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wilsons-striped-ties · 14 days ago

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may tc challenge (incomplete)

by @lustingtc

Day 1 – Have you ever said something embarrassing to/in front of your TC?

i kinda told him he was my favourite teacher, one time i accidentally served him the wrong coffee so i think that was the most embarrassing thing that i did in front of him maybe?

Day 2 – When did your TC start teaching you? Does he/she still teach you?

from the start of 2022, till the end of 2023 for years three and four. unfortunately i've graduated so he doesn't teach me anymore, but i still do see him!

Day 3 – Do you know anything about your TC’s childhood/youth?

he used to play truant for his mother tongue lessons in junior college HAHAH and he used to look up to che guevara and used to have poster of him in his bedroom.

Day 4 – Describe your TC’s eyes.

the warmest brown ever, when the sun/light hits his eyes, it turns golden and i turn into a goner. he's just the most brilliant shade of brown eyes and its just so bfljidhlcnqm

Day 5 – What’s your favorite outfit on him/her?

he always just wears dress shirts and dress pants/jeans but i love his dark blue dress shirt and grey dress pants/light blue jeans during prom and when i gave him the cupcakes respectively, it's just SUCH A GOOD COLOUR ON HIM

Day 6 – How do you try to impress your TC?

sometimes yeah, but not really eh i just naturally did well in his lessons and worked very very hard

Day 7 – Describe what you think your wedding would look like. What are you both wearing? Who’s invited? What’s for dinner?

traditional wedding outfits? close friends and family invited, dinner a fusion mix of both our cultures hehe

Day 8 – Have you ever caught him/her staring at you? How did you react?

UHHH i'm not sure, but i've caught his eye contact a couple times and i would just wave, smile, talk to him or yeah HAHA

Day 9 – If you would buy your TC socks, what would your chosen ones look like?

interesting question HAHA hmm i think maybe some coffee socks cause he is very obsessed with coffee or something with passion fruit because it's his favourite fruit HAHAHA

Day 10 – If he/she visited your family for any reason and you’d have to cook, what would you cook?

uH probably something like kungpao chicken cause he likes spice and chicken i think???????? i dont know but i'd definitely bake something for him, cooking not as much...?

Day 11 – If you lived together, would you rather have kids or pets with him/her?

anything's fine as long as it's with him hehe

Day 12 – What is your opinion on age gap relationships? Do you think a certain age gap isn’t good anymore?

as long as it's legal, consenting and not entirely illogical, i think it's okay. of course, long term relationships with like forty year age gaps are a bit tough but like if you really wanna, and you both are consenting adults, it's okay then? HAHA i'm rambling yeah

Day 13 – What would you do if a friend told you she had a crush on your TC?

kinda pissed and protective (territorial) but i've got no fear, he follows me on instagram yknow, he doesn't follow anyone else other than his family members and a fifa meme page. i baked him cupcakes for his birthday. that friend has serious competition 🤩🤩🤩

Day 14 – Do you know when your TC’s birthday is? How old is he/she?

yesss 7th july! i have no idea how old he is :'

Day 15 – What would you do if he/she found your blog, knew it was about him/her but he/she was still trying to figure out whose blog it is?

he would most DEFINITELY know it was me oh wells but i would just maybe archive my blog or something?

Day 16 – If you were on a class trip with your TC and a friend of yours wasn’t feeling well in the middle of the night, would you be the one to knock on your TC’s door loudly and wake him/her? Would the sight of his/her sleepy face and pajamas be worth standing there in your own pajamas and with your sleepy face?

I WOULD DEFINITELY KNOCK and it would be SO WORTH because it would be the cutest most kdrama thing ever and i would just instantly nosebleed and die

Day 17 – Can you remember what happened in the last dream you had about your TC?

he told me he was leaving the school and we grabbed coffee at a mall that hadn't opened yet cause it was super early in the morning and we hung out

Day 18 – Has your TC ever had a conversation about you with your parents? If yes, what did he/she say?

oh ya for sure he told them i was self driven and a really good student to teach or something and he told them to thank me for baking the cupcakes cause they brought it up and honestly i didn't think it would mean that much to him but i'm glad that he loved them :'

Day 19 – Think of a song that reminds you of your TC and tell us your favourite line from it.

secret love song, "and nobody knows i'm in love with someone's baby" :'

Day 20 – What was the best mark you had in one of your TC’s tests? Did he/she say something to you about it/write something on it?

full marks, he always writes "very gd/good :)" on them so yeah

Day 21 – Have you ever stalked your TC online? If yes, what did you find? If no: do it and tell us what you find, it’s fun!

YES I DIDDDDDD i always do and i found only a little stuff unfortunately like his facebook a picture of him and his kids and that's about it, he isn't really active anywhere

#teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc crush #male teacher crush #teacher x students #teacher x student #female student x male teacher #tc community #teacher attachment #male teacher x female student

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swelling-feeling · 9 months ago

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"A Shared Interest"

Inflation Story - Monster Prom AU - Starring Trifecta "Inky" (aka Maxim), and Susie (aka Spinel)

▽△ Story under the Cut △▽

"I dont think i've ever been to your place, now that i think of it…"

Inky muttered, looking around in a form of awe, curious by the sight around him.

It was a small apartment that his now-girlfriend Susie lived in, which had a nice old timey aesthetic, and her room, which the two were entering, was especially fascinating, as if taken straight from a dollhouse, and decorated with punkish posters and decorations.

"Really? Huh, guess it never came to mind to ask ya to visit."

She shrugged,

"I always just came over and crashed at your place."

"Yeah, heh. Suprised that Kiah just let us vibe in the first place."

Susie hopped unto her bed, which was nearly buried under a mountain of pillows, Trifecta quickly sitting next to her, before adjusting his position, still finding himself admiring her room.

Susie hummed, looking at her boyfriend be so lost in thought, as she scooted closer to him,

"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?"

"O-oh, nothing important. Just trying to get used to how… Spacious your room is."

"Well, mine aint as cluttered as yours, for starters."

She joked with a chuckle, watching the eldritch entity retort,

"H-hey, that's my order and im used to it, toots!"

He chuckled back.

"Well, i s'pose having everything on hand is easier than having it tucked away in a bunch of places."

She shrugged with a grin, amused.

"It's a lot more practical. But then again, everyone has their own order."

He nodded.

The two continued conversing about trivial and amusing topics, just whatever came to either of their minds - cartoons, favourite animals, lives, shared interests, the weather… It all was nice for the both of them. And yet, Trifecta had a feeling that something felt… off. Nothing too major, and he wouldnt want to pry, but still, something felt off, for the moment, at least. As their conversation began to reach it's end, trifecta found himself scooting a bit closer to Susie.

"…There's… another reason why i brought you here."

Susie muttered to Trifecta, her tone making him lightly furrow his brow, as he listened intently at what she was about to say.

"…It's about your doodles. You let me check through them while you were cleaning up your room."

"And you seemed rather flustered when seeing the two pages of doodles of you and i…?"

He finished her sentance, humming softly, not completely sure where this was going.

"…Well, it wasnt really that, that elicited the reaction from me… W-well, it did too, but something else caught my eye."

Trifecta's brows furrowed further. He felt uneasy as stress slowly rose within him. He wasnt sure what to expect.

"…W-what was it?"

He muttered, trying not to sound uneasy.

Susie was quiet for a moment, looking away. Trifecta's stress kept only growing.

His brows lightly furrowed, this time in confusion, when noticing that Susie was blushing.

"…I, uh… Didnt know ya thought i'd look good bein' t-that big."

It took him a moment, the oblivious boy that he is. When he realised what she said, his face became a mix of violet and green from his blush.

A few scared and flustered noises escaped him, as he covered his face in embarrassment, begining to feel himself melt. His girlfriend saw those doodles he drew of her, packing far more plush than usual, or being inflated with air or some magical mixture. The very thought made him melt faster, before his form stabilized once he felt Susie grab his shoulders. His Embarrassment was Legendary.

"H-hey, hey, Inky, i-its fine…!"

She tried to calm him, which lightly helped, making him stop melting, yet he still refused to face her from his shame.

"…I hoped y-you wouldnt have s-seen them…"

He lowly muttered, Susie moving closer to try to comfort him as she heard his ashamed tone.

"…'s'just a dumb… intrigue of mine… from… way before."

He murmured,

"…F-fuck, im sorry you had to see that, you must think i'm a… a freak, degenerate, some wretch-"

"Actually…"

Susie interrupted him, gently gripping his shoulders tighter,

"…I… s-share this… 'Intrigue', w-with you."

Her words made him stop, for a moment. Then her words began to sink in, and he blushed even more, his hands still on his face as he moved his head to meet her's.

"…Wh… what?"

He muttered, confusion, disbelief, and the smallest hint of joy in his voice.

"Y-yeah, uh…"

The doll hummed, blushing deeper as she looked away.

"…I, uh… never got to thank you properly for the… c-cotton candy thing ya made for me."

Trifecta takes a moment to process the information, suprise still growing.

"…Y-you… a-actually liked those…?"

He murmured, his hands slowly moving away from his face,

"…Y-you… liked them?"

"…Y-yeah."

She repeated, her blush growing as a small smirk appeared on her face,

"…You cant imagine how suprised i was that the guy im interested in… shared my interest."

Inky blushed deeper still… The realisation had fully set in that she really did share his intrigue as well. The very thought gave him… Comfort, some bit of Peace, even, as he more let the thought sink in.

"…O-oh, and, uh, n-no problem for the cotton candy… I, uh…"

He muttered quickly, before looking away,

"…it wasnt the main focus, obviously, but… T-the intrigue had a part in that idea, y-yeah."

"Had a small feeling it did."

She smirked.

Susie slowly seemed to get more comfortable, now that the secret's out. Trifecta was still lightly flustered about all this, but he was slowly getting comfortable as well.

Susie made herself comfortable against Trifecta as they continued talking, rather amused by his fluster, which was greater than usual, but also happy, seeing him be this shy, yet also a bit excited as he spoke, getting himself worked up over possible scenarios they could try, to the point that she got flustered, and excited, just thinking about them.

She hummed softly, tapping a finger to her chin in thought, just as Inky finished his sentance.

"…S-something on your mind, S-susie?"

He spoke, curious as ever, as she smiled warmly at how he made sure she was and felt fine.

"Hmm… Just got an idea on what we could do… If you wanna try it?"

She hummed with a grin, doing the same for him as he made for her, making sure he's fine and well.

"…W-well… D-depends on what it is ya wanna try…?"

He muttered with an audible smile, and a feeling that he may know what would be her plan.

She only hummed, before smiling at him, kissing the top of where his nose would he, before getting off of him, playfully swaying her hips as she makes her way to her closet, pulling out some kind of box, labeled with multiple scribbled on hearts and… Balloons?

Inky hummed, his blush lightly growing as he watched Susie open the box and rummage through it, still moving her hips to a melody she was humming, before stopping, patting something with a chuckle.

"A-ha! There it is~"

She spoke in a melody, making him blush a bit deeper, before she turned around, revealing a big hand-operated pump in her arms, as well as a long hose. His expression turned to absolute fluster, while her's held absolute excitement. Both showed absolute interest.

"Hold this for a tick, hun~"

She spoke, passing him the pump, as he fumbled it in his hands before holding it, inspecting it with interest with a hum. In the corner of his eye, he swore he could see Susie begin to undress, and so, being the gentleman he is, looked further in the opposite direction of her, as to give her privacy.

She giggled at his action, amused by his action, but not saying a word, only letting out a small noise as the hose was inserted in her… Nether regions.

The noise obviously made Inky blush harder, as Susie gently scratched his head to grab his attention, to which he turned around.

The two blushed while looking at eachother, stuck in eachother's gaze, before softly chuckling at the small awkwardness of the moment.

She made herself comfortable on Inky's lap with a hop, a grin, and a giggle, as his face was glowing with blush and fluster.

"…Come on? The reigns are yours~?"

She teased, tapping the pump with a finger, as inky quickly grasped the situation.

"…W-wh-wait, y-you want me t-to-?"

"Aint this somethin' ya wanted to try, at least once? Or do you want me to start the show~?"

She teased, making Inky make a flustered noise.

After a moment, it seemed like he made up his mind, taking the pump in his hands, pulling up the handle, before pressing it down.

The doll let out a noise as she felt the air enter her body, her face a deep pink from the sensation, as trifecta only blinked, placing a hand on her shoulder, flustered, and worried.

She smiled at him, showing she was fine, gently moving his hand back to the pump, as he slowly pulled it back up, and pressed down on it again.

The two were flustered at first, obviously - they both were new to this, they were experimenting with these new feelings, and the fact they shared a unorthodox interest… Yet, soon enough, they slowly managed to get to a steady enough rhythm. Trifecta kept moving his hand on the handle, pressing, and depressing, up, and down, so on so forth.

Both of them blushed once her stomach began to visibly round out.

Susie's hands hovered over her round stomach, hesitant to touch it, and in slight disbelief that this was happening, as she hummed.

Trifecta on the other hand simply couldnt help himself, his curiosity making his hand slowly move unto her belly. It let out a small crrk noise, as his hand gently sank into the felt surface, Susie letting out a noise of fluster and suprise at his touch, which made him move his hand away from her belly quickly.

"…D-… D-do that again… P-please..?"

She muttered, still trying to process the sensation, as Inky placed his hand back unto her belly, gently pressing into it to hear it let out a silent squeak. He quickly glanced at his beloved, catching her expression, which was a mix of fascination, fluster, and joy, as she tried to not let out another noise… And failed.

He pressed into her belly again, blushing furiously, as his hand, by sheer instinct alone, moved back unto the pump's handle, and began to press down.

Her belly continued to grow, her hands carefully laying on it as it continued to grow with each press of the pump… Which the rhythm of began to slowly speed up. Trifecta unknowingly winding himself up, as his hand began moving faster, sending more and more puffs of air into her tum, as it continued to expand like some balloon made of felt. Inky's eyes glowed with interest, brighter still with each press of the pump.

