#she said we were prom king and queen ^^

[alola03]

Came up with my own 10th anniversary fancy outfit for my s/i!

[primalsharkman]

Petty? Pretty.

Kim Chaewon x M Reader | 🔞 Smut

[Enemies to Lovers, Academic Rivals, Fake Dating]

Word Count: 5,385

You sighed as you put the pen down at the table. It was your final exam for the year, meaning that all your hard work has officially paid off. The projects you made were certainly extraordinary, definitely leagues apart for the company you were in. However, the pressure of coming in second was like a pump shotgun being shot into the back of your head multiple times. You know, you cannot let Chaewon win again this year.

Of course, Kim Chaewon. The school's greatest academe mind since, ever. Always getting the top grades, the top approval, and all the top boys. The latter which, you really didn't care for. But she had the run of the mill, taking the best with her for her own pleasure. Stories and rumors of her taking the university's quarterback spread around like wildfire. She'd deny it, but everyone knew otherwise.

You roamed around the halls in deep thought, the heavy weight of your books in your hand was very aching, but you were close to dumping them into your locker.

"Finally..." You sighed after arriving at your locker and opening the combination, and only then dumping the books inside.

Vacation was on your mind, but you knew the year isn't over yet. A familiar scent was on your tail, and you knew exactly who wears that specific perfume in your school.

Turning around, you found the academic goddess herself, standing beside you with her bag slinging by her side and giving you a stare. "I hope you did better than you did last year, it was almost too easy for me to beat you." Chaewon said, confidently and with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at her and crossed your arms, "I've had enough of your gloating, Kim. You're an egomaniac and you really need to get yourself checked before you break down once you see I did better than you."

"Big talk for someone who's only ever beaten me once, in a team debate, no less." Her voice pierced through your heart, and it did hurt. Sure, you did never beat her one on one, but you fought her so hard that you'd get recognized and put in the same conversations as her name did.

"What do you want, Kim? Are you just going to ogle your tits in front of me? Because let's be real, I wouldn't fuck you in a million years." She just chuckled at the statement and gave your crotch a light tap using her wrist.

"Trust me, I wouldn't fuck you in a million years too. But there is something I need." That was when you just smiled at her and closed your locker before walking away from her.

Chaewon panicked and followed your pace, keeping up by your side. "H-hey, I just said I need your help!" You waved her off before she grabbed your wrist and sped up to drag you away from the halls and into an empty area away from the students.

"Listen, I know we've had our differences but this is about prom." At this point was already looking at you like she made up her mind and she will do everything to convince you.

You sighed. "Let me guess, you want me to go with you to the prom?"

"Yes."

"I don't think we should, Chaewon."

"But we could win prom king and queen."

"Does that even matter?"

"If it means beating Yunjin and her very clingy boyfriend, yes."

You just stared into her eyes after that quick exchange, but you knew how insufferable the school couple was. They were everywhere, being flirty and just rubbing it in people's noses. It was a sight.

Pacing around the room and opening a window, it was easy to see that this was an opportunity to get your name trending again. But was it worth it when Chaewon's name is going to be beside yours?

"Okay, but I will dictate the ground rules. You will wear a black dress, you will do the talking, telling people that we got together recently and that you were the first to fall for me." Chaewon just looked at you angrily while the demands were being listed.

"Ugh, fine. I'll pay that price just to stick it to her. Just see how she likes it." She may hate you, but she really doesn't like being upstaged, and unfortunately for Yunjin, she got in the way.

A quick thought entered your mind. "Oh and one more thing," Chaewon turned around. "... You're not allowed to fall in love with me."

She just smiled, "Won't be a problem, I'll see you at my place then. Don't forget to bring flowers. Ciao~" She said as she left the vicinity. You were left standing there with nothing but your bag in hand, and shortly afterwards you went home.

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The drive to Chaewon's was fast, thanks to the traffic not holding people up. Her apartment was still 3 floors up, so you had to climb up the flgiht of stairs to reach her door and give her a knock.

"God why did I listen to her..." You whisper to yourself while holding a bouquet of flowers in your hand as your cheeks fill with a red blush.

Chaewon opened the door and gave you a judging smirk. "For once, you finally listen to me huh?"

Embarrassed, you just looked away and handed her the flowers, which she gladly took and had a whiff of them. "They're pretty, okay? Don't be too shy, you're acting like this is real." She giggled as she went down the stairs waiting for you.

You opened the door for her, and she went inside without a word. You breathed out a sigh of relief and went back inside the driver's seat and started driving.

It was mostly a silent trip, neither even giving each other exchanging hi's and just humming to the song playing on the radio. It was nerve-wracking for you, as she can just say anything crazy in a second.

But then you heard a sweet and soft voice speak, it was soothing to the ear and yet you know Chaewon is never this soft and sweet. "So, this is it. Time to act flirty, you'll take care of me right?" You just nodded at her, "Just behave like a good girl and we'll win your petty prize." Getting out of the car and you open the door and take her hand before guiding her inside the venue.

The vibe around the prom was magnificent. It was themed as a romantic getaway, with beach designs and a drawing of a sunset as the backdrop for the stage. You can only look around as the people start filling in the place and you stare at Chaewon.

You weren't kidding yourself, she was looking spectacular. She left the flowers in the car but even with just one flower tucked on her ear, just looking at her makes your heart skip a beat.

You found some seats for you and Chaewon to sit in, it was in plain sight so everyone could see that the two of you are in this prom together. You put your arm around Chaewon and she gladly put her hands on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch.

"Dangerous game you're playing here. Be careful not to touch anything." You gulp as you say those words.

You only heard a small chuckle as she whispered, "Try not to get hard okay? We don't want you going in the bathroom leaving me out here don't we?" She sure has her way of being very provocative.

Yunjin and her boyfriend finally showed up, dressed perfectly to compliment each other's styles. Everyone was astounded at their sight, looking like the royal couple, everyone was reminded of who they really are.

The grunt Chaewon releases between her lips was pretty cute, she was angry, but most of all she was very petty. "Okay, time to turn up the heat." Those were the last words you heard before you felt her lips crash into yours.

Her kiss felt like floating in space freely. It felt freeing and wonderful. Next thing you know, you were making out with your rival and the event hasn't even begun. You could get lost in this feeling forever, and you wanted to stay in this moment. Somehow, someway, Kim Chaewon is a perfect match for you. The way she holds you, the way she wraps her hands around you, it is truly something worthwhile.

These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud music entering your ears once you realize she let go. "...What the fuck was that for?" was all you can conjure up for your first, and possible the best kiss of your life.

"Gotta show them who's boss. And right now, we have the mental advantage. Everyone's looking at us right now." You did look around to see them whispering and muttering to each other about what they saw, even Yunjin was perplexed when she took her seat nearby.

"If this doesn't end in sex, i'm dropping you off the side of the highway." You claimed jokingly.

"Ha! As if you'd actually want to fuck me."

"With a kiss like that, now I know why all the boys want you."

"Is that a fact?"

"Oh shut up, i'm giving you a genuine compliment." Chaewon smiles after hearing that and gives you another kiss. This time, it's even more passionate. Your pants were starting to tighten and it got really, really heated. You knew you had to get some food to calm yourself down before your primal instincts take over and bend her down the table and fuck her brains out.

Once you broke the kiss, you asked her. "Do you want me to get you a plate or no?"

"Okay, boyfriend. Go get me a plate." She hit your balls again as you stood up and you lightly kicked at her feet before walking towards the catering.

Right now, you didn't give a shit about the deal you made. It doesn't matter whether you win prom king and queen, because pretending to be her partner was already a thin line to walk on, but now that she's being very playful and teasing you to great extent, you might not last the night.

You got her the plate, and you sat back down next to her. Before she could even mutter a word you just dug into the food. Thankfully she didn't say anything and just ate.

Thank god no one bothered you two, just having people pass by and smile or even give a simple wave is enough. Chaewon was a tiger in academics but socially, she is so much worse. There's a reason she doesn't have a clique, or even a best friend. She just preferred studying and going at it alone. Even with projects, you saw firsthand how she asked the professors if she could do it alone. She was granted her wishes, and she's done better than all of them. You were no slouch of course but, you're not insane enough to do group work solo.

"Let's go dance. We need to be as cute as we can." She said as she put down her fork and wiped her lips with a tissue.

"Don't fucking tap my balls again, you stand up first." Chaewon nodded and stood up, waiting for you to join her.

Taking her hand, you guided her to the dance floor and thankfully, the music was set low. There were a few people on the floor including the royal couple but the spotlight was on you. Nobody thought the two best minds in the entire university would be on good terms, let alone dating.

Chaewon did her best to act as subby as possible, knowing that it was her best chance to win those votes. She smiled, giggled at your jokes and even started talking to the other students on the dance floor while you roamed her around in the dance. If this was the Chaewon you saw in school everyday, you might've just fallen for her instantly.

"Hey, look at me for a while would you?" You said as you grabbed her chin and made her face you.

"What do you want? I'm trying to win us some favor here..." She said in a quiet but rage-filled voice.

"Is it so bad for a couple to actually look at each other and talk? Come on, you know better than that."

Chaewon just nodded and looked at you. Your heart melted through every wall you ever put up once she did. How in the hell are you falling for Chaewon? You know how she is. You know every dirty tactic and every move she's done to you. You hated how she tapped your balls everytime she found an opening. You hated the way she liked other boys. You hated it when you found out she was absent for a week due to a fever. You hated missing her. You hated falling for her at every step of the way.

Chaewon yelped when you firmly grabbed her waist, pulled her close and straightened her hair out behind her ear. "If you're gonna kiss me, I'd do it that way too."

You ignored her words and just kissed her. You didn't care if everyone was watching, you didn't care if anyone actually wanted to see it. All you wanted to do was kiss your rival. The rival you desperately tried to hate because you knew she'd never love you. The rival you never asked out because she was too busy studying her tits out. The rival you only ever loved.

As you let the kiss go, Chaewon stared at you for a moment. She immediately let that go and went back to being the same Chaewon you know. For that night, she belonged to you. And you took full advantage of that fact. You ate, you danced, you loved. It was all you could think about for the rest of the night.

It was over soon enough, and you remembered why you were there in the first place. You breathed in heavily and made Chaewon put her arm around your waist as you waited for the announcements. You didn't even listen to the announcement, all you did was feel her touches and let her hear the names she wanted to being called. Next thing you know, you were up there with her, taking a ribbon and a crown. It was pretty funny looking, but seeing Chaewon's face light up is a pretty good sight. You smiled at the crowd and thanked them for the vote.

This was when Chaewon broke free. She let you go and went to the car so she could celebrate her victory. You followed suit and went back in your car.

"Well, i've had my fill of achievements for the day. Take me home." You just nodded and drove. It was a pretty slow night drive. You didn't go over 40, mostly because you just wanted to enjoy her company more.

"That's all you wanted? Seems pretty shallow to go through all that trouble." You said.

"Then I'm shallow. All I care about is that I am on top again." Spoken as softly as she could.

"You do realize we're gonna have to break up during the summer right? I can't fake date you forever."

"Then let's break up."

"Fine."

"Fine." She just crossed her arms and sat on the passenger's seat and stayed quiet.

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You parked your car in the back, you wanted to clear your head space once you drop her off back at her door but you just stayed in the car first, and so did she.

The crickets chirping made the deafening sound of night feel, not so deafening. You took time to process everything that happened in there, and you looked at Chaewon, who seems to be doing the same thing.

"Hey, can I see your cock?"

"What the fuck, Chaewon?"

"Don't be a fucking pussy about it."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Why not?"

"Because... because I'm not sure if I like you or not."

"What?" Her eyes grew wider as you dropped those words.

"Just... let me think, okay? You were out here all night flirting with me like... it felt real chaewon. It felt real, all of it."

"You don't have to think about it..."

"Oh so now you're trying to restrict my thoughts of you? Don't play games with me Chaewon."

"I'm not!"

"Then why—"

"Just listen to me! You boar-headed dipshit! I like you too! Okay?! Is that enough?!"

You two just looked at each other with your eyebrows furrowed and neither of you were able to land a word after she confessed her feelings to you.

"I like you too. I didn't want to, but I like you! Get that through your thick fucking skull." She said angrily.

It was a lot to process. You both broke the rule of not falling for the other. And now you are at each other's throats because you both were confused and angry that the person both of you were trying to beat at every turn, was someone you actually were into.

If academics didn't mean a thing, you two would probably have hit it off at some point. But unfortunately, that pressure got to you both. For the first time, the weight of that pressure was actually lifted and you could only breathe out a strong, relieving sigh.

"Damn your kisses, Chaewon." You joked.

"Oh boo-hoo." She went for you and kissed you again. This time climbing out of her chair and sitting on your lap. This time, the kiss was different. It was more carnal than romantic. There was more tongue involved as you swing yours with hers and intertwined then as the shared kiss continued.

You grabbed her waist, and slowly reached out those hands into her ass. She gave out a lot moan and adjusted her position so you have full access to her plump, round ass.

She leaned her kisses towards your cheek and towards your ear, where you can hear every small moan and whimper she lets out of her mouth.

The hands you had around her ass were fondling them and enjoying the soft cushions they gave you. Chaewon was already getting wet, but you have yet to know that. You didn't want to go over what she considers her boundaries so you didn't move a muscle.

She felt your cock under her getting bigger and she just looked into your eyes. "Hey... we should take this inside."

You nodded and opened the door so she can climb out. You followed her and locked your car before heading up those dreaded stairs to her door. Once the two of you get there, she immediately opened it with her keys and dragged you inside by your collar.

It only took a shut of the door for her to throw herself at you with another kiss, jumping into your arms so your hands can carry her thighs as she wrapped her legs around you.

"Fuck..." you could only mutter as she rained down heavy kisses on your lips, your ears, and even your neck. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, and for your virgin ass, you went along for the ride.

"Take me to my bed. And take that goddamn suit off already."

"Yes, baby." You dragged your feet through the room and plopped her down the bed. You untied your necktie and threw it across the room. She kneeled on the bed as you stood over her, and she grabbed your polo and unbuttoned each and every single one while giving you the hungriest look a horny woman can give.

It was obvious she was having fun playing this game, and it felt like hell for you. Your cock was twitching in your pants and it started to hurt. She noticed you wincing and took off the polo before unbuckling the belt in your pants.

Her head was dangerously close to your cock and your hand moved itself to brush her hair and hold it down to your crotch, which was her eye-level. She pulled it all down and your cock sprung to hit her nose.

"Ow..." she said as she grabbed the hard cock in her hands, smiling.

"Your hands are pretty nice..."

"It fits your cock really well." She giggled and hummed as she dragged her hand down the length of your cock as you moan out quietly. She knew not to put too much pressure and she knew the perfect way to touch your cock and give you the pleasure your body is used to.

All you could do was grab her hair and turn it into a makeshift ponytail, where she smirked. "You know what it means when a guy does that to a girl right?"

"I think so. Do I get a guess?"

"No. You just get to feel your consequences." Her lips enveloped itself around the head of your cock, and the heat from her mouth makes you hold on the ponytail tighter.

She looks up at you as she takes your cock in painfully slow, licking along the way. You were panicking as the pleasure was getting too much for you, and Chaewon was just getting started. You didn't want to be a 10-second wonder.

She kept working around your cock, drenching it in her spit and sucking it like it was her final project. She's making sure it felt perfect.

Your legs were shaking at this point, your cheeks turning red at the possibility of you not being able to control yourself and not cum in her mouth. These sensations got you to let her hair go and put your hand on the wall nearby so you won't fall down.

Chaewon dragged her mouth down to the last inch of your cock, and tightly pulled out giving your cock a light lick at the end before she sat up and looked at you. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"I'm trying so hard not to." You decided to be honest with her.

She pulled your waist down so you're sitting beside her. She gave you a smile and said, "Cum inside my mouth. I really want to know how nerd tastes." She giggled as she went down on your cock again, not holding out anymore and giving you the most sloppy and disgustingly heavenly blowjob you've ever had.

Her tongue was circling around your length as she bobbed her head up and down. You couldn't even speak due to how good she was sucking your cock. All you could do was grip her sheets and moan out her name again and again.

Her lips kissed your underside, and her free hand gave your balls some love, fondling them. She took your cock inside again and deepthroated every inch you can give her.

She was blushing. She enjoyed sucking cock, especially if that cock belonged to someone she knew on a personal level from many years ago. Sure, it was all on hatred, but she knew you better than anyone, and that turned her on even more.

Your cock was twitching in her mouth, she knew you weren't gonna last longer, so she pumped and sucked and the same time, and that was all it took for you to explode.

"M-ngmhHgh! Chaewon...! mmgh! fuck!" That was the most coherent sentence you can come up with while your body was in ecstacy. Orgasming to the point not even you have reached before.

Her mouth stayed where it was, your cum filling her cheeks as she swallowed each strand of cum, one stroke after another.

When she was done, she sucked your cock to clean it, and wiped her lips off before laughing.

"Nerd doesn't really taste different from jock. But I gotta say, your cock was so much cleaner and doesn't smell as bad."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?"

"Yeah, no one sucks cock better than me."

You sat up and put a hand around her thigh. "So, what's next?"

She smiled as she pushed you down, "You're the first guy to ask for what I want."

You turned your head to look at her and she was taking off her dress, and you were watching her show off her body to you.

You were blushing but the next thing you see was her towering over you, and you get a VIP look of her beautiful pussy. It was shaven, it was perfect, and you wanted a piece.

Your mouth opened and she smiled before lowering herself down to you and sitting down on your face. She grinded slowly as you moved your tongue to eat her pussy out.

Her taste was a new sensation to you. The first time you've ever ate pussy, and you're already getting addicted to her taste. She was sweating and that only added to the tang of her flavor, you dug your tongue deep in her folds.

