opening letter she took a semester off school to visit Eloise in Florida. The banners for Senior Prom are still prominent throughout the school and the event is scheduled for May 23. Game takes place in a single day but that day could be any time in late spring semester prior to May 23.

SCK2: Homecoming banners are prominent and the event is scheduled for Sept 23. A flyer with Jake’s secret messages has a date of Sept 05, so let’s assume Jake was still alive then. The game says Nancy is there to investigate after Jake was murdered “last week.” That could mean three to seven days after the murder since it happened on a Thurs. Thus Remastered takes place in a single day but that day could be anywhere from Sept 08 to 22.

STFD: Nov 13 (confirmed with calendar). Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

MHM: “Winter Festival” and Charlie studying for finals indicates late Nov to early Dec. Newspaper about the lost gold at the end is dated Mar 03; it could’ve been published after money settlement and the renovations completed though. Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

TRT: December. The Spanish letter from Lisa’s friend is dated Nov 30 and acknowledges that Lisa is already in Wisconsin. By now, time should be well into Dec.

FIN: Possibly Nov (game’s release) but there are no confirmed dates on anything. It’s likely during the school year since Maya is doing the interview for the student newspaper. Game takes place over three days.

SSH: Calendar on Henrik’s desk is for the month of April. The book version takes place during the DC Cherry Blossom parade which usually occurs last week of March or early April. Game takes place for as many days as player needs. (Early April timeline would match with end of game trailer and dates for DOG.)

DOG: Jeff’s calendar is open to April. Culprit’s log book says Sally is due to move in to the cabin on April 19. Sally says she spent four weeks at Moon Lake, implying the game starts May 18. But I really don’t see Jeff’s character forgetting to change the calendar, so either Sally moved in early or she means four weeks total including seeing the property, bidding, and the final sale plus moving in. And let’s remember there’s no safe water source, so it’s unlikely Sally could live there for four weeks straight. Sally says the dogs howled a full week before they attacked the house and then they appeared every night since; maybe Sally lasted 9-14 days with the ghost dogs. The game could likely begin anywhere between Apr 28 and May 18. Then continue for as many days and nights as the player needs.

CAR: Culprit’s emails with black market dealer date from May 23 through June 04. Harlan’s appt book opens to June 09-13 with the significant clue on June 10. Game is a single day, likely on June 10, but could be as early as June 05.

DDI: June 17 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

SHA: Sept 15 to 17. Nancy’s airline ticket confirms arrival date in AZ. Timeline of the game takes place in three days. (Tex’s b-day is Sept 16!)

CUR: This is anybody’s guess. Hugh and Linda were married Aug 22. The lawyer’s letter to Mrs. Drake states Linda must live at the manor for another three months to fulfill the “six-month-habitation-clause” and those six months must be consecutive in the first year of marriage. Game could be late Nov at the earliest. However, frogs are chirping when Nancy arrives at the manor which is a spring thing and Bess and George say they are attending sailing camp. The fact that no one is suggesting that Linda can leave due to health reasons and start the six months over when she’s well again makes me think the year is half gone already. So the game could also be taking place in April or May at the latest.

CLK: May 07 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

TRN: We see snow in Copper Gorge, but it’s in Colorado and snow can be any time of year there. Frank and Lori are wearing the puffy vests and everyone else has jackets and sweaters. Fatima says it’s the off-season now and summer is the busy season. Makes me think winter is my best guess.

DAN: Game takes place for as many days as player needs. The newspaper on Day 1 is dated Aug 28. Newspapers continue to appear through Sept 06, which publishes that the journalists are negotiating for raises and the sounds of the impending strike are occurring outside JJ’s apartment. Day 11 (Sept 07) and onward have no more newspapers appear on the kitchen table. Let’s say Aug 28 to Sept 07 for simplicity.

CRE: Mike’s calendar is set to March. Quigley’s tape recorder log updates as of Mar 28. Craven’s shipping records say his latest sample was sent to Aikens Biotech on Apr 09. Game takes place in a single day, probably Apr 09 or 10. (Mike just hasn’t turned over the calendar yet)

ICE: Newspaper in the lodge is dated Jan 13. Elsa’s resignation letter is dated Jan 15. Lodge computer says Lupe checked in on Jan 15 and she noticed the lack of maid services for days. Game likely takes place that same week, starting maybe Jan 18 at the earliest, and lasts over several days and nights.

CRY: May 31 (confirmed with calendar). Single day of gameplay.

VEN: Newspaper in the Ca’ terrace says chalice was stolen “this morning” and the police records say the theft happened Jan 25. When Nancy nabs Nico on the stakeout, the next day’s newspaper is dated Feb 03. Since game takes place over several days, it likely plays from Jan 25 to Feb 03.

HAU: Night of May 28. The wedding is set for June 01. The end dialogue says Kyler and Matt couldn’t stop saying “I love you” from when the rocket launched to four days later, which was their wedding day.

RAN: The float plane pilot says resorts like Dread Isle shut down in the summer for “hurricane season” in the Bahamas. And the game was released in July. Since we see the map that charts all of Nancy’s past cases (including HAU) so the game is after the wedding on Jun 01. But there is no reference to the current date aside from “summer.” Single day of gameplay.

WAC: The essay Mel receives from her teacher with the plagiarist comments is dated Nov 21. Since two more nights of sleep are required to trigger events in the game, we can figure that the game takes place from Nov 21 to 23.

TOT: Scott’s calendar is open to May and filled in with code until the 19th. The log book of precipitation is filled out until May 24. Game likely takes place from May 20 to 25.

SAW: The TE-Japan brochure in Nancy’s teacher tote says her exchange program runs from Jun 01 to Sept 15 with different durations of 2 weeks, 3-4 weeks, and 5-8 weeks. With no specific date in the game and the player taking as many days and nights as needed to solve the mystery, we have to settle for saying it takes place in “summer.”

CAP: Karl’s daily calendar is on page March 12. When Nancy finds the final forged email from “Markus” she remarks that it has tomorrow’s date, which is Mar 13. Game is a single night of play on Mar 12.

ASH: Newspaper and police report of Nancy’s arrest say the game is done in a single day of August 18. The fire took place on Aug 17.

TMB: It’s the desert and there are no dates on any clue in the game. Since Lily is a student and Abdullah and Jon are professors, perhaps the game takes place in summer between any busy semester/class schedules.

DED: Ellie’s notepad in the control booth says she gave the coil demo to Nancy on Oct 29. Nancy arrived in daylight hours but since Ellie is on the night shift, the demo could have taken place on either side of midnight which means the game could start on either Oct 28 or 29. (Nancy arrived 10/28, night fell and midnight passed, then Ellie gives demo 10/29 OR Nancy arrives 10/29, night fell and it’s not midnight yet, then Ellie gives the demo still on 10/29.) Game continues for as many days and nights as the player needs.

GTH: Jessalyn’s phone recorded her bachelorette party antics from the night of Oct 27 to early morning of Oct 28. Addison says Jess had vanished for the second time after sun-up. It is unclear how many days Jessalyn has been missing before Nancy arrives on the island. Nancy was deep asleep when Savannah calls her for help, which means Jess has been gone at least a full day. Then Nancy arrives on the island at night which either means it’s evening on the same day of Savannah’s call or another day has passed by the time Nancy gets there. Oct 29 is the earliest possibility. Game takes place over three nights. Likely set between Oct 29 and Nov 01.

SPY: The newspaper reports that July 14 is near and it will be the eighth anniversary of Revenant’s first attack. Alec’s letter documents that his sister was kidnapped on the first of the month and has not been seen since. Game takes place between Jul 02 and 14. While Nancy cannot sleep or change the time of day, it is hard to believe that traveling back and forth throughout Scotland’s towns and the different phases of the spy operation all take place in a single day.

MED: Summer in the southern hemisphere, so datewise it’s set between Dec and Feb. Again there’s no sleep or time of day transitions but the elimination rounds likely take place over several days.

LIE: Employee timecards are recorded through July 05, the artifact exchange log is filled out through July 06, and the packing slip on the open crate says received July 06. Game is a single day of play, likely on July 06 or 07.

SEA: Soren’s winter guest log says Nancy is visiting in January. Game takes place for as many days and nights as player needs.

MID: Minion’s plane ticket TO Austria where the game begins is dated Oct 26 and the game goes into Halloween.

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purple-krystie7 · 3 years ago

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A Night to Remember

Glamrock Freddy X GN Reader Fluff fic

The Pizza Plex has it's annual Prom Night, and you are both nervous and excited to see someone special.

Ah prom night, a time you remember fondly as you look at the flier in your hand. Pretty dresses, fancy suits, nice music, great food, and fun times. Being the biggest and bestest place in your town there was no doubt the Mega Pizza Plex wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this slip away. They advertise a huge prom party extravaganza for the teens every year, and this is the first time you are experiencing it in your first year working there. You would love to join in if you can, hoping speeding up your work gets you to be off early.

“Hello? Earth to y/n?”

You’re snapped out of your daze by a female voice, Vanessa, the nighttime security guard is waving her hand in front of you.

“Oh I'm sorry, ness!” You quickly fold the paper and put it in your pocket.

“No problem, just try not to daze off too much” she chuckles “you going to the party tonight?” She nods towards where you stashed the flier. You nod back in response.

“I’m hoping to, if I can get everything done in time to get ready.”

“Huh, didn’t take you for a person who liked to party, no offense of course.”

