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Late || Sue Bird x Reader
Summary: Sue finds it hard to keep her hands off of you
Warnings: smut, needy!sue
Word count: 1.1k
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"Look at you," your girlfriend smiled, coming up behind you. "Where are you going looking that good?"
You smiled as you continued to lean over the counter, puckering your lips to apply more gloss, giving Sue a perfect view of your ass against your dress.
"Oh, you know," you giggled, indulging the older woman. "Just a party."
Both you and the older basketball player had been invited to a party hosted by Sue's friend, Breanna Steward. Not having an excuse to dress up in a while, you decided to have fun and go all out.
And tease Sue in the process.
"Is it too late to convince you to stay in," Sue asks, her large hands coming to hold your waist, bringing your ass to her pelvis. "Please?"
You huff out a laugh as you continue to touch up your makeup, making sure everything was perfect while your girlfriend rubbed up and down your waist, hips, and ass. Eventually, she wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your nape and your neck.
"Stop it," you sighed. "You're distracting me, love."
"Mmm, good," Sue responded, nuzzling her nose into your neck.
Her hands wandered up from your hips to your abdomen, holding you impossibly close to her. They continued up until she was cupping your breasts. You could feel her smirk into your skin as you gasped.
"Sue," you whine, feeling her palm your breasts through your dress. "Stop it, we're going to be late."
Your words didn't match your actions as you grind against her.
"Well, let's not be late," Sue said, turning you around and grabbing the heels that you wanted to wear off the counter.
You were speechless as you watched Sue drop to her knees helping you step into them. Her fingers expertly slid the straps of your heels into place before her hands softly grazed your calves, leaning down to place a kiss on your thighs. Her lips traveled to your inner thigh and you found yourself unable to stop the moan that left your lips.
"Tell me to stop, baby," she purred up at you. "Please tell me to stop."
You held onto the counter to keep yourself upright as her lips got closer and closer to your core.
"Don't stop," you whispered.
"Hmm," the older woman smirked. "I couldn't hear you."
You felt Sue blow on your heat, making you shiver and grip the counter even harder. She was so close you could feel her lips softly grazing where you needed her most.
"Please," you begged louder. "Don't stop."
You felt the warmth of Sue's tongue flick over the lace of your underwear, forcing you to lean against the counter. You let your head fall back as you began to grind your clothed clit onto her mouth.
Sue loved getting you like this. Hot and bothered, forgetting about everything except her. She was selfish with you.
You were so wet and so ready for her. She knew exactly how to make you desperate. Her fingers crept up and hooked on the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs as she looked up at you.
"Sue," you whimpered.
"You're alright, baby," she whispered, pushing you onto the counter.
Seeing you in heels never failed to make Sue heat up. Feeling them against her back as your legs rested on her shoulders was everything.
Your head fell against the mirror behind you as Sue's lips reconnected with your heat. Your hips bucked forward, your dress hiked up around your hips, and you found yourself completely vulnerable to what she wanted to do to your body. She didn't waste any time taking the initiative and sucking your clit into her mouth, pushing two fingers inside as well.
Sue's grip on your thighs began to tighten, her need to see you come undone increasing. She pulled you towards her, her grip unforgiving.
"Come on baby," she groaned into your heat. "You know what I want."
Your grip on the counter loosened as you quickly lost yourself to Sue's ministrations.
"Are you going to give it to me?"
Your fingers moved to her curls as you felt a pressure building in the base of your spine. Sue's eyes met hers and you saw your effect on her. Her freckle-littered cheeks were a light shade of pink and her eyes were glossed over with lust and need. Her usual clean ringlets were now frizzy, sticking up in random places.
You couldn't help but smile. It was exactly what you wanted.
"Ohhh," you moaned, your head tipping back once more. "Fuck, I'm close. I'm so close."
"I know, baby," Sue said, her fingers frantically pumping you. "You know what to do."
Your body moved in tandem with each thrust of her fingers in you. Taking your hand from her hair, you leaned back and looked down to watch her. Her eyes met yours again, her own desire and need clear to see.
"I need to see you cum," she said, her lips kissing your thigh. "I want to feel you cum on my fingers."
Your back arched at the sound of her voice as your body continued to move with her.
"Sue," you breathed.
"That's it," she said, looking up at you. "That's it, baby"
You gasped and moaned as she took everything you had to give, sucking and licking while continuing to pump her fingers in and out.
"Sue," you whimper. "Please."
The older woman smirked against you as she continued her ministrations. She took you to the edge easily and didn't stop until she pushed you over it. You cried out as you fell over the edge, grinding against her tongue. She took everything you gave her, lapping at your core until you had nothing left.
She loved the sounds you were making, the whimpers, and the gasps. You satisfied her in ways she couldn't describe. There would never be a moment she didn't crave you.
Sue's cheek rested against your thigh as you both caught your breath. She groaned as your nails raked through her hair, cleaning up the curls and scratching her scalp.
Sue took in the quivering of your hips and the shakiness of your breath, it made her happy. Happy that she could give you this pleasure.
Sue stood, rising above you and forcing you to look up at her.
"You always have a glow after you cum," she whispers against your lips.
You could feel your cheeks heating at her words.
"Come on," Sue motioned.
"But, it's your turn," you stuttered as she helped you off the counter.
She chuckled as she grabbed you a new pair of underwear and tossed them to you.
"You can get me back when we get home." She smirked. "After all, we wouldn't want to be late."
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the girls are both finally retired
#cant imagine what their trophy case looks like#imagine how many jerseys they have framed in their house#megan rapinoe#sue bird#seattle storm#uswnt#uswntsoccer#uswnt woso#uswnt players#chat🕺#soccer#ol reign
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*insert violent sobbing*
#breanna stewart#sue bird#seattle storm#wnba#sue x stewie#guys… i’m not well. i haven’t been well. but this… floodgates broke lol#‘it’s hard for me to imagine anything seattle without you’#‘my idol my teammate my pg my leader my friend’#GOD… there will never be another Them. idc where she goes who she plays with next.#and in a depressingly beautiful way i think she knows it saying she can’t imagine it without her… 😔#anyway. beautiful wonderful people with a beautiful wonderful relationship.#forever forever forever for real 💚💛💚💛💚💛
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panels I'll never move on from, part 1
#aot#snk#eremin#eren jaeger#i love this scene SO much!!!#the fact that their bond literally shaped this story... 😭#and imo eren wasn't only realising he wasn't free cuz he had never seen or heard of the things armin was talking about#but it's like he couldn't even imagine armin's dream cuz his mind was being limited by literal walls#idk how to explain it 😭 but it's like you can only think what you have words for??#anyway the fact that the look in armin's eyes completely changed eren's life... isayama im still mad at you but omg...#another thing that makes me insane is that little eren would spend time looking at the sky as if a part of him already craved for freedom -#- like... he never wondered about the outside world but his eyes were always looking /up/#i've never really talked much about aot here on tumblr but i've been thinking about it over the past few days and i kinda miss it#blue bird (naruto shippuden opening) was written for eren so true#sue talks#susy.txt
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Sue is being a little naughty…getting a tattoo with a reference that only Lauren her and Diana know? Her being with Lauren as Diana breaks her record…crazy, interesting timing.