Your tongue found her hole opening up and you slid it in. "Oh..! Good boy... that's a good boy..." Chaewon muttered while hissing and holding on to your hair.

You closed your eyes and moved you head to tongue fuck her, as she moaned loudly like she had no neighbors. She gripped her bedside and bounced on your tongue as she kept moaning.

"Yes... baby... oh fuck! come on..." She kept hissing and moaning under the sensation of your upper lip kissing her clit and tongue fucking her. You picked up the pace and held on her thighs, taking your tongue out of her hole and focusing on licking the clit fast and good.

"Oh it has been a while! Yes! Don't you dare fucking stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She kept screaming while grinding her pussy on your tongue on her clit. You put more pressure by pushing your tongue into her sensitive clit more and more as she gets brought to the brink of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum! Please, don't stop! I'll get off if I want you to stop, okay? Please just... ah! Keep going!" Chaewon says as she reaches her orgasm and grinds on you harder as her moans become more hoarse and heavy.

You kept licking her to destroy her senses and feel an seemingly un-ending orgasm for Chaewon. She got off you and laid down the bed before catching her breath.

"Where... how did you learn... to eat pussy like that?"

"I never did. I only know the clit is the most sensitive part so, I guessed."

"You're a natural then, god damn. Despite being a nerd, that knowledge came in handy. Try using that knowledge to beat me next year okay?"

"What if I beg you to lose for once?"

"That's a price you don't wanna know." She smirked as she recovers.

"More pussy eating?"

"I have a list of demands. I'd rather show them to you before we start school next year."

"Good. But we're not done here Chae." You show her your hardened cock once again, showing her you have recovered from her blowjob.

Chaewon smirks and lifts her ass a little bit. "I want it deep, hard, and fast. None of that slow, methodical, romantic bullshit."

"You got it." You lined yourself up behind her and didn't even hesitate to stroke your cock and slide it deep in her.

"Mmph! Good! Just like that." All Chaewon could do was moan on her pillow as you started picking up the pace and fucking her pussy like your life depended on it.

You grabbed her ass and spanked it, earning a yelp from the girl. She kept asking for more, so you put a strong hold on her hips and crashed your cock deep inside her wet pussy again and again and again.

The sound of your sex was echoing across the room, it was erotic and accompanied with her moans after every thrust, it was truly music to your ears.

"Yes! Your cock is so big inside me! I love every single inCh of it! Mmm!"

Slapping her ass, you kept your mouth open and joined her moaning. "Good god Chaewon, your pussy is so good! So wet and so fucking delicious." You gave her ass another slap.

"Ah! So it is! Fuck I wanna fuck you again and again. Please, make me cum again, make me yours and I won't ever be a bitch around you again!"

"Good girl, I like that." You pulled her arms back into you and grabbed her head so your face is buried in her neck while you fuck her from behind.

"F-Fuck! Rub my clit!" You follow her command and rub her clit in the same pace you're fucking her pussy.

Her moans get even louder and you had to use your hand to cover it up so her neighbors wouldn't get the wrong idea.

Her bed was rocking and it was making a lot of noise. Between the creaking, the moaning, the sloshing sounds the sex was making, it was very hard to hide the fact you were fucking her like a machine.

She kept begging for you to cum inside her and you keep telling her to wait. You were looking for your orgasm but she was ready to unload hers.

"I'm gonna fucking squirt all over! Please I want your cum! I'm gonna fucking... ah!" You pulled out as you felt gushes of water from under her. You held on to her neck as she gripped your arm tightly while she was squirting. Your arm reached down and rubbed her clit so it felt extra pleasureable to her.

"God! I made a mess..." She yelped before you took her body and lied it down on the dry part of the bed and kissed her hard.

You slid your cock back in and fucked her in missionary. Her legs were up in the air as she was moaning in your kiss. The thrusts your cock was giving to her kept sloshing as the rest of her squirt and the never ending wetness of her pussy was lubricating your cock to the point where it looked like cum.

She already came multiple times and she wasn't going to stop, until you did. "What is taking so long?! Mm! My pussy is destroyed here... you need to fill me up, please daddy."

That was the last straw. The final push you needed. Once you heard her say daddy, your senses kicked into overdrive and you fucked her like a machine one more time before unloading your second round of cum in her pussy.

This orgasm hit you like a truck, it felt good, but once it was finished you feel like you have been ran over by a truck. It was tiring and you were drained.

"I guess... daddy is the magic word then." Chaewon giggled as she wrapped her arms around you and pecked your lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you. You must've been so surprised."

"No, actually. I knew you were tightening up when your cock pulsated aggresively. So I expected the creampie sooner."

"God damn it, you're not gonna get pregnant now are you?"

"I'll be okay. I wouldn't have let you fuck if I was in danger of getting pregnant anyway." She giggled again.

"Really? Even after the kissing we've done earlier?" You sound a bit perplexed at this point.

"I'm not an idiot. I'm smarter than you, remember? Don't feel superior just because I called you daddy once."

"I'm just curious, no need to gloat."

She kissed your cheek and chuckled. "I'm okay, you don't need to worry."

You nodded and pulled out her before lying down beside. "So, what now?"

"What about it?" She looked upwards at the ceiling.

"What are we?"

"Right now? I can't say."

"We just told each other we liked each other. What else is there to think about?"

Chaewon playfully hits your arm. "You need to court me, genius."

"Wouldn't you just say yes immediately?"

"I probably would."

You held her hand and kissed it. "So, will you be my girlfriend?"

Chaewon smiles, and turns towards you. "Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."

~FIN~

A/N: That was rough for a first fic, I didn't proof read this so I'm open to suggestions and whatnot. Twitter is the same handle as this one, you know where to find me.

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Prom King

"We want to welcome you back to Fairway High for your ten year reunion. Come catch up with some old friends and share all the amazing adventures you've had since you graduated! And stick around for a special speech from our Prom King and Queen."

Dan shuddered as he read the email. He had completely forgotten about the stupid reunion. It's funny, he thought, he used to imagine how he would show up to the reunion in a sports car with a perfect bod and high end clothes hugging his muscles. But that was back when he was the most popular football player in his town. Parents adored him, popular teens idoled him, and nerds feared him. Things have changed a lot for Dan since then.

He stared at his half naked body, ravaged by the bad habits of an ex jock. His appetite stayed after he graduated high school, but the exercise didn't last long. He went off to study business in college, as any high school jock did. His time spent at football practice turned to frat parties and junk food, which quickly showed on his waistline. It really put a dent in his once untouched ego, especially once people nicknamed him as 'freshman' fifty. It wasn't quite fifty pounds, at least not in his first year. It sure was well over that by the time he graduated though. And in that time, his clean shaven body had been buried in thick dark hair from head to toe. Although he didn't entirely mind the more mature look, especially once his beard grew in, it complemented his growing gut. Though Dan took another sizable cut to his ego when he started to go bald at the ripe age of 20. Comb overs only lasted him so long, so he started shaving it when he was in his senior year.

He always said it built character, which to be fair, he was far less awful after graduating college than he was in high school. The email only made him remember how awful he was back then. He was the typical jock with his possy of suck up football players who had no personality and the most popular girls. He would torment anyone who was even slightly chubby, or even just smart, they were all beneath him in his mind. How were people gonna react when he shows up to the reunion looking 9 months pregnant and about to burst. It horrified him at the thought of them treating him how he treated them.

Then the horrifying thought hit him, "I'm the Prom King!" He shouted out loud at him in the mirror. Not only would he have to show his face, and gut, he would have to stand on stage in front of his entire graduating year and say a speech about being Prom King. He would be a laughing stock.

"I have to do something about this." He thought.

The reunion was still two weeks away, he could workout, or diet, or maybe buy some clothes that hide his fat. He did a frantic search online but everything just seemed like a scam. He scrolled through page after page of scam supplement and intense workout regimen until he found something interesting. A witch who lived nearby. A witch who specializes in body modifications. It was drastic, but could be crazy enough to work.

Dan contacted the witch with a request to make him into an absolute jock, the kind of man his high school friends would expect him to be 10 years later.

After a bit of back and forth, an appointment was set, and Dan went to bed happy.

The day of the appointment came in a flash. Dan threw on his classic base ball cap to cover his balding head, and dressed in some gym clothes that he thought would look sick on his new hunky body. He excitedly hopped in his car and drove down to the witches house. To his surprise, it was just a regular apartment in a regular apartment building. He was expecting some evil looking house, but seemed less intimidating anyway. He knocked on the door, and he was met with yet another surprise. A petite and nice looking woman wearing all black opened the door.

"Come in darling." Her voice was enchanting. "Sit." She continued in a soft but commanding tone.

Dan sat in a small chair in front of an antique looking table. The raggedy wooden chair creaked under his weight as the witch sat across from him.

"So... You say you want a strong, manly, and attractive appearance?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Well for what it's worth, you're much more attractive than you used to be." A cold breeze blew past Dan as she spoke.

"Oh... Thank you." His cheeks reddened at the comment.

"I do have to warn you, there are some... dangers to this spell." Her tone darkens.

Dan just raised his eyebrows.

"There are people who feed off of a witch's magic. Now I know how to avoid them, but I will be imbuing this magic into you. So you may have a target on your back from people trying to steal your magic."

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Just don't draw too much attention to yourself." The witch warned. "Anyway. I'll get on with it."

She dipped her hands in a small bowl that was laid on the table. "Stand up." She commanded, and Dan followed. She walked around to Dan's side of the table, fingers wet from whatever was in the bowl. She pressed her fingers into his forehead, and it felt like all the tension in his body vanished in a split second. In fact, all feeling seemed to vanish in Dan's body, leaving him stood exactly still. Something about being frozen should have scared him, but he felt a strange sense of calm in the moment.

The witches fingers traced down Dan's face, through his beard and over his soft man tits. She lifted the finger and firmly pressed it back down into his chest. It was like the air was pushed out of his chest as the fat on his moobs collapsed in on itself, leaving his chest completely flat. She then pulled her finger outward, and his pecs grew as she pulled. The muscle swelled until two juicy pecs pressed hard against his tang top. Dan was shocked, he couldn't believe it actually worked, although he still couldn't move.

The witch then traced her finger down to his gut. She laid the palm of her hand against it and pushed, causing his belly to vanish in a second. And once again, she pulled her hand back to form a defined six pack over his flat stomach. She moved her finger around his side, melting away his love handles and giving him a thin waist.

She then suddenly sped up, as if she hit her stride. Her hands gripped Dan's soft arms, and suddenly definition appeared on his rapidly growing biceps. They grew to the size of melons as his shoulders broadened to match. Good thing he wore a tang top or else his sleeves would be in shreds on the floor. Her hands slid down his forearms, doubling their size in the process, and she held his hands, making them so massive they could completely cover his face.

She then bent down and grabbed his thighs, causing them to thicken to the point that Dan couldn't separate them anymore. She thickened his calves as she moved to his feet, making them burst out of his shoes as they grew to a monstrous size 20. As she stood back up, Dan realized the witch stood at eye level to his pecs when they used to be the same height.

The witch then wrapped her arms around Dan's hulking body and cupped his ass cheeks, making them expand into two thick globes of fat that threatened to rip through his shorts. One hand then came back and gripped Dan's dick, making it grow and thicken until it was a massive 10 inches and hanging down his pant leg.

Finally, her hand lifted up to Dan's face, making a few adjustments to match his body. A thicker beard, a sharper jawline, a slightly bigger head to match his much bigger body, and thick brown hair on his head.

Dan gasped as he regained control of his body. He teetered back and forth as he tried to get used to his new body. His legs felt strong, holding up his immense muscle mass with ease. He even struggled to move his arms around at first because it was difficult to move that amount of mass. His meaty hands took a moment to explore his expansive body; bouncing his pecs and his ass, gripping his cock, and even rubbing through the short brown hair that now covered his head.

"How are ya feeling handsome?" The witch broke the silence.

"Are you kidding me, I feel amazing!" Dan flexed, as if to show off his body like a new toy.

"Well I'm glad you like it, now we should talk abou-" the witch was interrupted as Dan basically ran out the door.

"I'll be fine, thank you!" The sound of his voice got quieter as he shut the door behind him.

On his way home, Dan excitedly stopped by a retail store to grab some clothes that actually fit. He confidently strolled in with his tang top riding up his hairy six pack, and shorts that were clearly too small for him. He picked up a few clothes that were big enough to fit him, but small enough to leave little to the imagination about his physique. The clothes weren't exactly pretty, but nobody would care about the clothes when his hunky body was the one wearing them. He even flirted with the cashier on the way out, making his cheeks flush red.

He swiftly made it home and passed out like he had just had the workout of his life.

He woke up the next morning, feeling like he was still in a dream. He shot out of bed as if he'd had three cups of coffee already. This was how he spent every morning leading up to the reunion. Dan was more productive this week than he had been in years. His looks quickly got him a modest following on Instagram, and even on onlyfans after his followers pestered him enough. He reconnected with a bunch of his old friends from high school, just to build a rapport with them before the reunion. And he spent most nights partying and staying the night at some strangers house. By the time the reunion rolled around, it was as if he was the same person he was in high school. Hot, athletic, cocky as hell, and maybe just a bit nicer than he was back in high school. So much for 'building character'.

Before he knew it, it was time to leave for the reunion. He had been prepping for this all week, there was no way he could mess it up now. Dan was meant to be the Prom King. He wore a snug pair of jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, and a grey shirt that showed off his juicy pecs, and finally threw on the letter jacket he wore when he was Prom King ten years prior.

He pulled up to the reunion in his shitty, half broken down car and parked as far out of the way as possible just so no one could see the piece of shit he drove. He pushed open the door to the venue and walked past the crowd of people as if all eyes were on him, because they were. Everyone who was anyone knew who the Prom King was.

He strolled to the back of the stage, so he could get ready for his speech. He stood alone, in silence for a moment, trying to hype himself up. Even after the amazing week he has had, it was the same insecure fat ex jock under there who was scared that everyone would laugh at him onstage. But his moment of silence was interrupted when loud footsteps approached him from behind.

An older man strolls into the backstage, walking right past Dan as if he wasn't there. Dan grimaced as the man got close, seeing the man's large ball belly hanging out of his shirt, which seemed to have multiple buttons popped off. "What is this pig doing here?" Dan couldn't help but think of the old man. The old man promptly sat down in a chair near Dan, leaning back and pulling the shirt up his gut, as if to show it off.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Dan yelled as he got fed up with the old man's antics.

"Oh, you don't know who I am?" The man said as he continued to adjust himself in the seat.

"Why would I know some loser like you, are you the Prom Queens dad or something." Dan scoffed.

"I thought the witch would have warned you about me." The old man's demeanor became more serious.

Dan felt a jolt of fear run down his spine. How does he know about the witch?

"Oh I bet she did." The man started to laugh. "But all the attention online and the sex and the porn, oh the porn was so good." The man grunted as he rubbed his crotch. "You just couldn't resist being popular!"

Dan only grew more afraid as the man monologued.

"I am going to enjoy this." The old smiled as he got up from the chair.

"Enjoy what?" Dan questioned as he tried to back away, but couldn't. Why couldn't he back away. The old man grew closer and closer, but no matter how much Dan wanted to run, he remained frozen in place. The man placed his finger on Dan's forehead, causing a blue light to escape from his body and enter the man's body.

Dan watched helplessly as the man's arms grew to the size of melons, his biceps bursting through his sleeves. Meanwhile, all Dan could feel was his sleeves becoming looser as his arms deflated. The man's moobs shrunk into a solid pair of pecs as Dan looked down to see his chest swell until he was left with two soft man tits. The man's ball gut got smaller and smaller as fat piled into Dan's stomach, leaving him with a heavy gut that spilled under his shirt. The man's pants grew tighter and tighter as thick muscles filled his thighs and juicy fat perked up his ass. Dan felt weak as his legs became more fat than muscle, he even felt the bulge in his pants shrink as he watched a thick bulge appear in the man's pants.

As if that wasn't enough, Dan watched on in horror as the man's face ages down from 60 down to 30. His wrinkles melted away as Dans became dry and wrinkly, his face thinned out as Dan's became rounder and chubbier, and his hair gained a light brown colour as Dan's thinned out and became white. The man pulled off his shirt to reveal a forest of dark hairs sprouting all over his body as a bushy bread covered his face. Meanwhile Dan can feel his face go cold from the much thinner facial hair.

As the transformation came to an end, the man flexed as he felt the energy course through him.

Dan once again let out a gasp as he regained control of his body, though this time his voice was much deeper and gruffer. Dan panicked as he ran his hands through all of the new rolls of fat on his body. He even stumbled back as he adjusted to the weight of his gut.

"What did you do to me!?" Dan yelled.

"Oh you did this to yourself buddy, y'know how easy it was to find you." The man responded, sounding almost exactly like you used to.

"You made me fat." Dan's voice breaks.

"Oh I did so much more than that, check the camera in your phone old man." The man smiled, as if he was containing his excitement.

Dan dreadfully pulled out his phone and opened the camera app.

Dan shed a tear as he saw the fat old man staring back at him through his phone's camera. His gut was bursting out of his jacket and his hair was nearly as thin as it was before his initial transformation.

"And if you don't mind I'll be taking that." The man grabbed the letter jacket off of Dan and put it on himself.

The man confidently strutted towards the stage, ready to give his speech as Prom King, but Dan wasn't ready to give up that easily. His footsteps were heavy as he followed the man onstage and grabbed his arm.

"You're not gonna take this away from me!" Dan yelled.

This was followed by a moment of silence as the crowd went awkwardly quiet. Everyone's eyes were once again on Dan, but it didn't feel like before.

"Ooohhh, that was embarrassing old man." The old man whispered to Dan before approaching the mic. "I'm sorry everybody, my dad is just a bit jealous that I'm in my glory days and he's not." The man says to the entire venue, then turns to you once again. "Isn't that right, dad? " He said as he pressed his finger into Dan's chest.