You snort, “pff none taken, I am more of an introvert as they say, but it sounds like fun! Plus free food, drinks and candy? Hell yeah!”

You both laugh

“Well, I'll be there monitoring so no funny business, you know what I mean” she winks at you and nods towards Freddy, who is across the main floor helping with decorations.

“I have no idea what you mean!” You tease back, slightly blushing.

You both chuckle once more before parting ways, you continue to set tables, put up decor and what have you, checking your faz watch for the time every so often. It’s a pretty tedious job with how big the place is, but with the many staff you are sure it will be done pretty fast.

A couple hours later, while on a ladder finishing up your area, you hear large footsteps come up behind you.

“Great job y/n!!” A familiar sweet voice cheers.

“Thanks fre-'' while trying to turn around on the ladder you lose your footing, starting to fall. Thankfully you land in the arms of Freddy.

“Oh dear! Are you alright y/n?” You look up at him a bit dazed and he tilts his head “Good thing I was here!”

He lets you down, letting you gain your senses

“Oof sorry there fredster, that scared me, thanks for catching me!” You see a look of relief on his face.

“Of course superstar! Anyway, are you all finished?”

You nod and look around. The place looked amazing. Sparkly stars in gold and silver hanging everywhere, beautiful lights, balloons, it was perfect.

“Oh, what is this?” While you are still admiring you and your coworkers' hard work, Freddy bends down to pick up a paper. Finally turning back to him you realize it's the folded up flyer you stuffed away.

“Oh! That's mine! Was keeping it”

Freddy nods and hands it back.

“Does this mean…I will be seeing you tonight?”

Your face slightly flushes, “uhm..well yes, i’ve gotten all my work done for the day so..”

His face lights up, beaming at you and ears wiggling.

“That's great superstar!! I can’t wait to see you!”

He puts his hand on your shoulder, patting it, then turns around and heads for his room in rockstar row

Your heart pounds from the interaction but you try and shake yourself out of it.

You pop your earbuds in and clock out, pack your stuff and head home to get ready.

Parking into your spot later that night, you see all the giddy teens laughing and cheering as they enter the plex. You take a big breath and flip your mirror up to check one last time. It wasn’t the party in general you were worried about. It was Freddy. Ever since you started working with him, you got pretty close. You hate admitting it to yourself but you fell hard. Vanessa was the first to point out your blushing, giggles, and daydreaming, though you always jokingly denied it, at first you did eventually let her, and only her, know how far your feelings went. You both got closer after that and she would always give you info about what she observes of him during the night. Freddy’s mannerisms and charm were so entrancing to you, despite being an animatronic bear, you looked past it and saw almost a real soul behind his bright beaming blue eyes.Of course being both a coworker and human, you resigned yourself to the fact that he most likely would not feel the same way about you, which while making you ache, you came to deal with.

Realizing you again, were fantasizing about him, you shake your head. “Man…I really have it bad for a damn robot..” you murmur. Finally opening your car door you step out, slowly walking towards the building's entrance.

Upon entering lots of people turn their heads, making you freeze. “Oh no..did I over do it?”

As Vanessa had commented on earlier, it was true dressing up for something fancy wasn’t something you do overly often, not wanting to stand out in a crowd.

“Hey y/n! You made it!” Vanessa walks up to you, slightly dressed up herself to match the attire, but still branding her signature badge.

“Oh, y..yeah I did haha!..” You stutter as people turn their heads back to what they were doing prior, you let out a breath.

“man…you look great, no wonder people turned their heads, I thought some kind of royalty walked through the door or something!” She teased, nudging your shoulder.

“Ness c'mon…” You blush at the compliment as you both walk further towards the main atrium. The decor is even more beautiful at night with the lights illuminating the decor.

You see Monty, Chica, and Roxy all dressed up nicely and talking, and decide to walk up and chat.

“Hey guys! You look great!” They turn their heads towards you and all smile back at you.

“You look amazing as well y/n!” Chica beams “I'm so surprised! You need to share your tips with me!”

You chuckle and nod your head “Thanks Chica.”

After a bit of small talk you decide to brave yourself and ask the question that’s been on your mind since finding them.

“So…where’s freddy?” You tilt your head slightly trying to just appear ‘normal’ with the question instead of desperate .

“Oh, I think he will be out soon, said he had some more things he needed to finish or somethin” Monty responded. “Said it was important.” You nod, and Vanessa winks and giggles at you from the corner of your eye, causing you to nudge her to shut her up.

Suddenly spotlights from above aim at the stage as the announcer voice booms over the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls! Freddy Fazbear!”

The stage rises from below and from behind the lights and smoke appears the man himself. He is decked out in a nice black vest suit,with red accents, and a spiffy tie adorning his signature lightning bolt. All you can do is stare, of course he is usually attractive but hot DAMN did he look good. He steps towards the front of the stage, waving at the teens cheering and clapping, mic in other hand.

“Hello superstars! How is everything going so far!” The crowd cheers and he chuckles

“I am so glad you are enjoying yourselves! Prom is a very special event for you guys, and I’m so glad we here at the Pizza Plex can offer our services to make it the best prom ever!”

A spotlight appears on you and the group.

“Of course, it wasn’t done alone! Please give it up for my friends Roxy, Chica, Monty, Vanessa…and y/n!”

Your heart was racing as attention was brought on yourself again. You wave shyly with them as the crowd yells out ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you rock’s’.

The light finally disappears and aims back onto the bear. “Alright, that’s it from me! Please enjoy the rest of the night!” He places his mic back into the stand and heads down the stairs, heading towards your group. The first person he gets his eyes on is you, you are sure of it, he is staring directly at you and you could just melt.

“Y/N…I’m so glad you could make it!” He puts his hand around your waist and you are internally screaming. What’s with the close contact all of a sudden? You aren’t complaining but it was certainly unlike him.

“Oh..y..yeah! I couldn’t miss it for the world!” You grin up at him nervously.

The energetic music calms and a slow dance song follows after.

“Ah…perfect..” Freddy silently says then turns to you “y/n…may I have this dance?”

What?! Did he just..ask me.. You almost blurt out your thoughts, but thankfully it stays in your head. You of course take his hand and walk towards the floor nervously. Some kids let out awws as you are led by him.

Placing his hand on your hip, you follow suit and put your hands on his shoulders.

“So…y/n..how are you enjoying the party?” He softly says to you with a sweet smile on his face. You are pretty sure your face is full red at this point, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Ah, well it’s been quite fun so far! I’m not quite a party girl as it were but…it’s nice…this is nice.” You smile back at him. Swallowing hard, you decide this may be a good time to just tell him.

“I wanted to ask you something..”

Both of you say the same thing, causing a pause then big laugh from both of you.

“You first..” You nod to him. He spins you around effortlessly and dips you, shocking you but making you giggle as well.

“Well…” He brings you back up and takes a breath “Y/n, I…Think I may be In love with you.”

Your eyes widen. Did he just say that? No way am I dreaming?? Your silence concerns him and he furrows his brows. “I..I’m sorry, that was quite sudden, and I understand if you-” He looks back towards your face. “A..are you ok?”

Tears are starting to form in your eyes and you are smiling wide.

“Freddy…funny thing. That is exactly what I was going to tell you..”

Now his eyes are wide.

“R..Really?” You nod and look down.

“I’ve been feeling like this for a while now. It was something I tried to just keep to myself as I thought you would never feel the same so..”

He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, wiping a rogue tear. “Oh starlight, I do feel the same, it took me a while to think about it as well…I am me, But I do love you.”

You hug him hard, and he picks you up, twirling you around, both happily laughing. Some of those around you have stopped to watch and clap. Then chanting starts to erupt.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” you and freddy are both blushing at this point, but look at each other, and finally, you kiss. It’s electric and just as amazing as it had been in your dreams. It feels as if you are both floating. As you separate the crowd cheers, joined by the group.They congratulate you both.

The night continued on, you and Freddy having the time of your lives. It was sure a night to remember.

#Fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamrock freddy #gn reader #gender neutral reader #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf fanfic #fluff

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sunshinebillyhargrove · 4 years ago

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You Belong With Me (a billy hargrove x oc fic)

Note: I’ve been writing so many things and I’m excited to share one of my new fanfics to this blog. This is a small opening to a fic I want to get into this coming month. Billy Deserved Better. Tw for bullying and eating disorder. This is kind of an enemies to lovers fic but like 10 things I hate about you with a lot of Tswift inspiration. I hope you guys like it!

--Alison Gilbert wasn’t popular like the other girls at Hawkins High. Invisible actually. A careless single mother and a stuck up best friend made that much easy. Everything changes when the new King, Billy Hargrove, sets his sights on her. A secret prank tears them apart but it might be what brings them together too. Will love conquer all?--

prologue/one.

“Alison, over here!” A small hand rose across the school cafeteria. The blaring bell trilled loudly. It was lunchtime. Alison wanted the day to end. Her black Converse moved across the floor to her best friend. Many students moved like zoo animals into the big room to start eating. All of them talking about the upcoming prom.

Heather looked cute as a button with a big smile to match and lots of pink make up. Maybe a little fake. She was too popular for Alison. She dressed all in girly prep colors and was rich. Alison lived on Cherry Lane and just wore band teeshirts with ripped jeans.

“Hey.” Alison sat down and didn’t touch her meal. She didn’t want Heather commenting on how much she ate or the fact that she liked to wear dark colors. The two couldn’t have been any more different.