I know Dee is deeply happy with Penny, but she and Lauren seemed very, very into each other. And since Dee didn’t go to Sue’s jersey retirement, the only upcoming interaction they might have is at the Binoe wedding. Man, to be a fly on the wall for that!
Lauren has been Diana's nemesis for a long long time. 13 years!
And how does Diana treat a nemesis? Well... she goes like this:
"I'm blocking you in real life. I never want to see you or talk about you or acknowledge you ever again."
This is what she did to Lauren. But that's a lot of intense feelings. And you can only feel that for one person at a time, you know? Eventually, somebody new will come along. And Diana will start to think "maybe Lauren isn't the worst person I've ever met." And when that happens, she might as well unblock Lauren. That way, she can more thoroughly block this new person.
Also, unblocking Lauren may just be a practical move. There's the Binoe wedding coming up. And Phoenix wants to invite all the old WNBA legends to the all-star game next year. So it's a good time for Diana to move on from Lauren and pick a new nemesis.
#you can use your imagination to decide who might turn out to be her new nemesis#wnba#phoenix mercury#diana taurasi#sue bird#megan rapinoe#lauren jackson#seattle storm
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Mistaken Identities (dp x dc)
Danny had been doing his thing, looking around, making sure he didn't alter anything in the past, minding his own business. Officially, this was supposed to be a trip to gather more blood blossom samples for Team Phantom to study, but he had ended up being a little sidetracked. Apparently though, puritan times made for beautiful forests, sue him if he was enjoying a moment of peace in his otherwise crazy life. So here he was, relaxing for the first time in way too long when this guy just barged into the clearing. Danny straightened up with a yelp which had the guy stopping in his tracks before he turned to look at Danny.
"Be not afraid, child. I mean you no harm," the man said.
Danny squinted as he looked up at the half-shadowed face of the man that seemed vaguely familiar.
"Boy?"
"Uh-" Danny managed as he realized he was supposed to answer. "Oh yeah, no problem, man."
The man tilted his head which directed Danny's attention to his weird buckle-hat. Sobering up as he recognized the clothes from his previous jaunt in the past where Sam had almost gotten burnt at the stake, he mentally congratulated himself for turning back into a human before his nap. He really didn't want to end up trapped in blood blossoms by witch-finders again.
"Are you lost?" The man said, as he edged closer. "Do you require aid?"
The halfa jumped to his feet. "Nope!" Danny said before letting out a nervous laugh. "No aid, I'm all good. Thanks though."
The man opened his mouth to say something before another voice, higher pitched stopped him. "You are back!" A woman wearing a simple dress, with a few birds fluttering around her like a Disney princess approached them.
"Annie," answered the man.
"Come," she said before leading him away with only a glance towards the teenager. The man let himself be dragged away, but not before a last few words. "If you are ever in need of assistance, please do not hesitate."
Danny waved his hand. "Yep. For sure, dude. Thanks!"
Then before the man had turned away completely, the woman grabbed his hat playfully which revealed his face completely to the weak moonlight, and coincidentally to Danny's view. The couple disappeared between the thick foliage as Danny sat, struck dumb with what he had just witnessed.
"Oh my god," he whispered to himself. "That was Bruce fucking Wayne."
Danny had seen enough rag magazines and newspapers with his face printed on the cover to recognize the billionaire for sure. What the hell was he doing in Puritan times? Then, it hit Danny like a brick. Natural portals. They weren't common, or stable and they'd been known to spirit away people randomly. Clearly, they also had some pretty severe side-effects including amnesia considering the old-timey speech pattern Mr. Wayne was using.
There was only one thing for it, Danny clearly had to bring Mr. Wayne back to the present. Not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because a missing billionaire was bound to attract a good amount of attention and if anyone connected this to the ghost zone... Well if the GIW was bad now, Danny didn't want to know what other kind of unsavoury people would pop up if ghosts were better-known. Just imagining the Justice League getting involved was giving Danny the shivers. No, the best thing to do was get Mr. Wayne back to his time and hope he wouldn't remember much of what had happened and wouldn't dig into it further.
Just as he was nodding to himself, he heard a scream coming from not too far away. He transformed before flying towards the noise, only to find the woman he'd seen before with Mr. Wayne being captured by a bunch of men wearing the same kinds of hat.
"She's a witch! Burn her!" He heard someone yell. "Hang her dead!" Someone else said.
This was giving Danny some major flashback to Sam's very own witch burning and without wasting a second, he phased the woman right out of their grips and flew them away from the angry mob.
As soon as he landed and let go of the woman, she turned to him and gripped his arm instead. "You have to help him!"
"Help who?" Danny asked, wincing.
"Mordecai!" she said, her grip tight.
"Is that the man who was with you earlier?" the teenager asked.
The woman nodded before pointing southeast. "He is in the caves, fighting the dragon!"
Danny didn't waste anytime before flying in the direction she had pointed to. Going intangible helped with speed, and he phased through the ground, going straight for the aforementioned cave. He just phased through when he caught sight of Mr. Wayne. As he got closer, he could feel some sort of energy radiating from the man. Just then, the energy started building up and Mr. Wayne started to go transparent. Panicking, Danny did the first thing he could think of and absorbed the mounting energy to himself. It felt like a shot of adrenaline except way, way stronger and for a moment everything blanked out, before the world came into focus again. When he looked around, he couldn't find a trace of Mr. Wayne, but from the energy left over he could tell exactly when he had landed. The Golden Age of Piracy.