Dan froze once again. This time, memories flooded into his brain. Memories of him growing old, never reaching the happiness and popularity he had in high school. He even had a son, and named him Dan jr. after himself of course. Though his son would grow to top him in all of his achievements, including becoming prom King back when he was in high school. Dan Sr. finally decided to swallow his pride and let his son have the spotlight. He slowly waddled off to the side and watched as his son gave his speech as Prom King.

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II Most Wanted Part 7:

One Day We Won't Be

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: Confrontations and conversations.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. This part is plot with porn. Flashbacks, mentions of teenage pregnancy and heartbreak, the past in human form, important conversations with an important question. 😉. Black girl magic, natural hair care, supercenters. Shower sex, hand job, slight choking, finger f ucking, raw p in v, size kink, squirting, squirting oral sex, praise kink.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the seventh installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part here

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May 2004

You and Sy were in your own little bubble most of the time you were at the prom. Of course you had fun with your crew, but you two were all over each other, and after a couple of hours, decided to cut out and head to the chalet. On your way out, you were stopped by Jeremy Atkins, who hadn’t spoken much to Sy since he’d broken up with Becca six months earlier.

“They are about to announce Prom Court, Sy. Word on the street is that you’re a cinch for King.”

Sy looked at you, and then back at Jeremy, sighed, and whispered in your ear.

“You mind if we stay just a little while longer, Buttercup?”

You pouted just a little, then grinned up at Sy, going on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. 

“Only if you keep the crown on all night. I mean allllll night.”

You giggled as Sy chuckled and grinned down at you.

“Even if I’m king, your wish is my command. Here. I see the goosebumps raising on your arms.” 

You grinned as Sy draped his tuxedo jacket around your arms. Now you were ensconced in his warmth and his smell. 

Stephanie Prince, the Student Body President, walked up to the mic on stage and said lots of words before announcing the court. You were too wrapped up in Sy to pay attention. When he was announced King, Sy picked you up when he stood, causing you to squeal before he put you down. Your classmates either laughed or rolled their eyes.

Sy reached the stage and winked at you, who was standing right in front taking pictures of your man.

When Becca was announced queen, you curiously watched her gain the stage. Becca’s high waisted ball gown was a little out of fashion, which was weird for her, but you figured she just wanted to attract attention. After they were crowned, Sy moved to get back to you as Becca stepped up to the mic.

“Thank you for this honor. I just want to make one announcement.”

Becca moved her hands around her waist, unfastening her skirt. Everyone gasped as they thought she was stripping, but she only revealed a sleek dress underneath.

And a very pregnant belly.

“I will be having a baby in August. And the father is your Prom King, Jake Syverson.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” 

Carla yelled it as the rest of the room was silent.

Your eyes searched for Sy, who was frozen halfway down the stage steps. His eyes were wide as he gaped at Becca.

She looked back at him triumphantly.

“Remember the night of your 18th birthday, Sy?”

Your mind raced. Sy’s birthday was in October, and right before you two got together. That would mean that Becca was almost 7 months pregnant. You felt the blood rushing in your ears as you started walking backwards toward the door.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at her, then, when he heard you sob, he searched for you in the crowd. 

You were out of the door, Carla and Tiffani and their dates hot on your heels, in under two seconds, flat.

—-

June 2024

You woke up with a start and stared over at Sy, who was sleeping peacefully beside you in his bed. This time it was you who watched him sleep as you processed the fact that Sy was here with you now, and what happened 20 years ago was over and done with. Your mind was trying to trick you with fear and anxiety. 

Sy had reached his goal of convincing you to give this a try this weekend, and you decided to risk it all by checking out of your AirBnB early and taking your rental back to the airport that morning because you wanted to spend every possible minute with him. 

“Now who’s bein’ a creep, Buttercup?”

Sy’s gravelly voice was heaven as he gathered you up in his arms, and the smile on his face was everything. 

You snuggled in with Sy, kissing his neck and enjoying his warmth. You let the skin on skin contact regulate your erratic heartbeat from the dream.

“Hmmmm. I wasn’t stalking you, promise Syverson, just thinking of everything I need to do to get ready for my interview tomorrow. Need look presentable and be packed, because my interview is at nine, my plane leaves at two…”

You trailed off as you thought of how your outlook on Monday had changed from when you’d first arrived back in town. What started as a lark was now serious. You were beginning to think that you wanted this to work between you and Sy, and getting this job would play a big part in that.

Sy looked down at you and kissed your forehead.  

“Come back to me, Buttercup. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

You looked up at him, “What?” 

You laughed a little, because you were unsure what he was speaking about.

“I can tell when you get into your head. Whatever it is, we can get through it.”

You continued to stare into his eyes and then he nodded.

“And I was also talking about after you fly away tomorrow afternoon. I’m hoping that you will come back to me and we can continue this new relationship.”

You smiled, because Sy really got you. You kissed his hairy chin and listened to his heartbeat for a minute. You wanted to be there forever. But you didn’t say that.

“Well, I was thinking, I really need to do something with my hair. Want to do a twistout, but I need some products and equipment.”

Sy leaned back to look at you.

“Equipment?”

You grinned.

“Yes, equipment. Black girl magic requires some serious alchemy.”

Sy was interested now.

“What kind of equipment? I got a whole garage full.”

You bit your lip at how cute he was.

“I doubt that you have a hood dryer out there.” 

You lifted your hand to his hair. 

“But you rock these curls, Sy. You might.”

Sy laughed and ran his own hand through his hair to capture yours and bring it to his chest. You flattened your palm to feel his heart beat, which is what he wanted. 

It only beat for you.

“Anything you need, my lady.”

You giggled at his foolishness. Sy laughed with you.

“Seriously. Whatever you need to feel confident for tomorrow. It’s a big day.”

You looked into Sy’s hopeful eyes.

“You’re right. I applied on a whim when I saw the opening. It the dream, working for a company that designs and builds small, eco-friendly homes for the unhoused. It’s perfect.”

Sy watched your eyes sparkle, for about the sixth time, exactly the number of times you’d mentioned the company this weekend.

“Even if it's not my dream location.”

Sy smiled at you and grunted.

“Hmph. Avoiding me I see.”

You were about to give a facetious retort, but decided against it. It was time out for all of that.

“It wasn’t just you. It…”

“I know, Buttercup. Just teasin’ ya.”

Then his face turned serious.

“I need to tell you the full truth about something.”

Your heart dropped. 

“I know that ReHome is your ideal and all, but I don’t want you to get into the interview and be surprised. My company, Castle Builders, is the primary contractor for them. We’d be sorta, kinda… working together?”

The way he said it, with his face scrunched up like a little boy, was so adorable, but you were wary.

“And you let me go on and on about it, without thinking of mentioning that?”

You moved out of Sy’s grasp and sat up, covering yourself with the sheet.

Sy sat up and leaned against the headboard behind you, running his hands through his hair again and taking a deep breath. He needed to be careful.

“Yes. Because before this morning, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a side eye.

“And what happened this morning, Sy? Some bomb sex?”

Sy looked like a little boy again, younger than when you met him.

“You told me that you were mine.”

Your heart did a funny thing as you heard those words. You fought the urge to run.

“You weren’t square with me, Sy.”

You shook your head in disappointment, and he felt terrible.

“Don’t look at me like that, Buttercup. It’s killin’ me.”

Sy put his hand on your shoulder.

“Please. Listen. Don’t build this up in your head to more than it is.”

You didn’t look up at him as you turned your eyes to the sheets and tried to stop the tears from falling.

“I didn’t engineer the interview. I actually didn’t know until you told me last night. And I didn’t tell them to hire you. You got that on lock on your own.”

You chuckled and sniffled, wiping your eyes quickly. Sy’s heart broke, but he didn’t move because he knew you needed space. He was surprised you were still in bed with him.

“I haven’t been hired yet.”

“You will be.”

“You just said you didn’t tell them to hire me.”

Sy smiled and wiped a tear from your cheek. You let him.

“I didn’t. With your qualifications and roots in this town, they’d be idiots not to want to talk to you. Also, your background and experience is a definite plus for the clients.”

You looked at Sy a long time. He knew you. He knew what you and your mom went through back in the day, and he believed in you. So you decided to believe him.

“What are they going to do when they find out about our relationship, Sy?”

He grinned at that. He raised his eyebrow.

“So, we’re in a relationship are we?”

You rolled your eyes at him and tried not to smile.

“You know what….?”

Sy put his hands up and did some fast talking.

“Just kidding, Buttercup. Don’t get mad.”

He took your hand and pulled you closer.

“I think you know I want forever with you.”

You didn’t say anything, just allowed Sy to pull you into an embrace. You relaxed. He continued.

“We are in year two of a five year contract. I figure, by that time the contract is fulfilled, we will be on our way to creating a non-profit arm of Castle on our own…”

You watched how small your hand looked in Sy’s and wondered about the ‘we’ that he just uttered. You decided to chill.

He was worth it.

“Okay, Sy.”

You finally looked him in the eye.

“But no more surprises. I’m serious. If you want this to work, we’ve got to have truth.”

Sy looked down at you, amazed at how beautiful you were, and that you were in his arms.

“Oh, I’ll give you more truth than you can handle, Buttercup.”

He smiled at you angelically and leaned in for a peck on the lips. Then, moved to get out of bed and grinned as he went into the bathroom.

“It’s almost two pm, got to get a move on to build your dream salon. Where would we get this hood dryer?”

You stared at the ceiling, not believing that you and Sy were doing this domestic thing. You arrived in town two days earlier dreading seeing him and now you didn't want to leave. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, seeking clarity and peace.

“The supercenter should have them.”

You said it as you breezed past him, naked and on the way into the shower.

He was staring.

“I’ll never get over seeing you all wet, Buttercup.”

—-

Sy pulled you to him for a kiss as he stepped into the shower.

“Can’t ever get enough of you,” he whispered it in your ear as he handled your ass, his long fingers skimming your wetness.

“Same, Sy.”

Your hands were all over him, sliding over his shoulders with the hot water. You traced his neck, torso and abs, down to the throbbing muscle between you. All the while, you were kissing passionately, his tongue sliding through your mouth as if establishing ownership. 

Your hand slid up and down his cock, expertly now, squeezing in that way that made him groan and throw his head back, giving you a view of the corded muscles in his neck. The way your thumb slipped across the slick head of him made him tremble and you feel powerful. When your other hand slipped down to his balls and tugged, Sy had moved you against the cooler tiles of the shower wall.

“Fuck, Buttercup. You do that so godamn well…too fucking well.”

You went on tip toe for a kiss, sucking his tongue in time as you pumped his cock. Sy moaned in your mouth, then grabbed your throat as he bent further in order to suck your nipples, his lips, tongue and teeth making you quiver. You whimpered when his mouth came back up to your ear.

“You tryna make me spill before I see you come apart for me? Hunh?”

His voice was gravel and rumbled straight to your pussy. Sy’s pupils were blown as he looked at you through half closed lids, mouth open and panting as you worked him with both hands.

His grinned and held your gaze as he slowly inserted two fingers into his mouth and pulled them back out, causing you to tremble.

“Open.”

One word made you close to cumming untouched, and you did as he commanded. He inserted the same two fingers on your tongue. You closed your lips around them and started to suck. His cock jumped in your hands and despite the overhead shower spray, you felt more slick shoot from his tip.

Sy’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Christ, this mouth, Buttercup. Those hands, so good for me. This. Pussy.”

He actually gasped as he removed his fingers from your mouth into your wet heat and started pumping.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, baby.”

You rode his fingers as he started fucking you in earnest, the velocity at which his hand moved causing violent sprays of water all around you as you came on his hand.

“So fucking pretty when you cum for me Buttercup.”

You just whimpered as he turned you around, bent you over, and then pushed his fat cock inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so thick!”

“So fucking tight!” 

You both exclaimed at the same time.

Although you’d taken him plenty of times already, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to his girth. Sy was close as soon as he was inside you. Your warm wet heat was his weakness. He clutched you to him from behind as he finally slid home and you pushed back on him as he fucked you. Hard.

Water was jumping everywhere at the force of his thrusts and he created more leverage and a better angle by holding your arms behind your back. 

“Ugh! Feels s-s-so goooddd. Sy!” 

“Come on, give it to me baby!”

You came again on his cock, your fluid competition for the shower spray. 

“Fuck! I gotta taste that shit.”

Sy pulled out and got on his knees to lap you up and eat you out. 

After you came again, he stood up, picked you up and fucked your weak body against the wall. You rode him, clinging to him like a vine until you felt the hot jettison of his cum shoot inside you and drip down your legs along with the steamy shower water.

Next thing you knew, you were being shook awake and you found yourself naked and back in Sy’s bed.

“C’mon Buttercup. I let you sleep for an hour. But we really gotta get going.”

You moaned and rolled over, covering your head with a pillow.

“We can stay in bed. I’ll order take out and you can have your hair in pigtails for the interview.”

You bolted upright in the bed.

“I’m awake.”

—---

45 minutes later, you were bopping along in the grocery section of the supercenter, your cart full of hair supplies, looking for some snacks while Sy scoped out some meat and fish to grill. You were into this domestic shit. Suddenly, a kid, about 8 or nine years old, ran into your cart.

“Ooof! Sorry!”

He was adorable and grinned at you before he ran back to his mother, who was castigating him. 

“Josiah! I told you to look where you are going! Did you apolo– Y/N????”

You looked at the kid’s mother and blanched. Holy shit.

“Becca?”

She looked exactly the same, but older. And she didn’t seem perfect any more.

“Yes. It’s me. I heard you were in town for the reunion, but I always just missed you at the functions.”

She didn’t mention Sy, but if people told her you were at the reunion activities, they’d be sure to tell her who you’d left with. You decided to give her some grace.

“How are you? This your little one?”

Becca looked over at her son as if surprised he was there. She softened, and ruffled his curly hair. You both looked at him and saw Jeremy.

“Yes. he is my little. I have- I have four. Jeremy and I. Jeremiah… she cleared her throat, looking guilty as you both remembered how that pregnancy was announced. Jordan, Jade, and Josiah.”

You inwardly cringed but said, “How cute.”

Becca, chucked her chin up.

“Yes, we went with all J names. I know it’s not cool, but… this is us.”

You felt bad for a minute. Could Becca be looking for your approval?

“Hey… No, I like it….And he’s a beautiful kid.”

Josiah was now tucked under his mother’s arm.

“Yes, and he’s smart, and kind. My road dog.” 

Becca smiled down at him grinning up at her and she looked almost beautiful. She looked back up at you and then her smile dropped. You felt a chill in the air.

“Hey Sy.”

You looked back to see Sy behind you with meat that he reached around you to put in the cart. There was no mistaking what this was.

“Hello, Becca.”

Sy’s back was straight and his tone more formal. You got a glimpse of his command in the service.

Becca’s eyes surveyed the pair of you and she cleared her throat again. 

“You two always did make a handsome pair. You look good together.”

You had nothing to say to that, given your history, so you just stayed silent. The reality of the woman before you destroyed the multiple fantasies you’d had about gouging her eyes out.

Sy put his hand on your waist and drew you back on to him, almost like a shield. Damn, this woman hurt him.

You felt bad for all three of you.

“We do, don’t we?”

Josiah was tap dancing in the aisle now, and Becca shushed him.

“Yes. Well, I’ve got to go get him to soccer. Jordan’s looking forward to football this fall, Sy.”

Becca awkwardly turned her cart around in the aisle and spoke over her shoulder as she fled.

“Me too. I hear he’s even better than ‘Miah.”

Becca grinned as before she turned down the next aisle.

“Just you wait and see. Good to see you, Y/N.”

You both stood there for a second, letting the interaction sink in. It was anticlimactic for you and nerve wracking for Sy.

“You good?”

Sy was worried that this was going to send you over the edge.

“I’m great.”

You turned in his grip and gave him a kiss. 

“Let’s go home. I’m starving.”

The word home made any worries in Sy’s mind disappear.

—--

May 2004

As Sy pulled up to your place after the prom, the other two Powerpuff Girls and their dates were standing guard outside. Sy jumped out and started toward the house.

Carla stepped in front of him. 

"You don't wanna go in there, Sy."

"Don't worry, I got her, Bubbles. Let me pass."

"You don’t get to call me that anymore, Jacob. Turn the fuck around.” 

Carla blocked the way, Tiffani and the crew behind her.

“Please get outta my way."

"No."

"No?" 

Sy glared down at Carla. And she glared back up at him, unafraid.

"Did I stutter?"

Sy turned to Tiffani. 

“Listen, can you talk to her? Ask her to see me?”

Tiffani crossed her arms. 

“Now why would I do that? You embarrassed the fuck outta my friend tonight.”

Sy threw up his hands.

“I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Did you, or did you NOT stick your unwrapped dick into Becca Ferguson 6 months ago?”

Sy winced at Carla’s blunt words.

“Don’t get shy now, mutha–”

Tiffani put her hand on Carla’s shoulder.

“Look, I don’t think she’s going, but I will go tell her that you’re here.”

Carla glared at her bestie, but Tiff shushed her and turned to go to your front door. Everyone watched it open and accept her in, while Sy nervously paced beside the Bronco.

Ten minutes later, Tiff came out of the house with a box and his tuxedo jacket. She approached Sy, who stopped moving and was staring at what was in her hands. He looked from what was in Tiffani’s hands to her face.

“No.”

Sy was in denial as Carla approached him with a box of his things.

“Yes, Sy. You fucked up big time. She doesn’t want to see you. At all. These are some things of yours. And your jacket. Be careful. There is something for you in the pocket.”

“No.”

Sy wouldn’t accept the items, so Tiffani just opened the Bronco and placed the belongings in the passenger seat, taking your bag from inside.

“No! Buttercup!!! Y/N!!!!”