“There’s a huge party tonight.” Heather gushed excitedly. Alison shrugged. “We’re going. I’ll let you borrow something of mine...that fits.”

“Fine.” Alison picked at her lunch but wasn’t interested in it. Heather slid a flyer over.

“Prom is coming up. I’m going with Steve Harrington. Is that a problem?” Heather sipped a diet coke. “He asked me.” Alison hid the pain because she had a huge crush on Steve once and Heather knew it.

“No, it’s fine.” She got up with her lunch. “I have to go to the library.” Alison got a few steps and tripped, landing with a thud. Students laughed hard at that fall. She was so unpopular and they liked to pick on her. Heather peeked behind her shoulder but pretended she didn’t see anything. She didn’t want to be seen helping her loser friend.

“Tommy, you asshole!” Alison swept her tray up and food splashed everywhere. “You’re such a jerk.” Tommy and Carol laughed with the other people in the popular click. They always bothered her for no reason. She was never mean to them.

“Watch where you’re going, fatass,” Carol retorted back. “Go cry about it.” Alison sniffled her tears and ran away. She went into the bathroom and made herself throw up after Carol’s words. Already thin but she didn’t know it. She wanted to be pretty like Heather. Alison pretended she carried herself too high to be bothered with comments. She just wanted to fit in.

Back in the cafeteria, Billy Hargrove came into school late and saw his friends still laughing at their table.

“What’s going on?”

“Talking prom.” Tommy winked and another popular boy laughed. “You going?”

“It’s stupid.” Billy flicked his lighter around.

“We’ll give you forty bucks to make Gilbert go. Your neighbor. Ugly dork.” Tommy smiled with a mean look. “They say the bookworms are wild in the sack.”

“That’s dumb, dickweed.” Billy shook his head.

“A hundred.” The other popular boy sprang up. “Take Gilbert to the prom and show us your Hargrove charm. Show us how cool you are, B. Kiss her before they announce prom king and queen. And then dump her for whoever is queen.”

“Hey, uh, it might be me dummy.” Carol started to file her nails and got all prissy.

“Could be Heather.” Tommy chuckled. “Just ask her, B, and get paid for it. It’ll be so hilarious.”

“Yeah, whatever, I’ll think about it.” Billy got up and left

Alison and Billy were neighbors on Cherry. Their windows even faced each other. Alison liked Max and Susan but hated Neil. He was such a creep. She heard him fighting with Billy a lot.

Her mom wasn’t home because she was never home anymore. Always going out with guys and not caring about her daughter. She worked at the new mall that just opened in the makeup section of JCpenney. It didn’t matter. Alison liked to be alone mostly. She could just play piano and sing wherever she wanted. Alison always wanted to be on Broadway. She got all the choir solos which made Heather jealous. Her mom was a beauty queen and always mad her daughter didn’t want to be in pageants. Alison was just a theater dork.

Alison went into her house and ate a banana because it was easy on her tummy. The doorbell rang so she groaned and got it.

“Hargrove?” She made a face at him because he was such a jerk like Tomy. He didn’t pick on her as much but he ignored her a lot. “What do you want?”

“Hey, Gilbert. Alison.” He seemed shy all the sudden. Her blonde hair flowed in the wind against pale skin. She was actually really pretty. Especially since she got her braces off. Even with the big reading glasses she wore in class, she was beautiful. Big teeshirts hid her figure. “I was thinking about prom and wondered if you wanted to go with me.”

“Uh no...” Alison shuffled. “But thanks.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. I want to ask you.”

“Ask one of those other popular girls you like. I’m not interested, Billy.” She moved to shut the door and his foot caught it.

“You mean, sluts? I don’t want other girls. Sorry, Tommy’s such a jerk. He and Carol are just stupid.” He explained and got charming. “I wanted to make it up to you. Go with me.“

“Maybe,” she said shyly. Billy was really cute and he seemed genuine. He bit his lip and looked so good. Things were better after he and Max started to get along. Alison had a crush on him but he was such a jerk to everyone. It felt like he might be tricking her to and she didn’t want to be hurt again. “I’ll think about it. You can still ask someone else though.”

“You know where to find me, Ali. I’m asking you so just deal with it. I only want to go with you.” Billy winked at her which sorta made her melt. “I’ll see you around and all you gotta do is nod that pretty blonde head of yours. Okay?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Well, I always thought you were cute.” He touched her chin and her heart stopped. “I’m not interested in any other girls. We should hang out. It’ll be fun. I could show you a really good time.”

“I’ll think about it Hargrove.” She tucked some hair back. “I’ll have to get a dress and everything.”

“You’ll look beautiful in anything you wear so get a dress and we’ll go. I can pick you up at 7 on prom night.” Billy winked. “Just say yes, Ali, live a little.”

“Yes, okay, I’ll go with you.”

“Awesome.” Billy smiled and turned to go. “Don’t be nervous, we’ll have fun.”

“Your friends won’t get mad?”

“Ah, who cares about them.” He walked off and lit up a new cigarette. “See you, princess.”

“Bye, Billy.” Alison sighed against her door and locked it. She had a date with a boy.

Billy felt kinda guilty after he walked off. He could just be nice and get paid. What Alison Gilbert didn't know couldn't hurt her. But, the guilt still ached at him. He realized he might have actually liked this girl.

I hope you liked it! I try not to picture young Tswift as Ali but I can’t help it.

#Billy Hargrove x oc #billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfic #Billy x oc #billy hargrove fanfic #my fanfic #steve harrington #heather holloway #my oc ali

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blueberrypossum · 4 years ago

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A Bad Romance

Loathsome Leonard x Reader

Another Mud Dogz fanfic? Who would've guessed! I’ve had this idea for a long time but I never could place it with a certain character until Leonard came along and boom! Perfect time to write it! Hope you guys enjoy it!

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This fanfic contains inappropriate language and love tension!

(To make it clear, the reader will be wearing make-up, and anyone can wear make-up! Not just girls!)

Groundhog’s text will be colored pink

Honey Badger’s will be colored green

“What do you mean Prairie Dog is sick?!”

You stood next to Leonard and the rest of the members of the Mud Dogz as you stood outside the DIGG’s apartment, Groundhog and Honey Badger being the ones to answer the door.

“Well we were digging and digging, and did I mention digging?” Groundhog chipped and the three yokai’s next to you death eyed her.

“We dug over a hospital.”

The Mud Dogz let out loud groans and turned to each other, huddling into a tight circle as they tried to come up with another idea to sneak into the banquet. You had told the Mud Dogz a week ago about one of the top aresticats in the Mystic City was coming to their part of town, and that the woman in charge, Miss MacQuoid, a highly sophisticated bird, was in need of entertainment. With the flyer of wanted musicians in your hands, you gave it to Leonard and you both came up with the plan to ask the DIGG band. They got to play and you four got to steal all of the riches that Miss MacQuoid brought with her, it was a win win, until now.

You leaned against the doorframe as your friends continued to chat behind you, their brash and tangled voices barely made it to your ear as another idea cracked inside your head.

“Will you two still be up to perform?”

Groundhog looked up at the grey mutant next to her, her purple eyes wide as saucer pans as if she was trying to make her eyes form the word please. Honey Badger looked down at her friend and then over to you, her claw scratching the back of her hand before she gave a light nod, sending the small groundhog into a fit of squeals.

“Part of DIGG is on to do the gig!”

While the two members of DIGG went back in to tell their lead singer about the situation, you walked back over to the Mud Dogz, a little shock zipped through you to see that they were still trying to come up with a new plan.

“Hey! Why don’t we just make our own band?!”

“Oh sure, while we’re at it, let me just revisit my old High School and go to prom. That rich pigeon would kick us out in a heartbeat.”

“Why do we even need a band, Len?”

“We gotta make sure we have a distraction that won’t stop midway, along with making sure that bird stays in her seat while we’re cracking into her safe.”

“Hey, The DIGGS are doing it.”

The three males looked over at you as you picked the dirt from under your nails, the nonchalant look you gave them created more confusion between them.

“Is Prairie Dog doing it?”

“Nope.”

“But they need a singer.”

“I know, and they got one.”

“And who would dat’ be?”

“Me.”

Leonards’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief when you announced that you would be the one singing to Miss. MacQuoid. Quiet and timid you, barely saying a word to yokai’s you didn’t know, and didn’t like the attention from a crowd. At least, that’s what the ogre thought you were like, but now, with your arms crossed over your chest and a smug smile molded onto your face, he believed that he was seeing you in a different light.

“You sing, sweetheart?”

You gave a stiff nod and rolled your shoulders, the jacket you wore shifting under the movement.

“Like a canary.”

“Ha! Good one.”

“Look,” you sighed, your hands raising up against you.

“I can sing with Groundhog and Honey Badger while the rest of you do what needs to be done. Got it?”

Leonard was never the type to take orders from anyone else, he could barely take any from Danny or Mickey. Yet you stood proud next to him, your quick mind already working out ideas to help the gang more than he could, but even with all of that self-confidence you had possessed at that moment, you still looked up at him for the go-ahead. And with that, he gave you the nod to continue and you both started to build up a plan.

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Leonard took his seat at one of the multiple dining tables, the suit he wore was rigid against his skin. It was a few days after making the plan and tonight was the night to execute it. While you and him made sure the fancy bird was distracted, Danny and Mickey would sneak into her private room and take every last piece of gold and money she had.