The doll carefully moved her hand to try to catch inky's attention, which worked - her stomach now was the same of a big basketball, which made inky's eyes glow, and shimmer, with great interest.

"…B-big…"

He murmured, as if entranced, letting the pump slip from his hands as he put them on her belly, making Susie stifle a noise at the sensation and pressure, as he lightly purred.

"…Y-yeah… Think i can go… B-bigger…?"

She muttered, trying to stay focused, as her mind was trying to get used to all the sensations.

"Oh, Totally."

He muttered, as if he was completely sure, completely focused on her bloated tummy. The soft squeaks and creaks it made, as if, entranced him, as he purred louder still with pure interest at the whole situation.

"…Soft…"

He murmured, with an audible smile, as he pressed gently against her belly, finding there was less give than before, as he lightly hummed in thought.

As his focus was slightly regained, he looked at Susie, silently asking on if they should continue, to which she gave a small nod. He hummed in thought as he took the pump in his hands again, and resumed the routine.

The noises her stomach made, albeit being made of felt, were akin to rubber, squeaking louder and louder, as Susie began to furrow her brows at the pressure - and Inky rather quickly noticed.

His hand's movements began to slow down, in worry that something bad might happen if he pumped too fast, as he hummed, watching with focus, and interest, as her belly slowly bloated onward with each puff or air, squeaks and creaks began rise in pitch as well, as the two simply slowly continued with care.

Eventually enough, the doll had her hands on her tight-as-a-drum belly, perfectly round, and at the size of a big excersize ball. Inky pressed down a few more puffs of air, before putting the pressed-down pump down beside him, looking at her with a mix of joy, pride, shyness, and worry, as he placed both of his hands, carefully, on Susie's tight belly. She softly hummed in a mix of joy and discomfort.

"…I think this might be the best time to… Stop."

He murmured softly, to which Susie looked at him with a warm, albeit strained, smile.

"…Y-yeah, best we s-stop there… oof…"

The high from the whole situation slowly began to die down, as he gently rubbed her belly with his hands, hearing the little squeaks as he did so.

He hummed in thought, before his face became lightly darker, his eye's glow being emphasised by it, as after a minute, there was a silent hiss, and Susie softly hummed, noticing the uncomfortable tightness in her stomach begin to dissipate, as she blinked, lightly confused on what was going on. She looked at him, relaxed, yet confused.

Trifecta hummed softly back, smiling at her, before chuckling, patting her belly, as if playfully.

"Feeling better, toots~?"

He purred with an invisible grin.

"…y-… Yeah… How did you…?"

She softly asked, before he smiled even wider, letting out a cheeky, proud snicker.

"Oh, darling~ With me, Reality is Optional."

Susie blushed at her boyfriend's confident tone, moreso when he chuckled and leaned unto her belly, making her let out a flustered noise and a squeak, as he admired her - he purred, enjoying seeing her be flustered for once, all blushy and adorable, as he kissed her cheek with a comedic 'Mwah', making her blush and giggle.

The two took the moment to admire eachother, enjoying eachother's presence, before both of their focus' went to her giant belly, as he tickled and pressed against it, chuckling when seeing how flustered she was at it all.

"…Well, love… Now that you've got more capacity… Wanna continue~?"

He asked, lightly poking her belly with a finger for emphasis, as Susie giggled and blushed,

"Oh, Gladly! Dont keep me waitin' now, Inky!"

Her enthusiasm made him outright laugh, as he pat her belly again, before grabbing the pump beside him, and depressing the handle.

This was going to be a long night… But neither of them cared, as long as they had eachother.

#Silly Slinky Wife #Wretch Writing #ngl this was actually pretty nice to write #idk. i guess its kinda interesting trying to write a tale like this where you and your partner both share a deep interest in something #it's very nice imo #PromParade

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mothicalspoken · 3 years ago

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It feels like it’s been forever since they’ve been inside Marcy’s room.

Strangely enough, nothing has really changed, much like how Anne’s room was left as it was ever since she disappeared. The same sense of organized chaos, chess trophies and science books and countless amounts of papers and notebooks still lie everywhere. Her essence is held in this space, securing her memory even if she’s not there.

Fortunately, this time around, she actually is.

Anne and Sasha stand by the doorway as their friend takes everything in. She’s unusually silent, walking slowly across the hardwood floor. Her gait is still a little unsteady.

“Man... I’ve kinda missed this...” she whispers, one hand brushing over the frame of her bed, and when she turns around and realizes that the other two haven’t followed her in, she laughs. “C’mon guys! Come on in, no need to just stand there like that.”

Anne and Sasha step in cautiously. The sense of nostalgia that carpets this place seems off-putting.

However, with just a few quick sentences, they’re thrown into the loop again. Pieces fall into place, and soon, they’re all sitting on the floor and chatting. Marcy has a plush Sasha gave to her for her birthday years ago in her hands, and Sasha is leaning forward with interest as Marcy rambles about whatever topic suits her fancy.

Meanwhile, Anne leans back against Marcy's dresser, and hears a small crunch.

Sasha and Marcy are too engrossed in their conversation to notice Anne turning around. There, sticking out of one of the drawers, is a small pink piece of paper. It’s not unusual for Marcy to put things in strange places, but it feels oddly out of place. Marcy doesn’t usually bother with fancy letter paper. Maybe it’s something from school.

Anne takes it, and opens it up.

Dear Anne and Sasha

I know this is kind of ridiculous but

Anne, Sasha, would you like

It’s nearly unreadable with all the scribbled out lines and creases. Marcy wrote this in pen, in cursive- and Anne squints at the paper, trying her best to comprehend her words among the failed attempts.

There, in a tiny corner of the paper:

Anne, Sasha, will you go to prom with me?

It feels like the breath has been taken out from Anne’s lungs. She can’t do anything but stare at those words- and then the little else she could read underneath the mess starts to make sense. The realization hits her like a truck- Marcy was- Marcy was going to ask them out. Before Amphibia.

Anne looks up from the paper at the aforementioned girl- still lost in her own little world, Sasha hanging onto her every word. Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight filtering through the window. The entire time- the entire time they had been in Amphibia, Marcy had had a crush on both of them. How did Anne not notice earlier? How did she not realize?

“Marcy?” She asks quietly, clutching the paper firmly in her hands.

Marcy snaps out of her trance and looks to her. Years go by in an instant- for a second, Anne can see the person Marcy used to be, hiding in a grey hoodie, clumsy and dangerously spacey. It would have occurred to her that the glances and clinginess could have meant something else.

And then she blinks, and the present Marcy, with hair that falls to her chin and circular scars etched into her arms, is staring at her- or rather, staring at the piece of paper in her hands.

“Did you... did you want to go with us? To prom, I mean,” Anne asks, barely a whisper. “Back then.”

Sasha gasps. “Wait- what?!”

She reaches for the paper and Anne puts it inbetween the three of them instead, where everyone can see it, and watches Marcy.

She looks... scared. Her eyes flit between the paper, and anywhere else other than Anne and Sasha at a rapid pace.

“I...” She laughs nervously, and runs a hand through her hair. It’s concerning how uneasy she looks. Anne and Sasha reach out to her at the same time, and instead of letting them assure her, she grabs the paper, crumbles it up, and throws it across the room.

Anne watches it fly over their heads. Evidently, there are still some truths Marcy wants to run away from. Sasha gets up and retrieves it anyhow.

“Marcy, holy frog,” Sasha breathes as she reads the paper. Her face is split into a huge grin- not convining, or manipulative, just happy. “You should have told us!”

Marcy stares at her for a second, taking in her expression with such a disbelieving vulnerability that Anne gets the urge to suddenly wrap her in an embrace.

“I... I was going to. That’s obvious- there are probably more attempts at writing a script around here, that I crumbled up and hid out of frustration. I really was planning to, but I got nervous- I thought that if I did ask you out, and you said no, you wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore. And I couldn’t afford losing you guys because of my stupid feelings so-”

“Hey, hey, hey, your feelings aren’t stupid,” Anne insists. She opens her arms for a hug as Sasha sits down next to Marcy and smooths the paper out on the floor once agin. “Come here.”

Marcy accepts the hug with some hesitancy, but eventually sinks into Anne’s embrace and goes practically limp in her grasp. Sasha leans over to wrap herself around Marcy from behind, essentially encasing her in a best-friends-with-romantic-tension sandwich.

Marcy’s breaths are slow and steady. It’s calming, to know that she’s alive.

“...Do you guys...” she pauses, voice barely above a whisper. Her next words, she mumbles into Anne’s shoulder. “Would you guys have gone with me? If I actually had asked you.”

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” Sasha teases.

Anne’s own answer comes out without much thought. She doesn’t have to reflect on sunshine-encased memories and the heat gathered in her cheeks to know.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

She presses a small kiss to Marcy’s forehead. Marcy snaps up to look at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, and Anne breaks into a smile. Meanwhile, Sasha laughs and nods a yes into Marcy’s shoulder.

Marcy finally lets herself hug back.

#Amphibia #sashannarcy #yeah I'm still thinking about the prom poster #marcy do you have something to share with the class #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #my writing #once again unedited

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seasons-of-death · 2 years ago

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can i just say i LOVE your writing 😭 if i can please request something with the lovely eddie munson! you and him are friends and he ask you to prom. extra fluffy🥺🤍

The Cure To Cluelessness

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Your friend doesn't understand why you keep talking about the prom.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff! one use of Y/N and cursing!

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I loved this idea and I really hope you enjoy this and it's how you wanted it to be :)

For as long as you'd known him, Eddie had an aversion towards all events someone would consider fancy. He had skipped every single prom he could've attended with joy.

So, he couldn't help but feel weirded out as you laid on his bed, a fashion magazine that you'd stolen from the dentist's office in your hands as you kicked your feet in the air.

"It's cute, right?" You said, showing Eddie a picture of a blue dress that mostly just looked like a ball of poof. "I don't know what kind of a dress I'm gonna wear, though. It's so hard to choose, and Nancy asked if I wanted to go shopping for dresses with her tomorrow."

"How are you so excited?" He asked, making you shake your head.

"It's my only prom." You said, lazily browsing through the magazine. "You've had like a million of them already, so it's different."

"You wound me." He chuckled, leaning over to look at the magazine, "It's not like I've ever gone to one."

"Because nobody ever asks you to be their date?"

"I'll have you know, the girls of Hawkins High are known to fight over my affections. But I only have room in my heart for one."

"Where were they fighting again? In your dreams?"

"I try to say sweet things to you, yet you still continue to insult me." Eddie shook his head, sitting back with a tut, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"I tell it like it is."

"Well, do you have a date?" Eddie raised his brows, causing you to purse your lips.

"No." You cleared your throat, shifting your attention back to the magazine, "It's a week away, anyway."

The week of the prom was one of the busiest weeks in the school year, and even though Eddie had no plans to participate, he had been rushed from one classroom to another the entire day.

When he finally came across a hallway that wasn't occupied by half of the school, he was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar figure putting up a poster on the corkboard, but as he was about to approach you, he saw that someone had beat him to the punch.

Scott Robertson had a cocky look on his face, his hair gelled to heaven and back. He was wearing a letterman jacket that he probably never washed, one that matched every other member of the basketball team. What bugged Eddie the most, though, was that he looked just like the main character of some chick flick you'd made Eddie watch, casually saying how you thought the actor was cute.

Eddie narrowed his eyes, close enough to hear what you were talking about.

"I take it you're going to prom, putting posters up and everything." The Jake Ryan knockoff said, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I was planning on it." Eddie heard you say dismissively as you turned to look at Scott, "Why?"

"Well, I wanted to know if you'd go with me. You know, I just got a new ride, and I think it requires someone like you as its first passenger."

"No, I don't think so."

"Come on, we'll have a lot of fun."

"Not interested, Scott." You said, displaying the smile you'd reserved for obnoxious dicks like him, "I wanna go with someone else."

"Your loss." Scott scoffed, walking away, and you went back to putting posters up on the corkboard.

Eddie let out a chuckle, momentarily watching as you punched the thumb tacks on the corkboard while humming before making his way over to you, your face brightening up when you saw him.

"On your way to history?"

"I have a free period. What are you doing?" Eddie asked, pointing towards the posters in your hand, "The last time I checked, you weren't on the prom committee."

"Nancy asked me to help her put these up." You said, handing him half of the posters, "And since you have a free period, I'm recruiting you to be my assistant."

"Seems like I don't have a choice." Eddie chuckled, "So, have you found a date?"

"No."

"So, no one's asked you yet?"

"That's what I just said." You smiled at him, "Why?"

"Just curious."

"She lied to me."

Dustin stared up at Eddie, who sat on his usual seat, his brows furrowed and hands clasped together as he stared in front of him. They didn't have a campaign that day, but Dustin was getting everything ready for the next time they would.

"What are you talking about?" Dustin asked, looking up at Eddie who seemed to be pulled out of his thoughts by the younger boy's question.

"What does it mean when someone lies about something inconsequential?"

"Eddie, just spit it out."

"Y/N lied to me." Eddie said, unclasping his hands, pointing at Dustin "Yesterday, I saw Scott Robertson asked her to go to prom with him and she said no, but when I asked if anyone had asked her to go with them, she said no."

"Hmm."

"And I heard her say that she wanted to go with someone else!" Eddie stood up, waving his hands around, "I mean, what's that supposed to be about? Why did she tell me that nobody asked her if she's already planning on going with someone?"

"Eddie-"

"Is she planning on asking someone? Or is she expecting someone to ask her?"

"Eddie can-"

"Why would she lie about it to me? I'm supposedly her best friend. Aren't best friends supposed to share shit like this?" He started pacing, Dustin watching as his bewildered friend walked around in circles, "Maybe it's someone I'd hate? Shit, what if it's one of those dickhead jocks? But if it was, why would Scott Robertson ask her?"

"Can you let-"

"Who does she want to go with? Has she already been asked? Why is she lying to-"

"Eddie, shut up!"