Sy charged toward your house as Gavin and Tony blocked him. They did a good job, after all, they were his defensive backs.

“Just go man. Give her some room.”

Sy looked at Carla as if he’d heard her for the first time.

Yes, he’d give you some space and in the morning, you’d talk. He looked at your door again and then down at his boots, kicking a rock before circling around and getting into the truck. He sat there, staring into space for a minute before he started the car.

“Hey, yo, man. You good?”

Gavin was concerned.

Sy shook his head. He wasn’t good. Not at all.

“This is wild, Ya’ know?”

“Yes. Yes it is. Be safe on the road.”

Gavin had little sympathy as he tapped Betty twice, signaling that it was time for Sy to leave.

Sy took one last look at your house, then started Betty and pulled away from the curb. He got home without realizing it, and started walking into his house. He stopped halfway to the door, and then ran back to the truck, diving for his things through the open window. Surely what was in the jacket was a note from you!

Sy knew it was over when he pulled his grandmother’s ring out of his tuxedo pocket.

—---

June 2024

Sy looked at the ring as he held it again. It was so delicate. And special. And you loved it back in the day. He hoped that you would accept it again. His heart beat was erratic and the meal that he’d carefully prepared threatened to come back up. He put the ring back in his pocket, scared that he would fuck up the good vibes of the weekend.

You were reading over your research on ReHome while you sat under the dryer. He smiled as he thought of how charitable you were toward Becca during your talk on the way home from the store. Instead of setting you off, the encounter seemed to calm you down. You were focused on the future, excited about the interview, and flirting through dinner. 

The ease by which you’d settled into his life in mere hours had him shook. He had hope that transcended time, but he was in awe that this really might happen. Sy watched the baseball game, trying to distract himself from you but instead he ended up staring at the screen while thoughts of you ran through his mind. 

You walked into Sy’s living room, clad in only his ARMY t-shirt and panties. You ran your hand over your twists and decided they were sexy. Your confidence was back. Today, you saw the truth. And the truth was that Becca Ferguson was just a flawed woman. And she had tried her best to stop what you and Sy had, but time and fate had you back together. Because even though it was 20 years later, Jacob Syverson still loved you.

And you still loved him.

You leaned against the wall as Sy stared at the television screen. He looked delectable in his grey sweatpants which stretched taught on his thighs and a Castle Builders t-shirt which was hanging on to his muscles for dear life. He caught sight of you drooling over him as he lifted his arm to rake through the curls on his head.

“Why hello there, Buttercup. Or should I call you Ms. Creeper?”

You laughed as you sauntered over to stand in front of him on the couch. He licked his lips and looked you and your attire up and down. He leaned forward and put his fingertips on the back of your knee. 

“I love you walking into my house and stealing my clothes. Looks good on you, baby. Damn good.”

His hand moved up your thigh and you trembled as you asked a question. 

“Who’s winning?”

Sy looked up at you and thought for the hundredth time that he wanted this for life. His heart swelled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.

“I am.”

You snuggled into his chest and nuzzled his neck, inhaling the scent of him and trying not to think of leaving the following afternoon. This was not how you pictured this weekend turning out. You just wanted to stay in his arms.

“Hmmmm, looks to me like it’s the ‘Stros, but maybe you’ll get lucky too.” 

You were grinning up at him when something shiny caught your eye.

You turned your head to see Sy’s grandmother’s ring between his pointer finger and thumb. Suddenly, a sound came out of your throat, a cross between an exclamation, a sob, and a laugh.

“Jacob Syverson!”

You sat up straight on his thigh with your mouth open and your hands covering it and looked from him to his grandmother’s ring.

“Buttercup. Now this is just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, that’s not worth much monetarily, but it means the world to me. I used to think that no one would want it, but my Gran told me that it was for my future wife.” 

You stared at the ring like it was the crown jewels, and of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. Then you looked at Sy. You were ready.

“A long time ago, I said that we were jumpin' the gun, and that we were too young, but I also knew that one day we wouldn’t be.”

You were sobbing now.

“Oh, Sy…”

“I will love you ‘til the day I die, Buttercup. I know this is super fast, but then again it’s taken 20 years. I just can’t help it. I can’t wait any longer.”

Sy lifted you off of his lap and went down on one knee on the rug in front of you. It felt as if there was no air in the room and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

“Will you take this ring as a promise of marriage?”

“Sy… I love you. I do.”

Sy grinned and grabbed the back of your neck for a kiss as you tried to keep your wits about you.

“Now. What exactly are you asking me?”

“I am asking you to marry me, Buttercup.”

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Paper Hearts Part 2

I'm loving the response for this. Thank you so much!!!

In this we have a couple of cameos, Steve gets into some trouble and Eddie comes to his rescue.

Pt 1

****

Steve checked with the nurse on Monday, more as a precaution then because his hand was feeling worse. Because Eddie was right. If he didn’t take care of himself no else would.

She signed off on the hand and said that it was doing better, but to still take it easy for a couple more days.

He tried to focus in class, but he was buzzing out of his skin with barely contained excitement.

Finally it was time for lunch and he ducked into library. He pulled out the year book and began jotting down a few names. He decided to stick to just seniors as that would prevent people thinking he was being a creep and of course the add bonus of avoiding a certain Junior’s ire.

Once he got about twenty names compiled he took the list up to the girls manning the paper hearts booth.

“Hey,” he greeted warmly.

“How can I help you?” the blonde haired girl asked.

“These can be anonymous right?” Steve asked chewing on his bottom lip.

The other girl, a cute bubbly red-head in a cheerleader’s uniform smiled up at him. “Sure! Is there a certain lady you would like to buy a red heart for?”

He shook his head. “Um...no. Can I get twenty pink hearts please?”

The two girls shared a shocked glance.

“How many?” the blonde asked.

“Twenty.” Steve pulled out his wallet and handed them two ten dollar bills.

The stunned blonde took the money as the red-head counted out the twenty pink hearts.

“There you go!” she said cheerfully. “Thank you for your donation!”

“I just have one question,” Steve asked. “Why are a couple of juniors manning the booth for senior prom?”

The girls’ jaws dropped in surprise that he recognized them as juniors.

The blonde managed to overcome her shock first. “They were asking for volunteers. We get extra credit.”

Steve nodded. “Thanks, ladies!”

He turned around and nearly collided with Munson.

“Oof!” he cried. “Sorry!”

Munson eyed him warily. “Why so many pink hearts, Harrington?” He crossed his arms and licked his bottom lip slowly.

Steve looked back at the two girls and then back at him. “I don’t have a girlfriend this year and but still have all this money, so I thought that instead of blowing it on junk food and soda to be all sad that night, I do something nice with the money.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and considered him a moment. “And what would that be?”

Steve blushed and looked down at the paper hearts in his hands. He mumbled something Eddie couldn’t quite catch.

“Say that again?”

“I said I was going to write something nice for the girls not likely to get one,” he hissed, this time loud enough for the other boy to hear, but no one else.

Eddie blinked at him a moment. “Oh. That’s actually really sweet of you.”

Steve’s blush deepened and promptly turned on his heel and dashed away.

The red-head asked, “What was all that about?”

Eddie looked over at Chrissy Cunningham, the girl he had no doubt would be queen of Hawkins high next year with her perfect boyfriend, her bubbly personality, and cheerful nature.

He debated telling her what Steve’s plan was, but he didn’t want to ruin it for the guy.

“I honestly don’t know.”

Which to be fair was true. He didn’t know what that was about. How former king of Hawkins could be so sweet? Because hooboy did that throw a wrench in Eddie’s plans to never ever give into his crush on the guy. If Steve wasn’t the bitchy, annoying jock anymore than that last bastion of defense was going to fall and he would be like every other girl with a pair of eyes at this school.

In love with Steve Harrington.

He opened his wallet and counted how much money he had. He rationed gas and other expenses before he nodded to himself.

He walked over to the booth and asked for a single red heart.

“Ooh...” the blonde girl cooed. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

Eddie noticed her for the first as he handed her the money. It was Robin Buckley from band. Eddie had tried it out for a semester hoping to get enough credits to graduate last year. It didn’t work. But he recognized a fellow queer when he saw one.

“Maybe I’m sending it to myself?” he teased.

Chrissy giggled into her hand. “That’s what I would do if I didn’t have a boyfriend.”

Robin blushed a dark pink.

“You’d never have to worry about that,” Eddie said.

She handed him the heart and he thanked her before heading on his way.

****

Steve suddenly felt self-conscious after telling Munson what he was going to to. But he resolved to go through with his plan.

That night he painstakingly wrote each girl’s name and something nice he remembered about them. Once he was finished he used a paper clip to keep them together and put it between the pages of his English workbook for safety.

He finished his homework. Or at least he tried to. After about an hour, the words on the pages started to blur.

It didn’t help that it was chemistry and that just made his head spin. He would have called Dustin, but the kid would have just done it for him after five minutes of trying to explain it to him.

He decided it was time for a break.

Steve stood up and stretched. Below him he could hear the hum of the TV in his father’s den and the prattling of his mother on the phone. He wasn’t sure how they managed it in a house as big as theirs but they always made sure Steve was aware they were home.

He always thought it was a weird control thing they had. They were always gone on trips but when they were home they made sure he knew it.

He changed into a pair of sweats, grabbed a jacket and pulled on his Nikes, having decided that a run would be the perfect thing to wake him up so that he could finish his homework. He stood by the front doors and stretched out his legs, making sure they were warmed up enough.

Steve was finishing the last of his stretches when his mother came out the kitchen.

“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” she hissed.

He looked at her in confusion. He had one leg bent all the way back so that his foot was nearly touching his ass. He was managing his balance by using his free hand to touch the door frame.

“Going for a run?” he said, making the statement more of a question.

“At this time of night?” Mrs. Harrington said sharply.

Steve looked at his watch and then back up at her, again in confusion. It was only a little after five o’clock in the evening.

“I wanted to get it before it too dark to,” he explained.

She looked at her watch and then huffed, storming back into the kitchen.

That was the problem with his mother. You could never tell when she was just going to let it go or fly off the handle.

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then opened the door. He closed it behind him and sighed.

He should have told her he was going for a run, but even with them making noise, he had forgotten that he was supposed to tell them where he was going. Having gotten too used to them not being home.

He let out a shiver as he shook his arms to warm them up. If he had been doing anything other than running he would have worn a warmer coat, but while he was cold now, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be in five minutes.

Steve took off running. Just sprinting down the street to get away from his parents, his responsibilities, his troubles, and his cares. He got to the end of the street and slowed his sprint into a marathon. Going for endurance over speed.

He wasn’t sure how long he ran only that when he stopped for breath he was standing in front of a large sign that read: Forest Hills Trailer Park. He squinted up at it like he was seeing things.

Despite what the haves in Loch Nora thought, the trailer park was a lot closer than they wanted it to be. It was literally on the other side of the forest behind his house. But as he hadn’t taken off through the forest, he was a little surprised to be standing there, hands on his hips and panting for breath.

If he was going to mindlessly go somewhere he thought for sure he would have ended up at the Hendersons.

But, nope.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair. How was he supposed to get home now? He squinted down at his watch trying to make out the time, but full dark had taken a hold on this god forsaken town and he couldn’t make out shit.

He wasn’t even sure he could find the entrance to the forest that would lead him back home. Not that he wanted to go through that part of the woods this late at night. The Department of Energy’s assurances be damned.

“Fuck!”

He heard the vehicle before he saw the headlights. He stepped out of the way and hoped that whoever it was would be willing to give him a lift home.

“Fuck!” he cursed again.

Because it was Munson. Of course it was. This day was really out to get him.

“Harrington!” Munson called out, slowing to stop next to him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Steve buried his head in his hands. He had to take a chance with Munson because he didn’t know if there would even be someone else coming in anytime in the near future.

“Would you believe me if I told you I got lost?” he asked, hands back on his hips.

Munson laughed and threw open his passenger side door. “Get in, dumbass. I have to stop at my place to let my uncle know I’m taking you home.”

Steve nodded and walked in front of the van. Mainly because that’s where the lights where, but also because he didn’t want Munson to drive off without him. If he tried that, he’d have to run Steve over. Which at this point would have been an improvement.

He hopped into the van and closed the door. “Thanks. I’m serious about the getting lost thing though.” He buckled in.

Munson gunned it and then gave him the side eye. “Yeah, how does that work for a Hawkins native?”

“Because I’m not?” Steve said. “I moved here when I was eight. I’m no more a native than you are, man.”

Munson slammed on the breaks, Steve’s hand shooting out in front of him. “Wait, you’re really not a Hawkins native?”

He shook his head. “I swear it.”

Munson started going down the road again. “So you managed to get lost?”

“Yeah, I sometimes run to get out of my head,” he explained. “I somehow I ended up here.” He looked at the road out in front of him. “My parents are probably going to kick my ass when I get home. I left before dinner and there is no way it’s not way passed that now.”

Munson pressed a button on his watch and it lit up. “Yeah, man. It’s almost seven.”

Suddenly every muscle in Steve’s body started screaming in protest.

“Shit,” he muttered and he buried his head in his hands. “I’ve been running for about two hours.”

Munson slammed on his breaks again. “The fuck, Harrington!”

“I know!” Steve cried. “I barely warmed up and I didn’t have any water with me. But I didn’t mean to run that long. I thought I was just going to go around the block a couple of times and then go in for dinner.”

“We’re getting you water and food before I send you home, man,” Munson mutter. “And I don’t want to hear a god damn complaint from you. Do you understand? Even I’m not stupid enough to go for two hours without stopping for breaks and drinking water.”

Steve just nodded. He had already gotten yelled at by Munson about not taking care of himself, he wasn’t about to endure another lecture.

****

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fit my poems like a perfect rhyme - everything has changed au

wc: 3k

tw: talks of sex. angst. drinking. lmk if more!

gabe perreault x oc

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rachel summers was a girl everyone around her was drawn too. she was the cool it girl who seemed to be blessed, in just about every aspect of her life; she was.

she was born and raised in california, where her hobbies included surfing and hanging out with friends. in high school she was the popular girl who dated the star quarterback, and of course they won prom queen and king.

she even had her two best friends, that too the average eye; were her minions. together they were the hottest trio in school, it was iconic in a way. sadly, those minions chose to have a mind of their own, and stay on the west coast.

whereas she did not. Rachel. who of course went by the name 'summer', committed to a school on the easy coast; boston college.

she had flowy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and a heart of gold that made her easy to love by just about anyone who met her. so when she moved into a new city, knowing no one but her beloved cat, she wasn't all too nervous.

"no I dont want to know who he got with tonight mary" rachel rolled her eyes as she face timed one of the minions, who she wanted to call a friend, but wasn't. mary was across the country at college and it happened to be the same college as said quarterback boyfriend, who was now her ex.

mary felt the need to update summer on just about everything he did. of course including the fact he got with a new girl every night.

at least he's finally getting what I couldn't give him.

"i'm not telling you this to be evil summer! I'm telling you this so you don't feel guilty, to go live a life. don't be a nobody, its gross" mary's voice said on the phone seeing as she was in thought. she had a bit of a point.

"I dont feel guilty to go out!"

"then go out!"

rachel thought for a moment, she could go out.

she had a neighbor, who seemed to love going out. that is, if she had been observing right, her neighbor would go alone? maybe she wouldn't mind a companion? they seemed to be around the same age and she seemed cool.

"anyways, I gotta go. love you babe" mary said before kissing the camera and hanging up, not even waiting for summer to mutter a goodbye.

it's like mary only called her, to rub in how much fun college had been going for her. summer on the other hand, was going through a nasty breakup for the beginning of it.

I do need to enjoy it

rachel was left nervously juggling the idea of whether or not she should ask her neighbor.

what do I even say

"wanna join me for drinks?" summer practiced pacing in her living room.

"hey! were neighbors can I join you?" too forward.

"lets have a blast tonight!" what's wrong with you?

what if her neighbor liked to go out alone? or what if she didn't go out alone, and just met up with friends? no summer was sure of the fact she did these activities alone. maybe she's just an alcoholic.

she decided to man up and shake off the nerves and just ask. the worst that could happen, would be she says no, and they go about their lives.

while we awkwardly avoid each other for our rest of co-existency.

summer decided to just go ahead and knock on her neighbors door.

"in a minuite!" she heard rustling and things knocking down on the other side for a minute, before the door swung open and there stood a brunette girl with going out boots. she is going out

the girl seemed to be surprised and confused. summer deciding start the conversation, before the girl thought she was just some creep.

"hi! were neighbors, my names rachel, but like everyone calls me summer" she nervously smiled.

"yeah! I've like seen you in the hallway and stuff sometimes" the neighbor nervously rambled.

"yeah me too. look, I don't know if this is weird or anything, but I was wondering if you would be down to get some drinks some time?"

yes summer! you sounded cool and chill!

the neighbor had not been expecting that. she had thought she was going to open the door to her situation ship , ending things with her, for the crap she pulled last night. but when she opened the door to find summer, she thought she was going to get confronted for the fact she had sex in the middle of said hallway last night. she wasn't proud of that fact either.

"oh! uhm. yeah, that sounds nice! -actually, i'm going out right now, did you want to join?"

"yes!- I mean- yeah sounds cool. super cool" summer cringed, realizing she scream 'yes' and seemed far too desperate.

"let me just get changed real quick" she added.

"okay slay! wear something cute! oh! and by the way my names frankie" the brunette smiled.

"sick name!"

"thanks I was gonna say summer's sick too!" the two girls told each other excitedly. this really felt the start of something new and good for the both of them.

____

the two girls hit the town with a sense of belonging. frankie had been searching for the feeling of a girl friend since she moved in, and summer was the ultimate coolest person you can find.

summer was finally happy she built up the courage to talk to her neighbor, that frankly intimidated her.

"wait so that guy from the beginning of the year wasn't even your boyfriend!?!" summer exclaimed as they got off the uber. she remembered seeing a tall boy in the hallway alot.