Different species of yokai surrounded Leonard as he took a swig of one of several options of alcohol at the table, his fingers working against the glass as he awaited for Miss. MacQuoid. A large stage stood in front of him, the black floor being leveled a little higher than the tables and the stage extended outward until it was in the middle of the ballroom. The dinner hall was dimly lit with golden lanterns hung on the wall and sat at each table. Voices buzzed around him like flies as he continued to check his watch, his mind accidentally going to you.

He had never heard you sing, not even hum with a tune of a song, and he wondered if you were bluffing or not, but you wouldn’t be the type to put any of them in danger. You were very protective of them once you joined the Mud Dogz, even with you being barely younger than them, you almost took the parent role and made sure that they took care of themselves. The ogre pinched the bridge of his nose as he once again tried to admit to himself that he slightly, barely liked you. He had grown fond of you after getting close, and you somehow got under his shell, and then under his skin like a love virus, taking control over his emotions and his instincts.

What you did to him almost made him angry, because he’s never had these sensations before, even when yokai tried to flirt with him, he just couldn’t do it.

But with you? Maybe.

The congested room of yokai went silent and Leonard looked up at what seemed like a theatre balcony, only that it was barely above the stage or table level. A large and feathery bird strolled into it from its only entrance, her feathers painted different variations of colors that Leonard believed she could be her own rainbow. The elegant dress she wore reeked with vintage and by the boastful bows and string attached to it, Leonard wasn’t surprised at all to find out that she was a hopeless romantic.

Oh jeez you were going to sing a love song to this crowd and he got to watch? He couldn’t tell if he was nervous or amused for what was about to happen.

The buff guards next to Miss. MacQuoid were stern next to her, and Leonard could see they had handguns strapped against their sides. He hoped that she didn’t have those types of guards at her private office and his mind drifted to worry for Danny and Mickey, but his job was to stay here and make sure the parrot watched you perform; he would just have to trust that everything went fine.

The parrot yokai lifted up her left wing, the rows of colors on her feathers were blinding against the light as that one move ordered for the band to begin, disinterest already crossing her face as some of the launters were blown out and the room went dark.

Leonard prayed that everything was fine with you backstage as Honey Badger and Groundhog walked out, their instruments in hand as they got settled on stage.

Groundhog got herself settled behind the drum set while Honey Badger got her electric guitar ready, the usual bass guitarist having to change due to the song and the lead guitarist was sick.

And then the music started.

The dark yokai slammed on the guitar and soon her hot pink-haired friend joined in, her drumsticks beating against different ones that sat in front of her.

A spotlight was turned to the opposite side of the stage and a hooded figure was caught in the dazzling light. Their body was covered with the black cloak as they slowly made their way towards the stage, their figure easily passing the tables as Groundhog and Honey Badger loudly sang the beginning of the chorus.

“Want your bad romance!”

And right after the strange hooded figure started to sing, a mic now in their hands as they continued to walk past the party guests.

“I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it’s free,” the stranger sang out, almost making every yokai in the room lean back in surprise at the voice behind the hood. Leonard watched as the figure strolled by him, his leg raising up until his ankle landed on his knee, in a comfortable position. Where were you?

The stranger continued to sing to the crowd as they made their way upstage, the cloak they wore barely showing the black boots that they wore that slammed against the plastic material of the stage.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love, I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

The singer grabbed a mic stand that stood near the back of the stage with the other band members, their fingers carefully wrapping around the jet-black pole as they brought it with them to barely stand in front of Groundhog and Honey Badger, dragging it behind them like a limp leg.

“I want your drama, the touch of your hand. I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand.”

The mystery person then pointed out towards the crowd, their finger aiming towards Miss. MacQuoid, who raised a feathery eyebrow in interest.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

The singer still remained a mystery as they placed the mic into the slot of the stand, their voice becoming raspy and on edge as they sang:

“You know that I want you, and you know that I need you. I want it bad, a bad romance!” And right before the singer could get to the screaming continuation of romance, it seemed like Honey Badger had enough of their singer teasing the crowd and pulled the hood back to reveal you.

Leonard felt his head tilt downward in shock at the sight of you. Make-up decorated your face in a stylish manner, your hair done up in a crazy yet slick style to represent a rockstar. Your outfit was still covered by the cloak, but the blank blanket hugged your figure as you strolled closer to the guitarist and the drummer, your voice steadily rising with confidence.

I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!”

Soft ‘oh’s’ from the two band members echoed throughout the room as your voice rose with the music.

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!”

And that’s when you hit the long note, your voice blearing into the microphone as the crowd started to cheer, male and female yokai hollering with the bass of the song.

Leonard was still trying to take this all in as he watched you prance around stage, as if you were born to rock. To see you singing one his favorite genre of music and being good at it, he double-checked his drink to make sure it wasn’t doused with something extra. He looked back to fint eh aristocrat leaning forward, her feathers under her beak as she watched you perform with amusement. With the music starting, Danny and Mickey would be breaking into her private office right now, and deep inside of Leonard knew that he was no longer upset that he wasn’t a part of it.

You finished the first part of the song and let the music thunder around you like a storm as the nerve sweats started to be replaced with excitement and the pounding in your body no longer heart. It was actually your idea to come in from a different area than the stage to give the element of surprise, and it seemed to work on the pretty parrot that now stared at you. All those years of choir and going to concerts seemed to pay off as you chanted into the mic you held.

You had spotted Leonard right when you walked into the entertainment room, and the bewilderment on his face was something that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Maybe you should start surprising him more often.

“I want your horror, I want your design, cause you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine” you purred to the crowd, your legs taking you down the long stage. The smoke machines the stage workers had placed around the stage started to spill out grey pools of clouds, the fog swimming around your feet as you made it to the end of the stage.

“I want your love.”

“I want your love!”

“Love, love, love, I want your love.”

“I want your love, I want your love!”

You bent down and leaned in close to the neared guest, her face going beat red as you continued without missing a beat.

“I want your psycho, your vertigo stick. I want you in my room when the baby is sick! I want your love!”

The female yokai rapidly fanned herself as you continued the chorus, the DIGG members behind you pouring their soul into the background verse as they continued to play their instruments, Honey Badger’s tongue was sticking out as she shredded the guitar.

You looked up at the bird yokai and saw that her face was leaning on one of her arms, her other claw playing with her drink with boredom.

Alright, time to crank this up a notch.

“You know that I want you, and you know that I need you. I want it bad, a bad romance!”

And with a loud yell, you ripped off your cloak, revealing the outfit you choose for this concert. The goth-like outfit that covered you shined in the spotlight and the golden gleam of the lanterns, the black and leather almost gave an edge to your demeanor as you raged out the rest of the chorus.

“Caught in a bad romance!”

The ogre’s fingers were tapping against his thigh as you continued to dance on stage, and then his eyes were taking in every detail of your body and clothes as you revealed yourself under the dark cape and now the guests were roaring your name, well the DIGGS name. But they reached out for you as if you were famous, and the way you performed as if it was a walk in the park almost made him laugh. He had to keep himself still so he wouldn’t stand with the rest of the yokai, but it was difficult for him not to join the raised hands of ‘rock and roll’ symbol and to join the entertained crowd. Danny and Mickey would never believe that this way you on stage, Leonard still couldn’t wrap his head around it even with you being at the climax of the song.

The green yokai turned just in time to see Miss. MacQuoid let out a yawn and she whispered something to her bodyguard. Leonard quickly looked back at you, his hands already raising up to grab your attention.

Your eyes rolled over to him and followed his concealed signal up to the theatre balcony, your eyes growing wide to see the rich yokai getting her things ready as if she was leaving.

Crap! Crap! She isn’t entertained, she’s not into the performance! There’s got to be something I could do?! She’s into romance, what else would she want?

You turned back to Leonard as Honey Badger and Groundhog continued to growl the harmony, your mind traveling to an idea that could end horribly, or might end up saving you all.

Alright, Leonard, get ready to have your world rocked.

You kicked one of the small spotlights that were screwed into the stage onto Leonard, his eyes squinting against the bright blaze. Your hands worked against the microphone and pulled the mic out of its hold, your eyes on target as you jumped off the stage.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge. I want your love- I don’t wanna be friends.”

Your hips slowly twisted back and forth as you were inches away from the leader of the Mud Dogz, his eyes expanding in panic. Your hand then hooked under his tie and you lightly pulled him up from his seat, your fingers digging into his tie. You didn’t know if it was the vibration of the music but your body was trembling, the end of your nails clawing at his suit as he towered over you.

“Je veux ton amour, Et je veux ta revanche, J' veux ton amour,” your voice curled with yearn as you released his tie and started to circle him, your eyes looking over at Miss. MacQuoid for a split second, and relief flooded over you to see her eyes locked on the both of you, enjoyment flushed over her face.

“I don’t wanna be friends.”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

You were twirling around him now, your body pushing into his as you made eye-contact with him and couldn’t help but feel pride rise in your stomach at the red that crossed his face. The fear, and confusion, and the arousal that boiled in Leonard’s stomach was almost too much to bear. Was he supposed to go along with this? Or act dumbfounded? Or kiss you right then and there?!

I don’t wanna be friends.”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

The perfume/cologne you were wearing was overpowering as you continued to circle him, the leather and rough patches of your clothes tingled against his bare skin and he had to ball his hands into fists to stop them from going to you. Your mouth was agape to sooth out the words of the song and to even think about those lips being against his- wait what were the lyrics to the song again?

“No, I don’t wanna be friends!”

“I don’t wanna be friends!”

I don’t wanna be friends?