"Goddamit!" Danny yelled as he once again felt Bruce Wayne slip through his grasp as he stole away the potent energy from the billionaire's body before it could follow wherever he was going next. First it had been pirates, then the Wild West and lastly it was 20th century Gotham, clearly the natural portal had been all kinds of fucked up for Mr. Wayne to have been dragged from time period to time period. It was a miracle he was even still alive, the poor man! Danny let out a harsh sigh as he parsed out through the information the energy had left him with. This time he'd gotten the information for the two next time-jumps, which meant, Danny could get ahead of this for once and finally catch Mr. Wayne before he could jump again.
With a steadying intake of breath, Danny took out the Infiniv-map and set his destination before he let himself follow through. As he got through he could hear a bunch of different voices, all talking over each other.
"-distortions mean what I think it-"
"-not fair!"
"-time is breaking-"
"-only leave his body once he's dead."
Danny paid no mind as he locked eyes on Mr. Wayne who was lying in Wonder Woman's arms, in a black bodysuit, looking worse for the wear. The same energy as before was emanating from him, though this time it was even stronger. Danny approached carefully, invisible before he put a hand onto Mr. Wayne's chest and concentrated on drawing all the energy into himself. It wasn't like the other times, the flow was faster and he was having trouble staying focused as more and more flew into him. His brows scrunched in concentration, and unbeknownst to him, the invisibility dropped.
All the heroes in the room turned to look at the suddenly appearing white-haired teen who had a hand on Batman's chest. As they stared in confusion, the teen started to glow. It grew brighter and brighter before everyone had to shield their eyes as there was a pulse of bright light that died down almost immediately after. Wonder Woman had to blink the spots out of her vision as she felt the weight in her arms start to shift and let out a groan. "Bruce!"
She set him down and helped him put his head between his knees, as she gently stroked his back. Superman settled on his other side while Red Robin just sat in front of him, still half-believing Bruce was really back.
"What happened?" Bruce mumbled. "The omega radiation, I thought-"
"I'd like to know that too," Green Lantern said before he turned towards the glowy kid who was still blinking his eyes as if to chase away afterimages.
"His energy signature is the same as Darkseid," Raven said, her own eyes having not left the teenager since he had appeared.
"You don't mean..." started Superman as all the heroes turned to look at the kid slowly. The latter finally looked up as if sensing he was the focus of many eyes and cringed as he met the combined stares of the Justice League.
"Yes," Raven answered. "This is Darkseid's son."
#my guy Danny has no idea what is going on#at least nobody's shooting at him#he would still like to know who is that Darkseid guy and why do these people think he's his dad#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny is Darkseid's son#(at least that's what the justice league think)#this is what happens when you absorb unknown energy willy-nilly#it's just not sanitary who knows where that energy could have come from tsk tsk#I just read Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne#so just know this is entirely based off of that#('that' being that period when Bruce was lost in time)#roxpox#roxpoxwrote
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The office was boring.
Boring. Booooring. Borrrring. BoOoRrRINg. No matter how Eddie spelled it, it still sucked. Everyone so prim, so proper, so focused. And yeah, Eddie was over the moon that he had a stable and fairly well paying job, don't get him wrong, but he'd always had a rebellious streak and now he really, REALLY felt the urge to shake things up.
It started innocently enough, with a 1 dollar goggly eye sticker sheet in the display window of the local stationery shop. So sue Eddie, he liked ridiculous crap, no doubt inherited from Wayne Munson and his mug empire. So Eddie bought the sticker sheet and the next day, he secretly stuck a pair of goggly eyes onto Nancy Wheeler's webcam. He really wanted to see if there was anything else to her than the painfully annoying drive and perfection.
He got his wish when Nancy was preparing for her Zoom call and Robin Buckley snuck behind her, pressing a finger against her lips. "Shhhh. Not a word. You're being watched," she whispered and pointed at the webcam.
That was when Eddie learned Nancy had the cutest snort laugh and that Robin grew an even cuter shade of pink when she heard it. Two birds, one stone and all that .
He decided to keep his identity as the goggly eye bandit a secret. No one knew where and when he'd strike.
Meeting invites? If you looked closely enough, you'd see a small goggly eye stuck in the g of the word meeting.
Forgotten lunch in the kitchen fridge? One goggly eye per day, growing like mold.
A directive against use of goggly eyes? Of course there would be a NO spelled out of goggly eyes.
The office became a beautiful, goggly eye-infested place. Not boring anymore, not when the team lead found his stack of business cards gogglified.
But then.
THEN.
Someone started to add puffy cartoon-ish lips to his goggly eyes. Eddie couldn't believe it - his rebellion was being rebelled against. Or co-rebelled. His mockery was being mocked. And the worst part was - no one knew it was him so he couldn't complain anywhere. What would he say to the HR? That he voluntarily took upon himself the responsibilities of the office gogglifier position and someone has been encroaching on his territory?
But that wasn't the end of Eddie's suffering, oh no. Because in his anger, he got sloppy - on Friday he came home, slammed his backpack on the desk...and the goggly eye sheet was gone. He searched for it frantically, retracing his steps, praying he hadn't done the only possible thing - leave it on the pile of paperwork on his desk. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the repercussions would be when he came back to the office on Monday. He was certain he was fucked.
Except...not?
Monday came and Eddie rushed to the office, throwing himself onto the pile of papers on his desk and digging, digging...and finding nothing.
Huh. Maybe he lost it outside? Maybe he accidentally threw it out?
As he moved his chair to start his work day, he noticed an envelope on his work seat, labelled - "FAO Mr. Munson". Probably another directive, notice or something.
Nope. It was his goggly eye sheet. Along with a horrendous lip sticker and a note that said I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU.
You might think that this was the biggest shock of that week for Eddie, but you'd be wrong.
The real shock came the same day, when he attended a joint team meeting in which the office pretty boy, Steve Harrington, was presenting, making notes on the whiteboard, and, after an agonizing half an hour, Eddie finally realized why the handwriting seemed so familiar. Because there was a small twirl in the Os that Harrington wrote and the puffy lip bandit note burned in Eddie's pocket, tempting him to take it out and confirm his suspicions.
As everyone started leaving the conference room, Eddie still stared at the whiteboard, wondering if this was it, if he finally found his arch nemesis.