When he heard Dustin raise his voice, Eddie stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Dustin with furrowed brows while the boy sighed, hiding his face in his hands.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

Eddie narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest before nodding slightly, signaling for Dustin to go on.

"I don't think she's agreed to go with anyone, and I do think that she wants someone to ask to go with her, and I think that the reason she lied to you, was so you'd know that she was available."

"Well, who does she want to go with?"

"You, idiot."

And when he heard those words, Eddie almost keeled in laughter.

"You crack me up, Henderson. Why would she want to go with me?"

Nancy was holding a purple dress to her body while gazing into the mirror, inspecting how it'd look on her while you sat on one of the chairs, looking down at your hands, feeling defeated.

"I want Eddie to ask me to go with him." You heard yourself blurt out without even realizing what you'd just said, and Nancy dropped the dress to the floor as she turned her head to look at you, her brows raised in question.

"What?"

"I want Eddie to ask me to go to prom with him."

She sat down on the seat next to yours, looking at your face to see if it was serious. "Well, I guess it makes sense."

"I know right!" You exclaimed, "But he has this weird aversion towards proms because according to him it's nothing but some dick-measuring contest to see who's the most popular person. And I get it, but for some dumb reason, I still want him there with me."

"Just ask him." Nancy encouraged, pressing her hand on your shoulder with a comforting smile, "If you want to go with him so bad, take the lead. Tell him to either go with you or you'll go with the next guy that walks past you on the street, because I promise, he'd rather go with you than have someone like Scott Robertson take you."

"You think so?" You looked at her for reassurance, Nancy letting out a small laugh as she nodded.

"Now, we're gonna need some dresses if we're even thinking about attending." She said, standing up and offering you her hand, "Let's find something."

He hadn't seen you for three days, and Eddie was going crazy. Whenever he called, your mother informed him that you weren't home, and whenever he saw you at school, you rounded the corner.

Now, he might not be the greatest when it came to school, but he knew when someone was avoiding him. And there was one way you couldn't ignore him.

And that's how he ended up at the side of your house in the middle of the night, looking at the light coming from your bedroom window, the thought of what he was about to do already bringing him back pain.

"This is so stupid."

You were sat at your desk, your cassette player playing an album by The Turtles, having found the tape from your attic the week before. Humming along to Elenore, your head was filled with the things you had been studying about for a biology test that was coming up, all of the information mumbled together inside your mind.

Tapping your pencil against the table along to the piano of the song, you sighed, hiding your face in your palms. You had no idea how you were ever going to understand it all.

But once you heard the banging coming from the window behind you, you could feel your heartbeat in your throat, telling you not to look behind you. The banging persisted, but when you started to hear faint voices, you decided to see what was making the noise.

Your jaw slackened uncontrollably as you looked at your bewildered friend as he kept banging on your window, his eyes wide.

"Eddie, what the hell?" You exclaimed as soon as you went to open your window, "It's one in the morning."

"I'm aware. Can you move?" He asked, and once you'd gotten out of his way, Eddie stumbled into your room, ending up on the floor. "I knew this shit was gonna break my back..."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

As soon as he had sat up, you smacked his forearm, causing him to hiss.

"What, I'm not allowed to visit you in the middle of the night?"

"Ideally, no."

"Too late." He smiled, getting up to his feet, "I had to come see you since you've been avoiding me like the plague."

"I haven't been avoiding you."

"Have I ever told you that I adore the little furrow you get between your brows when you lie?" Eddie said with a shit-eating grin as you touched your forehead, suddenly hyperaware of its existence, "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I've just been busy." You cleared your throat, "I have a really big biology test coming up, and I've been studying."

"So, studying includes running the other way when you see me in the halls?"

"Pretty much." You chuckled, making the boy shake his head, "I was gonna talk to you tomorrow."

"You should've just said that, I'm pretty sure I broke my back trying to stick that landing."

"Well, you shouldn't climb into people's rooms in the middle of the night!"

"I had to talk to you!" He exclaimed, and you shook your head.

"Well, spill it then."

He took a deep breath, looking down at his shoes, clearing his throat, before looking back up at you with a small smile on his face, "I know I'm not exactly what people have in mind when they think about a great prom date, and I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't you, and I kind of still don't get-"

"Eddie."

"Right. Even though I'm a miserable dancer, and will probably cause you to get so embarrassed that you won't be able to show your face in months, I wanted to ask you if you'll go to prom with me."

He looked at you, his eyes trained on yours, trying to look for an answer when you chuckled, "I don't know, Eddie, I was thinking of going with someone else."

"Oh."

"I'm kidding!" You said, patting his shoulders as you looked up at him, "I'd love to go with you. Even if you're a miserable dancer."

"Great. I was thinking of wearing pajamas. How does that sound?"

"As long as they don't have any weird stains."

You weren't exactly known to be a deep sleeper, but the two nights after Eddie had broken into your room had been two nights filled with nothing but restlessness, and now Nancy was complaining about how dark your under eyes looked, and how much concealer it took to cover them.

"I feel like I'm going to fall asleep..." You groaned, trying your best not to yawn, Nancy's hand holding your jaw firmly as she applied your lipstick on your behalf, "You know, I could've done my own makeup."

"It's more fun this way." She said, putting the lipstick away, "Besides, you have a date. I needed to make sure you look as nice as possible!"

"Are you telling me that my normal makeup looks bad?" You asked, raising your brows while she simply pursed her lips, "It's not even an actual date, you know. It's like you going with Robin, we're just going as friends."

"Sure."

"He didn't see it as an actual date, right? Eddie never said anything about it being a date. He just asked me to go with him, because I'm like the only friend he has who's a girl."

"I'm gonna start questioning his sanity if he intends on keeping you as a friend after seeing you like this." Nancy said, motioning to the mirror.

You laughed, but when you looked in the mirror, your laugh calmed into a simple smile. It wasn't that different from what you usually looked like, but for some reason, it felt different. Different, in the best way possible.

"Ready to go?"

Eddie stood outside Hawkins High, music blasting inside while he was trying to calm himself down, despite how idiotic he felt.

He didn't have a tux, which meant that he had to borrow his uncle's old one that hadn't been worn in a few years. What's more, Wayne had started laughing when Eddie had told him he was going to the prom, thinking it was a joke. He couldn't really blame him, it felt like a joke to him too.

He had offered to pick you up, but you'd told him that you were coming with Nancy and Robin, and telling him that you'd just meet him there. Now, he was nervous that you weren't even going to show up. Of course, he knew that you wouldn't actually do that, but a small part of him was afraid that he'd be left standing there, feeling like an idiot. So, when he recognized one of the cars arriving as Nancy's, relief washed over him.

But when he saw someone emerging from the backseat, his breath was caught in his throat. You were laughing at something that one of them had said. The way the wind blew back some of your hair made you look like you were in an advertisement, casually pushing away some of the hair behind your ear.

And when you spotted him, your face lit up. You lifted your arm slightly to wave at Eddie, the smile on your face widening as he started to walk towards you.

You spotted him almost immediately after getting out of Nancy's car. The sleeves of his tux were a little bit too short for him, and you could see a small part of his ankles, but you couldn't help but smile. Somehow, he was making it work. Somehow, he was the only one you could see.

As soon as you waved your hand to signal him to come, he made his way towards you, the way his eyes drifted up and down your body making blood rush to your cheeks.

"Hi." He said softly, tilting his head a little as he offered his hand, "You wanna go in?"

"Yeah." You said, intertwining your fingers as he lead you inside. You could hear Robin and Nancy talking about something as the two walked in behind, but you didn't pay attention to it.

In fact, you didn't pay attention to anything but him. He looked nervous, Eddie biting his lower lip as he looked around the room filled with people, everyone engrossed in their own partners and groups. You squeezed his hand, and he looked down at you, letting go of his lower lip with a small nod of acknowledgment, smiling at you.

You two drifted into the sidelines as if out of habit, watching the people on the dancefloor, your hands still clasped together. But when you heard a familiar song start playing, you could feel Eddie start pulling you towards the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" You chuckled, and he shrugged.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making you dance with me." He said with a grin, and you shook your head, allowing yourself to be pulled to the dance floor. "You recognize this song, right?"

The two of you moved, absolutely unsynced with the song, but wide grins on both of your faces. "It was playing when you broke into my house."

"Technically, you let me into your house, so I wouldn't call that breaking in."

"Potato, tomato." You said, letting Eddie spin you once. "How do you recognize this song?"

"I asked Nancy to play it." He said with a straight face as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "You seemed to be enjoying it until I interrupted, so I borrowed it. Without permission."

"You earned yourself a whole criminal record in one night, didn't you?"

"I had to find some way to impress you, didn't I?"

You shook your head, swaying along to the music, "You impress me more and more every day, Munson."

"Good."

When the song came to an end, you were about to walk back to your original position, only to be pulled back by Eddie.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I didn't think you were that interested in dancing to a slow song." You said, raising your brows.

"Who said I didn't request this as well?"

With only a light tug, your body was pressed against his, your faces mere inches away from one another as he smiled impishly, his gaze trained on your lips. It was like you'd forgotten how to move, offering no resistance when Eddie positioned your arms on his shoulders, putting his hands on your waist, taking a small step away from you to leave room between the two of you.

"I think you're just supposed to step and sway, or something."

You looked down at your feet quickly before taking in a deep breath, the two of you slowly moving your feet, knowing how silly it would look from an outsider's perspective.

"Dancing doesn't really seem to work if both of the participants suck at it." You said, looking up at him, "I'm pretty sure we look idiotic right now."

"Who cares?" Eddie said, offering you a reassuring smile, "Besides, I'm pretty sure it's impossible for you to look idiotic."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I think you look fucking amazing."

You couldn't help but laugh at the compliment, unaware of how dazed your smile was making him.

"I think you look fucking amazing, too." You said, brushing some strands of hair away from his face, "What happened to you wearing pajamas?"

"Oh, I couldn't find any without any stains." He shrugged, making your jaw slack. "I think you could've shown up in a trash bag, and still look great."

"Careful, I think they're gonna be in fashion soon."

"You're impossible."

"Thank you, Eddie."

"For what? For calling you impossible?"

"For coming here. I know it isn't your scene, and how much you hate events like this, but you still came. It feels unbelievable."

"Don't you get it?" Eddie chuckled, "I'd go anywhere for you."

"I'm still gonna be thankful for that, even if you don't like it." You said, full of confidence. "I can't believe I got Eddie Munson to go to prom."

"I actually think we should do this more often."

"Do what?" You laughed, "Go to prom? I don't think it works like that."

"I mean, go on dates." He said matter-of-factly, and you could feel your jaw slacken involuntarily, the sight making Eddie laugh. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I had no idea this was a date."

"Really? You thought I could see you looking like that and be able to stay as friends?"

You felt blood rush to your face as you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, pulling his head towards you and meeting him halfway by reaching your lips to his.

Eddie kissed you under the blue lights, the grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer, the distance between you now non-existent, and unlike your feet, your lips moved perfectly in sync.

You heard yourself gasp for air once you pulled away from him, your reaction causing Eddie to grin, reveling in his success.

"I'm definitely spiking the punch, though." He whispered, before pressing his lips back on yours.

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A Prom Night To Remember - Peter Parker - Female Reader

Title: A Prom Night To Remember

Peter Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: MJ, Ned, Harry Osborn, Flash (Mentioned), Tony Stark (Mentioned), Harry's dad (Mentioned), Jason (OC), and Britney (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 4,056

Warnings: This is a long one, Reader wears a dress to prom, Reader's date ditches them, nervousness, anxiety, crying, mentions of spiking the punch bowl, MJ might be addicted to coffee, and slight angst

"I can't believe Jason asked you to prom," MJ said, sitting on your bed as you were in your closet, trying to find a good outfit for the next day.

Your excited laughter was muffed a bit as you answered, "Yeah! I can't either. He just came up to me after class and asked me." You left the closet with your clothing and sat down at your desk, placing them on your desk.

"He's so sweet!" You gushed.

"Didn't you want Peter to ask you?" She asked suddenly.

You weren't expecting that.

Feeling your face flush, you turned to look away. "Well... yeah. But, I don't think he wants to go with me. You've seen me, I tried to give off hints but he ignored them."

MJ hummed and looked off, staring at your Star Wars poster.

"You haven't thought that maybe he is just way too shy for his own good and has no idea how to talk to girls?"

You shrugged, feeling frustrated.

"I don't know, he speaks to you just fine."

That made MJ snort, "You're such a nerd, Y/N. I can tell he's into you from the way he looks at you sometimes."

You blushed again, but it didn't matter.

"It doesn't matter anymore anyway. Jason asked me, and I said yes. So..." You trailed off.

"So what?" MJ asked as she got up, walking over to you.

"Jason asked me to prom, and I'm going," you stated. "But, I can't help but wonder if Peter could have asked me instead of Jason."

MJ patted you on the shoulder. "You could've asked Peter to go with you."

You looked at her as if she was insane.

"No! I couldn't do that! I would've totally messed up and looked like a freak."

She laughed, "Yeah. But, he'd say yes anyway."

You huffed, looking at your phone. It was getting late.

MJ smiled sadly, changing the subject, "So what are we going to do tomorrow?" She looked over at you with big eyes.

You giggled, "Well, since we were both asked to prom, I thought you and I could go out and dress shop. Prom is a week away."

She nodded, "Sounds like fun, but I am not wearing a dress."

You just nodded, "Yeah, I know, but also you're my best friend, and you give honest answers."

MJ smiled as she rolled her eyes, "So you just want me to come because I'll tell you what dress looks good on you or not?" She asked and you huffed.

"Yeah, but also because it'll be a cool girls' day. I'll get you a coffee for the trouble."