"nope. i thought he was gonna fall in love with me over time, news flash, I was wrong"

"he's a douche and love is fake"

"got that right" frankie said smiling.

"so... you got a love life?" frankie asked curiously, she was excited to have the bond of girl hood.

"not really, its kinda dead at the moment. I had a boyfriend, but college happened and everything" summer said kinda sadly.

"im sorry, but I mean we can get you laid?" she smiled wiggling her eyebrows.

summer wasn't the type of girl for hookups. she knew frankie was, she often saw them, but she didn't know if she could throw all her eggs in one basket like that. no-hate but she didn't even let her ex-boyfriend do anything to her till it was the summer of their senior year, ad even that didn't go all too well.

frankie saw her in thought and rewinded.

"oh my god! are you a virgin? i'm sorry. we'll find you just love, then!" frankie said hoping she didn't weird out the poor girl.

"no- I mean- well... kinda. its complicated" summer said, red in the face.

"you dont have to tell-"

summer cut her off by whispering something in frankie's ear. something that made her eyes go wide.

"your half a virgin!" frankie whispered yelled.

"oh shut up franks" summer said as the girls got giggling and gave the bouncer there very fake ID's. frankie knew they were going to be a duo.

___

the bar was frankie's favorite and summer soon understood why. it was a cool vintage bar that kind of resembled a dive bar.

the girls ordered themselves some shots and quickly downed them, needing to feel the feeling sooner than faster.

"oh my god, the boys hockey team just walked in" frankie said, turning and facing away from the door.

"why does that matter, their kinda cute" summer said tilting her head as the filed in sipping on her vodka cranberry.

"the douche guy is a hockey player" frankie told her.

"ohhhh. now I get it"

"I also have a little thing with one of his friends" frankie guilty told her.

"the guy from last night?"

"you saw that!" frankie said, embarrassed as hell.

"please. your not exactly quite either" summer told the girl as frankie wanted to die.

"it's not the guy from last night" frankie told her overall guilty as summer gasped.

"I slept with a BU guy last night. but I mean ryan keeps saying were not anything" frankie said shamelessly as summer had her hands over her mouth.

"do the guys know you" summer asked seeing as alot of them kept looking over at the two.

"yes" frankie said scared to ask why she was asking that.

"oh god four of them are coming over" summer said to her wanting to run away. she hated confrontation.

"your staying with me" frankie said grabbing her shirt before she tried to leave her.

"frankie! missed you at the game tonight" will said being petty, they were pissed at her.

frankie turned and looked at all of them, and by the look of their faces they were mad at her. ryan's face made her want to crumble. they weren't together, he made that very clear, but a girl like frankie had needs.

"it was meaningless" frankie told them, avoiding eye contact with ryan.

"he brought it up on the ice" ryan said to her, frankie now noticing he had a light black eye and busted up lip.

"ry-"

"we need to talk" he said, looking the most serious frankie had ever seen it.

frankie turned to look at summer who saw how frankie wanted to fix things between them. she wasn't going to get in the way of that, just because she was afraid to be left alone.

"go" summer urged her. as she gave her a sorry look and walked out behind a fuming ryan, leaving her with three boys.

"well that was uncomfortable" summer joked to the three boys. all of them eyeing her trying to figure out who she was, frankie didn't have friends.

"i'm her neighbor by the way, summer" she added, not wanting to seem like some nosy person as they nodded.

"jacob" a ginger haired guy said

"will" the blonde one said.

"gabe" a boy that summer found unbelievably handsome said.

"you go to BC?" a gabe asked.

"yeah... I know you guys do, good game today " summer said. she had been watching it on ESPN before she went to frankies apartment. they all smiled and thanked her as they got to talking. even though they looked intimidating they were overall nice goofy guys.

"you think lenny's letting up?" jacob asked as he noticed they were still outside.

"I don't know, he was pretty pissed" will said looking at the door.

"did he get in a fight over her or something" summer asked feeling like she was missing out on something.

"yeah. she has him on a leash and they're not even dating yet" gabe said chuckling.

"well they're not official" summer defended.

"they basically are, they hang out everyday" will said

"she said he's made it very clear, that they're not together" summer said.

"that doesn't give her the green light to sleep with other guys though" gabe argued.

"guy. just one. i think you guys are just mad it was with a BU guy" summer said to them.

"I mean obviously! before the champion ship game is crazy too. he was just trying to get in our heads too, especially lennys. hughes is smarter than that" will said while the other two nodded.

they have to be full of themselves, for them to think this is about them!

"all that over... hockey?" summer said confused. hockey was the not a big deal in the oc, where she grew up. but then again, she remembers the quarterback from the cross town rival school, claiming to have her nudes; he didn't.

so I mean they could be right... but that seemed very high school to summer; this was college.

"why'd you say hockey like that" gabe said to her, not liking she said 'hockey' with a tone of disgust.

"I just don't think it's all that serious" summer said, trying to not offend them. obviously still getting under ones skin though, specifically gabe.

"hockeys not important?"

"no! I mean it is for people like you guys-" summer said trying to save herself but failing horribly.

"like us? what's that supposed to mean?" gabe said. he felt summer was some stuck up girl and even though he had found the girl to be quite attractive he didnt know if he liked her all too well.

"not like that. i mean it's important to hockey players and stuff, but like its not someones whole life, you know?" summer didnt even know if she knew exactly what she was trying to say.

"so now you think we have no life?" gabe said honestly just wanting to pick on the flustered blonde.

"oh my god, im just going to shutup" summer said taking a sip out of her vodka cranberry as will and jacob laughed. they decided they liked the girl, gabe not so much.

"do you even know anything, hockey related?" gabe asked still wanting to bicker with the girl.

"not really. I honestly forget its like a real thing out here" summer said.

"you don't think hockey's a real sport" gabe said as will and jacob rolled their eyes. they knew their friend and if they didn't know any better, they'd say he was flirting?

"who doesn't think hockey is a real sport!?!" frankie said, as her and ryan rejoining the group, seemingly on good terms. gabe pointed to summer.

"nice! I knew I liked you!" frankie said giggling as the boys rolled their eyes.

"I didn't even mean it like that, its just I grew up in california. and over there, the closest ice rink is probably three hours away"

"isn't there hockey in california? they have three NHL teams" jacob asked.

"californias big. where'd you grow up?" ryan asked the girl as he had an arm wrapped around frankie.

"the oc. newport beach" summer answered. god she missed her hometown.

"can you surf?" will asked her,

"yeah, pretty well actually. when I was sixteen i got a silver medal for it too" summer answered casually.

"OMG! you have to teach me I've been trying to learn for so long now!" frankie said excitedly, remembering the memory of her and her brothers failing miserably. it wasn't like wake boarding on the lake.

"you guys are free to join us anytime. my parents are traveling across europe, for like a year, so the house is just sitting there, its on the beach too" summer told them as the boys and frankie agreed.

gabe on the other hand just couldn't stop his thoughts of thinking summer was some stuck up girl. everything that came out of her mouth, just now, wasn't helping either. 'its on the beach by the way' who says that! gabe thought.

the night went on, frankie and summer unknowingly becoming the best friends they've always needed, ryan finally happy that him and frankie made it official, and the other three boys creating a friendship with the two girls, it was all just so college.

right now though, the night was close to finished and the boys were taking the two very drunk girls back to their apartments. girls who thought everything in that moment was the most hilarious thing in the world.

the group stumbled on a large hill and it didn't take long for the two girls to want to roll down it.

"frankie and summer don't you dare!" ryan said speeding up, seeing as the boys had been walking a couple meters behind the two girls.

the two girls ignoring his please and giggling. ryan turned his head to look at his friends as if he was giving them the mom look for help. gabe huffed and went to help him, with summer.

"one-" frankie started off as the two girls sat side by side holding each others hands

"two" summer said giggling

"GO!" frankie screamed seeing as the boys were right behind them.

the girls began to slide as ryan missed his attempt to lunge at frankie, while gabe not so much. he attempted to grab summer but lost footing and down he went along with them.

only causing the girls to laugh ten times more, at gabe. summer was laughing loudly, a sound that gabe didn't know if he hated or loved.

"you good gabe?" she said as she held a hand out to him, trying to hold back a giggle.

gabe obviously holding his pride, ignored her hand and got up on his own.

"you are absolutely insufferable" he huffed as he walked past her.

"c'mon perreault! don't be mad at summer! she's just a girl" frankie said as she saw gabe began to walk back up the hill towards the group.

"yeah! its not my fault you ate shit!" summer said, before the two girls unleashed laughter, once again. both taking breaks as they walked up the hill.

"you guys pissed gabe off, him and jacob left back to the dorms" ryan told the two as will began to hold summer up.

"I don't think he likes me very much" summer told them.

"well, your lucky I like you enough to help you" will said as she began to slump herself onto him.

"gabes just being like that because he thinks he's flirting" frankie said against ryans back as he decided to haul her up over his shoulder.

"ewwwww" a drunk summer let out. as the group laughed.

it had been a great night for them, except gabe of course.

[logbush]

quinn & r holding hands because theres a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it theyre each other’s crushes so like friends to lovers if you can

Jealousy, Jealousy

1221 words

kinda fluff, kinda angst

quinn fabray x reader

A/n: i tried to expand on this idea, i hope it works well for you!

you sat next to quinn in your physics class. she was scribbling away on her notebook, not caring about what the teacher had to say. you were watching her closely, admiring all of her features. her soft, pillowy skin. her soft golden hair pulled back to a ponytail. you were quickly snapped out of thought when quinn turned her head to look at you “you know, i can feel when you’re staring at me” she whispered with a smile so the teacher wouldn’t notice your conversation. you shook your head with a grin, “i wasn’t staring at you” you tried to cover yourself “i was looking out the window behind you” she turned to look at the window, “no you weren’t” she looked back at you. you just shook your head with a smile.

~

you walked down the hall, everywhere you looked you saw a hundreds of posters of prom. another reminder that you had no one to go with. of course, you wanted to go with quinn, and not just as friends. you wanted to dance with her and kiss her proudly. quinn however, was up for queen with finn hudson, quarterback. “y/n!” a voice echoed as the blonde walked down the halls, people clearing her way like she was parting the red sea. you quickly turned around with a smile “whats up q?” you asked. she stood next to you, “will you help me hang up more posters later?” you gave her a tight lipped smile before nodding “sure” you replied.

quinn furrowed her brows at you “whats wrong?” she questioned. you shook your head “nothings wrong” the blonde didnt take this for an answer “you’re not telling the truth” you pinched her cheeks with a smile, something you two always did when one of you was sad. “im okay q, ill see you later” quinn smiled at your action, “okay, ill see you later” she said as she walked towards the direction of her next class, slightly swaying her hips.

you walked to your locker and got out your books you need for your next class. your locker slammed shut, making you jump at the sound. “we need to talk” santana said. you looked at her, confused “what do we have to talk about?” you questioned “you like quinn, its obvious,” you blushed at this “i need to make brittany jealous, you need to make her jealous” you quickly cut her off “why would i need to make quinn jealous?” you questioned her “the same reason i need to make brittany jealous, to get her in your arms, now” she put her finger up “dont interrupt me again,” she paused for a few moments before continuing “heres my plan, we run for prom king and queen, brittany runs into my arms and quinn runs into yours” santana paused to see if you needed anything clarified “but were both girls?” santana groaned “that doesnt matter, but one of us is going to have to run for king” she paused with a smug look on her face “and that is going to be you” you shrugged “cool, tell me if i need to do anything else” you said before walking off.

~

you were sat in your living room, reading a book on your couch before loud knocking from the door interrupted your thoughts. you sighed and put your book down before standing up and walking to the door. the knocking didnt stop until you opened the door. a certain blonde was stood still, her brows furrowed with her other hand on her hip. “whats up lucy q?” you only used this name in private, as you know that quinn didnt want anyone knowing about her past.

“you’re running from prom court with santana?” she yelled. you looked around before walking outside and closing the door. “whats wrong with that?” you questioned. the blonde scoffed “she’s just using you to make brittany jealous!” she didnt lower her volume “whatever, even is she is at least have someone to go with!” you matched her tone.

quinn knew this was a dig at her. you two used to go to everything together, it didnt matter what. she looked stunned “im sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ quinn cut you off with her finger “save it” she said as she walked back to her car. you wanted to chase her, but you knew she would just push you away if you tried.

~

prom night quickly approached. you and santana had gotten ready together, her in a bright red dress, you in a suit with a bright red tie to match. “i think our plan is already working” you said softly. she looked at you sadly “quinn get pissed?” she asked walking towards you. you nodded before wrapping your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. the latina was shocked by your affection before wrapping her arms tight around you. “this will all work out, i promise” she reassured.

~

you sat at a table, watching as santana danced with brittany. your head was pounding like crazy, and not to mention the crowd of people you had to walk through to even get a glimpse at the girl you where here for. you put your head down on the table and tried to block out the loud sound from the speakers with your hands. you stayed like this until you felt a warm hand rubbing up and down your back “i can always sense when you’re in pain” you hear a familiar voice and shot up, causing you to groan in pain. quinn looked down at you before taking your hand and pulling you out of the gymnasium. she stopped after you were pulled into a far hallway, attempting to block any sound that could've came from the gym.

you looked at her and sighed. the blonde girl in front of you put a hand on your cheek, not letting go of your hand with her other. “why’d you go for prom court with her?” she questioned. you sighed “she said that if we went for prom court it would make you and brittany jealous” quinn raised an eyebrow “why did you want to make me jealous” you could see her lips start curling back into a smile before she stopped herself. you ignored this before taking a deep breath “i like you a lot quinn, like a lot a lot, more than friends” her smile took over her face before she moved her hand on your cheek and grabbed the back of your neck. she pulled you closer before pressing her lips onto yours. you were stunned for a moment before kissing her back.

you two stayed in this position before pulling away once air was a necessity. quinn smiled at you once you opened your eyes. “i guess our little plan worked huh y/n” santana appeared from the the corner of your eye. brittany stood behind her “dang it! now i owe lord tubbington 20 dollars!” quinn laughed at the girl before pulling you by her hand, which she must’ve been holding for at least 5 minutes now. “call us if one of us wins but im gonna take y/n home” the blonde said beginning to walk with you out of the building.

“oh i guess my plan worked a little too well huh?”

[karizard-ao3]

PROM AU SLAPS

How do you even come up with all this? 😭 Seriously it's so good! *Slamming my first on the table!*

Can I suggest that: all boys try their luck asking her to prom, but she rejects them. She wants to be prom queen and, despite being realistic enough to know Shinji's not the perfect candidate for king, she at least wants him to ask her? Tries to charm him (That pool scene comes to mind). Shinji seems very ambivalent because he wants to go but is afraid of connecting with people that way, you know? (The cinema scene comes to mind). Shinji thinks she's not really interested in him, she thinks he's not interested in her, teenage misunderstandings.

Oh! Should we have a touching moment old Misato teaching Shinji how to dance, or could this be some much needed opening with Asuka?

Oh, so maybe she can be complaining about how there's no one good enough to go with, and she's going to need to craft the perfect prom date, and that's when Hikari is like, "Hee hee hee what about Shinji? He's such a loser, I bet you can't." That doesn't actually seem like Hikari, so I think we'd want to soften that up, but it would be along those lines.

So perhaps are we thinking that instead of out and out inviting Shinji to prom, Asuka simply tells him she's going to get him looking good enough to get a date for prom, then realizes she wants him to take her, and goes about trying to win him over? He wants to ask her but is too shy? WHAT IF THEY ALMOST GO WITH OTHER PEOPLE?

Perhaps! Misato teaches them both to dance like you suggested! And then! She steps out for a minute and that is when Shinji asks Asuka to prom? Like, she's kind of let her guard down for a moment and that's when Shinji suddenly feels brave enough to swoop in!!!!

BEGIN SCENE!

"For someone who loves music, you have no rhythm!" Asuka snapped, grinding her teeth together as Shinji stepped on her foot yet again.

"Sorry!" he winced.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. He was always sorry, but he never changed. Asuka couldn't take it anymore. "Stop apologizing and stop stepping on my feet!" she ordered.

"Okay, sorry," said Shinji.

Asuka stared stonily over his shoulder. "You're so hopeless," she said. "I don't know why I agreed to make you over so you could get a prom date."

Shinji stopped dancing. "I didn't ask and you didn't really give me a choice!" he said. "You walked up, called me a charity case, and said you were going to cure me of my loseritis by getting me a date to prom."

Asuka's nostrils flared. "Well, you could have said no!"

Shinji shook his head, beginning to spin her around to the music again. Asuka bristled. Why was he so passive? Why wouldn't he look at her? She had taken extra care with her makeup this afternoon, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him when he came over for the dance lesson Misato had offered to give them, but all he had said was, "You look nice, Asuka!" in that mild, pleasant way he had. He didn't care. Not like she did.

He was looking down at their feet, frowning to himself and counting the beats under his breath. Misato had stepped out to take a phone call, and they were all alone. Just the two of them. A boy and girl, standing mere inches apart. He had one hand on her waist and the other folded around hers, dwarfing it. He had surprisingly big hands, callused on the left fingertips from his cello strings. She had become painfully aware of him in the past weeks, an ache made all the more excruciating by how oblivious he was to her.

Ask me to prom, she pleaded silently, closing her eyes as if sightlessness would amplify her wish. Please don't go with someone else.

When she opened her eyes, Shinji was watching her.

"Are you okay, Asuka?" he asked. "Does your head hurt?"

"Why would my head hurt?" she scoffed.

"I don't know," said Shinji, his gaze skittering away from her. "You looked... I don't know."

The brief conversation died and Asuka wanted to die, too. Why couldn't she be more like Hikari? Would he like her better if she were sweet and uncomplicated?