Harrington just motioned towards Eddie's company badge and touched it, briefly pressing the plastic into Eddie's chest. "Looking nice there, Munson." He winked at Eddie and left.
Eddie's confusion very quickly dissipated when he noticed that the fucker stuck a puffy lip thingy onto his picture in the badge. His lips curled into an evil smile as he exited the conference room.
This meant war.
#steddie#steddie drabble#steddie au#eddie munson#steve harrington#office au#corporate au#stranger things#stranger things drabble#implied ronance
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Blurb idea maybe? Unhinged grocery shopping with our favorite raccoon daddy Eddie.
I love this because I was literally just at the grocery store when I was thinking about writing something tonight! I decided to go with a grocery store meet cute.
You turned the corner to the canned food aisle.
The cart you grabbed had a bad wheel that kept getting stuck and you were continuously having to lift the side of the basket every time you wanted to make a turn.
It was very irritating.
You were at the end of your patience for the day. It had been a long day at work and you had a headache brewing from staring at a computer screen and getting yelled at by clients left and right.
When it was time to go you practically skipped out to your car, only to remember that you had to stop by the grocery store to get a few things if you wanted to eat for the rest of the week.
You decided to stop by the closest grocery store to home instead of you usual, thinking that it would be quicker.
You thought everything would be fine until you pulled into the parking lot an old lady stole the parking spot you were going for and flipped you off in the process.
You were just so ready to go home.
A pop song played through the store, and you mindlessly hummed along under your breath, knowing that it would be stuck in your head for the rest of the night.
You were reading the cans of coffee that were placed slightly above your head, still strolling down the aisle when you felt the cart slam into something hard.
"Ow," you heard a man's voice groan and you panicked, pulling the cart off of him and running around to the front.
He was crouched on his knees, a box of various coffee cans at his side that he was obviously stocking on the lower shelves.
“I am so sorry!” You gasped. You were already imagining the lawsuit that was about to be slapped on you for carelessly running someone over with a cart while they were just trying to do their job.
He was rubbing his arm when you reached him with a pained expression on his face.
“Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder but thinking better of it.
He looked up at you, some loose pieces of his brown hair falling out of his bun and landing in his face. He moved some pieces away, revealing large brown eyes that made your heart flutter. Your hand was still hovering between the two of you for a moment before you let it fall limply at your side.
A moment passed and you were waiting for him to say he was okay, or to hopefully even make a joke about the situation but instead a loud groan escaped his mouth and he grabbed onto his arm dramatically.
“I think it’s broken,” he wailed, his upper body falling back into the cart that you held still with one hand.
You glanced around, the same old lady that flipped you the bird when you got there was at the end of the aisle staring at the scene with a frown.
“Do you need help? I’m not really sure-”
“I’m just kidding,” he laughed, pushing himself up off the floor and brushing off the sleeves of his green uniform shirt. “Definitely not the first time I’ve been run over while doing my job and it won’t be the last.” He was smiling, breathless from his theatrics a moment before and cheeks tinged pink.
You read his nametag. Eddie was printed proudly onto the shiny silver badge that was on his chest.
“Well, Eddie,” you started before letting out a breathless laugh, heart still pounding a mile a minute from the fear of his reaction and from how pretty he was, “does this mean you aren’t going to sue me for hitting you with a shopping cart?”
He put a finger on his chin, looking off to the side like he was thinking about it.
“Hmm..” he hummed before reading your name out loud off of the name tag you still wore from work, “I don’t think I’ll sue you if you go out to dinner with me?”
You were just about to answer when a stern faced manager popped around the corner, yelling at Eddie to get back to work.
And of course, since you didn’t want to get sued you quickly wrote your number down on an old receipt and shoved it in his hand before grabbing the coffee you were looking for and checking out with a date planned.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson au#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson fluff
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OH to be tipsy and making out with bradley bradshaw in the bed of a truck on a brisk spring night after the sky’s already set and it’s that inky indigo that makes everything softer and more comfortable. you’re talking about the DUMBEST things in between kisses like how you think sue bird is one of the coolest women to ever exist or if javy and jake have kissed before or if nat is actually dating someone or if you both are just imagining that she’s acting weird (because she’s a closed book and either really is single or has been dating someone for eight months and no one knows) and then giving a little shrug when the thought dies and then going BACK to kissing! don’t even get me STARTED on false god playing from the Spotify playlist of shared songs that remind you of bradley while all this is happening
#god this makes me wanna pass out#spring is here and it’s making me FERAL for this man#bradley bradshaw#l speaks
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I do tend to draw the choir similar to some of the actors, but I honestly just wanted to make my own designs and make them more greasy teenagers since I love them.
They all have braces (plus Constance) because why not!
Additional hadcanons below!!
Penny
𓃬 I wanna preface before I say anything, I absolutely LOVE CDplayer! And me making them exes is in no way hating on the ship! I just like angst and I basically made them both have a falling out from the JK-47 incident. I don't think Tammy would break up, I think Penny just genuinely avoided everyone and everything after that happened with barely any additional communication. Dick move to practically ghost her I know, but my Penny Lamb is not the most mentally healthy since-, I don't think she would be given all the shit she's been through...
𓃬 Sad note I forgot to add to the backpack is that she keeps a cross necklace in the pocket of her school uniform that Tammy gave to her, ouch!
𓃬 She keeps a mask in her bag since she tends to wear a face mask to try and blend into the background and escape the relentless bullying she faces at St Cassian, it works most of the time.
𓃬 Her blonde streaks in her hair is not dye. When she came back life part of Jane still remained in her, that being the porcelain doll's blonde hair. She can't remove it whether by cutting it off or dying, she's just like that permanently. I touched on my personal headcanons with Penny's sense of identity when it came to Jane in a very old fanfiction, that I discontinued. It's definitely gonna come back in the ghost AU I'm currently working on.
𓃬 She constantly looks like she's been pushed down the stairs. Usually not the case she's just very clumsy, definitely concerns the choir that she just shows up covered in bandages and bruises and acts like nothing happened.
Ocean
✪ Non ginger Ocean is still too cursed to me so I'm just gonna go with her dying it since no one probably wants to be ginger. (no offense)
✪ She keeps any random item Penny gives her. Even if it's like a paperclip she found on the ground, she treasures it. (Reason why half of the crap is just rocks, Penny is like a bird that picks up shiny things and gives them to people.)