"Okay."

~~~

"Do you think I should do it?" Peter muttered, mostly to himself, but Ned heard him.

"Do what, dude?" He asked, trying to pay attention in class.

"Ask her to prom?" Peter spoke, hushed so he wouldn't get caught.

"Ask who?" Ned asked and Peter rolled his eyes.

"Dude, Y/N. I want to ask her to prom. I've been chickening out for way too long. Prom is next week." Peter whispered, quickly looking towards you to see if you noticed.

You hadn't.

"What? No way! You haven't talked to her about it?" Ned gasped.

"Not really, man. I mean, I did try to hint at it earlier today, but she's still clueless."

Ned looked at Peter with wide eyes, "Dude, I thought you had already asked her."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, "No... I didn't. I would've told you. What made you think I did?"

"Oh, well, she's been pretty happy all week. I mean, if you didn't, it's 'cause you're way too shy, man."

"No, that's not it." Peter shook his head. "I'm just too nervous."

Ned rolled his eyes this time. "That's like the same thing."

Peter looked back to you, well the back of your head. Resting his hand on his cheek, and with half-lidded eyes, he continued to stare and daydream. Until he thought of something. Turning to Ned beside him, he spoke to his friend again.

"Wait, she has been pretty happy this week."

Ned nodded, "Yeah, surprised that you haven't noticed." He spoke sarcastically.

"Do you think someone asked her already?" Peter asked worriedly.

"Maybe." Ned shrugged. "It's more likely that some guy asked her. You know... Someone who didn't wait until the last minute."

"Ugh," Peter groaned, running a hand through his hair, "How do I ask her then?"

Ned gave him a look, "Um, ya don't. She's probably already got a date."

"Oh, no, she hasn't. There's no way." Peter argued.

"And why is that?" Ned smirked.

Peter sighed, "Because I haven't asked her yet."

Ned sputtered a laugh, "You're not the only guy in the school, Peter."

"But I want to be!" Peter whined, "I want to go to prom with her."

"I bet you do, man." Ned agreed, "But you can't just ask her out, it doesn't work that way."

Peter sighed, pouting, "I always thought I would go to prom with her." He mumbled disheartened.

Ned nodded, "Yep, you've said this many times, Peter." But, Peter ignored him.

"I wanted to dress up nice, buy her favorite flowers and a churro, get down on one knee and ask her; and I would've' said-"

"Y/N, I've known you since middle school, you're my best friend, and I love you. I've loved you since forever and I can't imagine anyone else as my date. Will you go with me to prom?" Ned spoke,saying it along with Peter.

"Yep, original. Not like you found most of that on Tik Tok." Ned mumbled.

"Only 30% of my speech was from Tik Tok. The rest was from the heart." Peter declared.

Ned rolled his eyes and grabbed Peter by the shoulders. "You're whipped, man."

How no one in class saw this was weird. Not even the teacher did.

Peter scoffed, "I'm not whipped."

"Yes, you are." Ned retorted.

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh," Ned replied.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you're the only person who thinks I'm whipped." Peter mused.

Ned snickered, "MJ does too."

"I'm not whipped!" Peter repeated, "Y/N isn't whipped. She's smart, beautiful, and funny. She's everything. No one is whipped."

"Are you sure about that?" Ned questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Peter just stared at Ned, "I've known her for years. Of course, I know that she is the best person in the whole world with a literal heart of gold."

"Oh, really." Ned countered, "I was asking if you were sure you weren't whipped."

"I'm not whipped, alright?" Peter growled at his friend.

Ned rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright."

~~~

"What about this one?" You asked, stepping out of the changing room.

MJ crossed her arms and stared at the dress.

"I don't know. That seems kind of... Boring." MJ commented.

You shrugged, "It's cute, I guess. I mean, it's not like my favorite."

"My favorite was white with a little blue on it," MJ continued, "but I think you'd look good in that. Plus, it's simple."

"Simple isn't bad." You agreed.

You looked down at the dress on you, it was a light green. Nothing too crazy. The top part was tight and hugged your body, while the skirt part flowed out, making you look curvier than you actually were.

"Well?" MJ nudged, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I'll try on another one." You said before going back into the dressing room.

MJ looked around the dress shop as she waited, gazing across the room with a sort of bored look, she stopped. Her eyes stopped on a dress. Standing up and walking over quickly, she checked for your dress size and pulled it from the rack.

Rushing over, MJ knocked on the door, before tossing the dress over the top of the room. Hearing your shriek, she smiled.

"Try this one on!" She spoke, before sitting back down.

"Any particular reason why, MJ?"

MJ shrugged, "You'll look nice in it."

You held the dress in your hands, running your fingers against the fabric. Following the sequences with the tips of your fingers, you noticed how they formed dainty webs. It reminded you of a certain someone.

"What do you think?" You asked, putting your hands on your hips as you stepped out of the room.

MJ looked up, eyes widening. "That looks amazing on you, hon."

Freezing, you bit your lip. She must have been telling you the truth, with the tone in her voice.

"Really?" You asked timidly, looking down at the dress.

MJ nodded, "It does look amazing. You look amazing."

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "I mean, I have a feeling why you picked this one out."

MJ took a step closer to you, "Of course I do, but this one makes you look... Like a goddess."

You smirked, "Spider Goddess?"

MJ giggled, "Whatever you want to call yourself, I still think you look great."

"Thanks, MJ," You said, giving her a hug.

"Now, I know you want a tiara or something, I'll find you one. Go get changed."

You nodded and went back into the changing room, looking at yourself in the mirror, you smiled a bit. You did look beautiful. Gently caressing the dress's skirt, your smile widened ever-so-slightly. It was a red dress, it was a deep dark red, almost maroon, with a black sheer overlay. The outer layer had a small sequin spider web design. You hugged your waist, flowing out and ending at just below mid-calf. The top was a tight, fitted turtleneck, and the sleeves were a sheer plain black fabric.

The dress reminded you of Peter. You found out that he was Spiderman only a year after he became the superhero.

Changing back into your regular clothes, you grabbed the reject dresses on one arm and your winner dress on the other and stepped out.

Pulling out the chosen tiara, MJ placed it onto your head and smiled.

"There," she said, patting you on the shoulder. "All done."

"Will this even go with the dress?" You asked, taking the tiara off your head to observe it.

MJ hummed and shook her head, grabbing the tiara. "Nah, just wear that cute spider web necklace you never take off."

"Don't hate on the necklace, Peter gave it to me." You defended.

MJ grinned, "Oh, so that's why you never take it off." She teased.

"I have my reasons," You huffed.

"Well, whatever makes you feel better," MJ joked, "Just make sure you bring your lucky charm prom night. Let's buy the dress now, I want a caramel macchiato, double espresso, no whipped cream."

~~~

"Who do you think she's going with?" Peter asked Ned at lunch the next day, watching as you got in the lunch line.

"I don't know. I'm not a genie."

Peter sighed, "Genie's give wishes, not infinite knowledge."

Ned sighed back, "Well, I'm sorry. But, I have no idea who she is going with."

Peter sighed, "Why don't you ask her?"

"Why would I ask her?" Ned asked and Peter shrugged.

"'Cause that's weird." Ned answered and Peter just sighed again, poking at the mashed potatoes on his tray.

"Why don't you ask her?" Ned asked, sighing.

"'Cause that's weird."

"Exactly."

MJ took her seat across from Peter, placing her tray down on the table in front of her.

"She's going with Jason." She spoke, startling Peter.

"Jason? Are you serious? He's a jerk." Peter spat, taking a bite of his food.

MJ rolled her eyes, "I know. But, Y/N is really happy about this, so don't freaking ruin this for her, okay losers." She threatened, glaring at both Ned and Peter.

"Fine." Peter muttered under his breath, eating his food.

"Yeah, fine," Ned mumbled.

MJ smiled at them, "Thank you, now Parker, you should have asked her... If you're so worried about who had asked her in the first place." She spoke.

"How did you know that I wanted to know?" Peter asked skeptically, and MJ just shrugged.

"Oh, you know. You and Ned are not that quiet." She mumbled.

Peter blinked, "Huh?"

"Hey, guys!" You greeted as you walked over, taking your spot next to Peter. Turning to look at Peter, you smile.

"Hi, Peter. How has your day been?" You asked, reaching out and booping his nose.

He smiled back, "It's been... Fine." He said, booping your nose back.

"And Ned?" You questioned, looking at him.

Ned rolled his eyes, "You guys are so weird."

You sighed, frowning slightly, "Just because we boop each other's noses doesn't make us weird. It's just how we greet each other sometimes."

"Yeah, we've done it since seventh grade." Peter agreed.

Ned sighed, biting his sandwich.

"Did you ask Flash to prom?" You asked Ned, who shrugged.

"No."

"Why not?" You asked, tilting your head.

"He's already going with someone. I'm just gonna go by myself or something."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilted your head to the side slightly. "Can't you and Peter go as friends together?"

Ned shook his head, "Nah, don't want to be a third wheel."

You quickly turn towards Peter, "You have a date?" You asked surprised.

Peter's face grew red. "I... I do. I do have a date to prom."

You stared at him, you didn't think he would lie to you about that. But, you couldn't help but feel sad. Peter probably asked this other person out instead of you.

"Wow, well I am proud of you Pete." You announced, quietly applauding him. "Not many people get asked to their senior prom."

MJ saw the hidden meaning behind your words.

"Thank you, Y/N. Are you going with someone?" Peter asked, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I'm going with Jason." You replied and Peter nodded, before turning to his food to poke it some more.

He lost his appetite.

"Who are you going with, MJ?" Peter asked, trying to hide his pain.

"I'm going with Harry." MJ replied bluntly.

"Who?" Peter asked, eyes widening.

MJ rolled her eyes, "Don't act stupid, Peter."

"Oh yeah," Peter said, "Harry's the guy who's on the football team and his dad is basically the richest man around, besides Mr. Stark."

MJ nodded, "Yup. And he treats me real right. I get all the caramel macchiatos I want."

"So, what's the deal?" Peter asked, "I thought you were going with your boyfriend."

"He is my boyfriend, doofus." She deadpanned.

"O… Oh." Peter stammered.

As lunch slowly came to a close, you stood up, taking a hold of your empty tray.

"Well, I'll see y'all later. See ya, Pete!" You spoke, before leaving the cafeteria.

~~~

It was prom night. What you have been dreaming about ever since you watched High School Musical. MJ was over, also getting ready. She was wearing a nice blacksuit, with a sequined black top underneath, black kitten heels, and a black choker. Her hair was in a messy bun, with a red ribbon holding it in place. She was doing your hair, making sure it looked perfect.

You sat with your eyes closed at your desk as she worked, already in your dress. Nervously, you fidgeted with the sheer outer layer of the dress, tracing around the spiderweb details. You were excited, but nervous, and anxious. You were everything under the sun really. You didn't know how to truly feel. Excited? Happy? But, nervous? Definitely yes.

"Hon, your hair looks great," MJ spoke up, finishing your hair.

Opening your eyes, you looked at your hair. MJ had put it up in a bun, letting your baby hairs frame your face. You thought it was cute.

"Thank you, MJ." You smiled, pulling your chair back.

"Are you ready to go?" MJ asked and you nodded, slipping on your black flats.