"Hey, Asuka?" said Shinji.

"Yeah?"

"So... Who am I supposed to go to prom with?" he asked, looking at her like a puppy with his head ducked down. "You're doing all this stuff to my hair and my clothes, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do about it."

This was probably her best chance. She could tell him to ask her and he would do it. He always did what he was told.

"Just ask who you want, idiot," she sighed. But want me.

Shinji was quiet for a moment. "Can I go with you?" he asked.

Asuka snorted. "Doesn't that seem like taking the easy way out? Asking me instead of a girl you're interested in?"

Shinji reddened, his hand tightening around hers. "This isn't easy," he said. "And I am asking a girl I'm interested in."

Asuka froze.

"If you don't want to go with me, just say so," said Shinji, glaring down at the ground, adding in a softer voice, "I shouldn't have asked." He let go of her, stepping back. "Sorry."

Asuka grabbed his wrist. "Stop apologizing," she ordered.

Shinji shrugged. "Sor-"

"I'll go with you," said Asuka, breathlessly, before he could change his mind. "I'll be your date."

END SCENE

And then of course their poor communication, opposite personalities, and self-doubt will continue to wreak havoc on their prom journey, but for now things are good.

It was really different writing their characters when I'm so used to doing Eremika and other AOT characters, so this was a fun little exercise. Didn't proofread. Spent way too much time on it. I think it turned out okay, though.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Cost of The Crown P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts (Teenage/ Highschool Benny)

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Spooky and cute

Part One

I sat at the table with my plate in front of me, the small amount of food didn't even feel the plate so I made sure to savour every inch of what was on the plate. The silence on the table made me feel I could not chew, could not scrape my plate clean, could not even breathe. The perfect place, faultless silver where, flawless placemat, exquisite table setting, idyllic dining room. I briefly gained enough confidence to look up across the long rectangular table at its other end and sat my father in his suit from the day eating his dinner with his whiskey glass to his left and my mother sat to his right. He looked up from his plate and made eye contact with me for a brief second but I quickly forced my eyes away and began to run my fingers through my hair.

"Out with it princess." He demanded his tone low as he returned his view to his plate, 

"I... I got all A's today Daddy," I spoke up my eyes firmly on my plate,

"Is that... suppose to impress me?" He said pausing as he chewed, and my eye began to twitch.

"Good grades are for girls who get no good glances," My mother spoke up, 

"And..." I began, "I've been hands-on with the prom committee." 

"Now that is good news." He said, "You had me worried... when you were not voted head. But I suppose we have little to worry over." 

I nodded and did my best not to panic as I moved my hands away from my hair even if my bleached hair had snapped off a hundred times in my hand. 

"You need to do your hair," he demanded,

"I- I only bleached my hair last week Daddy..." 

"You. Have. Roots." He glared me down across the table,

"Roots on the head are the Roots to be Socialy dead." Mother said, 

"Fetch me another plate, my queen." He smiled at her handing her his place,

She smiled and took his plate, "Of course my king," she cooed as she rushed off to fill his plate again.

His eyes met mine again, "Princess... these last few weeks are so very critical for you. But I promise your mother and I have every confidence in you." 

"... Are you proud of me?" I forced out as I looked up at him,

"We will be." He said as she returned handing him his plate. 

I stood holding my books in my little pink skirt staring at the poster board, stood in front of my locker as I looked at the sweet blue paper with those four letters. The painted bubbles, seaweed and fishes danced around the word. The three weeks that I counted the very seconds too. 

"You forgot something Cinderella," A voice spoke up, but I knew the voice and I didn't want to speak to him but I couldn't hold back a glare to my left as I saw on the wall the black trench coat and hat of Benny watts, his lips curled into a smile with that stupid excuse for facial hair across his upper lip.

"Oh? my glass slipper?" I snapped but quickly adjusted myself hoping not to let such an outburst slip out again.

"No, your homework," he smirked as he pulled out the white paper from his inner jacket pocket letting it unfold as he held it revealing my now graded Quantum mechanics homework with the bright red A+ across it, I had left it in the classroom on purpose but he was not letting me off so easily. 

"Thank you Mr watts." I forced as I tried to take it but he lifted it seconds before I could take it, 

"You are a little shit."

"Excuse me?" I glared, 

"Look at this top marks in the damn class and he grades like a cock tease." he said before he slipped it with my books between the book and my chest, "You're a fucking Genius, and it's infuriating."

"Pray tell, why is it Infuriating?"

"Becuase you're Gorgeous. Girls shouldn't be Gorgeous and Geniuses." He smirked, "How the hell am I meant to resist you?" 

"I'm not a Genius,"

"You are the only person who even gets Quantum mechanics, your a fucking Genius Y/n."

"If you say so..."

"I do say so. After all, I am a chess prodigy I would know a fellow genius when I see one." 

"Former Prodigy, you have to be a child to be a prodigy."

"See. Genius. Or smart ass. I can't decide Cindi."

"Cindi?"

"Cinderella." He smirked, 

I didn't bother responding just turning my attention back to the poster, 

"Hey... uhhh... Chess club is on tonight? Room 602? We are desperate for players who know what they're doing."

"I can't play chess."

"Really? you understand Quantum mechanics but you can't play chess?" he laughed, "I'll teach you then, a smart girl like you will pick it up no problem."

"No. Thank you Benny... but I need to be home on time."

"Fine." He rolled his eyes as he came and leaned on the locker next to mine with his hands in his pockets, "Who is he then?"

"What?" I asked turning to see him,

"You're prom date? I take it that's who you're fantasizing about as you stare... longingly into the poster." he smirked, "Unless of course... you're standing staring longingly into the prom poster hoping some very handsome gentleman will stumble along and ask you?" He smiled 

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, 

"Because if it is the latter then, What colour and I wearing and what time do I need to pick you up Cindi?" 

"I have a date." I snapped,

"Yeah me, I thought we just arranged that?"

"No. I am going with Richard Franklin, Obviously."

"Ahh yes the big strong quarterback." he glared, "He asked you with roses and diamonds then?"

"...He hasn't asked me yet."

"So you're not going with him."

"Of course I am."

"...but he hasn't asked you."

"No. he's been busy." I shifted a little, "But our date is set in stone he just hasn't done it all yet."

"Mhm," He smirked, 

"What?"

"Nothing... Nothing..." he chuckled, "But as it stands you have no date?"

"... not fully arranged no." 

"Then how about, If... Richard never gets around to asking, Then you and me?"

I rolled my eyes again and adjusted my books as I turned to him and gave him my prettiest smile, "Benjamin Watts. I would not go to prom with you until you where the last man on earth." I huffed before I marched off home.  

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 21

word count - 2.6k warnings - Cursing, descriptions of injuries, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of torture. Summary: Lina and the team start looking for some answers…

"Hello, you've reached the line of the Divine Miss Penelope. How may I grace you with knowledge?" Penny says into her headset.

"Babygirl, I've got a bit of info for you for a change," Derek says buoyantly.

"Well, in that case, lay it on me, Hot Chocolate," Penny says with a grin.

"Turns out Ms. Wilcox is only visiting D.C., she's in town for her high school's 10-year reunion. She says she went to St. Matthew's High School, with the get-togethers being held at the Ritz Carlton. It seems she was attacked after the first night, with there being 3 nights all of their class gets together." Derek says.

"Hey, Lina, did you hear-" Penny starts.

"Way ahead of you, Pen," I say, having already pulled up the high school yearbook of the Class of '96 from St. Matthew's.

I let out a whistle and said, "Good God, I think this class alone kept Aqua Net in the black..."

Penny giggles and looks over the pictures. She lets out a breath and says, "Oh, this is a school for rich kids, isn't it..."

Seeing the yearbook pictures of Ashley Naldi and Jennifer Wilcox, I hum in agreement and say, "Yup, it's looking that way..."

Ashley Naldi is a pretty, perky blonde, with a million-dollar smile and accessories to match. Jennifer Wilcox is a cute and fashionable girl with jet-black hair and a naive and charming look about her. I then asked Derek, "Did she say anything about the group she used to hang out with in high school? Or anyone who didn't fit in?"

"Nothing on anyone who didn't fit in, but she did express concern for Ms. Naldi, as well as Sabrina Sadler and Lucas Davies, so we might want to check on them," he said.

"On it. See you when you two come back," Penny says, fingers flying over her keyboard as she searches for the two people whose names we've been given.

As Penny searches for the current whereabouts of the two people that Ms. Naldi is concerned about, I search for their high school photos, and I see that they are also rich-looking, popular kids if the amount of photos of them means anything. 

Sabrina Sadler is a redhead with a mischievous glint in her eye, a grin like a Cheshire Cat, and expensive shoes on her feet. Lucas Davies looks like the All-American boy next door; blond, broad-shouldered, and bearing a football in his hand.

I look through the yearbook, trying to piece together a reason for why the two women have been attacked, and for Ms. Wilcox's concern for the other two people. I come across quite a few pictures of them, and in every one, they are accompanied by a Roxanne Waters. She's a confident and glamorous brunette, with a cold, cunning look in her eyes. 

"Oh, hey, I found them both. It seems Ms. Sadler is staying at The Georgetown House, and Mr. Davies is checked in at Sonder Georgetown C&O," she says, sending the information to the agents' phones.

"Hey, Pen, you might want to take a look at these, I think there's a lot more to this than we first thought..." I say, and Penny rolls over to my screen.

"I think you're right. Seems like they were the 'it' clique..." she says, peering at the pictures on my screen, then scooting back to her computer. After a few minutes of tapping and clicking, she hums and says to me, "Lina, check this out..."

I head over and see that Roxanne Waters and Lucas Davies were not only Prom King and Queen but were voted Cutest Couple.

"Huh. Think something happened that made them kick Roxanne out of their group after this yearbook was made?" I ask Penny, heading back to my chair.

"That's my guess..." she says, taking her glasses off to clean them, then puts them back on to examine the yearbook more.

There's a knock on the door, and Hotch walks in. I look up and timidly ask, "Um, sir? I think we found a bit more information on this case."

"What do you two have for me?" he asks, waiting for me to continue.

"Um, well, there seem to be a lot of pictures of the victims with the two people Ms. Wilcox showed concern for. There's also one other person that's in every group picture that they're in. It's looking like Roxanne Waters used to be a part of this group as well, even having dated Lucas Davies. I don't know how substantial this is to pursue, but it just seemed...a little strange to me how there was concern for the three others in the group, but no mention of Ms. Waters." I say.

Hotch stands there for a few moments, seemingly thinking it over, then says, "That might be worth looking into. Aschebrooke, how would you feel heading to the hospital with Elle and Gideon for more questions?"

I take a breath then squeak out, "M-me?! Sir, are you sure?"

Penny turns and says, "I mean, you did figure out their friend group pretty quickly. Maybe there are some questions you can think of that could uncover some valuable information."

Hotch looks over at Penny, then back at me, and says, "Very good point, Garcia. Yes, Aschebrooke, I think it would be beneficial. It seems Ms. Naldi is awake and willing to talk to us."

"I-I-o-ok, s-sir. I'll, um, I'll get ready to head out with Agents Gideon and Greenaway, then..." I stammer nervously, pulling my notepad and pen out of my purse, then slinging the bag over my shoulder.

Hotch turns to Penny and says, "Garcia, I'm sure you'll be fine solo for a while?"

She nods and says, "Yes, sir. Lina, good luck, and see you when you get back." I give her an apprehensive smile and follow Hotch out as he leaves to go to the bullpen.

I scurry behind him and stand back as he says, "Gideon, Elle, Aschebrooke here is going to accompany you two while questioning Ms. Naldi. I think a...fresh perspective...could help get a few more answers."

Gideon gives Hotch a look, who nods back at him, then looks at me and says, "Well then, let's be on our way. I'll drive." As we head to the SUV, Elle asks me, "So, Lina, what's your line of thinking?"

Climbing in, I say, "Oh, um, throughout the yearbook, there was an array of pictures that show that there had been a seemingly tight-knit group of students: the 2 victims, Ashley Naldi and Jennifer Wilcox; the two people that Ms. Wilcox expressed concern for, Sabrina Sadler and Lucas Davies; and one other person, Roxanne Waters. The four women were all on the cheerleading squad together and were constantly photographed together. It also seems Ms. Waters and Mr. Davies were an item during their high school years. So it just strikes me as odd that there's been no mention of Ms. Waters."

"So, what kind of questions do you think will help us?" Gideon says while driving.

"Well, I mean, for one, start with asking about the friends and groups the victims hung out with in high school, and if no one mentions Ms. Waters, ask about her. Maybe also ask about the song lyrics, see if that holds any significance." I say, fidgeting nervously with my purse strap.

"Sounds like a good start," Elle says, looking over at Gideon, who nods and parks in the hospital parking lot.

After we get out of the car and head into the hospital, Elle asks the receptionist for Ms. Naldi's room number, flashing their badges when necessary. After getting directions, we head to the floor she's on, and as we get to her room, Gideon motions for me to enter first. I head inside, Elle directly behind me.

She then says softly, "Ms. Naldi, we're with the FBI, we're looking into what happened to you. If we could ask you a few questions..."

"I...yeah, sure, but I don't know how much help I'll be," Ashley says from her bed.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Naldi? Do you need anything before we begin?" Gideon asks, walking closer to her bed.

"I-no, no, they've been making sure I'm comfortable here. What did you want to know?" she says, leaning back into her pillow.

"Can you tell us what happened the night you were attacked?" Elle says, and I get my notepad ready.

"It was the first night of our 10-year reunion. I was heading back to my hotel after seeing a lot of my old friends, and I'd had a little to drink. I wasn't drunk though, maybe tipsy. Anyway, I was just about to head into the hotel when I heard this sound, it sounded like someone crying. I went to see if they were ok when I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I blacked out." Ashley says.

She takes a deep breath and continues. "When I woke up, I was in the alley, but no one else was there. There was a music box that said 'Open me' on it. As soon as I did, there was a bright flash, and I tried to put my hands up to shield my face. I guess I didn't do it fast enough, because I still wound up not being able to see anything."

"I could feel my hands burning, they felt like they were on fire, so I was trying to put them out. While I was doing that, I could feel myself being choked, and I tried to cry out, but I couldn't make a sound. I thought I was going to die in that alley, but whoever choked me only made me unconscious again. The next thing I know, I'm being brought here." she says hoarsely.

Elle looks over at me as I try to quickly write everything she's said down, then back to Ms. Naldi and gently says, "I'm so sorry this happened to you. Is there anyone you could think of that would want to do this to you?"

Ashley shakes her head, letting a small sob out. "I work at a fashion magazine, I didn't think that would earn me any enemies," she says, folding her hands in her lap.

"Who all were you with when you were at your reunion?" Gideon asks softly.

Ashley smiles for a fraction of a second, then says, "I mainly stuck by my high school best friends. We still kept in touch, though maybe not as much as I'd hoped. Their names are Jennifer Wilcox, Sabrina Sadler, and Lucas Davies."

Elle looks over at me, then at Gideon, then over to Ms. Naldi and says, "Ms. Naldi, Jennifer Wilcox was also attacked last night."

"What?!" Ashley cries. "Who...who would want to hurt her?! She was the sweetest person I knew in that school..."

"That's...part of why we wanted to ask you questions, Ms. Naldi. We've had to do some searching into your and Ms. Wilcox's backgrounds, and we're hoping you can provide us with a few more answers that could help us find the attacker." Gideon says, motioning for me to go ahead.

I clear my throat and tentatively say, "Um, Ms.-Ms. Naldi. I'm working with Agents Greenaway and Gideon here, and I came across a few things that I'm hoping you could shed some light on..."

Ashley turns to me and says, "Yes, Agent..."

I quickly say, "Oh, uh, I'm no-not an agent, but I am working to solve this. My name is Lina Aschebrooke."

"Um, ok, Ms. Aschebrooke. I'll...I'll try to help. What are your questions?" Ashley says, a bit uncertainly.

I take a quick breath and ask, "Did or do you know a Roxanne Waters?"

Her face instantly changes into one as if she's smelled something awful, then says, "Oh, Roxy. Yeah, she used to be one of my best friends in school. By high school, her already...distasteful temperament steadily got even worse, but about a month before graduation, our group stopped having anything to do with her."

"Did you see her at your reunion?" I asked, quickly jotting down her answers.

She sighed, then said, "Yeah, but I didn't say anything to her. Honestly, it looked like she was bitching someone out on her phone, so no one was going near her. She always had such a horrible temper, it seems that didn't change..."

"O-OK, um, do you think she'd be behind your attack?" I ask her.

She gives a short, mirthless laugh and says, "No. She wouldn't want to get her hands dirty, not like that. No, her weapons were her words. I can't tell you how many rumors she started in that school..."

"Do you think she might hire someone to attack you?" I ask her.

Ashley scoffs and says, "Y'know, I wouldn't put it past her? Not sure if she'd hold a grudge for this long, though."

I hum then say, "OK, um, one more question...the...your...where you were found...had...um, items nearby that, uh, are lyrics to a song. I was wondering if you've ever heard of 'My Lover's Box' by Garbage?"

She shakes her head, and I continue. "Um, i-if it's ok, I could play the song for you, see if you know it?"

"I-I guess..." Ashley says hesitantly.

I play the song for her, and her face just twists in confusion. "I've never heard that song before in my life."

I sigh and say, "Thank you very much for your time, Ms. Naldi. I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you. I hope I've hel-" she starts, but is interrupted by a gasp from the door.

"Oh my God, Ash! What the fuck?!" a voice from behind us says. Turning, we see a redheaded woman and a blond man rushing into the room.

"Bria? Is Lucas with you?" Ashley says, reaching her hands out.

The two people race to her side, quickly embracing her in a huge hug. Gideon, Elle, and I slip out of the room and stand in the hallway, quietly going over what we've learned.