✪ She's only an inch shorter than Mischa, (yeah I made him tiny). They have a worse sibling rivalry than Noel at points since the height difference isn't intimidating.
✪ She constantly keeps trying to fix Penny's loose tie in the hallway or whenever she notices it not as perfect as she wants it to be. (because she is insane)
Noel
☠ Again no hate to frenchrap?? I think that's the ship name? (Noel and Corey) I think it's cute! Also means my man has the worst taste in men imaginable since he's fallen for SoundCloud rappers twice now.
☠ We need more hairy Noel designs so I shall provide. Sue me I like facial hair! you're probably gonna have to get used to it in most of the male designs.
☠ I accidentally gave him a mullet (technically was intentional). I thought him growing his hair out would be neat, unfortunately left him with a mullet, but oh well.
☠ I am very defensive about what I think the rtc cast would listen to when it comes to relevant time dates. Imo he listens to the cure, the smiths, scissor sisters, the cardigans, carpenters, strawberry switchblade, and Depeche mode. He also is a fan of most upbeat pop music from any era but he wouldn't tell anyone he actually likes that genre.
#ride the cyclone#rtc#rtc musical#ocean o'connell rosenberg#noel gruber#penny lamb#legoland#perfectdolls#i guess#you can pry my acne ridden choir from my cold dead hands#I already made Mischa and am currently working on Ricky#they'll be posted later along with Constance#please ignore some of the locker discoloration#I'm not very neat when it comes to my art#I literally just scribble and make it cleaner#my art
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Unforgettable
MASTERLIST
Heartbeat | Jack Hughes
Author’s note: my fav chapter so far;)
Song: Unforgettable- French Montana
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Thalia’s POV
The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and i finally found the comfortable position to tan.
I haven’t got much time to tan during this summer, always running around, spending time with family or Luke.
I try to fill my free time with them as much as possible, knowing that once the summer ends, I am returning to Switzerland for my last year of boarding school.
But back to my tanning, If you didn’t notice, I am really enjoying the time for myself.
I just wish the process was faster, because I want the tan lines right now . Oh how I love being a girl.
My mom is cooking lunch with Ellen, so the Hughes family is over. Luke finally returned from his tournament, and it couldn’t be more perfect. The only two people who can’t share my enthusiasm are Quinn and Mattheo.
They are groaning few feet from me, laying on the outdoor sofa with ice packs on their heads. Thats what underage drinking does to you, my friend.
I can faintly hear Luke and Jack shouting at eachother as they play football, the ball nearly hit me a few times, but because of how good I feel right now, I can’t imagine myself caring.
After my mini breakdown I endured yesterday, today is a perfect calming day. My nerves settled down a bit after the talk with Jack, and I feel lighter.
Sure, I still have some anxiety left but I know I have a lot of time to figure it out. Nobody has it figured out at the age I am at, and I know that by then I will be calm and collected.
I hope.
My train of thoughts is stopped when I suddenly do not feel the sun on my face. I open my eyes and see Jack standing over me. I would start cussing him out, but today is a great day, so I choose not to.
But the words he says take me by surprise.
“Scoot over” he instructs me, and I free some space for him on the towel. “What do you want, Jack?” I suspiciously ask.
“Just want to spend some time with my friend, is that a crime ?” he chuckles. I look at him, and see no sarcasm in his eyes. He settles down beside me, the skin contact making me shiver. Why is he wearing no shirt? Thank god he isn’t tho, at least I have something to look at.
I stare, no shame in that. The hard ridges of his abs on the tanned skin are making it impossible not to. “Take a picture, it will last longer”he says, noticing my stare. Okay, I feel shame now, but I do not regret it, the sight was pleasant, not going to lie. So sue a girl for looking.
I am sure I look like an apple right now, and the embarrassment surges through me. “ I wasn’t looking” I say, trying to save at least a bit of dignity I have left.
“Please, Lils, let’s stop lying to ourselves “ he laughs and I scoff at the cocky asshole. He knows what he is doing.
We once again settle into comfortable silence, just sitting beside eachother.
He is one of the few people I actually enjoy spending time with in silence, just soaking up him and his energy.
“So tell me about the girlfriend” I suddenly ask, circling back to the words he said to me at the draft, even though a long time passed since that, it’s still on my mind.
It pains me, but I know that Jack Hughes will always be here for me to admire, not to have. I just hope he finds someone who understands his soul and his body, the way he deserves to be understood.
“Avery? What about her?” he confusedly replies, waiting for me to clarify. “You told me about her at the draft” I recall.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot” he apologises, but continues “She’s great, we have been together since my birthday, so I think we’re doing good” the smile on his face when he is talking about her making my heart break more and more.
“I’m happy for you Jack, you deserve all the best” when I turn to look at him, he’s already looking at me, smiling. “Thank you Lils” he softly smiles and throws his arm around me.
I’m grateful that there are no powers that allow others to read my mind, because all I can think about is wanting him to speak about me. I know it’s dumb, but the charm of Jack Hughes has still not left me. I don’t even think it will leave , ever.
I think about Avery, already feeling the distaste for her, but deep down I know it’s just jealousy. Jealousy about her having him, and not me. She may be a great girl, but I can’t help myself.
That is something I will have to get used to by having Jack in my life, I mean, how can you NOT fall for him? I don’t think that is possible. And if it is, I need a tutorial right now.
There is no possibility that anyone who hears his voice, sees his smile, and gets to know his character will not feel love for him. And once again, if you don’t, please pull me out of this misery and tell me how.
I still remember the first summer living in Michigan, the first time I met him. The second I saw those ocean eyes, I knew I was goner.
The second I felt my hands on his skin, making them tingle, I knew he would be forever imprinted on my mind.
The second his signature toothy smile made appearance on his face, I knew I would do everything possible to be cause of it.
He stole my heart, and I don’t think I will get it back. I also think i’m fine with that, part of my heart being a small price to pay for his presence in my life.
I notice Luke walking up to us, he left to check on the dinner, the teenage boy appetite making him already hungry. I like to tease him about it, but that’s another thing im jealous of, non stop eating and not gaining a pound. If I even breathed the amount he eats, I would be ten pounds heavier.
Okay, I’m lying, I eat the same amount, especially when I’m having mental breakdown about the latest show I’m obsessing over.