You were in front of him now, a seductive smile on your face as you inched yourself closer to him, the smell of mint and sweat lingered on your breath and Leonard couldn’t help but shiver as if it was only you two in the whole room.

“Want your bad romance.”

“Want your bad romance!”

You slipped yourself away from him as you said it, your eyes cutting holes into him as you turned back, as if what you were doing to him didn’t satisfy your appetite.

And as the next lyric was about to slip out of your mouth, he finally saw it. Your make-up, the eyeshadow that was brushed against your eyes was blue, the sapphire was stripped with black of your eyeliner.

“Want your bad romance!!”

“Want your bad romance!”

And with the edge of your fingers you pushed him back into his seat and raced away, your voice now echoing through the crowds, the rich yokai’s were screeching the band name, some were even whistling and letting out holliers as you leapt onto one of the tables, your knees hitting the wooden desk as you cried into the mic. Leonard half-heartedly looked up to find Miss.MacQuoid leaning out of her seat, red blush marking her face as she clapped, her beak opening up to let out cheers as well.

Was..was that part of the act? Or was it a confession?

The “Oh’s” of your song spilled into the dimly lit room, the two otherband members were literally jumping in their spots, their rockstar hearts seemed to play the instruments in their hands as you got off the table. With lustful eyes, Leonard watched as you got back into stage, the music ever so slightly deceased as the smoke started to consume you. Before you could disappear under the silvery clouds, you pointed a finger up to the rich parrot and yelled along with the band.

“Want your bad romance!”

And the stage went dark, the spotlights being turned off by the stage workers and the guests of the party were calling for an encore from the band, and Miss. MacQuoid threw a rose down towards the stage.

The leader of the Mud Dogz swayed back into his chair, his fingers running through his fingers, his lungs were having trouble creating breaths and it seemed that his body couldn’t cool down. He barely felt his phone buzz in his pocket until it happened repeatedly.

His green hand pulled it out and saw a text from Danny, confirming that they had successfully looted the vault and were heading back to the apartment. The last thing to do was to get you and the two other mutants out of here.

Leonard got himself out of his seat and started to prowl past the other guest members, their voices still rising due to the performance. The ogre listened to the rich civilians talk about you, some wanted to meet you, some wanted your autograph, but some were envious of you, some thought you were a sleeze.

A growl built in Leonard’s throat but he continued to the door that led to the backstage. He was glad to find that he had beat any of the yokai’s or Miss. MacQuoid there. He opened the door and snuck past a few of the bodyguards that were stationed back there and he briskly found your changing room and barged in, the door slamming behind him before one of the henchmen could find him.

“Be glad I wasn’t changing.”

Leonard turned to see you sitting in front of a massive mirror, collections of make-up and clothes spilled over the vanity and a tray of water was next to you. Half of your make-up was off, a wipe sat firmly in your hand with the aftermath of it.

“Be glad that I didn’t get caught trying to find you. Where are Groundhog and Honey Badger?”

“I told them to get out while they could, I wanted this off first. I don’t understand how those girls wear it all the time.”

You were out of the strapped leather and back into your regular clothes and familiarity drowned over the ogre to see you back in your style. He eyed the blue that lingered on the other half of your face and he looked down at his wrist, where he had wrapped his bandana that was usually around his head, the blues almost identical.

“Did you have fun singing?”

You turned back to look at him, a smile on your face. Strong, silent, and cautious Leonard now looked like a little boy asking for your autograph. You messed with the make-up that was in your hands as you got up from your seat, your feet taking you over to him.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Who was this new you? And why did he crave more of it?

Even with the expensive scents this place gave you, he could still make out your scent that he held dear. Your now natural and soft face was close to his, your skin shined with the cleaning wipe and the overshadow of black still lined against your eyes. The lights that hung around the room and the one that collected around the mirror brought out features that Leonard found most endearing about you.

“Yes.”

And then he kissed you.

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not beyond repair (18/20)

AO3

“So my mom made a proposal,” Veronica announces. She’s leaning against JD’s chest, the two of them half-lying on the grass outside their school and their hands joined and his arm around her shoulders. His cheek rubs against her hair gently, and her thumb strokes the back of his hand. The weather is as close to perfect as Sherwood, Ohio ever gets; the sky is as blue as the blazer she’s sitting on and the grass is so perfect it looks like it’s out of a cartoon. There’s a warm buzz in the air that’s practically tangible, weaving its way into Westerberg High life and turning what were sad-eyed, sullen and slow walking teenagers into bouncing, giggling little messes. The sweetness of summer and freedom is so close they can almost touch it, and for the seniors, that means graduation is closer than ever, something they wouldn’t be able to forget even without the constant announcements of caps and gowns, extra credits and practice ceremonies.

Veronica’s still not sure how she feels about it.

“What?” Martha asks, Heather’s head in her lap and her fingers running through the other girl’s hair.

“It’s this graduation party at my house,” she explains. “My parents had it planned for months and it was just going to be my family.” Martha nods, having already known about it. It would go without saying that family includes her. “But my mom asked last night if you guys wanted to come.” She nudges JD gently in the ribs and nods over at Macnamara, pulling some blades of grass out of the ground. “And your parents can come too if they want. What do you say?”

“I say ‘hell yeah’!” Heather squeaks apparently rejuvenated after being half asleep for most of their lunch hour. “I mean, I don’t know for sure if my parents can come, but I’m definitely going.” Martha kisses her finger and taps Heather’s nose with it, making her scrunch up her face in a way that makes Veronica want to reach over and squish her cheeks. It’s getting harder and harder to make the connection between Heather Macnamara-head-cheerleader-whose-dad-is-loaded-and-who-would-ace-blackmail-if-it-were-a-class and Heather Macnamara-her-best-friend’s-girlfriend-who-doodles-flowers-in-notebooks-and-helps-colour-code-her-flashcards. Back in the day, Heather was definitely the one of the group she got along the most with and was the closest to what she would call a real friend, but even then it felt like there was a sheet of plastic between the two of them and stopping any real bonding. But now, Veronica’s squeezing her hand and shooting little finger guns at her like they’ve been doing it all their lives.

“J?” she asks, pulling his hand into his lap to play with his fingers. “Are you in?”

“Of course I’m in,” he replies, kissing the top of her head and hugging her tighter. The corners of her mouth turn up as he nuzzles into her. “I wouldn’t miss it.” She hums contentedly and continues idly playing with his hand. “So your entire family?”

“More or less,” she sighs. “Perks of being an only child, your parents decide to put all the effort into you.” She squeezes his hand and leans back into his embrace. “That’s why I need you guys there. So I don’t go insane with my extended family.”

“And there I was thinking you actually liked our company,” JD jokes.

“Eh, you’re okay,” she answers teasingly before tilting her head back and planting a kiss on his jaw. She checks the time with a pained groan, bumping her head against JD’s chest before wriggling out of his hold, which isn’t easy considering how he’s tangled himself around her. “Come on. I still have to go to my locker.”

“Me too,” Martha agrees, gently shaking Heather awake. The other girl pouts as she follows Martha to her feet, even if it lessens a little when Martha presses a whispered kiss to her cheek. She rests her cheek on her shoulder as they walk back into school, their bodies pressed close together and their hands clasped. If anyone notices, they think nothing of it.

Inside, kids are sitting on window ledges or cross legged against the walls, jackets off and the freshman girls with their sleeves rolled up to compare tans. It’s Ohio, after all, the first spot of sunshine does insane things to one’s mind. Especially since the weatherman and the growing clouds promise it won’t last.

“Oh, nice,” Veronica sighs, coming to her locker. Someone from prom committee stuck a flyer on it, reminding them of the upcoming event. At least it’s a poster and not an insult, she tells herself as she opens her locker and starts exchanging books.

“Well that’s one way to show school spirit,” JD remarks, taking the flyer off the door and examining it. “If a little tacky.”

“You think prom is tacky?” Veronica asks, ducking her head so he won’t see her face fall.

“Not prom,” he replies. “The amount of glitter on this poster.” She brightens at that, her calm restoring as she closes the locker and takes his hand to pull his arm around her. “I guess the freshman art club lent a hand.”

“Oh, that reminds me, Martha what colour’s your dress going to be?” Heather asks, swinging their hands together. “Because I don’t want us to clash, but I’ve already got my eye on a few.”

“Oh… I don’t know,” Martha replies, scratching behind her ear. “I guess I haven’t looked at any yet. But you should wear what you want.”

“But since you’re my date, I don’t want to wear the same colour as you,” she sighs, her chin leaning on her fist and her mouth screwed the way it normally is when she’s thinking hard.

“Well, why don’t you show me what you’re choosing from when I’m at your house on Friday,” she suggests, rolling her eyes just enough for Veronica alone to notice. “That way I cane make sure I don’t clash with you.”

“Okay!” she beams, her worries flying out of her head. She shares a gentle smile with Martha and their hands brush against each other’s.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Martha says, turning to JD and Veronica as they come to the bottom of the stairs.

“See you later kids,” Veronica replies.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” JD adds, earning him another poke in the chest from Veronica. It can’t have been more than slight pressure, but he lets out a squeak and rubs his ribcage with a pout.

“I should fear for my safety around you and your elbows,” he remarks, twirling her under his arm as they start in the direction of their class. He swings their joined hands slowly, a slight frown on his face. “So… about the prom… do I need to know what colour your dress is? Or am I not allowed to know anything about it until the big night?”