Heading down the stairs, your parents grabbed a quick picture of you before you and MJ hopped into her car and drove off the school.

~~~

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" MJ asked as you stood by your locker near the gym, you could feel the loud music rumble through the ground beneath you.

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah, he said he'd meet me here. He just might be late." You spoke, getting worried.

MJ frowned and nodded before leaving towards the gym, hooking arms with Harry at the entrance.

"Is she doing alright?" Harry asked MJ, leaning down to her ear so she could hear him.

She nodded, "Yeah, Jason might not show though. Might have to spend some time helping tonight." She spoke and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, that's alright. As long as I get at least one dance."

Back at your locker, you leaned against it, staring at your phone. A knot formed in the pit of your stomach, making you feel sick. Jason wasn't answering your texts, or the one time you even called him. shutting your eyes, you leaned your head against your locker with a sigh, feeling your eyes well up with tears. You tried to keep them at bay. Feeling your phone buzz, you quickly looked back down, a smile growing on your face; full of hope.

But that quickly dropped.

Jason: Hey, sorry, taking Britney instead of you.

You frowned and texted him back.

You: Why?

Jason: I don't have to give you a reason.

You felt tears stream down your cheeks as the phone fell out of your hands, catching it in your hands before it dropped onto the ground.

Jason: It's nothing personal.

You sniffled and wiped at your cheek.

You: You're an asshole! Don't talk to me again.

Jason: Fine, bye XD.

Loud music filled the air as you stormed away from your locker, speed walking towards the main doors. You were so fed up with everything, you didn't care if MJ drove you. You would walk home. Wiping your eyes, you quietly sobbed, covering your mouth with your free hand. You hated yourself for falling for that bullcrap. You were so in your own misery, you didn't notice someone was in front of you until you bumped into them.

Peter turned around, pausing his conversation with Ned. Seeing you, crying beside him, having run into him accidently. Red lights and a siren blared in his mind when he saw you crying. Quickly, he placed his hands on your shoulders, eyes full of worry. He also couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked in your dress.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked softly.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes, but they wouldn't stop.

Turning to Ned, he gestured for him to go in without him. Ned nodded, and walked off, leaving you two alone.

"Why are you crying?" Peter asked, lifting your head gently, trying to look into your eyes.

You shrugged your shoulders, sniffling. "I just..." You coughed and Peter reached out, cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead.

"It's okay, you're safe."

You knew you were safe.

But you weren't okay.

Wiping your oncoming tears, Peter shushed you gently, "Is there anything I can do?"

You sniffed, "Just... Just hold me." You mumbled, looking down at your feet.

Tightening his hold around you, Peter led you to the nearest bench, sitting down with you on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

"What's wrong?" He cooed.

You hiccupped, "Prom."

Peter stiffened, "What did that jerk do?"

You shifted in his arms, "He said he was going with someone else, so he wasn't going with me. And then he basically told me to leave him alone."

Peter squeezed you tight, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to beat him up on the next patrol?"

You laughed half-heartedly and shook your head. "No, no. It's fine."

Peter hummed, resting your head on his chest, he rested his chin on the top of your head, looking at the bright sky with hard eyes. He wasn't sure if he was going to listen to you and not beat the crap out of Jason or ignore you and beat him anyway. He sighed, placing his thumb on your chin, making you look up at him.

"Peter?" You whispered, seeing the look in his eyes, it reminded you of the look he had when he went after Uncle Ben's murderer.

Peter took your hand and kissed your knuckles, before interlacing his fingers with yours. He loved the way your fingers fit perfectly in his.

"Why don't you go to prom with me instead?" He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows, sniffling.

"But, what about your date?" You asked and Peter smiled shyly, embarrassed.

"I didn't have one. I just said I did cause I was the only one who didn't have one." Peter chuckled, rubbing your hand soothingly with the pad of his thumb.

"Ned didn't have anyone either." You spoke and Peter nodded.

"Whatever. Point is, I wanted to ask you to prom, but I was too shy to do it."

Your smile widened. "You did?"

"Yup." Peter answered with a nod. "It's not how I would've asked you, but..."

Helping you off his lap, Peter bent down on one knee, holding your hand.

"Y/N L/N, will you go to prom with me? Will you be my date?" Peter asked, smiling up at you.

You grinned widely, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug, "Yes, Peter! Yes, yes, yes!!"

Peter stood up, spinning you around in his arms before landing you softly back on the ground, pulling back, you noticed how close the two of you were. Peter also noticed, his heartbeat quickening.

"I wanted you to ask me." You whispered, looking in Peter's eyes as you kept your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"really?" He asked, and you nodded.

"I have been waiting ever since I met you." You admitted, squeezing him tight. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship by asking you first and getting rejected."

"I would never have rejected you." He said, "I wish I wasn't such a chicken. Then you wouldn't have been in this situation."

You frowned slightly, "You're not a chicken, Peter. You save so many people. Your bravery shows through, even when you're scared."

Peter bit his lip, he blushed, "Thanks." He said softly.

Peter's eyes glanced down to your lips, and back up to your eyes. You licked your lips nervously, doing the same. Peter brought a hand up and cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. The two of you stared at each other, their breaths becoming faster.

"Can I..?" Peter muttered, and you nodded.

"Yes."

He felt like he was about to explode. You brought your lips closer, and then Peter closed the gap between the two of you, kissing your lips softly, you responded back, grabbing the collar of his suit jacket with your hands. Peter's body pressed against yours, his hands gliding up your sides, grasping your waist. The two of you broke off the kiss, panting slightly. You and Peter kept your eyes closed, smiling. Peter leaned forward, nuzzling his nose with yours, making you giggle.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look yet?" Peter mumbled against your lips.

You giggled, pulling back slightly, "No, I don't think so."

"Well, you are," Peter smirked, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "And, I see you had some inspiration."

"MJ helped me pick it out. And, you look quite handsome as well." You smiled at him, and Peter grinned.

"Thank you, Ned helped me pick it out." Peter giggled.

"Well, Spidey, do you want to go? I think Ned and MJ might think that we got kidnapped or something if we don’t go in soon." You spoke, tucking your arm in his as you two began your walk inside.

Peter laughed, "Either that or Ned is dabbing to a song that is undabable and MJ is spiking the punch bowl."

You chuckled, nodding. "Yep, that's another reason we should get in there. MJ shouldn't spike the punch alone." You joked.

"I love you." Peter spoke, simply admiring you.

"I love you too." You replied, bringing your hand up to his cheek, kissing his cheek before walking off with him to the dance.

The night was full of dancing, laughing, and talking with friends. Definitely a perfect night, and a night to remember.

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sparklingsad · 3 years ago

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[ TR BOYS WITH YOU AT PROM! ] part 1

HCs + drabble ft. Baji, Chifuyu, & Mitsuya

Click here for part 2 (ft. Mikey, Draken, & Nahoya)

a/n: is this a drabble? is this a headcanon? idk? i am also confused :'))) apologies to everyone. I hope you have fun my little sparkles ✨✨

p.s: i've been dying to publish this since i went a bit of inactive but yeah uni's really getting tougher so here! have some of my drafts while i am gone for a while :')) i will answer all asks once time is much more available to me :))

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baji keisuke

He definitely does not like the idea of prom. Wearing suits, being all formal, dancing on the center floor -- nope, nope, nope.

But he'll go anyway. Probably because it's either you begged them to, OR his mom asked him to go (he cannot make his mom sad you guys know that >:(( )

He said he doesn't like to attend but the guy will probably show up more fancy and dazzling than you >:(( (come on, imagine him in that Osaka valentine's promo poster)

"What are you looking at," he will snarkily ask you.

"You trying to steal the spotlight or something?" you raise your eyebrows at him (though you're also so surprised he would look this amazing <3 you love it ofc)

"Nope, you asked me to. Now I'm here, why are you mad?!" he will say, annoyed. But his face is blushing because he's too shy to show up like that.

People will be SO BAMBOOZLED AT THIS PRETTY MAN

Everyone will think that they have never seen a man this pretty at school how come someone like him is at prom night?

CAN BE THE PROM KING, ikyk guys

When he wins and is called to the stage he is a blushing mess.

He is too shy to ask you to dance but will ask you anyway.

It is actually near the night’s end and he hasn’t asked you to dance yet. You’re not mad. No. Just a bit frustrated.

You're waiting all night for the part where you got to dance on the dance floor. You know Baji's a bit shy and all, but you still wanted to have a slow dance with him.

But when it's nearly at that portion, he received a call.

"Hey y/n, it's Mikey," he said slowly and carefully.

"Yeah?" you replied, asking him innocently.

"He--" he's struggling with his words.

"He--"

"Well.. Do you mind if I go out for a while he really needs my help and I--" Baji started rambling about how he needs to help Mikey and then you stop him.

"Kei," you called his name, firm and you took a deep breath.

"It's alright," you said with a small smile, although you can feel your heart break a little that he's suddenly leaving, you know how important Mikey is to him and you know Mikey will do the same.

You started yourself again "Kei, it's alright," you said more assuringly this time.

"But y/n--" he said squeezing your hands into his.

You looked at him in the eye and said "Just don't forget about me, 'kay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I won't, I won't. I promise," he said before trapping you into a tight hug.

"I'll be right back before the whole thing ends!," he said looking back at you as he jogs towards the exit.

Or so you thought

It's already 11:20 pm and he's not yet back at the venue. The event officially ends at 11:30 pm and there are just a few people left including you -- sitting on your seat, scrolling through your phone, waiting for Baji to finally tell you he's on his way back.

Shit.

It's already 11:35 pm, when Baji's started rushing back to the venue hoping you're still there.

When he's alighted from his Goki, he ran and hurriedly went inside just to see you in the lobby, palm to your chin and eyes lost looking through the glass wall.

"Y/n," he said, panting and hands to his knees.

"Oh Kei you're--" without any word he grabs you by the hand and leads you outside, handing you his spare helmet.

"What? Where? Huh?" you continue to rain your questions to him but you follow what he asks you to do anyway.

"Let's go," he said and proceeded to start his bike.

While on his ride, you can feel the wind gust through your face and it's a bit chilly, but keeping your arms around his waist is enough to keep you warm.

Although you have no idea where this could lead, you just enjoyed his company and the moment where you can be so close to him.

"Hey, Kei," you said, your words a bit muffled with the wind running against you.

"Yeah?" he said eyes fixated on the road, and his hair dancing with the wind.

"Where are we going?" you finally ask him, lifting your head up and gazing at the side of his face.

"You'll see," he said with a smile on his face.

After a few more minutes, you've finally stopped at your destination.

"Musashi Shrine?" you asked when you've finally take a look at your surroundings.

"You have a meeting this late?" You try to clarify but he's just reached his hands to you as he started to go up the stairs.

"Nah. Just come with me," he said, flashing you his brightest smile.

When you have arrived in from of the shrine, you can see a few lanterns and candles lit illuminating the area.

"Kei? What's going on?" you asked him, scanning your eyes around.

"You like it?" he asked as he stood behind you, chin on top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You were speechless and all you could do was to turn your head around and look at him.

He looks into your eyes with a soft gaze and gave a small sigh.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ditched my date like that and ask Chifuyu to prepare something stupid like this,"

"Y-you ask 'Fuyu?" you said, finding his words unbelievable.

"Yeah. I kinda figured out I couldn't make it back in time to you so.." you can feel his grip tightening, feeling his guilt from what he did.

"I-it's alright, I understand," you responded.

"Y/n," he called you.

You felt him loosen his touch, and turned you around to him, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips and pulled away.

"I love you," he said, eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

chifuyu matsuno

He would love to go to the prom! He thinks it's some way to bond and whatnot so he would love to attend with you!

Though he wouldn't do much to change his appearance, his hair will still be on an undercut and a piercing on his left ear, he looks all cute and handsome in that suit and tie! (Remember that one future Takemichi hopped into and timeskip, chifuyu was there? yeah that but make him younger)

TAKES A LOOOT OF PHOTOS. As in A LOT. When he gets to your house to pick you up? Photos. When you guys got to the venue? Photos. You guys sitting together at the table while the program goes on? Photos. You eating beside him at the dinner table? Photos. You came across some friends? Photos. (He can practically make a photo album after the event)

He will be the one to initiate to dance! He'd love to vibe at those not-so-slow dance songs! He'd be all goofy and dancey and just gave fun with you on the dance floor! He wouldn't mind the others, he just wants to feel all giddy with you!

"Come on! Move it y/n!" he will call you, all smiles, pulling you to the dance floor.

"B-but," you say hesitantly as he leads you there.

"Don't worry about them, I got you," he says, squeezing your hand a bit before giving you a reassuring smile.

Although you enjoyed dancing with him, you kinda felt disappointed when he led you back at the table when the slow songs were playing. Even if you enjoyed earlier, you still wanted to slow dance with him.

So when you saw him waiting for you outside the powder room, you were surprised.

"Oh, 'Fuyu.." you said with a melancholic voice, straightening your gown as you move towards him.

"What are you doing here?" you continue to ask.

"I've been waiting for you. Come with me!" and without any word, he held you by the wrist and started walking,

"H-hey!", you said a bit struggling to follow him in your heels, "Wait a minute! Where are we--" you suddenly stopped when you saw where he led you.

"Tada!" he said, full of enthusiasm.

"I found this balcony while I was looking for the restroom, and I saw how pretty the moon looks like tonight, so I wanted to dance with you here," he says eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

You just look at him, surprised at his words.

"What? You thought I'd let down the brightest star tonight?" one hand on your waist, one hand on your shoulder.

You both know you'd dance the night away.

mitsuya takashi

He will definitely go! He thinks that prom is a vital part of high school soo he would definitely want to go for the experience!

Also, he wants to see people dressed in nice suits and dresses and all that pretty prom aesthetic.

When he picks you up at home, he will definitely look for a car to use as not to ruin your look. When he sees you he will definitely complement how you look like and your chosen dress perfectly frames your body.

He would definitely craft his own suit and tie and anyone who sees him will have their jaw dropped. You included.

What he wears will include intricate embroidery, which he worked on for weeks. He emanates this designer vibe when he enters the venue looking so sleek and classy. Everyone just swooned for him in that instant. He's like a god gracing everyone's presence.

He will be very gentlemanly when he’s interacting with you the whole night.

He will open the doors for you, assist you when sitting down, holds your hand when walking, make sure your clothes don’t get stepped, etc., etc.

It has been a good night and everything has been going well, but when it was reaching the peak of the night Mitsuya suddenly got a call from his mom.