Luke plops down next to us “What are you talking about?” curisously asking. “My girlfriend” Luke scoffs, I look strangely at him, and he rolls his eyes. I’m definitely going to ask him questions.
Jack notices his reaction, and scoffs too “I don’t get why you don’t like her, she’s been nothing but nice to you” he says, defending her, making the ache in my chest present again.
“Yeah, sure” Luke answers him, not wanting to talk about her for minute more. Okay, now I’m definitely curious.
I shift the conversation, not wanting to feel the uncomfortable silence longer “Luke, do you want to play volleyball?” I say, actually hoping to press him for details, but I forget that Jacks needs to be centre for everything.
“ No invite for me?” he frowns. Luke and me answer at the same time “No”, “Sure, but I want Luke on my team” . The answer I give him making him gain attitude “I’m much better player than Luke”
I answer him with laugh as I leave to get the ball “Sure Jack, hope you enjoy living in delusions”. Let me tell you a secret, he is better player than Luke, but I love annoying him.
He shouts after me, but I just laugh.
I stay in the supply room a little longer, needing to cool down my blushing cheeks, but the cause of my blushing problem once again appears.
“Having trouble finding the ball?” he asks, stepping into the room with me. “Not at all” I turn around about to reach for it, but he decides to do the same, and closes the proximity between us by pressing his front into my back.
I instantly pull away, the blush I originally had, and I don’t even know how it’s possible, worsening even more.
Why am I still blushing? Seriously, my face needs to get it together. Man up, we can’t embarrass ourselves more, I internally speak to myself and my face.
Yeah, I know these are the signs of starting insanity, but we are going to ignore it for now.
Jack coughs beside me, making me pull myself from my thoughts. “Went to Wonderland?” he teasingly asks.
I dismiss him with a shake of the head and leave the room.
When I return to Luke, he suspiciously looks at me, and then at Jack trailing behind me.
,,What took you two so long?” he asks, suspicion evident in his voice.
,,Nothing, let’s play” I say, hoping to stop his thoughts from wandering too much.
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I always considered myself great at volleyball, but how embarrasingly we are losing right now to Jack is almost making me rethink that statement.
But I’m not a quitter, and Luke isn’t one either, and we know that we are going to win this.
Because if not, this is going to get embarrassing real fast. But it won’t, because I wouldn’t let Jack’s ego rise more. Someone needs to seriously humble that man, and that someone is going to be me.
That is one of the main reasons I’m sweating like a pig right now, because there is no chance he is going to win, and if he is, it’s going to be over my dead body.
I don’t know what was I thinking wanting to play volleyball with two hockey players, because their stamina is much better than mine, hell, they didn’t even break a sweat yet.
I’m aware of how unattractive I look right now, but I don’t even care, the sole goal is to win the game and then shower.
“Wishing you chose me, huh Lils?” Jack chirps from the other side in a true hockey boy nature.
“Not at all” I answer him, one thing I’m not going to admit is me being wrong. My competitivness matches Jack’s own one and I think if volleyball scouts were here, they would choose us on the spot.
My poor Luke is in the middle of our ego match, I feel bad about screaming at him about every mistake he makes, but I will not lose to Jack. Luke will get his apology later.
The only boy matching my screams is the one infront of me, screaming obscenities at the poor ball whenever something doesn’t go his way.
I think today the universe is on my side, because when I do the winning move, my ego rises a few feet.
“Ha!” I laugh at Jack sitting defeatedly on his knees, between catching my breaths.
Luke does not even stay to clap me on my back, I’m sure he is going to Ellen for her to comfort him about how we were yelling at him. He’s SUCH a mamas boy (don’t tell him I said that).
Suddenly there’s a hand stretched infront of me, Jack’s hand to be particular. I don’t take it, smirking as I stand up even though I have about two cramps in each leg, but he doesn’t know that.
I’m certainly not going to shorten my ego even by millimetre, duh.
He laughs at me, then he hughs me.
“Congrats on winning, not sure you would win without Luke, but I’m going to let it slide” he says, that asshole. He knows damn well that I carried the team.
I don’t even answer him, my heart set on the shower I’m going to take.
What I don’t know is that by the time I was collecting things in my room for the shower. He beat me to it. In my own house.
But I’m not going to be mad, he deserves at least one win today. I laugh at my thoughts. I always knew I was funny.
If someone finds out what’s up with men and their long showers, let me know. I’m pounding on the door of the bathroom, because I honestly can’t wait no more.
I don’t even get my second pound in at the door, and hes opening them.
Once again, he knows what he is doing. Because he is standing there in all of his bare-chested glory.
Suddenly, my mind is a bottomless pit and my mouth stopped functioning, because I can’t even form and speak one word.
”Cat got your tongue?” he knowingly asks, getting second ego victory that day, dork.
I spare one last look at his chest, of course I’m not going to leave without looking. When he already catched me, I don’t have to hide it.
I push past him for the second time that day. Why does this keep happening to me? Entering the bathroom, I release a sigh.
But when I notice the familiar scent of the bathroom, I know that he used my bodywash, making a smile appear on my face.
He is going to be falling asleep with my scent today. I hope he enjoys thinking about me.
I know I called him delusional today, but I’m starting to think I should have been reflecting that one on myself.
Shutting down my thoughts, I step into the shower, the warm water calming my aching muscles.
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When I step out of shower and I notice the tan I gained, I smile from joy because that was the original plan for today.
The cooling lotion on my skin feels great, and I almost fall asleep from the relaxing effect it has.
Until I smell the scent of the food from downstairs, my stomach now agressively grumbling.
I put on some sundress I fish out from my closet, not even caring what I put on, I just want to fill the void in my stomach.
I braid my drying hair, not wanting to have a side of them with my meal. Men have it so easy with their short hair.
As I sit beside my now hungover-free brother, who is finally not complaining anymore, I notice the happiness radiating from the people around the table, making me smile.
The food is great ( shotout to my mom and Ellen ). Everyone is laughing and I’m winning again, beating Jack once again in our private kicking tournament under the table.
I laugh at him and stick my tongue out, making him smile. At least he is not a sore loser, because that would be sad for him.
He takes all these losses like champ and I think I found my new hobby, winning.
Everything is perfect right now.