“I think you’re confusing it with a wedding, J,” she says. “I guess not. Why would you need to know?”

“Well if you’re my date, don’t I need to buy you a matching corsage?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Okay, let me try this,” he begins. “Since you are my wonderful girlfriend, who I love and to whom I want to give the most amazing prom experience she could ever wish for, shouldn’t I need to buy you a corsage?”

“You’re sweet,” she giggles. Sweet is an understatement really. “You don’t need to.” She looks up just in time to see his smile faltering, so slight and changed so suddenly anyone who didn’t know him like she did would think they imagined it. So she squeezes his hand, losing this battle with no qualms. “But if you want to… I might go with something blue.” She tugs on her blazer. “My lucky colour, I guess.”

“You always look beautiful in blue,” he tells her warmly. She leans her pink cheek against his shoulder, slightly conscious of the eyes of passers-by, even though Fleming isn’t around and hardly anyone from their grade is either.

“I didn’t think you were into prom,” she remarks.

“You didn’t?”

“Just, you never mentioned it,” she replies, slightly regretting it now, even if his amused grin should put her at ease. “We never talked about it.”

“I just…” He trails off and after a moment’s hesitation, pulls her over to the window ledge, sitting up with one leg curled underneath him. He takes her hand as she sits beside him, running his thumb over her knuckles and his face creased in gentle confusion. “I just assumed we were going together.”

“Yeah,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s stupid.”

“Ronnie-”

“Well, I just don’t really know how all this works,” she says. “Even now. You’re my first boyfriend and this is my first time going to a dance with a boyfriend.” She shrugs, toying with the chain of her necklace. “My only reference is romance movies and I don’t think they’re entirely realistic.”

“Aw.” He tickles her cheek and under her chin, making squirm and swipe her hands at him.

“Don’t aww me,” she tells him, shaking her head fondly.

“So… were you expecting me to ask you to prom?” he asks with a grin.

“A bit redundant now.”

“Not the question.” She rolls her eyes, looking over at him. Her JD, his hair pushed back, his eyes sparkling as he waits for her to answer. He almost looks excited, her dork of a boyfriend asking permission to ask her to prom.

It’s moments like this that remind her what being in love is.

“Yes, then.” Although she begins to regret her decision, when he gets up, swirling around in a grand fashion and making the sophomore girls across the hall from them look up from the homework they’re working on last minute.

“J-”

“Sh,” he commands, holding his hand up. She leans back against the window, laughter breaking through her falsely unamused exterior. JD clears his throats and takes in a deep breath, beginning with a straight back and a facial expression to rival Mr Darcy. “Miss Veronica Sawyer. Since the day I laid eyes on you in seventh grade, I knew you were the one for me. You captivated me with your mismatched scarf and your jean jacket, and I knew I wanted to stare into your… into the endless pools of your eyes forever.” She buries her face in her hands, her face red from embarrassment and from holding back her laughter. “And now that we have found each other again, I must ask you a most serious question.”

“Okay what are you and Claire watching?” she asks him between laughs, shaking her head fondly.

When he gets down on one knee, she loses control entirely, barely managing to prop herself up on her elbow all while looking at his completely too serious expression.

“Veronica Sawyer, will you be my date to the prom?” he asks with shining eyes, struggling to keep himself composed as well.

“Oh my God.” She buries her face in her hand, trying to catch her breath and pull herself upright. Every time she’s close to it, she falls again as her cackle continues to echo down the hall. There’s an ache in her chest and God does she love it. “You’re such a dick.”

“I might be a dick, but I’m a dick who is on my knee here,” he reminds her. “And this position is not comfortable, so…”

“Yes,” she interrupts, taking his hand and pulling him up. “Yes, I will go to prom with you.” He pulls her up against him, rubbing their noses together. Her toes tingle as she curls her fingers into his jacket, giggling against him. “You’re such a loser.”

“Oh really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. She presses her finger lightly against the dimple in his cheek.

“Yep,” she replies, running her fingers through his hair. “Big, dumb, sappy romantic loser.” She presses a short and sweet kiss to his lips. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop smiling, nor could she chase away that giddy warmth in her chest. “That I am very lucky to have.”

*****

Veronica has thought about her dream prom dress more times than she would care to admit. Less now, of course, but in her preteen and early high school days, most of her daydreams involved finding her perfect dress, having her hair done and coming down the stairs looking like a princess, preferably with a wide-eyed boy at the bottom of the stairs. That fantasy was discarded as she grew older and wiser and her classmates became beasts that even she couldn’t ignore. But for a year or two, the idea of her perfect prom had kept her young imagination entertained and active for hours.

So when she walks into the dress store for the first time, she doesn’t mind the flurry of excitement in her chest. She almost feels like her twelve year old self is beside her, holding her hand and jumping up and down as they enter. With its spotless white carpet, sky-blue walls and the silver lights twisted into intricate and enchanting patterns, her own little hometown seems a world away.

“So Heather said she’s either going to wear yellow or white,” Martha says, running her hand along the rack of dresses, pulling at the ones that catch her eye. “So I can’t wear anything that clashes with that.”

“I’ll place bets on her wearing yellow.” Veronica pulls one off the rack, pale pink and thin straps, the top covered in tiny flowers. Holding it up, the lights shine through the net skirt and the flower petals impossibly soft between her fingers.

“That’s pretty.”

“Yeah, it is. Go try it on.” She takes it off the rack and presses it into her best friend’s arms, chuckling somewhat proudly at the confused expression on her face.

“You’re not getting it?” she asks.

“Nope,” she replies, shaking her head. “Pink doesn’t really work for me. Works for you though.” She winks, pulling her into the changing rooms and falls back into one of the white wicker chairs, her long legs dangling over the edge. “Now go. Be pretty.”

She does look pretty in that dress, even as she crosses her arms over her chest and pulls herself inwards, her eyes wide and anxious and silently pleading as she looks over at Veronica.

There’s a strange mixture of anger and compassion in Veronica’s heart. She thought that at this point, maybe she’d gotten over it, but she still finds herself clenching her fist when she’s reminded of how Martha views herself, and who exactly is responsible for it.

And then there’s guilt. A little punch of guilt that comes in, right in the middle of everything. The price of popularity, however temporary, she thinks.

“You look amazing,” she tells her, standing up and taking her hands. Sincerity creeps into Martha’s smile and hope into her eyes as Veronica admires her on her own before twirling her around to face her reflection in the full length mirror. The Veronica in the mirror rests her chin on her Martha’s shoulder, her arms coming around her waist and squeezing tightly. “So…”

“I…” Martha toys with the straps, shifting nervously on her feet. “I don’t know.” She runs her hand down the skirt with a shrug and squeezes her waist. “I mean, it’s pretty. I just don’t know if it’s for me.”

“Okay.” She takes hold of Martha’s hand. She looks stunning in it, but she doesn’t want to press. If it’s not for her, it’s not for her, she reasons. “There’s still a shot load of dresses out there to choose from.”

“For you too,” Martha reminds her with a poke in the chest. “You’re not getting out of this.”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” she replies, giggling, the twelve year old taking over with almost no resistance from her. She follows Martha out of the changing room with bouncy little steps and a light tingle in her chest. Her cheeks start to hurt as she tries to school her features and give a calm front in front of the other patrons, but by the time Martha starts lifting dresses and raising her eyebrows suggestively at her, they can think she’s mad for all she cares. Together, they twirl around and get lost in the world of glittering skirts and spaghetti straps, playing at being princesses in the mirror and matching dresses to shoes to bags. If she closed her eyes, Veronica might be able to think she was back in her bedroom, adjusting a tiara on Martha’s head and tripping over a too-long skirt.

“Hey, this would look really good on you,” Martha suggests, lifting a dark blue one off the rack and holding it up against her, tilting Veronica’s chin up to get a better look of it. “Are you going to wear that necklace to prom?”

“What, this one?” she asks, touching the ever-present butterfly at the case of her throat. “I… don’t know. Maybe. I never really thought about it. Sometimes I sort of forget I even have it on.”

“You should,” Martha tells her. “It’s pretty. And it would look really pretty with this dress.”

“You know, I sort of feel like you’re pushing me in the direction of this dress,” she remarks, taking it off her. It is lovely, a shade or two darker than her necklace and silver sequins clustered around the waist. She finds that the more she looks at it, the more she likes it, with minute details calling out to her, one being the impossibly soft material of the skirt beneath her fingers and the pattern weaved by the little diamonds along the single strap.

In fact, she’s so busy being captivated by it that she doesn’t even register the bell ringing as the door opens, nor does she pick up on the new customers until she catches a flash of a red blazer approaching her.

Yet strangely, she doesn’t crumple in on herself the way she used to, nor is she overcome by a desire to impress. She definitely doesn’t look at them with a wistful awe like she did in her pre-Heathers days. Instead, she merely smiles in Heather’s direction, even as Martha stiffens a little beside her.

“Are you… getting that?” Chandler asks. It’s only when Veronica looks up she sees Duke behind her, holding plastic-covered dress close to her chest, her lips rolled into a thin line and her eyes trained on the floor. She’s seen Duke looking like that before, in the privacy of a bathroom cubicle, where she thinks Veronica can’t see her.

“Yeah… probably,” she answers, looking down at it again. She reaches out and taps the back of Martha’s hand gently, brushing her fingers against hers.

“Well…” Here we go. “You should. It’s pretty.”

Wait, what?