It was Luna. She was sent to the hospital because she caught a high fever she needed to be hospitalized for the night and no one will look after Mana so he had to go home.

“Y/n,” he says softly, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I’m sorry but I have to—,” you cut him off before he can even conclude his sentence.

“It’s all good!” You said, waving two hands in front of him “don’t worry. Just take me with you, will you?” You said, flashing him a warm smile.

“B-but, y/n…” he says, a worried look on his fave appeared due to your sudden offer.

“What? Let’s go home now ‘Tsuya, I’m pretty sure Mana’s gonna get lonely alone,” you pout.

You gripped on his wrist and proactively leas him outside as you both proceed to a car to go straight to his home.

When you got home, Mitsuya immediately checked on his little sister and went to her room.

“She’s sound asleep,” he said as he walks out of his sister’s room.

“Yeah? That’s good. I’m sure she’ll worry about Luna if she knew she’s gone,” you trail off as you scroll through your phone in the living room.

“Hey, y/n,” Mitsuya suddenly called you.

“Hm?” You hum in response.

“Can you look after Mana inside the room for a while I’ll just get something,” he said.

“Oh, yeah sure,” you say, straightening your dress as you walk inside the girl’s room.

“Be right back in a while,”

You didn’t mind that Mitsuya asked you to look after his sister because you’ve always helped him out at home whenever you can. So you did, just like you always do.

After about half an hour you suddenly heard the door open.

“Y/n, can you come here for a second?” Mitsuya asks.

“Yeah sure. Hold on,”

And just as when he leads you to the living room, he has set up several candles, he’s adjusted the lights and slow soft music was playing in the background.

“‘Tsuya..” you said, surprised by his gesture.

He didn’t say anything back, but he gently grabbed you by the waist and put another hand over your shoulder, and started swaying with you.

You didn’t say anything to him, but you leaned your head to his chest.

"Sorry you have to put up with this," he said as you dance together

You only hum in response to assure him that it didn't bother you.

"I don't mind being anywhere as long as I'm with you," you said, smiling against his chest,

"I thought so," he chuckles.

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oikawaplssteponme · 4 years ago

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PART 4 | previously: part 3 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, mention of violence but there isn’t any

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi friends!! okay so this part is a little longer but it’s important for what’s to come ;) because i just couldn’t help myself, there’s a little song reference in there, hopefully you catch it,, maybe it’s important *wink wink* anyways, taglist is open so just lmk if you’d like to be added 🖤 enjoy xx

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Four: it’s what’s on the inside that counts

It’s been over 2 weeks since your fight with Bakugou. The two of you haven’t spoken since, leaving your classmates a bit nervous. You were stubborn and so was he. The only problem was, neither of you really remembered why you were fighting in the first place. You two fought often, that was obvious, but something about this last fight felt different. As if you and Bakugou genuinely wanted to hurt each other. In the past, it was mainly for your own satisfaction just to fight someone. You and Bakugou had disliked each other for so long that you couldn’t even think of a solid reason for why you hated him. You soon came to realize that you barely knew anything about Katsuki Bakugou...and that bothered you.

“LISTEN UP! Prom tickets will be on sale after school today in the common area. You can also buy them at the door but just know they’ll cost more. So I recommend you have your money ready and get in line early because I only have a certain amount for presale. Thank you that’s all!” You announced to your class. “Oh and pass this information onto the other classes please!”

You hopped down from the desk where you were standing and brushed your skirt down.

“Do you need help setting up?” asked Deku. You looked over at Bakugou, who was supposed to be helping you but since the two of you weren’t on speaking terms, that wasn’t really an option.

“Uh sure that’d be great,” you said.

“I’ll lend a hand as well,” chimed in Iida. You laughed.

“Guys all I need help with is moving a table and a few boxes,” you explained.

“We are happy to help!”

You, Deku, and Iida set up the ticket selling table. You placed the poster of the dance in front of the table. Izuku grabbed the box of tickets and looked through them.

“Y/N did you make these?” He asked. Your face got warm.

“Uh yeah, it’s not a big deal though,” you insisted.

“It’s excellent artistic work Y/N! You should be proud!” smiled Iida.

“Yeah it’s super cool!”

“Thanks guys,” you gushed. You sat down at the table and pulled out your notebook and pen.

“Alright! Who wants the honor of buying the first ticket?”

“You should, after all you planned the dance,” said Deku. You smiled.

“I guess you’re right.” You picked up the first ticket, wrote your name next to the #1 spot in your notebook, and put your money in the cash box.

“Okay. Who’s next?”

The line of people never seemed to end. You got in the groove of writing down their name, number, and putting away the money pretty quickly.

“Hey Momo! Uh you’re number 35,” you said to your classmate.

“Thanks, here you go!” She smiled, handing you the money.

“Y/N!!” cheered Mina, “wait is this the theme?” Mina pointed to the design on the tickets.

“Uh yeah it is,” you smiled.

“‘My Emotions Feel Like Explosions When You’re Around’,” read aloud Deku.

“I LOVE IT!! It’s super cute and honestly I would expect nothing less from you and Bakugou!”

Right. Bakugou.

“Uh yeah. I'm excited to see how it turns out once we get all the decorations.”

“Do any of you have dates yet?” asked Denki as he paid.

“Wow Denki is that your only concern?” laughed Jirou.

“I haven’t even thought about that,” said Iida.

“Planning on asking anyone?” You asked aloud.

“I am…” mumbled Deku.

“Wow Izuku wonder who?” said Kirishima sarcastically.

“Who are you gonna ask, Deku?” You asked. No one said anything. You turned around and saw all your friends staring at you.

“What…it was just a question…”

“Wait, you're like genuinely asking?” laughed Denki, “I thought it was obvious.” Deku hit Denki’s arm.

“It’s fine, it will be better if it’s a surprise anyway,” said Deku.

“Do you want someone to ask you, Y/N?” asked Sero, handing you his money. You put the cash in a box.

“I honestly don’t care. I wasn’t even planning on going to Prom before Aizawa forced me to plan it,” you admitted.

“Well we are all glad you’ll be there,” smiled Iida.

Your friends had all gone back to their dorms after a bit. There were still about 20 people in line for tickets and you were exhausted.

“Cafeteria closes soon dumbass,” said someone. You whipped around. You groaned.

“Well Katsuki, I’m kinda busy if you can’t tell,” you huffed.

“Go eat. I’ll finish up here,” he said. Your eyes grew.

“Wait what-”

“Go on, you only have 15 minutes before they close dinner. I've got this,” he insisted. You got up from your chair.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“It can’t be that hard if you figured it out.”

You rolled your eyes

“Whatever. Just pick up when you’re done.” You began to walk down to the cafeteria.

Two weeks of not talking to me and that’s all he has to say?

“Grabbing some dinner?” called Iida behind you. You smiled.

“Yeah , Bakugou is finishing up the ticket sale.”

“Nice. I’ll join you.”

“Thanks Iida.”

“Cold soba?” questioned Iida, “You never get your soba cold.” You looked down at your tray of food.

“I guess Todoroki converted me,” you joked. Iida raised a brow.

“Alright Y/N, what is it? We both know you hate cold food,” he said. You picked at your soba.

“I’m fine honestly,” you mumbled.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Bakugou, would it?” You whipped your head to look at Iida.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“That’s more like it!” He smiled. You chuckled.

“Well would it?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I guess this whole dance is stressing me out. Bakugou and I haven’t been very productive lately ,” you admitted. Iida sighed.

“Well this might be a stretch but you could try to make peace with him.” You groaned.

“I’m not making peace with that angry pomeranian until he apologizes.”

“Why can’t you just apologize?”

“BECAUSE I-I, I don’t know. My own stupid pride I guess.”

“You two need to overcome your differences eventually. Who knows, you guys might have more in common than you think,” smiled Iida.

“You’re the worst, you know that,” you joked.

“Wait really?”

“Iida…”

After dinner, you laid in your dorm room, staring up at the ceiling. You knew you should get some of the planning done but you also would rather just forget about the stupid dance. After about 10 minutes of contemplating, you headed down to the basement.

As you walked down the stairs, you remembered that Bakugou still had your notebook. You went down anyway, hoping to get some work done on your laptop instead. Much to your surprise, the door was propped open. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what could be behind the door.

“Hey Bakugou…” your voice trailed off as you saw that no one else was in the room.

He must’ve left the door open so I wouldn’t ask him for the keys.

You set down your things and sat down on one of the tables. You pulled out your laptop.

“I figured I’d find you here,” A raspy voice said. You looked up to see none other than Katsuki Bakugou, holding your notebook.

“Oh hi. I just thought I’d get some work done,” you explained.

“How’d you get in?”

“Uh you left the door open,” you explained. Bakugou huffed. He took a seat at the same table as you, setting down your notebook.

“Here dumbass.” Bakugou threw something on you and it landed on your head.

“What the-” You grabbed the soft material off of your head. Your eyes grew.

“Katsuki-”

“You said I owed you a new shirt, so here it is,” he said. You looked at the brand new t-shirt, a smile on your face.

“Yeah well I didn’t think you’d actually buy me one…”

“I mean I did rip your other shirt pretty badly. I-uh-I’m sorry about that.” Your eyes widened.

“Did you just say you’re sorry?”

“Yeah and I’m not saying it again.” he huffed.

“Bakugou I’m sorry too,” you said. Bakugou tilted his head.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I guess for everything. Well, maybe not everything because I don’t regret kicking your ass for 3 years one bit but I am sorry for that fight the other day. I almost killed you,” you explained nervously.

“Key word ‘almost’. I guess I almost did too,” he joked. You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Here’s the thing Bakugou, I don’t know anything about you yet I hate you with every ounce of my body. I guess I want to hate you for a reason.”

“What the hell does that mean, nerd?” He questioned. Your face got warm.

“You know how they say, ‘it’s what’s on the inside that counts’? Well,I want to hate you for what’s on the inside,” you laughed. Bakugou raised a brow.

“And what about you? The only thing I know about you is that you’ve got a short temper and your shirts rip easily. I barely know you either…”

He was right. Probably the only person who knew anything remotely deep about you was Iida, and even that was still somewhat surface level. You didn’t pick UA to get too comfortable with your classmates, even if you were friends, since in the real world you would be competing for the number one Hero spot. Maybe that’s why most of them were intimidated by you.

You patted on the top of the table, hinting for Bakugou to sit with you. He groaned and joined you on the table.

“This is stupid,” he mumbled. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on just try. And just to clarify, we are doing this for research purposes only. I’m convinced by the end of this I’ll still want to rip your head off 24/7,” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Yeah I mean not like that could change.”

“Exactly. Okay so you first. What is it that makes Katsuki Bakugou a horrible pain in my ass?” You smiled sarcastically. Bakugou chuckled quietly.

“What do you want to know, dumbass?”

•

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whywasdumbbitchjuicealreadytaken · 4 years ago

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The Ballad Of [Y/N] Berry

(Bad guy sanses x female!reader)

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

You walk down the halls, clinging onto your boyfriend's- G sans's- arm as your "friends" followed not to far from you

Ooooohhh~

Down on your knees before the queen~

The bad guys had gone to [Universe] to check out a shape-able glitch. Since she hadn't been in any other universes, all she needed was a little shove to set her on the right path...

"[Y/N] Berry was a popular bitch. Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich~" Nightmare was reading what he knew about the glitch off to the bad sanses

That girl had everything, till hiccup and hitched; Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a crash (Am-pu-ta-ted)

Horror, raspberry, and dust were the first to observe you. Killer was supposed to be here but he was was still healing up after the initial crash that he had caused. Raspberry's eyes examined your body, he elbowed dust and pointed you out to him. He didn't bother with horror, seeing as he was already staring..

The nominations for prom royalty came,

You smirked to yourself, you knew you were going to win just like every other year

Our [Y/N]'s senior year, and queen was her claim...

You felt someone tap your shoulders. You spun around to see, it was fell and cross from your biology class. "don't worry sweetheart we'll vote for ya." Fell wink, cross energetically nadded as an agreement and the two walked away. "Uh.. thanks i guess?" You muttered.

Till gossip stirred, the student body would name Julie Jenkins, queen of prom. (Pi-ty-Vote)

You blinked in shock as you saw the votes and what people were saying. An arm around your waist pulled you into a taller figure

"[Y/N]," G sans said "Life is like a prom, i know you wont disappoint me and mom..?".

With that, he walked away. Your mother died in an accident when you were 6 and whenever you fail, you always felt as if you were disappointing her..

"You taste the silver [Y/N]? You taste the crown?" Your desk neighbor, Bill, asked you. You simply ignored him. You heard someone tap you desk and you look up to see Alisans(alistor sans..?)

"You thirst for blood from the roses in hand." He told you. You stood up. "May i be excused??". The teacher nodded and you left the class.

You spoil for stash and scepter, music to dance, as they crown you queen of highschool land~

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE, FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Your eyes widened to see red X's on your vote for [Y/N] posters

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You reported it to the principal then went about your day. Everything was normal until..

So obsessed our [Y/N] near lost her mind. To life Un-prom related, [Y/N] was blind.

Prom was getting to you. The pressure you were getting from G sans, your friends, and the constant feeling of someone watching you was driving you insane. Was worse, is it seems G was paying more attention to Julie then you..

She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind, Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie)

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

Soon [Y/N]'s sanity was hung by a thread, Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead.

Your eyes narrowed 'fine. I don't need them!' You huffed and sat in your seat next to cross in chemistry. Atleast you still had G. You saw your boyfriend looking at you. You smile at G, but it quickly faltered when he turned away and began talking to Julie. You felt your phone buzz

Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said: "I'm taking Julie to the senior Prom." (Love, love Julie)

Your heart dropped and you decided to confront him after class. "G," you said calmly "what the hell? Why are you taking julie??".

"[Y/N]" G said "why be so calm, theres just no future for a Princess of prom."

You sat at home, on the evening of prom, shakily putting on your eyeliner and black lipstick/ lip gloss. You tried to hold your smiled but you couldn't keep a smiled and hold back tears at the same time..

You taste the Silver [Y/N]! You taste the crown.

You watch as your tears, accompanied by long black tears slowly fell down your face

You thirst for blood from the roses in handYou spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, As they crown you Queen of High School Land.

You're smile faltered and you realize what must be done in order to be queen. You put on your blue flowy dress, it was off shoulder and had a slit in the left side.

Ooooh~

You walked downstairs and opened the front door to see Alisans, he handed you a hammer and kissed your hand then caressed your cheek. He handed you a rose and took you to G'S house.

Down on your knees before the queen~

You arrived at G's house found him walking towards his car, her ran up behind him and smashed a hole in the back if his skull.

Ooooooh~

You mercilessly stomped his head in and watched him turn to dust. But you weren't done.

Get on your knees before the queen~