"So, what are we thinking here? Maybe Ms. Waters is holding a grudge, and figures the best time to exact her revenge on her old friends is after they've come back for the reunion?" Gideon says, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"Nah, you heard her, she wouldn't want to get her hands dirty. If anything, I could see her hiring someone to torture them." Elle says quietly.

"Um, excuse me, Agents?" a voice from behind us says. We turn and see the blond man from before walking over to us.

"Yes, Mr..." Gideon starts.

"Davies. Lucas Davies. Are you the ones working on figuring out who did this to Ashley and Jennifer?" he says.

"Yes, Mr. Davies, we are," Elle says, inclining her head.

"Uh, after Sabrina and I visit with Ashley, would it be possible to talk to you all? We'd like this...horrible person...caught, and if there's any way we could help, we'd like to," he says, looking back in the direction of Ms. Naldi's room.

"Of course, we'll be nearby whenever you're ready, Mr. Davies," Gideon says.

With a small, tight smile, Lucas heads back into the room. "Well," Gideon says, walking to some nearby chairs and motioning for us to sit down. "Looks like we'll be here for a little while yet."

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[ellezem]

Hey so I just had the best interaction of my entire life in ROBLOX. For gods sake’s Roblox. I guess this is proof it isn’t pure brain rot.

Anyways so what happened was, I was in a random roleplay game and it was a high school so obviously there’s prom. And I was just making friends less role playing. And I was talking to this girl saying “haha you have a date for the prom?” And she was like “haha no I don’t think anyone is gonna ask me” and I was like “I would ask you but I kinda assume everyone is straight until proven otherwise for my own safety. ” and we just were laughing and then we changed our avatars and and we were hyping each other up saying our fits were slaying and whatever and then we started Roblox emoting💕 lmao and THEN, this girl came up to me and was like “hey” and I said “what’s up” and she said “###############” and I said “ill wait lol :) its hashtags” AND THEN SHE SAID “do you want to go to the prom with me” MIND YOU IT WAS VISIBLE THAT MY PRONOUNS WERE SHE/HER FOR THE RP AND THIS GIRL IDK JUST ASKED ME AND I WENT “WHAT ME? YOU WANT TO DANCE WITH ME? HUH? YES OMG” and then we were dancing and after the prom king and queen were announced I went “you would’ve made a good prom king or queen” AND SHE WENT (this was the FIRST time we’ve ever talked btw) “I voted you for prom queen” AND I AKSJSJSNSNNSJWJSJSN MY DAY HAS BEEN MADE THIS WAS SO ADORABLE-

[romantickiller111]

Romantic Killer – Prom King & Queen

By Sarah Stephenson

CHAPTER 7 PROM QUEEN

I could have danced all night long but I wanted to take a breath and get something to drink.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Junta asked.

“No” I replied, “I’ll be fine.”

I slowly made my way to the refreshment table. As I reached out for the punch spoon someone appeared behind me.

“Don’t turn around” he whispered in my ear.

There was no mistaking that voice anywhere. It was Fuuto. “You have no idea how beautiful you look tonight. A rose ready to be plucked. A real treasure for any man to enjoy.” His hands rested on my arms.

“Let me go” I said struggling to break free. He soon removed his hands.

“Shame,” he said. “If you were like other girls, you wouldn’t ask me to let you go. No matter, soon enough you will be in my arms again. By hook or by crook.”

Not going to happen I thought.

Fuuto pulled back and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Quickly I headed back to the dance floor where my group was waiting. I was about to tell them what had just happened when a trumpet sounded on the speakers. The principal appeared on the stage.

“It’s time to announce the King & Queen of the Prom” the principal announced, “So all nominees please come to the stage.”

Oh great I thought glumly. After all the excitement with Fuuto, I forgot I was nominee for Prom Queen.

“Come on Anzu” Saka said grabbing my arm.

I shouldn’t worry, Saka just might win and I couldn’t be any happier for her if she won. Everyone lined up. Boys on the right of the stage and girls on the left.

“Now our special guest, and pop idol, Mr Fuuto will announce the winners” the principal said.

Oh no I thought. This was bad. Fuuto then appeared on the stage wearing a sexy grin on his face. The girls in the crowd screamed while their dates groaned from jealousy.

Fuuto locked eyes with me and gave me a secret wink. What was he up to I wondered. The principal handed him two golden envelopes.

Opening the first envelope, Fuuto announced, “The winner for Prom King is… Tsukasa Kazuki”.

The crowd began to cheer and clap loudly. Girls continued to scream with excitement.

Tsukara shielded his face from the crowd’s view. Poor Tsukasa! All his life he has tried to avoid being in the spotlight but tonight there was no escape.

The principal approached Tsukasa to place the crown on his head. Tsukasa shook his head making it difficult for the principal to place the crown on it. Junta placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly, while Hijiri shook Tsukasa’s hand. The crowd’s clapping soon died down.

“Now the winner for Prom Queen…” Fuuto said looking in my direction and not at the second envelope, “Anzu Hoshino.”

The crowd started to clap and cheer for me but other screams echoed on the stage. Not from the crowd but from Rena herself in fury. She ran off the stage in a furious rage.

Then the principal approached me and placed the small tiara on my head and handed me a beautiful bouquet of roses. There, attached to the roses, was a card. I opened it and it read:

Congratulations Anzu,

I knew you would win.

Love,

Rio/Riri

I looked around for Riri in the crowd and saw her standing there in her boy form Rio. He blew me a kiss. My cheeks began to turn red from his gesture and it made me smile.

“Now to announce your special surprise for the evening” Principal said, “For winning Prom Queen, the winner will get to dance first dance with the Mr Fuuto.”

Tsukasa, Junta and Hijiri were both horrified and angry. They weren’t the only ones. Instead of clapping and cheering, the crowd was silent.

“Traditionally we have the Prom Queen and King dance the first dance” the Principal explained, “but the school community decided to change that rule for tonight.”

They couldn’t do this? I shouldn’t do this! I was still an inner warrior and refused this unexpected honour. Fuuto then stepped toward me.

I wanted to run but my feet couldn’t move. His eyes were nailing me to the spot.

Just then Tsukasa appeared and shoved Fuuto aside and quickly grabbed my hand. Fuuto was held back thanks to Junta. The principal then told the DJ to up the music.

Tsukasa and I went back to the dance floor. He then took me in his arms and we slowly rocked back and forth to the slow music. I felt happy in Tsukasa arms.

I looked back at the stage and saw that Junta and Fuuto still struggling against one another.

I turned back to Tsukasa with a grateful smile on my face.

“Thank you” I said.

“For what” Tsukasa asked.

“For rescuing me back there” I answered.

“It was long overdue” Tsukara said, “For all the times you saved me and I wanted to return the favour.” Behind him I could see Rio making duck faces at me. I just rolled my eyes and laughed.

“Anzu” Tsukasa said, “I have something to tell you.”

Oh my, I thought. Could this be it? Was Tsukasa going to finally say ‘I Love You’ to me?

If he does, what would I say?

Suddenly we heard a loud explosion and confetti burst forth from the confetti cannons. The music became louder and everyone started to dance around us.

Suddenly someone grabbed my arm and started pulling me though the crowd. I tried to yell for help but no one in the crowd could hear me. Was it Rena taking her revenge for not getting to be prom queen? The aggressor continued to pull me toward the back stage area. My tiara had slipped off my head and onto the floor.

What’s going on? This better not be one of Riri’s or Reo’s tricks because, if it is, I’m not backing down.

My aggressor pushed me against the wall, his hands gripping my wrists. Then I saw who it was.

It was Fuuto. “My dance is long overdue, pretty little minx” he said in an evil voice.

[shaunamilfman]

i had the weirdest dream bro...i didnt know the yellowjackets but i knew Of them. but i caught shauna kissing jeff and she saw me but i left before she could confront me about it. im forgetting little pieces but it ended up with me and her dating LMAO

-🧸

welcome to another episode of "wish I had cool dreams like yall" with your host, shaunamilfman!

okay no but I'm thinking about it. love me some oblivious y/n hold up

normally you'd be overjoyed to see something that juicy at a party, but no one in their right mind wanted to have something offer Shauna Shipman.

they still tell the story of what she did to that girl freshman year. legend has it that she's still in the hospital recovering from her injuries. obviously you knew that wasn't exactly true, but you still weren't keen to test your chances either way.

when you saw the prom king kissing someone who wasn't the prom queen you couldn't help but laugh. however, you desperately wished to didn't when Shauna Shipman flys around to face you.

she's giving you an intense look in the 5 seconds it takes you to get your ass the hell out of there, running all the way back to your car and peeling out of there.

you'd had a tense weekend after that. you'd even drawn your will up and color coded it with different color pens (that was mostly to distract from your homework); Still, it had felt necessary nonetheless.

you pull into the parking lot with a somber expression on your face, as if you were walking to the gallows. you barely put the car into park before she's sliding in your passenger seat.

"about this weekend," She starts, fiddling with a strap on her bag as she speaks. "I didn't see anything!" You interrupt. She gives you a slightly confused look. "We don't need to talk about that party. I. didn't. see. anything." You say, smiling nervously.

"oh. okay?" she says. "You're not going to tell Jackie?"

"Tell Jackie what? i didn't see anything." You promise. she nods slowly and awkwardly slides her way back out of your car. you rest your head against the wheel as you calm yourself down. that wasn't nearly as bad as you were anticipating.

you'd noticed she'd started watching you a lot after that. you'd be walking down the hallway and catch her eyes following after you. you couldn't help but think it was the strangest form of intimidation you'd ever seen.

she'd even sat down at you table in the library a few times. she never said anything, she'd just watch you as you did your homework.

she started talking to you at your locker, which you found surprisingly nice. she'd asked you early on once if you wanted to hang out at her house after school once, but the last thing you wanted to do was go with her to a secondary location.

the second time she asked you had begrudgingly accepted, willing to risk certain death over seeing her big sad brown eyes directed at you again.

as she nervously slide her hand on top of yours you knew that you'd made the right decision.

shauna: "can't believe I've never noticed y/n before... 😍 "

y/n: "oh my god she's gonna kill me with her lasers eyes 😔😔"

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Surrender Part 4

Here we are guys, the end of the sequel of the summer Valentine fic. Thank you all who liked, commented, and reblogged this lovely story. I love seeing my regulars interact with their comments and tags. It's makes me so happy.

And if regularly do and haven't lately: I get it, it's not always easy to comment (whether as a comment or in the tags) on every part, just know I missed seeing them.

Sadly no prom-posal because they can't really go together-together, but Eddie did go over and ask in person. He's not a complete idiot.

This is my longest "chapter" I've written clocking out at 3700+ words because I refused to split it up further dammit!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Damn it scheduled for 10pm not am but here we are just a few minutes late.

~

Eddie sat at the back of the class as he always did, trying to come up with ideas of what to do for prom. Because of course Steve said yes.

Steve’s eyes lit up and he swung Eddie around chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” until the pair of them fell to the floor giggling like children.

They kissed and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

Steve already had a suit, he really hadn’t grown that much since the funeral and just needed a nice cummerbund to make it school dance worthy. So he didn’t go with the Hellfire boys to get their tuxes.

Jeff had gone for a blue suit jacket with black pants and bow tie with a white button up. Gareth went for a double breasted black jacket and bow tie with matching pants. Brian had picked up a white jacket and bolo tie with black pants.

Eddie though?

Eddie had gone for a thin black neck tie and tight dress pants and then was going to wear his leather jacket over the top.

Steve was positively salivating at the thought.

They were sitting at the table discussing prom ideas when Nancy came up to Steve.

“Hey, do you have a date to prom?”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance before Steve just shrugged.

“These guys didn’t get dates either,” he explained, “and offered to let me go with them as a group. Why? You asking?”

Nancy’s face twisted in disdain. “No, of course not. I’m not going to that meaningless high school mating ritual.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Jonathan didn’t want to go, huh?”

“He won’t let me pay.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot.

Steve rolled his eyes and shared a glance with Eddie who shared his exasperation.

“What do you want, Nance?”

She pursed her lips and looked down at the floor. “I thought that if you had a date, then we could double and Jonathan wouldn’t feel pressured to spend a lot of money.”

Jeff and Brian looked at each other and then burst out laughing with Eddie joining in.

“Tell me you’ve never been poor without telling me you’ve never been poor,” Brian huffed out between gales of laughter. “Jesus H. Christ, he’s gonna feel even more pressure to spend a lot because he’s gonna see Stevie here go all out for his date and he’s going to get flustered and upset he can’t do the same for you then there’ll be huge fight, leaving you stranded at the prom waiting for Mommy Dearest to pick you.” He wiped away a tear of laughter.

Steve nodded and then half shrugged. “I’m with him on that one. It’s a guy thing. You’re out to wound his pride and you’re only going to catch hell for it.”

“Here’s a thought, Nancy Drew,” Eddie said with a menacing grin, “why not skip it and do it next year. At your actual senior prom since he’s so worried about it. Give him time to save up for it so he can do something nice for you and stop pushing people around.”

Nancy’s jaw dropped and she turned to Steve. “Are you just going to sit here and let him talk to me that way?”

Steve swirled in his chair to look up at her. “We aren’t dating, and he’s not wrong. Plus, I’ve been asked to prom by a couple of very forward girls and had hints broadly dropped that I should ask them to prom. Tammy Thompson was the worst of the lot. Talking about how a king should be with a proper queen or some shit like that. And I’ve turned them down because all of them want the Harrington charm and money and not me, also they’ll want sex or worse, to go steady and I just can’t handle that right now.”

He looked pointedly at her.

She frowned for a moment and then her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’.

“Yeah,” he said, turning in his seat to out his back between them. “So you’ll pardon me if I don’t want to do you any favors.”

She slunk off back to the table with the rest of her friends and Jonathan.

Gareth shook his head. “The absolute nerve. Jesus Fucking Christ.”

Steve could only agree.

~

“Come on, man,” Gareth huffed, crossing his arms. “If we all pool our money we could rent a limo and show up in style.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed.

They were all sitting around Gareth’s garage making the final plans for prom.

“Dude, you could,” Steve agreed. “But those things take up at least three parking spots and you will have the rest of the student body hate your guts for all of time for it being in the way of everyone else.”

Gareth slunk further into the couch with a sneer. “It can’t be as bad as he’s making it out, he just doesn’t want us to have any fun.”

“That’s because you were a freshman when Tommy H. and Carol Perkins did it for junior prom last year,” Steve said, shaking his head. “They got so much shit for it, and it took Tommy bullying certain people to get it to stop.” He raised his hands. “Something I didn’t condone by the way.”

Jeff winced and shook his head. “Hard pass on being hated more than we already are.”

“I’m with Jeffy on this one Gare-bear,” Eddie said with a grimace. “Let’s take Mr. Romance’s advice on this one, yeah?”

“Fine!” Gareth growled. “But I refuse to get in the fuck ugly Bimmer of Steve’s and I’m not to be seen in these nice suits in Eddie’s van.”

“I never said we couldn’t rent a car,” Steve said reasonably, “just that we shouldn’t rent a limo.”

Suddenly the four other boys were leaning forward in their seats, looking at him in rapt interest.

“What did you have in mind, Stevie?” Eddie asked, slowly licking his upper lip.

“Who hasn’t had the dream of showing up to school in a shiny convertible?” Steve asked with a smirk. “It’ll be nicer than a limo, and most likely cheaper, too. And of course I bet we could get Eddie’s Uncle Wayne to rent it for us, with the little bribe that he gets to drive it around first.”

Eddie threw back his head and cackled. “That would work! He would love the little bribe, too.”

The other three boys looked at each other before Jeff said, “All in favor of getting nice convertible for prom?”

All the hands went up and Steve sat back, looking like that cat that got the cream.

~

Steve stayed over at Eddie’s the night before the dance. The plan was that after lunch, Steve would go home and get ready for the dance and then Eddie would pick everyone up for dinner then they would go to the dance.

Eddie had other plans, of course, but Steve didn’t know about those. Yet.

Around ten o’clock in the morning, with the two boys still tangled up in each others limbs there was honking of someone’s horn, followed by Wayne yelling at them to get the hell out of bed.

Steve and Eddie blinked bleary-eyed at each other for a moment before the fog of sleep cleared and they were on their feet in an instant. Steve threw on some sweats as Eddie yanked on a pair of jeans. They were out the door before Wayne could honk again.

He was leaning up a red 1984 Chrysler LeBaron five seater with white upholstery with the top down. His arms were crossed and had the biggest smile on his face.

“So what do you think, boys?” he said cocking his head to the side. “You think it’s fancy enough for that dance of yours?”

Eddie and Steve shared matching grins. They ran down the stairs in their bare feet up to Wayne and the car.

Steve was already running his hands over the body of the car. “Wayne, she gorgeous. She wasn’t too much was she?”

Wayne shook his head. “You boys’ money more than covered it for the night. I’ll return it tomorrow with a full tank of gas, no worries.”

Eddie hugged his uncle tightly. “Tonight is going to be the best night ever!”

Wayne hugged him back as Steve continued to admire the car.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to find one that would fit all of us,” he breathed, “but fucking hell. It’s perfect Mr. Munson!”

“I’m glad you’re happy with it, Steve,” Wayne murmured as Eddie let go of him to follow Steve around the car. “Brian will probably have to sit in the front seat to be comfortable, but other than that, you’ll be golden.”

“Well, old man,” Eddie said after Steve and he looked over every inch of the car, “She’s all yours. Just bring her back by five so I can pick everyone else up.”

Wayne chuckled and opened the driver’s side door. “She really is a beaut, Ed. I can’t wait to let her unwind on the open road.”

Steve smiled and shook his head, knowing that he wanted to do the exact same thing. He followed Eddie into the trailer, a skip in his step.

Eddie made for the kitchen to starting making them breakfast and Steve sat down at the small table they had nearby.