When she looks up again, she doesn’t find the poison-laced smile and raised eyebrows she’s come to associate with compliments from Heather Chandler. Instead, she offers an offhand shrug, her face halfway to a smile. A real one too, even if it look false on her face.

“Thanks,” Veronica says. Heather nods, drumming her fingertips on her arms. Behind her, Duke takes a deep breath, her face softer than Veronica’s ever seen it, before tugging on Chandler’s elbow.

“Mac isn’t with you?” Duke asks just as they’re turning to leave. It comes out so quickly and haphazardly that it all sounds like one word and Veronica takes a moment to sort through and separate it into something coherent. Even Chandler seems surprised at what she said.

“She didn’t want to see what I was wearing,” Martha answers. “She wants to be surprised.”

“Oh,” is all she says, nodding quickly and holding her own dress tighter.

Thankfully, they take the tight, tense air with them as they leave, their heels hitting the floor in a confident rhythm that doesn’t match their fidgeting fingers and unsure faces.

“Are you okay?” Veronica asks, noticing Martha’s eyes following the two of them out the door.

“Yeah,” she says, turning back to the rack with an unfamiliar determination and picking one off, one she had hastily dismissed mere minutes earlier with a wistful look down at herself. Now she holds it up in front of her, taking in a long, deep breath, her jaw set. “I’m going to try this one on.”

“Really?” she asks, breaking into a smile. Martha nods, a spark in her eye that Veronica hadn’t realised she had missed until now. “Good.”

She’s just pulled the single strap of the dress over her shoulder when Martha knocks on the door, quick and apprehensive and tinged with impatience. Despite the door between them, she can almost see her beaming smile and wringing hands, see her biting her lip like she’s trying to hold herself together.

“Come on. I don’t want to look in the mirror without you.”

“Okay, I’m coming,” she laughs, shaking her head a little and running her hand down the skirt. From her perspective, it’s pretty perfect, but she’s looking from the neck down. She tucks the label in, pulls it down one last time and steps out, met with a sight that makes her catch her breath.

“Woah,” they say at the same time. If it was the Heathers’ arrival that made Martha pick that dress, then thank God for them, because it’s amazing. Pink and purple flowers are weaved onto the white fabric, her hair falling over her bare shoulders, a deep purple ribbon around her waist and a full, flowing skirt. It’s uniquely Martha, she thinks, like God hand-picked that dress for her.

“You look amazing,” Veronica breathes, gently taking her arm and moving it away so she can look at it properly. Martha looks down, half hiding her smile.

“You should see yourself,” She responds, taking Veronica’s hand and turning her around to face the full-length mirror.

The girl in her reflection looks everything and nothing like her. Same long limbs and pale skin, big brown eyes and dark hair she can never truly get under control. Everything is the same as when she left the house that morning, except for the fact that she’s in the most lovely thing she’s ever worn and might ever wear in her life. Everything she loved about it on the hanger comes alive on her, the diamonds on the top winking at her every time she moves, the ruffles on the skirt move like ripples on a lake and when she turns it spins around her, floating on the air and pulsing like butterfly wings.

She lets herself be arrogant for a moment and appreciate the colour against her skin, how the skirt hugs her waist before flowing outwards. She lets herself think ‘damn’ and turn around a little to look at the back, lets herself be in love with the way it shimmers under the overhead lights. She lets herself smile and gasp and be excited for herself. She lets herself believe she looks beautiful, and she won’t feel bad for it.

“Told you,” Martha says, brushing her hair off her shoulder. “You think this is it?” Veronica takes her hand and wraps her other arm around Martha’s shoulder, smiling back at their reflections.

“Yeah, I think it is.” She squeezes her best friend’s shoulders tightly, rocking them a little. “As long as you’re getting that one too.”

“I think I am,” she says, pulling at the skirt again, half-gasping and half-laughing. Martha’s never been one to hide her feelings, but she probably couldn’t now even if she wanted to. Neither could Veronica. They exit the store with broad grins and borderline infectious giggles, their dresses neatly folded in white paper bags, throwing suggestions for shoes and accessories like they’re frivolous pieces of paper as they bounce along the streets.

The twinge of sadness kindly doesn’t make itself known until she returns home. But when it does, she feels it.

Dear diary, Veronica writes that night, retreating to the best source of comfort she knows. She looks over at her wardrobe, where her prom dress sits in wait, a plastic sheet protecting it from any dirt or dust that might dare to spoil it. She clicks her pen in and out again. I’ve spent my entire life waiting for the day I leave. I started researching colleges when I was fifteen. I knew where I wanted to go when I was sixteen. I threw all that work into getting out when I was seventeen. And now I’m eighteen and all I want to do now is stay.

She turns her head, not sure why until she catches sight of two of the photos on her nightstand. One of her and Martha eating ice cream cones on the beach in the era of braces and bad hair, one of her and JD, her sitting behind him and kissing his head while he laughs at something. She turns the photos over in her hands, both memories just about clear in her head, and takes a deep breath.

I changed this year, she writes. More than I thought I could. Everyone did. The Heathers leave us alone for one. Martha has a girlfriend now and I’m in love with JD, and I’m happy. I never wasn’t, but it’s a new kind of happy. I guess I didn’t realise it existed until I had it. She chews on the edge of her pen, breathing through the heavy weight sitting in her chest. She doesn’t feel like crying, not exactly, but when she looks up on her calendar and sees the days marked until graduation, there’s a flash of panic inside her, followed by a little melancholic kick. She looks out at the town she grew up in, one that for better or worse has marked her soul. A car ride away is the girl who’s held her hand since before she could walk and the boy who now holds her heart. And while she doesn’t regret applying to college, she starts to wish that it wasn’t so soon. And I don’t want it all to end yet.

#jdronica #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heathers fanfic #fic: not beyond repair #what if i told yall the next chapter is coming tomorrow to make up for this less-than-good update?#huh?#would you love me again?

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cmcreid-warriorprincess · 5 years ago

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Parentdale - - - for plotting ref!

So Lyndsy’s soiree has be thinking about the Havensdale parents a lot and I’d love to plot out some connections with them!! Below’s a list of all my viable parents and their backstories in a compact summary for reference (feel free to message me about connections etc and what it’ll mean for our actual characters!):

Havensdale Natives (they grew up here so high school etc connections like!!)

Karen McReid (single, fc; stana katic) - you know her already! The aunt of Ruby & Carrie, mom of Danny. She was super serious in high school, like ‘class president’ material also with a bit of a wild side but her sis Krystal was the Wild OneTM. Had the weight of the world on her shoulders ALL the time. Eventually dated Daniel Moore (Jenny’s uncle) in high school. Now a businesswomen and all around pillar of the community but keeps an arms length from being too involved in town shenanigans.

Veronica Evans (single) - this is Erica and Rose’s mom! She’s very lovely, a friendly neighbour with a messy ex that no one really knows the real story of (except a select few including neighbours the Wilsons). Close with McReids & Wilsons. Had a lot of friends in high school but lost touch with them when she was married. Is still trying to regain Power over her life and have fun again with friends. Doesn’t date but might want to. Help her.

Chuck and Claire Cooper (married, fc; paul rudd and leslie mann) - the Cooper’s! Christian’s parents and Cam/Callie’s aunt and uncle. Chuck is a teacher at Havens High and Claire owns local baker ‘Claire’s Cakes’. Chuck Cooper was the Ricky Beaumont of his time, total party animal, messy flirt, always up for shots. He’s a bop! Claire is the one who keeps them together, a responsible, very embarrassing mom (they’re both embarrassing tbh). They were BFF since childhood but didn’t get togetherTM until well after high school. ▣ (x)

Victoria Harvelle (married, fc; america ferrera) - Jess’ mom and absolute #dramaQUEEN. She grew up in Havensdale and got the hell out as soon as she turned 18. She’s an ex soap opera star, glamazon and simply #dying over having to be back in Havensdale all these years. Thinks she’s better than everyone - always did. D-I-V-A. Fake friends only probably. Knows her husband is cheating on her. Will not discuss his love child Lua Harvelle thanks bye. Was compelled by Jess to think they’d sent her away for her bad behaviour but tbh won’t bring her up either.

Mitchell and Lacy Morrison (married, fc; alexis denisof and charisma carpenter) - the Morrison parents! Mitch is an absolute dork with really cool socks who owns ‘Morrison Records’. Honestly just...a soft, nerdy Dad who loves his wife more than anything. Lacy is the Bad GirlTM and always was (definitely in love with this nerd all her life tbh). She’s very cool which makes up for how uncool Mitch is. Remember, non-magical people think Mark woke up from his ‘coma’ recently and magicals know he was brought back from the dead. They deserve a nice night, basically.

Aaron and Marie Fairchild (widowed, deceased) - Charlene’s mom/Rachel’s uncle and aunt. Marie died when Charlene was young and Aaron is always on the road for work. Marie was thee Cool MomTM and very involved. They both would have had a TON of friends until Marie died and Aaron became distant. Needless to say, neither are here tonight.

Lyndsy McArthur and Andrew Moore (re-married - fc; , deceased - fc; jason bateman) - Jenny’s parents! We all know Lyndsy of ‘Lyndsy’s café’. She’s an absolute sweetheart with a right hook to match. Another piller of the community TBH, need I say more? The same goes for Andrew who died when Jenny was little (he was a fireman). These two were high school sweethearts, 100% the cutest couple, probably prom king and queen. Lyndsy’s now married to Derek McArthur if y’all remember!