#jack hughes#jack hughes fic#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes x reader#luke hughes#new jersey devils#nhl#hockey fic#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes fanfiction#nj devils#jack hughes x oc
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Women's Sports Masterlist
Basketball
Caitlin Clark
Hole-In-One || Caitlin Clark x reader
Summary: You go on a golfing trip with Caitlin.
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, c*nn*r(thats a warning in itself)
Word Count: .8k
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I’m Home || Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: Caitlin comes back from an away game.
Warnings: almost smut but not quite, dom Caitlin, sub fem!Jana
Word Count: 1.1k
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Sick || Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: Taking care of sick cc who’s super grumpy she has to miss a game
Warnings: requested by anon, established relationship, fem!reader,
Word Count: .7k
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Sue Bird
Late || Sue Bird x Reader
Summary: Sue finds it hard to keep her hands off of you
Warnings: smut, needy!sue
Word count: 1.1k
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Woso
Mapi Leon
The Parent Trap(Cat Ver.) Series Masterlist
Summary: Your cat is acting a little weird
Warnings: Fluff, angst, suggestive content, smut, strangers 2 lovers
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WOSO Couple Tings || Mapi Leon
Warnings: just mapi dating headcanons, fluff, suggestive content
Word count: .5k
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Alexia Putellas
Coffee And Cupid || Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: How you and Alexia meet
Warnings: Fluff, strangers2lovers, barista!reader
Word count: 2.0k
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Lucy Bronze
WAG Life || Lucy Bronze x Reader
Summary: Lucy’s obsessed with the idea of you being her WAG
Warnings: established relationship, smut, strap-on, lucy having a domestic kink
Word Count: 2.6k
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#lucy bronze#lucy bronze x reader#ona batlle#ona batlle x reader#mapi leon#mapi leon x reader#caitlin clark#caitlin clark x reader#woso#woso imagines#sue bird#sue bird x reader
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cw: selfship-coded. i probably need a name for this au. isekai elements (time period, location). fluff. disney mention.
It’s been just a couple of days since you went on your first mission with Kyojuro and Tanjiro to both clear demons and test out the weapon you were afforded upon your entry to this realm, and it's clear that your staff has some enchanted (or cursed) property to it but regardless of its power, you’ll still need to perfect a Breathing style in order to make use of it. You’ve considered for a moment that perhaps, like Aoi, you may concern yourself only with food preparation and medicine, at least for the time being, while your friends take charge in finding a way to get the three of you back home, but the guilt associated with leaving your friends to fight demons while you make sakura cakes proves too much for you to handle.
Your friend, newly born archer, now takes a break to sit beside you, and without saying a word, you push a piece of cut pear into her mouth the moment she sits down which she chews graciously, sweet liquid dribbling at the corner of her mouth. You’ve been sitting in the garden doing absolutely nothing, just in view of the training court, and have seen every one of her arrows practically hit the mark.
She was a novice archer in the real world, so it’s not surprising that her soul manifested this weapon for her, but at the current rate of success she has now, you can imagine in just a few months she’d outpace Olympic athletes. The word ‘Mary Sue’ comes to mind and you laugh to yourself. Of course a curse like this would make her a superheroine.
“You know if you do that well up-front, there will be nothing to teach in a couple months and you’ll have to sit here with me all day,” you tease.
She laughs and rests her head on your shoulder. “You act like that’s such an awful life.” You blush, and then are immediately sandwiched by your other friend, the bat she wields in her left hand set down beside her as she takes your other shoulder.
“Are you leaving me out?” she asks, grinning. You shove another piece of pear into her mouth too, and her grin is even wider as she chews.
“You should be training, too,” she says, as though it’s as easy for you as swinging a bat that can fell a tree effortlessly. You think about your staff and wonder why you haven’t gotten the hang of it. While the other two had been of use on their respective missions and impressed their Hashira, you had only managed to get yourself in trouble enough times that you’re certain you saw a flicker of concern on the normally jovial Flame Hashira’s face. Tanjiro spent enough time on the way back trying to convince you that the expectations for you were low anyway, but it didn’t help to find out that whatever inner power had been awakened in your friends did not seem to have awakened in you.
“Can’t use the staff,” you remind them.
“I mean of course not, if you’re sitting here having a sad girl picnic,” the archer replies. You narrow your eyes at her, and she smiles slyly.
“I’m sure someone can help you,” your other friend offers, picking another piece of fruit from your plate. “Tanjiro seems particularly interested,” she adds, and you shoot her a look. Her matchmaker (read: instigator) tendencies existed probably since the very moment you met her, but ever since you returned to the manor trailing closely behind Tanjiro with Rengoku having marched forward enough to practically leave the two of you behind, she’s been envisioning something that’s likely not there.
“Yeah, exactly.”
They both shift closer to you, devious-eyed and you feel as if you’ve just been shoved in a preheating oven.;
“Can I help you both?” you insist.
“I just think you should consider-”
“No.”
They laugh in unison, but you insist.
“You know very well that by nature I’m an ogre and this is the nicest man on Earth. Like, I saw him talk to birds like Cinderella levels nice.”
Your archer friend tilts her head in confusion. “Babe, the birds speak human language.”
“Not the crows! Regular ass birds! Like a Disney princess!!!”
“Washboard abs Cinderella,” your friend adds, knowing exactly what image gets conjured to your mind, and flustered, you scramble to your feet.
“I’m going to take a nap,” you announce. “Enjoy your training.” The two look at each other and giggle.
“What year did Disney even start being a company?” one asks, changing the subject.
“Steamboat Willie came out in 1928, I think,” she murmurs, and there’s a pause.
“... why the hell do you just know that?”
“... Wikipedia rabbit hole.”
The three of you consider for a moment that if any of the corps members heard you, they’d probably have a stroke, then laugh. The tension dispels and you stuff away to the back of your mind the silly idea of letting affection grow for the sweetest man you’ve ever met.
There’s a reason why he doesn’t belong in the world you know.
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SUE BIRD & BREANNA STEWART
“you have all of these conversations. You spend hours and days and weeks and months thinking things over, and then, suddenly, out of nowhere, something just happens to render all of that….. I mean, almost meaningless [...] We won the lottery. We got Breanna. We won, so I stayed.” - Sue.
“Words can’t describe how much you have meant to me. Thank you for letting me share the court with you for many, many years. I wish there were many more years coming. I love you, you’re a great person, great teammate. Thank you for everything you’ve done.” - Stewie.