“So we’re going out to eat at Enzo’s,” Steve murmured. “Which I really don’t want to know how Gareth pulled that off, considering everyone goes there for prom and getting reservations are vicious. It’s almost a blood sport.”

Eddie chuckled pulling out the eggs to scramble. “Gareth’s mom is friends with the owner and she always has a standing table there.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he said wiping his brow. “I thought he had murdered a couple of our fellow students for the privilege.”

“I love that it’s Gareth you think would be the murderer,” he called over his shoulder, “instead of anyone else coming with us tonight.”

Steve half shrugged and started counting them off on his fingers. “Brian is a staunch pacifist, Jeff gets sick at the sight of blood and you are so sweet that it’s impossible to believe that would harm anyone unless they started shit first.” He tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. “But Gareth is the quiet one and everyone knows that serial killers are the strong and silent types.”

Eddie poured the beaten egg mixture into the heated frying pan and began to stir it around.

“I guess that makes sense,” he said after a few moments. “I love your absolute faith in me, by the way. If there were any serial killings in this town, the mob would come after me first.”

Steve sighed. “True that. Unfortunately.”

Eddie scooped the cooked eggs onto two plates, bringing them over to the table with a couple of forks.

They settled down to eat. After a few minutes of silence Steve asked. “You thinking of doing anything after the dance? I know we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing after.”

Eddie got that soft secret smile that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take flight. “There might be a couple of things I might have in mind.”

Steve shook his head fondly. “And let me guess, it’s a surprise and I’m not supposed to know?”

“Yup!” Eddie replied with a grin. “No eat up, I have plans for this morning...” he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Steve started immediately shoving egg into his face to Eddie’s cackling glee.

~

To say Steve was nervous would be a fucking understatement. He’d never been picked up for prom before and not knowing when Eddie was going to show up only made his anxiety spike further.

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t know when Eddie was going to leave to start picking everyone up, it was that Steve was third after Brian and Gareth, who were first and second respectively.

In his hand was a corsage for Eddie. It was black rose wrapped in a silver ribbon. And he was doing everything in his power not to crush the clear, plastic box it was in.

There was a knock on the door and Steve’s face fell a little when he saw it was Gareth at the door.

“Wow,” Gareth snarked, “don’t look all excited and shit to see me or whatever.”

“I–I guess I was expecting Eddie...” Steve muttered. He shook his head and tossed the box on the table. “I’m ready to go.”

Gareth frowned a little bit and then his expression cleared when he saw what was in the box. “Oh hell no.” He held up a finger and dashed back to the car. He yanked Eddie out of the driver’s seat and toward Steve’s door.

As they neared Steve heard Gareth grumble, “You are not fucking this up already!”

Eddie opened his mouth to protest when he saw Steve at the door looking dejected. He snapped it shut with an audible click. He saw the box on the table and looked back at Steve.

“You got me flowers?” he breathed. He couldn’t believe it. He had told Steve that he was taking care of everything.

But he forgot one thing and the fact that Wayne hadn’t brought it up, meant that Steve had gotten it for him as a surprise but told Wayne to keep Eddie from buying one for himself.

Steve gulped down the lump in his throat. “It’s just a silly corsage. The other guys aren’t wearing one, so I’ll just tak–” he reached up to remove his own white rose corsage when Eddie put his hands over Steve’s.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I screwed up. I was supposed to be wooing you tonight and I already misstepped. I should have come to the door to pick you up. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled still trying to remove his corsage.

Eddie took his face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Baby, it is. Because it’s important to you. So what we’re going to do is, you’re going to stop trying to remove yours so it doesn’t get ruined,” and immediately Steve’s hands dropped to Eddie’s waist. “Good boy, now the next thing you’re going to do is pin that pretty flower you got for me on my leather jacket and then we’ll go get Jeff, okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then nodded. Then with trembling hands he took the black rose out of the box and pulled out the pin that would be used to attach it to Eddie’s jacket lapel.

Eddie wrapped his hands gently around Steve’s quivering hands again, this time to calm him. “Take your time, Stevie.”

Steve took a deep breath and looked Eddie in the eyes.

“There you are, princess,” Eddie cooed at how much calmer he looked now. “If it helps, I can knock on the door and we can start over.”

Steve shook his head but took a step back. He brought Eddie’s lips to his and kissed him deeply. “This will just be some stupid story we tell our grandkids when we’re old and grey.”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Only a month in and you’re already planning our grandkids! And I thought I moved fast.”

“Nope!” Steve teased, kissing him again. “You move fast, I move faster.”

Eddie giggled as a more confident Steve pinned the corsage to his leather jacket. They walked out and got into the LeBaron. Steve hopped into the back seat with Gareth who grumbled under his breath.

“I told him he should have gone up there and not send someone else, but noooo,” he muttered darkly. “I’m a little squashmore who’s never gone on a date in my life, what would I know?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Rub it in. And where oh font of wisdom did you gain such knowledge, hmm?”

Gareth erupted, throwing his arms in the air. “I watch movies!” he huffed as Eddie pulled out of the driveway. “My mom and brother love romantic comedies. The dude always goes to the door unless he’s meant to be the douchebag loser.”

Steve burst out laughing. “He’s got you there, Eds.”

“Mistake made,” Eddie said dryly, “lesson learned.”

They got to Jeff’s, who’s mother had gotten Brian, Gareth and her son all corsages. They all had a single red rose to match Eddie’s black and Steve’s white roses.

“Ooh,” Eddie murmured. “Uncle Wayne was playing the long game, wasn’t he? He told you not get me and Steve corsages because Steve had them covered, didn’t he?”

Mrs. Laurence shook her head, barely containing her smile. “Steve coordinated it with me and I filled your uncle in.”

Eddie shook his head fondly and took Steve’s hand.

She took pictures of everyone in the tuxes and then sent them off with a wave.

~

Dinner was amazing. Especially with Steve gently guiding them with which forks to use, the meal was delicious and company was even better.

Their waiter even commented that he wished him and his friends had thought about just getting dressed up anyway and going to prom as friends. It would have been better than them sitting at home eating pizza and feeling sorry for themselves.

Steve just smiled up at him as the rest of them filled him on the rest of their plans. Well... all but Eddie anyway.

They got to the dance and while Mrs. Click was absolutely fuming, she couldn’t bar their entry because there was nothing in the rules that said they had to bring dates and as long as they had their tickets, she had to let them in.

Eddie took great pleasure in smiling at her as they walked into the gym.

The theme was of course Sweethearts so the gym was decked out in hearts of every size and of every shade of pink and red imaginable.

Steve chuckled as Jeff and Brian gagged. Gareth smacked them upside their heads and went off in search of punch, the other two boys shuffling behind him.

Eddie and Steve stood at the entrance a moment.

Eddie rocked back and forth on the balls on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets to hide how never he felt. “So what do you do at a dance when you can’t dance with the one you want to?”

Steve looked over at him and tilted his head. “Make yourself as big a menace as possible, of course.”

Eddie grinned as Steve grabbed his wrist and they melted into the crowd.

~

About an hour into it, Eddie led Steve away from all the loud music and sweltering mass of teenage bodies.

“Eddie!” Steve protested with a laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

Eddie just cackled and kept pulling him along. They got the drama room and Steve was amazed he could hear the music.

“How?” he whispered.

Eddie grinned again. “They have speakers in here from the gym. They’re usually turned off as some brave stage crew managed to figure out a way to stop it from streaming in so kids could practice their lines and shit and not have to listen to basketball scores, but I got someone to turn them on for us.”

Steve turned to him in shock. “Us?”

Eddie nodded and led Steve further into the drama room. It was decorated in fairy lights and sparkling hearts.

“Oh, Eds...” Steve breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“I paid one of the drama kids to do this for me so I could surprise you,” he murmured.

Just then a soft love song came over the speakers and he held out his hand to Steve. “Dance with me.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle and folded into Eddie’s arms. They danced cheek to cheek to the music and were still dancing slowly when the song changed to something more upbeat.

“I was so worried I couldn’t dance with you up there,” he murmured into Eddie’s ear, “and then you went and found a way for us to do it down here instead. God, I love you so much, sunshine.”

They kissed and danced until the announcement came over the speakers that they were crowning the prom king and queen. They walked back to the gym hand in hand.

“I tried to get myself removed from the ballot,” Steve said softly just as they reached the doors. “I told them that I didn’t want even be here, but they refused. Said that I was nominated by someone else and only they could remove from the ballot. They wouldn’t even tell me who. But then you came along and I still don’t want to be prom king, but I figured at least being here with you would be worth the price of admission.”

Eddie smiled and kissed him gently. “I think you’d look pretty in a crown, darlin’.”

Steve let out a nervous giggle. “You would.”

They let go of their hands and walk back in.

Steve made prom king. Like everyone assumed he would. And even though Billy hadn’t been on the ballot he came in second place with a lot of write-ins. Steve suspected that Billy had actually won, but as he wasn’t on the ballot and the principal not wanting it to go to a thug like Billy Hargrove had cinched Steve’s bid for the crown.

Prom queen was Tammy Thompson. Which she obviously had insider knowledge of when she broadly hinted to him to take her to prom. She even hissed about him probably wishing he had taken her when he had the chance as to not leave her poor date standing there on the sidelines.

Steve just smiled and nodded and suffered through their dance.

Once it was all done, he handed the bouquet of flowers to Jeff, the sash to Gareth and the crown to Brian.

“You’ve got nothing left, baby,” Eddie murmured as they walked out of the gym and into the darkened halls of the high school.

He gave Eddie’s hand a quick squeeze. “No, Eds. I’ve got you.”

That night after they had done all their after dance activities, they would make love in the back of the LeBaron under the stars at the quarry after they had dropped everyone else off and in the morning after they waved off the LeBaron as Wayne drove it back to the rent shop, Steve would drag Eddie back into the shelter of the trailer and kiss him senseless.

But until then, they had each other and that was enough.

~

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[girlwithherheadinthestars]

the really complicated story no one asked for on how i became prom queen (karma is real)

i graduated and it doesn't matter any more but i still need advice bc idk how to life :D

cast:

me

academic rival (let's call him gingerbread -- no i will not be providing context for this name)

agatha (girl who i used to be friends with)

marjory (everyone loves her)

nelson (guy i've been friends with since we were kids)

eugene (guy i've liked since like i was born)

so for context gingerbread and i were dating in sophomore year, we broke it off because i said we're better off as friends (he's emotionally immature and i still had unresolved feelings for eugene) and i said we can still hang out as friends and he took advantage of that and we were basically hanging out more than when we were actually together. but then junior year begins and all of a sudden he hates my guts.

turns out he had a religious awakening over the summer and won't date anyone who isn't from his religion. so he developed a crush on marjory.

but then this year marjory rejected him and started dating nelson. but look guys i've known nelson my whole life but i would never ever date him because he did in fact go out with marjory while still with his ex. he's just weird. so gingerbread tried to intervene but because he's a possessive weirdo it came off badly.

and then i went to him and said hey. bestie. stop. this isn't a good look on you. leave them be. and then we got into a huge fight where he basically said our relationship never meant anything and i lost it. then he spent the rest of the month apologizing and buying me things and being all puppy dog and saying he didn't mean it and i eventually i relented.

BUT THEN

i realized i still liked eugene and i wanted to ask him to prom but when i told my friend agatha she told me eugene has a girlfriend from outside school who he's going to prom with and that she's much prettier than me (her words not mine). AND THE WEEK AFTER AGATHA GOES AND ASKS EUGENE TO PROM AND EUGENE SAYS YES.

so i talked to eugene's friend about this and he told me that agatha's been telling people that gingerbread and i are back together and he said eugene only agreed to go as friends.

infuriated as i was i still went to prom with my friends because it's my prom and i won't let anyone ruin it for me.

the night before prom gingerbread calls me and asks me to vote for his two friends to be prom king and queen.

i was like yeah ok whatever (i didn't vote -- i genuinely so busy my dress had to be taken in for shortening and that was a whole thing)

and then guess who gets voted prom king and queen.

me and eugene.

it was the most insane moment of my life i swear it was straight out of a frigging dream.

did we live happily ever after? i don't know. we spoke all of that night and then in graduation and i haven't seen him since (WHAT DO I DO)

but the repercussions of this? gingerbread is PISSED. so the girl gingerbread wanted to be prom queen is his best friend's girlfriend and everyone was texting her like do we vote for you? what's happening? and she was like no no no do not vote for me vote for (me) and eugene. they had a whole campaign because everyone knows how strict my parents are and the fact that i was allowed to go was such a miracle they wanted it to be celebrated (eugene was just a bonus, they were trying to make their ship set sail)

so agatha was left alone for the rest of the night sulking (*insert jojo siwa's karma* jk i don't endorse that), gingerbread glared at me the whole time, nelson and marjory came and congratulated me and eugene and i had our almost happily ever after.

my problems?

what do i do about eugene

how do i fix things with gingerbread (he's been such a good friend to me for so long and i feel so so bad even tho i know it's mostly his fault but i want to fix things before i leave and never see him again)

[fanboo]

Prom

Slimecicle

Highschool AU

Prom was a week away and you had nobody to go with. You were going to go with your friend Tina, but she was going with Foolish, and you didn’t want to third wheel. They said it was okay for you to come, but you didn’t want to ruin their night. You could go with your brother, George, but he was going with Dream. Sighing, you closed your book. Maybe you’d just skip this year.

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard. Your best friend sat down next to you. “Charlie, this beanbag was not meant for two people,” you said. “Aw, what, you don’t like being close to me? Guess I’ll just go, then.” It was all jokes; the two of you were as close as close could be. Buds for life. “Yeah, whatever. What’s up, El Goopo?” You called him that because his last name was Slime. Had been calling him that since elementary school.

Charlie rolled his eyes and leaned over, falling onto your lap. “Any luck on the prom thing?” He asked. “Nah. I’m thinking of skipping.” This prompted him to make an odd sound and look at you. “That is a waste of your money. You’ve already bought a ticket. Might as well go, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but with who? Everyone has a date,” you countered. “I don’t. We can go. It’s not like we haven’t gone to literally every other school dance together for our entire lives.” He made a great point. Every middle school dance, every homecoming, the two of you went together. But at the same time… “This is different. It’s prom. A big D school Dance. It’s THE dance.”

Charlie rolled his eyes and stood up, offering you a hand. “I, Charlie Slime, do not give a shit, and am formally asking you to be my date to the prom. Not as friends stuck going together. I want to be your date.” You stared at your best friend, open mouthed. He stared back, slightly anxious, but refusing to let it show through his comforting smile. “Please,” he added.

“I- yeah. Okay. That’s-“ You took his hand and let him pull you up to stand in front of him. Your thoughts were racing, running the way he’d phrased that in circles. Not as friends, as a date. He locked eyes with you, and you felt yourself smile. “Charlie, do you have a crush on me?” You blurted.

“Yes.” Your best friend held the eye contact, answering without thinking. “Y/N I have been in love with you since we were the third grade. You are my best friend, and I have loved growing up with you. So yes, I have a crush on you. And I’d like to take my crush to prom with me,” he said. His forwardness shocked you. It was rare he ever got this serious. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll- I’ll go with you. Yeah.”

A week later, he showed up at your door in a stunning dark green suit. You were wearing all black, except for one dark green accessory, he was wearing all dark green except for one black accessory. When you opened the door to greet him, he blushed. So did you, as you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. (Not for the first time in your friendship.) “You look amazing,” Charlie said. “So do you. Oh my god.”

Your parents took pictures of the two of you (for the millionth time in your life) and gave Charlie strict instructions to not stay out too late. He nodded, hugged them goodbye, then led you out the door. “You ready?” He asked when both of you were in his car. You nodded, still breathless. Part of you was dying to kiss him for some reason, though you chose to ignore it.

At prom, you met up with all your friends, everyone cheering for how everyone else looked. None of you won prom king or queen, but nobody cared. Throughout the entire night, Charlie stayed close by your side, ready to leave should you need to. Around eleven thirty, you decided you were tired and turned to tell him so. “My house or yours?” He asked. “Food, then your house. George will definitely bring Dream over tonight.”

The two of you went to sonic, got a bunch of fries and corn dogs, then drove to Charlie’s house. He lived with his older brothers, Ted and Schlatt, but the two of them would be out partying all night. So it was just the two of you. It made dinner feel a lot more intimate than normal. “Tonight was fun,” you said softly. He nodded, finishing the last corn dog. “I was a good date, I hope?” He asked, just as softly. You leaned against him and nodded. “Always are. The best date to everything. I don’t deserve you, honestly.”

Charlie scoffed and put an arm around you. “You deserve the world. And right now, sleep. I don’t know about you Y/N but I’m exhausted. That was a big night.” He was right, you were tired. “Should I sleep on the couch?” You asked timidly. You didn’t know why you asked, the two of you always slept in his bed when you had sleepovers. But this was different. Felt different. “We always sleep in my bed. I mean, you don’t have to. Do you want to?” Charlie responded, sounding anxious. “No, I just- I don’t know. Tonight feels different, y’know?” He nodded, and the two of you stood. “Yeah… but it’s also ritual. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

The two of you changed and got comfortable in his bed, both very aware of the others presence. Charlie, being the more outgoing one, decided to speak. “We feel awkward. We’re thinking too much about this crush thing. Can we act normal?” He whispered. He was right, you were. It was stressful. Sighing, you scooted closer and let him hold you. “It’s fine if you don’t like me back Y/N. I’m kinda used to it by now.” You shook your head and put your face in his neck. “I definitely like you. I just don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“We won’t. We’re too close. We can talk about it in the morning, okay?” He kissed the top of your head. “Let’s sleep.”

You pulled back just enough to tilt scoot yourself up, so your faces were even. “Goodnight, Goopo,” you said, giving him a kiss. He made a surprised noise but smiled into the kiss. “Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too.”