Felicity Montgomery (married, fc; madchen amick) - #icequeen! In high school though she was a punky rebel with a giant attitude problem. Her and Ethan McArthur were also #that couple - don’t remind her. (x)

Maryse Anderson (married) - Effy & Lana’s mom, god help her. Very judgy, very straight laced and god fearin’ - she’s also super involved with the town’s events etc. Probably causes drama at every PTA meeting. Probably has beef with every other parent in town. BIG SECRET: her husband is in jail.

Larry Manning (married, fc; will smith) - Tyler’s dad. Owner of family pub/restaurant ‘The Silver Fox’ and a town treasure. Basically everyone’s dad, always looking out for you and can fix pretty much anything. He’s a settled down, very chill, married man and father. Was literally THE COOLEST guy in high school though, ask anyone!

Fred Porter (married) - the Porter dad! Can you believe there was an original Greg? ‘Cause Fred was breaking hearts, jaws, his own fists and making 1000 mistakes per minute long before his second son was even a thought. He got his act together! He’s a very hard working dad with good, family values who only wants the best for his family. Is so hard on Greg because he sees so much of himself in him tbh. His wife was 100% his saving grace, he loves her so much.

Mr and Mrs Jennings (married) - Isaiah’s parents! Mr Jennings is a member of one of Havensdale founding families so they’re SUPER involved in the town. They’re very fancy, have a big ole house, love to take trips but are friendly with everyone. They’re only snobby on accident. Mr Jennings is very serious and is waiting for Isaiah to stop his nonsense and join the family business. Mrs Jennings is way funner.

Not *from* Havensdale but live here now!!

William ‘Bill’ Tyler (technically, legally still married, fc; mark ruffalo) - Hailie’s dad. He own’s ‘Bill’s Tech Store’ which is a computer store so he’ll fix your WiFi etc. A grumpy loner type with an absolute heart of gold. Everyone who was around at the time knows his wife Grace Laurel Tyler left him and Hailie years ago (her dramatic return is still lowkey on the D.L right now though). Loves his daughter SO MUCH, is stressed to his eyeballs about her having.......a boyfriend. ▣ Was dating Sarah Palmer before she died (Juliette's mom) and honestly, me and Kayleigh figured this out today and I'm still crying.

Joseph Montgomery (married, fc; matthew mcconaughey) - Mr Montgomery! He’s lived here with Felicity since before Elena was born (22+ years). He’s a business man with political ties and always wears a suit. A big ole charmer that you literally can’t help but like!

Mrs Porter - info to follow on Greg, Simon and Annie’s mom but lbr...she’ll be an angel!!!

Penelope ‘Penny’ Manning (married, fc; salma hayek) - Tyler’s mom. The Mannings moved to Havensdale 17+ years ago! Penny’s a high flyer, works in fashion, always has her hands-free in, slightly aloof and very scary when she’s on the phone dealing with a problem. The BossTM. Absolute goals. Loves her son and doesn’t mean to be so absent. Friends with everyone but she never has time.

Joseph Salvatore (married, fc; jared padalecki) - Joey and Keith’s dad (and maybe more). He’s lived in Havensdale full time aroundabout when Keith was born (ISH). Before this, he was a legit rockstar. He toured, he did the whole sex, drugs, drink and rock ‘n roll thing. Now he’s a real pillar of the community, owns the gym, is very involved with the town - which made the arrival of his Secret Son Joey such a SCANDAL. He’s still recovering.

Charles Harvelle (married, MIA, fc; david tennant) - No one has noticed yet or caused a scene about it but Mr Harvelle is currently missing.... Details will follow, for now his wife just believes he’s on another business trip AKA having an affair with his secretary. A mess at being a father and husband. RIP. Has lived in Havensdale aroundabout 18 yrs with his wife and Jess.

Mr & Mrs Thomson (married) - Tessa’s parents. They’re both hunters who’ve been on the road for most of their lives (saving people, hunting things, the family business). Just a fab couple! A supportive, dorky dad and a badass yet super sweet mom. They’re v likable and have been in town for a fair few months now.

#hihrp #hihparent #ooc #is this a good reference or a mess who can say!

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tozierpunks · 6 years ago

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Hiya pal, tell me about the she’s all that au- whose who??

Y’all are some MVP’s, I’ll tell you what. Okay She’s All That Reddie AU, BUCKLE UP! @spacechick666-420

so Richie is our resident Cool Guy, he’s SO funny, he’s the class clown that everyone loves and gets along with so he’s super popular! he’s best chums and plays basketball with Bill, Ben, and Mike (all varsity, got the letterman jackets and everything)

then you have Eddie who is an angry little punk, rumor has it he has a tattoo and a piercing on his... Bits. he hangs out with the foster siblings, Stan and Bev, and rumor has it they’re Weird and poor and probably banging or whatever (which is insensitive but Bill makes the joke and that’s just Billcore)

Richie’s girlfriend (let’s call her Sandy), dumps him and Richie - who’s all up in his feelings - makes the bold claim, “I don’t need her! I could have anyone!”

highkey he’s hurt that he was left, he knew it was only a matter of time but those are big feelings. too big for Richie.

Bill takes advantage of this and says, “Bet.”

so they do!

Bill bets Richie he can’t make his pick prom queen/king by the end of the semester. Richie gags bc KING?!? And Bill gives him that shit eating smirk, “you said anyone.”

he sees Eddie handing out flyers for a concert at some seedy punk venue and clicks his tongue, “Here we are, Richie, your king awaits!” and Richie nearly has a stroke bc EDDIE KASPBRAK? THE KID WHO FILLED THE PRINCIPAL’S GAS TANK WITH SUGAR?

naturally, when he goes up to eddie, his attempt at flirting fails. “you mind if i sit here?” “not at all, i was just leaving.” and bev snorts and stan cracks a smile bc oh hon

Richie takes one of the discarded flyers tho and decides to catch a show and see what he’s working with. He finds Eddie on stage, standing over a small sea of punks, and they’re all charged up and angry about something. As it turns out, the mayor is trying to get away with some seedy shit and close down their club and it’s 100% fueled by homophobia (bc this is a gay punks only event, everyone else go home). Eddie is up there shouting, “fuck you I won’t do what you tell me” bc he’s not straight and he’s not gonna conform to what this stupid little town wants from him, he owes Derry nothing!

That hits Richie right in the honey nut feelios cause it reminds him of his parents, who want him to go to college, marry a nice girl, settle down in Derry. He wants to go to California, love freely, and honestly? College is bullshit in his mind.

Eddie catches him and asks what he’s creeping around for, and Richie says his message was dope. “So what, you’re above Derry’s social politics now?” “I dunno. Maybe I’m curious.”

determining that Richie wants to break free from his mold, Eddie offers to help -- basically punk 101, but also just educating him? like he asks if Richie’s bi, and Richie denies it, which confuses Eddie cause he’s been flirting. Richie insists he just doesn’t care, but when Eddie asks if he’d introduce him to Mr. and Mrs. Tozier, Richie clams up.

but whatever! cue them hanging out more, and Richie begs Eddie to come to a party he’s gonna throw, but Eddie is adamant that no one wants his punk ass there, so Richie asks: “How do we compromise your punk with my party?” and Eddie states he has an idea

Kurt Cobain and RuPaul were best friends; DRAG IS PUNK ROCK. Eddie’s idea is to dress in drag and go as some cute girl on Richie’s arm and they have a great time. Eddie drinks a lil too much tho and almost tries to kiss Richie, but Richie gets him home and tucks him in and that’s that!

also during this time they spend together, Eddie learns that Richie got beat up by some older kid named Henry, after finding out Richie kissed a boy in elementary school, so ever since then, he’s more or less kept that side of him repressed. on the other end, Richie learns that Eddie’s dad died of cancer when he was a baby, and his mom smothered him bc she didn’t wanna lose him too. ofc when he came out, and she was vehemently against it, she lost him anyways.

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For letting people talk shit about you. You care about things - important things - and no one else gets it. I like how you...” “How I..?” “I dunno. I just like you.”

ofc that sets off alarms with Eddie, so he tries to distance himself.

unfortunately during the distance, Bill tells Eddie that Richie’s only spending so much time with him cause he has a whole bet going with his circle of friends that he can make him prom king and maybe they can pull some kind of Carrie/pigs blood joke on him

Eddie is DESTROYED. He won’t answer calls, Bev and Stan trash Richie’s locker, and both of them are lovesick fools who are aching every passing day they’re not together

PROM TONIGHT: Eddie decides to go with his friends, and guess who wins prom king and queen? Bev and Stan bc Mike and Ben hacked the votes cause they weren’t happy about this whole bet thing.

When Eddie goes home, he finds Richie waiting and Richie apologizes. “I made that bet before I knew you. Before I really knew me. I don’t like who I was before you.” and Eddie wants to believe that, but he’s afraid, “You could break my heart. Why would I want that?” “Why would I wanna break your heart? I love you.”

Shaken by those three magic words, Eddie finally kisses him, but then has to ask: “What were the terms of the bet, Richie?” “You’ll see.”

Cue graduation - Eddie has two tickets to California in his bag; he and Richie are leaving as soon as this dumb ceremony is over. Richie’s name is called and he crosses the stage, naked af, with only Bill’s basketball to cover his junk. At the last second, as he steps off the stage, he throws the ball to Eddie and the whole class screams with laughter.

#reddie #she's all that au #long post #THIS WAS A WHOLE ASS CONCEPT THANKS FOR ASKING!#tinyarmedtrex

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