You walked in front of the school and felt a hand grab your own. You looked up to see Bill, he winked and you smiled. He handed you a white rose and led you inside.

"$0m£ g!r|$ @r€ r@t!0^@| bUt [Y/N] ₩@$ ^0t"[translation: some gurks are rational, but [Y/N] was not]

Error told Nightmare with a smirk as the two watched. You had gone inside the bathroom.

She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought: There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got. And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot;

Bill had gave you rat poisoning, you dumped it in one of your "friend's" punch, her blood had gotten on your rose.

"P" is for Patricia, drinking poisoned punch

Fell had came up next to you and snaked an arm around your waist. He took you outside and gave you a rock, while you were scanning the area you spotted Raquel.

"R" is for Raquel, dashed on a rock (crunch)

Fell handed you a blood cover rose. Cross grabbed your hand and brought you out back. Anne was busy getting high. You picked up a nearby brick and bashed her brains in.

"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains

Cross kissed your cheek and handed you a blood rose like fell did. You went back inside where horror greeted you. You both went to a classroom, where you found Marianna. Horror showed you how to chop her up just right

And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains.

Horror pulled you into himself. He wrapped one arm around your waist and the other rested on your lower back. He swayed side to side in a sort of dancing motion. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder with your hands on his chest.

But!But!

Dust cleared his throat. Horror scoffed and stopped swaying, he handed you a blood covered rose and winked at you. You went over to dust and held his arm. He led you to the school pool you spotted another friend and you made you work quick.

"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool.

Dust gave you a bloody rose and took you to the kitched. In there, you helped raspberry chop up the body of Eunice.

"U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school

Raspberry gave you a rose and you left to find Julie..

But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops. A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops.(what a bitch)

You got your silver [Y/N], you got your crown

Nightmare placed a crown on your head

You got their blood on your roses in hand

Error gave you the roses using his strings

You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance,

The bad sanses all took turns dancing with you on stage

As you crowned you Queen of High School Land!

You watched them leave with a smile on your face, this is all you've ever wanted. This is all you could of ever hoped.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

God save the Queen...

Down on your knees before the Queen.

God save the Queen.

After about 30 minutes, you see flashing blue and red lights outside. You walk out, ready to accept your fate.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

The Queen of High School Land.

Down on your knees before the Queen.

The Queen of High School Land.

They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown

Your eyes widened as you watched them put the crown into an evidence bag "WAIT NO! STOP!" You cried as your dreams began to be taken away from you.

As they washed your bloody fingers and hands.

You weren't ready to go, you bit and scratched to the people who tried to wash you. They ended sedating you.

Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell, As you screamed,

"I'm the queen of highschool land!!" You screeched and ran into the door repeatedly. The doctors came back in and sedated you again. The next thing you knew, you were in the arms of nightmare

At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land.....

It had been several years, but you found julie. The boys[and Sunny] have been very affectionate and protective of you, Even error! Yeah I'll let that soak in.

Pity the dead! You're Queen of High School Land.

You began walking through the halls every sans you'd pass would sinister-ly grin.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

Everyone gathered in the throne room as you approached it, you were dragging a crying,screaming,pleading, and begging Julie behind you by her hair.

CHECK [Y/N]

CHOOSE [Y/N]

VOTE FOR [Y/N] BERRY

You walked in and error shut the doors. A series of screams,applause,and laughter were heard from the throne room not long after.

#the ballad of sara berry #songfic #sans x reader #bad guy sans #error x reader #spotify #horror x reader #nightmare x reader #dust x reader #cross x reader #raspberry x reader #bill sans x reader #fell x reader #alastor sans x reader #[y/n]#Sunny sans #g sans

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wellhellsbelles · 4 years ago

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Hii!! I'm so so glad you're back :3 your fanfics were truly my faves. I've had this idea for a fanfic where riley wants to ask farkle to prom but is too scared to do so, so she makes a deal with him that if no one asks them to prom, they'll go together, and something happens and riley has to confess that she wanted to go w/ him and asks him w/ a poster that says: you, me, prom?

ahhhh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff and thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy this little fic :)

“So, are ya gonna do it?”

Maya’s face pops up as soon as Riley’s shut her locker door, eyes sparkling in a puckish sort of way that can only mean trouble. Riley clutches her AP Literature textbook against her chest, a brow raised.

“No.”

Maya groans.

“You promised! You told me that today would be the day! You said, and I quote, “Maya, if I don’t do it on this date, you’re allowed to make me buy you something from my mom’s restaurant for a month.” Look, I even have proof of you holding up the calendar with the big red circle outlining today’s date!”

Riley’s best friend whips out her phone, swiping through pictures until she finds what she’s looking for. She holds it up as if it’s incriminating evidence, but Riley doesn’t much care—well, she does, because that picture she took is downright unflattering and should be deleted immediately.

“Let me see that,” Riley demands, and Maya hands her the phone, clawing at her when she trashes it.

“Hey!”

“No one needs to see that picture, Maya. I’m trying to forget what my haircut looked like at the beginning of the year.” She begins to walk off, trying desperately to ignore Maya’s prodding to no avail.

“Riley Matthews, are you going to chicken out? I thought Matthews don’t quit,” Maya says, grinning when it stops Riley in her tracks. “Ha! I got you there.”

Riley moves to make her rebuttal, but the warning bell rings to alert them that they need to be heading to their next class, so she simply rolls her eyes, waving goodbye to Maya as she heads in the opposite direction.

“We’re tabling this, Matthews! Don’t think I won’t let this slide!” Maya calls out. Riley shakes her head, sighing as the weight of anxiety starts to lift.

Yeah, she’s aware she’s a coward. But she’s not about to do it—there’s being brave, and there’s being absolutely idiotic, and if she did go through with it?

It’d change a lot.

She’ll take the chance of being a coward any day over spilling her guts.

Riley’s never been one to believe in coincidence, so when Farkle swings through her window effortlessly later that day, she can’t help but damn fate a little.

“Alright, you, me, AP Literature. Now,” he says, tossing his bag onto her floor and landing on her bed with a thud. Riley pushes her feelings way down inside her, swallows them until she’s able to pretend they’re nonexistent, and glances up at him.

“Why does it feel like all you ever come to me for anymore is AP Lit stuff?”

Farkle scoffs.

“Please, we had a horror movie marathon last weekend. Plus, I brought a bribe. You do still take bribes, right?” he asks, pulling out a bag of sour gummy worms.

“Your bribe has been accepted. Gimme,” she thrusts her hand out, making a grabbing motion. Farkle laughs giving her the bag. She tries to tear it open with her teeth when she can’t rip it with her hands, whooping triumphantly when it tears.

“Don’t hog those. I want some, too.”

Riley wants to tell him he could bugger off, but she knows that sentiment would be null and void. She’d rather give up an arm than force him out of her space, and if that meant sharing his gift of sour gummy worms, she would.

“Leave the—”

“Blue-red ones, I know,” he finishes cheekily, pulling a couple of yellow-red ones out and plopping them into his mouth.

“So, AP Lit?” she asks. Farkle pulls out his textbook and notebook, settling himself comfortably on the end of her bed.

“Am I allowed to say I don’t love poetry? Because this class makes me not a fan of poetry,” he says, nose curling as he reads a question, “Why aren’t there any good science poems?”

“There are, you just aren’t looking for them,” Riley tells him simply.

“Lies. Name one off the top of your head right now,” Farkle jibes, throwing a gummy worm at her.

“The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams. ‘I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.’ If I ever did get a tattoo, it’d be with that quote,” she answers, picking the gummy worm off herself and eating it. She looks back at Farkle, who remains . . . unconvinced.

“Pretty quote, still not interested in poetry. I think it’s the form.”

“Okay, what if I told you to look at the scientific method steps like a poem? Because it basically is. BOOM, exploded your mind with hot knowledge!”

“Riley, please. Don’t ruin science for me.”

Riley sticks her tongue out at him, gently kicking him in the thigh with her foot as she settled comfortably into against her pillows. She’s already finished her AP Lit homework, onto her AP Chemistry homework now, but she’s always ready to help Farkle when he needs it. The degree to which she’d drop everything for him, just for him, is downright . . .

Embarrassing.

But she’s learned to take it in stride. There’s something about his presence that always makes her feel a certain sort of way now, but she just reminds herself that this is Farkle, her best friend since she was five, and there’s nothing to be scared of.

Then Maya texts her, and she remembers what it is exactly she’d been fretting.

i know the minkus boy is at ur house!

he just sent me a snap of u

u look like ur having a midlife crisis on ur bed there

better fix that by

i dunno

ASKING HIM THE STUPID QUESTION

Riley shuts her phone off, tossing it to the side to return to her Chemistry textbook.

Chemistry! She’s supposed to be studying for chem, and she will not—it’s absolutely out of the question—say the question that’s in her head.

I thought Matthews’ don’t quit.

Damnit! Maya’s right, Matthews’ don’t quit.

They shouldn’t.

“Farkle?” she calls out to him, ignoring the way he’s mussed his hair in an adorable fashion from being fraught by the poems laid out in front of him.

“Yeah, Riles?”

“So . . .” Just ask it. Ask him, you dummy! “Uh, are you going with anyone to prom?”

“Oh,” he blinks, as if not anticipating the question (he probably wasn’t, come to think of it), “No, not that I’m aware of. Why do you ask?”

Here goes nothing.

“Youwannagotopromwithme?” Riley blurts all at once, the words rushing out of her mouth like vomit. Farkle stares at her, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times as if he’s trying to gauge if she’s serious or not. In fact, the longer he doesn’t talk, the quicker Riley tries to think of a way to recover from this, because ABORT MISSION ABORT!!!

“You know, if no one else asks you? Or you don’t ask anyone else? We can just go as friends,” she supplies, chuckling nervously. Something flashes across Farkle’s face, something that Riley thinks is akin to disappointment, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone.

He shrugs.

“Sure, why not?”

Riley sighs with relief.

“Okay, cool. Just let me know, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The night does not return to normal after that. In fact, it’s awkward up until the moment Farkle swoops back out the window with a goodbye and a half-hearted smile. As soon as he vanishes, Riley collapses face-down into her pillow, screaming into it out of pure frustration.

We can just go as friends.

Who is she?! That’s not what she wanted at all, but she chickened out because Maya was freaking right!

But if she had seen the look on his face before she added that . . . Riley made the right decision. She’s sure of it, because if she had been serious?

That’d probably be it, friendship over.

It’s . . . it’s better this way.

She’s certain of it.

. . . Right?

“So?” Maya asks as she arrives beside Riley’s locker the next morning, their usual meet-up. Riley groans, leaning her head inside the locker.

“I asked him and then added just as friends when he didn’t respond right away. So, you know, I kind of asked.”

“Just as friends?!” Maya screeches at her. Riley places her hands on her own head.

“I know! I know. I wasn’t able to go to sleep last night. It was a stupid thing to do anyway, it just made everything a billion times more awkward. Why did I let you talk me into this, Maya?”

“Alright, did he say yes to that, at least?”

Riley nods her head.

“Okay, good. We can work with that. We’ll just have you romance him at prom, no problem.”

“What do you mean ‘no problem’? Yes, problem! I am not doing that, Peaches. I’ve humiliated myself enough for one lifetime. I think I’m going to opt out of prom, maybe bow out of senior year in disgrace or something.”

She hears Maya exhaust a long breath before she’s helping Riley out of her own locker, spinning her around and resting her hands on her shoulders.

“Riley Matthews, you are letting your feelings for a boy get to you too much. Yeah, he’s Farkle, but you’re Riley. You’re magnificent and amazing and if he doesn’t like you back? That’s his loss, because he missed the mark.”

“Thank you, Maya,” Riley smiles softly, hugging her best friend. Maya hugs her back and then releases her, giving her a look that can only mean trouble if Riley knows her well enough (and she does.)

“Okay, you know what? This whole ‘friends’ thing isn’t going to work. I need you to ask him out for real, because I know you’ll hate yourself for it if you don’t. I know it’s a hard thing to do, but you know better than anyone about making hard decisions. So do me a favor and ask him again by the end of this week—properly, mind you—and then the two of you will live freaking happily ever after because if I know Farkle, he’ll be hard pressed to say no. That boy has spent too much of his life in love with you. It’s not any different now.”

Riley allows herself to soak that in.

Is Maya really right? He did love her, but Riley’s not certain that was a real type of love. But then again, Farkle’s never been one to half-ass things. He’s loved her so many ways, so why not love her the way she loves him now?

“I’ll do it,” Riley agrees against her better judgement.

Wednesday passes. She doesn’t ask Farkle to the prom. Thursday passes. She doesn’t ask. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all whirl by her quickly, but she still hasn’t mustered the courage to ask. Even after the wonderful pep-talk Maya gave her, Riley still couldn’t find it in herself to breach the subject with him because she was just scared.

Liking Farkle really scared her, and she didn’t like that at all. Because scaring her meant that these feelings were more than just a passing phase, that she was bound to be stuck in this limbo of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not for the rest of forever until she broke it.

So Sunday night she plans to ask him Monday at the end of school, even gets Maya in on it so that she can’t back out again.

She can’t back out this time; she won’t do it.

When Monday rolls around, Riley thanks whoever is out there that, while they share classes, she and Farkle don’t share the same class periods. It’s what’s helped her endure her second semester of senior year; while she appreciates having him there, she’s not sure she wouldn’t waste her class time glancing at him across the room.

Her last class period of the day moves both fast and at a snail’s pace, so when the bell rings it surprises her so much that she takes her several minutes to gather her things. Riley’s never been more off her game in her entire life, but then again, she’s never had to actually ask Farkle to prom for real before.

(Well, she’s never had to ask Farkle out period. That was always his game, not hers. Too bad she can’t get pointers from him.)

Riley heads out to meet Maya at her locker, passing by the stragglers who haven’t made it out yet, but something catches her eye instead.

It’s Farkle, at his own locker, with a girl who has people standing with her, holding several letters decorated with fake flowers spelling out PROM.

Riley’s too late.

PEACHES

where were u???

i stayed at ur locker

like we planned

i even asked farkle if he saw u

he said he didn’t

so something happened

pls tell me ur okay ☹

Riley doesn’t bother texting Maya despite knowing she owes her best friend an explanation. She’s too busy wallowing in self-pity and the humiliation of rejection to deal with anyone right now.

She should’ve been quicker. She shouldn’t have been a chicken about it and just told him about her dumb, stupid feelings and gotten it over with. Anything at this point would be preferable to the sting Riley feels in her chest when she thinks about how she missed out on not just being Farkle’s date to prom but experiencing prom with him. It’s not the same without him by her side.

So no prom for Riley Matthews. She cashed in on her one chance at going Junior year, and as far as Riley was concerned, this probably meant her chance with Farkle, too.

But fate is not as kind to her, because Farkle climbs through her window, landing on the cushions of the bay window bench with a soft thud.

“What the heck,” he says, breathing out a sigh of relief when he’s spotted her, “Maya and I thought you died in a ditch! What were you thinking?”

Riley has no response for that. In fact, she’s pretty certain her brain’s shut off entirely for the foreseeable future, because in no way had she planned on encountering Farkle for as long as she could hold it off.

It’s now or never, Matthews, a voice that sounds vaguely like Maya whispers in her mind. Riley exhales.

Right.

“Are you going to prom with that girl?” she asks instead, eyes set with determination. Farkle stares at her, bewildered.

“What?! Your response to Maya and I worrying about your safety is some trivial question about prom?”

“It’s not trivial to me!” Riley exclaims, the burn of embarrassment bubbling up out of her. The intensity of her words must cross Farkle’s radar, because his eyes are widening.

“Riley? What’s going on?”

She makes a decision then, unable to fight with these godforsaken feelings any longer. She tosses the poster she’d worked painstakingly on for hours onto the bed, gesturing to it brazenly.

“I was going to ask you to prom for real today. I know I made a joke of it the other night, but I really meant it. I wanted to go to prom with you because I like you, Farkle. I’m tired of ignoring my feelings and pushing them away because I think it might benefit you. These feelings I have are real and they’re not going away any time soon, okay?”

Farkle’s eyes shift over to the poster, eyes tracing the words over and over again, as if it’s taking him a while to register it.

You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?

It was hard for Riley to come up with a way to ask him that was both clever and meaningful, and she chose something that was between them and only them. He had once told her, “You. Me. Mars. Let’s do this thing.” It was always something that hardly meant anything to her back then but means the world to her now, or at least, it did before she realized she’d been too late.

“So?” Farkle asks, voice rough as if his throat had run dry. Riley tilts her head.

“What?”

“Are you going to ask me properly or not? We’re losing daylight here, Matthews,” Farkle says, arms crossed against his chest. Riley scoffs, rolling her eyes. She doesn’t quite get why he’s trying to be cruel to her at this point, but whatever.

“Farkle Minkus, I wanted to know. You. Me. Prom. Let’s do this thing?”

“Yes,” comes his answer, flowing off his tongue as if it’s the easiest thing he’s ever said in his life. Riley nearly jumps out of her seat but recovers at the last second.

“Yes?”

“Riley Matthews, yes, of course I’ll go to prom with you.”

“But—”

“No, I didn’t say yes to that other girl because I had already told you that we could go together. Sure I was kind of disappointed when you said it was as friends, but . . . you’re my best friend. It doesn’t matter what capacity our relationship is, I just want to be with you.”

Riley doesn’t get it.

“Wait, so what you’re saying is—”

“Riley Matthews, I’ve loved you since the first grade. I don’t think I ever stopped, really. So yes, I’ll go to prom with you as your date, because I’m so in love with you it isn’t funny,” Farkle tells her, giving her a gentle, lopsided grin. Riley scrambles off her bed the same time he rises from the bay window bench, the two of them embracing harder than she ever has in her entire life.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you,” she admits into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

“It’s okay. You’re the same Riley you’ve always been, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#riarkle #ask #riarkle fanfic #riarkle fanfiction #riley x farkle #farkle x riley #i should not have stayed up this late to finish this #but i was determined

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thefivecalls · 4 years ago

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Things I associate with each of the sides for no reason

Logan:

I understand he's supposed to be dark blue or indigo. Regardless, he will always be teal. This teal:

For some reason when I got detention that one time I got a Logan vibe so yeah theres that

"Space... The final frontier..." But uhhh just the opening has his vibes

Why is he always whereing a neck tie and not a bow tie? If anyone has necktie vibes its Janus not Logan

Logan also has chaos incarnate vibes that are only in check because of his last shreds of humanity one of these days he'll break and when he does thomas can and will set something on fire using bill nye the science guy tactics

He is waking up early and going to bed late

He is framing posters

He is dancing in your bedroom to awesome music that has never been such a vibe before that moment and will never be again.

Broken clocks

Beaker from the muppets? I don't quite get it but yeah

Rock of ages

Getting a pitcher of soda or tea or whatever and setting it on his desk, then getting 23 straws and taping them together so he can lay in bed on his phone and safely drink it without spilling

Grilled cheese

Kahoot music

Remus:

Death waltz. Not the synthesia no the one that takes 14 people to play.

Canoeing

Obviously he has close combat weapons but have you thought about giving him a bow and arrow? I have and yes thats a vibe because he is one of three people I've ever met with those vibes ok

Portable speakers

He is bonfires and fireworks.

He is hyperfixating on something and writing a story until 4 in the morning.

Potions!

The fact that witches ingredients are actually just named strange things but are edible somethings? Like mustard seeds being newts eyes and the like

Acid

In my human anatomy class we dissected deer hearts and when we found the blood clots we called them the Forbidden Jellies.

The county fair

The circus that comes around at fall festival time

Homecoming game in football/rugby

I feel like if he played an instrument he'd be a baritone

The lime green smoke Disney villians have

Roman:

Zootopia the movie

Hopping. Or bouncing in place.

My family's crest?? I think its because of his crest but he had those vibes before the outift upgrade???? Idk

The ponytail thing that give you a unicorn horn when you've got short hair but bangs that are beginning to grow out

He is picnics at the park

He is also going shopping

He is also dancing in the rain at four in the morning with the outside lights on and the music blaring but its ok the neigbors are four acres away and they sleep like the dead.

When I went to my first metal concert and I saw the mosh pit? The exhilaration that comes with wanting to join but not wanting to get crushed is a Roman thing.

Pancakes

Cold pizza at midnight

Succulents!

Fire and cane whiskey

The warm smiles that the bearer never gets to see because they don't get the chance to see it in a reflection

Butterscotch

Janus:

Springtime showers that makes snowmelt rivers

Prom. Dont ask this is just a him vibe ok

He seems like the guy that would make a blanket cacoon/nest when his bedsheets are in the wash and can I say mood

Sunlight

Looking off my back porch and seeing the feilds of corn beginning to dry out in late fall every three years.

Pumpkin soup

Apple cider

Lemonade

Not only is he snowmelt rivers he is also the first thunderstorm of summertime

Sun tea. Not the brand the stuff that you make via harnessing the suns power

Cucumber facemasks

Wildflower honey

The person who youd never guess goes to comic con but is actually the one who wins first place in the costume contest every year

Oversized sweaters

German Sheppards and yellow labs sunbathing after playing for hours

Antique mirrors

Burlap canvas bags

Oil paint

Espressos at ten at night

Late night chinese food runs

Dragons

Spice. Not the average spice either I'm talking could eat a carolina reaper and yes he'll be more red but he could still talk and thats more than I can say for myself

Virgil:

The red rubber balls from kick ball in elementary. By god I can smell the plastic just thinking about it

Flappy stims! Almost every time I flap he comes to mind I never really questioned it

The weighted blanket my dad got that I steal from him all the time

'He's a Mary poppins in a world of hasselhoffs" my friend once said that not even talking about Virgil but like. Come on.

Basically all of Star Lord's vibes are Virgils

Deadpool

Jack Skellington (kinda obvs)

Sample perfumes that are like the size of a pinky

Telescopes

Not writing an essay but instead learning all about world history or astronomy or psychology

Earings. Specifically hoops

Black pearls

Boardwalks that have tiny shops along them with a bunch of food.

Going to a club or a party with flashing lights and even though you're kinda nervous you have fun and live like tomorrow is still a dream away.

Ripped movie posters that the theater is selling

Tying ropes together to make nets.

Fairy lights

Taping movie theater tickets to your wall after you've gone and seen it

Scarecrows sitting on bales of hay at sunset next to my willow tree and the cicadas are on their 13th year so they're the loudest they'll ve until another 13 years have passed

The glint in someone's eye when they think of something mischievous

Bang by AJR

The corpse bride's tale/song

Patton:

The lazer eye meme. This one

Graham Crackers. Not smores, not candy crack-just the cracker ok

Pep rallies

The pet store??

Sugar sculptures

Corn pits (strictly midwestern thing)

Driving for hours upon hours and seeing the strange statues some towns have as you pass them by

Silver sparkles

Art herpes glitter

Photo booths

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on the county's main road

Wedding crystals cabinet where you put the fancy china you're going to give to your children that never gets used once but is probably worth half your house

The chubby bunny challenge

The moment when you tip your chair back too far and you know it but you can't do anything because you'll be on the floor in a second anyway

The thing maya did from Girl Meets World when she slammed lockers closed and caused the chalkboard to let its dust fly

Dusk.

That moment when everything is going by so quickly so you step back and watch the world go by for only a few seconds but then you're back in the present laughing with your friends

Snow cones melting and getting the syrup all over your hands

Orange Side:

All things citrus but especially lemons no not oranges lemons

Sunglasses

Men in black 1 not the rest just the first

Pineapple too hes got a lot of pineapple vibes

Combat boots but with spikes

Also lace?

And tea. Like, all kinds of tea but especially the really expensive stuff that I've only tasted like twice thats imported from Ireland

Himalayan salt lamps.

Sensies. the wax melting things

Candles too

Once we meet him I'll have more but this is it for him for now

Thats it! If this gets notes I might do emile remy and thomas but I think I'll leave this be for the moment. Have a great day y'all!

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders

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PART 7 | previously: part 6 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: so maybe i accidentally deleted this part instead of posting it😁oops. but here is part 7 haha sorry that it’s a little shorter but i promise i make up for it in later parts :)) enjoy xx

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seven: can i get back to you on that?

The realization of your feelings for Katsuki Bakugou hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t believe that the person you most despised in the whole world was also the person that you wanted all to yourself. Then again, it’s not like Bakugou would ever feel the same.

“BAKUGOU!” The blond boy came rushing down the stairs.

“WHAT?”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” In your hands you held a box.

“It’s decorations nerd,” he said plainly. You huffed.

“Why the hell are they GREEN?” Bakugou looked in the box and his eyes grew.

“Uhhh…”

“We ordered 10 rolls of RED, BLACK, AND GOLD streamers, so please explain to me Katsuki why the HELL are they GREEN!” You were up to your ears in stress over planning this dance and nothing seemed to want to go your way.

“Are you sure this is the right package? I placed the order correctly,” he insisted.

“Katsuki, who else would order 10 packs of streamers?”

“Let me double check the receipt.” Bakugou pulled out his laptop and you peaked over his shoulder.

“See, I knew I placed the right order. They just sent us the wrong one,” he explained. You sighed.

“Great, well what the hell are we supposed to do?”

“We’ll send the package back and tell them that they fucked up our order and they’ll send us a new one. It’s gonna be fine Y/N,” Bakugou reassured you.

“Okay...sorry for yelling,” you said. Bakugou laughed.

“Remember what I said about saying sorry all the time? And since when do you apologize for yelling? You’re acting weird…”

“I'M NOT ACTING WEIRD YOU'RE ACTING WEIRD DUMBASS!”

“Sure Y/N. Well I’m heading up. See you later nerd,” said Bakugou. Bakugou ran back up the stairs of the basement.

After your wonderful realization, you didn’t know how to act around Bakugou anymore. You over compensated by yelling at him more but would realize that that’s probably not the best way to win him over, so most of the time you were a hot mess.

You weren’t even sure what to do anymore. It’s not like you thought you had a chance with Bakugou. The two of you were supposed to hate each other. That’s just how it was. You wished these new found feelings for Bakugou would just go away.

You left the basement a little after Bakugou, going up to the common area. Bakugou was sitting with the rest of your classmates.

“Y/N!” Mina waved you over. You went over to everyone, the only open seat being in between Bakugou and Deku.

“Are you just gonna stand there or what?” huffed Bakugou. You let out a nervous laugh and sat down in between the boys.

“Okay guys so since Prom is coming up, I think we should figure out our plans,” suggested Mina.

“We must have an organized plan to have everyone on the same page!” said Iida.

“And what would that be, glasses?” you teased.

“Well, are we going as one big group or as a group of dates?” asked Izuku.

“What the hell does that mean, Deku?” groaned Bakugou.

“He means that if we go as a group are there gonna be couples within the group or not? I mean it would be pretty awkward if someone was left out without a date,” explained Kirishima.

“The only person who’s been asked is Jirou anyway,” said Uraraka.

“Wait Jirou who asked you?” You asked. Jirou laughed.

“I’m going with Charge Bolt over here, but just as friends obviously,” she explained. Denki mocked Jirou by making air quotations as he repeated ‘just as friends’. You laughed.

“I don’t think dates have to be a big deal. I mean if you get asked you get asked. And if not that’s fine, we are all still going as a class anyway,” you shared. Your friends nodded.

“I’m not going with you extras,” huffed Bakugou. You turned to face him.

“Come on Bakubro, you’re gonna go alone?” teased Kirishima. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“OF COURSE I'M NOT GOING ALONE I’M JUST NOT GOING WITH YOU IDIOTS!” he yelled.

“Well are you asking someone then?” questioned Sero. Your face got warm.

“That’s none of your damn business,” he mumbled. The chances of Bakugou asking you were slim to none. You knew that, but just the idea of it made you excited at the same time.

“Prom’s in two weeks dude. You better ask them soon, whoever they are,” said Kiri. Bakugou groaned.

“That actually reminds me, I’ve gotta do something.” Deku got up from his seat and ran over to his room. He left in what seemed like a hurry. You didn’t think too much of it though.

“I can’t wait for this fucking planning shit to be over,” groaned Bakugou.

“Uh yeah same here,” you murmured.

Right. Only two more weeks of planning. Only two more weeks of countless hours in the basement. Only two more weeks of you having Bakugou all to yourself. Then, things would go back to how they were.

“Well I think I’m gonna head to my room. I’ve got some homework to do,” you explained, getting up from your seat.

“Wait Y/N, you can’t leave yet,” said Iida, blocking you from standing up.

“Uh why?”

“Because uh, I insist you stay for just a few more minutes.” Iida waved his hands around.

“Iida cut it out.” You pushed him out of the way and began to walk to your room.

“No Y/N wait-“

“Dude she said she wanted to leave,” interrupted Bakugou. You turned around to look at him.

“Thanks Katsuki but I can handle myself,” you smirked. Bakugou didn’t say anything. You watched as his eyes widened, but not at you.

“What the hell are you looking at-“

“Y/N…w-will you go to Prom with me?”

Deku held a poster decorated with fireworks as it read ‘Let’s Make Sparks Fly at Prom!’ You just stood there, frozen, unsure what to say. You soon heard heavy footsteps behind you and you watched as Bakugou marched off to his room. Your heart dropped as you watched him walk away. You looked back at Miydoria.

“Listen, Deku...can I get back to you on that?” You began to slowly walk away and before you knew it, you were running to your dorm room and locking yourself inside.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

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