#wnbaedit#sue bird#breanna stewart#seattle storm#phoebesbridgers#*mine#sue x stewie#don't mind me just missing these two#that quote from sue is still one of the most poetic things i've read#something just happens to render all of that...meaningless...G O D#imagine just existing and you save someone's entire career that's just. wow.#SPORTS ARE BEAUTIFUL. POETIC. ROMANTIC. BETTER THAN A MOVIE.#the clip of stewie about sue changing her she literally just sits there blinking back tears before answering that's just SO. PLEASE.#what teammate has ever just cried instantly at the mention of sue... crazy. crazy.#anyway i think these two are somehow a grossly underrated duo#and i will just scream into the void about them forever if i have to
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ashlyn cheating on ali in cannes is so fucking absurd. it’s even more insane when you remember it was a marketing summit and sue bird and kelley’s wife both were in attendance.
Imagine being so fucking dumb and moral-less that you would cheat on your wife in the presence of her TEAMMATES PARTNER. What a truly sick human being. And Sophia sucks too.
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two birds with one stone
written for the 2023 carrie holiday fic exchange and for @scary-white!! hope you enjoy!!
sue comes up with the idea of going to the prom with one of tommy's friends so that both she and carrie can enjoy it, a decision that ends up saving her classmates' lives. (light carrie/sue/tommy. everybody lives and has a good time, novel accurate, etcetera :3)
Sue straightened the neckline of her dress, beginning to think that the polyester lace in her dress that she could feel brush against her skin so routinely would give her further troubles. There wasn’t much to focus on while inside the car, and all she could do at this point was hope that this wouldn’t be too overwhelming for the poor girl Tommy waited for at the door.
The two had made out outside the car, before picking anyone else up for the ride, like a kiss goodbye before they began things. That night, there would be no affection. Sue found it fair that way.
(wonder how theyll look together)
She had to admit, she wasn’t as much of a Christ figure as she thought she’d be on such an occasion: She caved in. One sunny sunday, two days after she’d hatched her plan, she called Tommy in his landline, and, after waiting for a minute or two for his mom to go ‘fetch him’, she asked a simple question: “Do you have any friends who don’t have a date for the prom?”
It wasn’t too selfish, she convinced herself. In a way, she’d just been giving another person the chance to experience a once-in-a-lifetime event that had been so widely discussed the entire year. But, ah, she was lying if she didn’t say she didn’t half do it just to listen to the bands playing, half slow music, half rock, feel the golden spotlight lights softly hit her hair, be absorbed by the overabundance of glitter cut out stars and crepe paper covering everything. This wasn’t just about herself
(she hoped she sure hoped she wasnt making it so)
but it was played out, in a way, so all would come out winning in the end. How bad could that possibly be?
After a few seconds of no answer, she felt like she had to jump in, explain herself further. “I’ve been thinking. You take Carrie. I take one of your friends with no date, I know you have at least one. We can spend the night together, Carrie will get to… well, have fun, and you’ll even be able to bring a buddy along…”
Tommy finally answered after what seemed like eternity, first with a chuckle, then “We’re doing the long haul, huh? I like your plan, though.” The guy he eventually settled on was Rodrick Wilson, a quarterback that, while mostly put as an emergency third, Tommy had an amicable relation with: “He’s really a nice guy if you get to talk to him, but, since he doesn’t talk much to girls, none of them wanted to ask him out and neither did he think of anyone,” he explained.
Susan, feeling like she had finally dropped a boulder that she’d been carrying before making the call, replied, “I’ll ask him when I see him.” and, as an addition, said “Thank you. I love you.” This time, the first sentence came out naturally, almost gleefully, like a child who’d gotten candy.
Tommy took a few moments to reply, taken aback. “I love you too.”
Neither had been this emotionally intimate before planning for the senior prom.
Sue’s proposal, on a rather slow and cloudy Tuesday, had gone a lot more smoothly than Tommy's had… or at least she liked to imagine it so. As Rod - how he was often called - sat down for the class that the two shared, she walked up to him and said, in the most casual, non-committal way she could manage, “If you don’t have a date, would you like to go to prom with me?”
The boy, who Sue noted had hair that appeared to be growing into what was meant to be a mullet but didn’t quite reach that point, cocked his head back in a lighthearted laugh that indicated he somewhat knew about what she and Tommy had been up to,
(oh god this was a bad idea)
then nodded and said, “Yeah, sure thing.” And that was the last of it. Sue went to her seat and class began as normal, surprised that at least half of the plan seemed to have gone well.
What was tough to endure, however, was the surprise that some made clear. Lots of people, of course, weren’t surprised and caught on to what was happening. But the ones that were, mostly girls, seemed to almost react to the rumours as if what the two had done was an impossible feat. One of these, of course, was Helen Shyres, when the Decoration Committee worked on the prom mural in the gym. “You and Tommy are going, right?”
“Yes,” Sue replied, as she painted a gorgeous sunset with orange coloured chalk. She made sure that it would be the most gorgeous Spring Ball that would ever exist. “but not together.”
Helen stopped drawing and the two looked at each other in silence, like Susan had just mentioned something unthinkable and profane. “Can I ask you about it, Sue? God, everyone’s talking.”
Sue stopped drawing. “Of course.” She put the chalk down and tried to beat off excess chalk from her hands, which were bright orange at this point. “I suppose I ought to tell someone. Tommy asked Carrie, so that she’ll get out of her own head a little, and I asked Rod because he just wanted to go but had no one to take him.”
There was a bit of an awkward silence, so, once more, she felt as if she should add some information to explain herself. “We’re still going to be together and have fun. We’ll even sit at the same table. We’re just wanting others to have fun, too. Besides… I owe Carrie this much.”
And, then, as she saw Carrie get inside Tommy’s Ford 1963, sitting next to her on the backseat, face half giddier than she had ever seen her before or ever, and half mortified, Sue couldn’t help but notice for the first time that she wasn’t hideous as people made her out to be. In fact, as they drove around in his car, street lamps casting shadows and illuminating her face all at once, she was quite gorgeous.
Her dark blonde hair, that she usually saw frizzy and styled for practicality, laid around her pale shoulders like a curtain. Her round face now seemed to be positively glowing, in a way, and even her dark eyes had more of a shine. Her full lips, she noted, were highlighted with a peach-coloured lipstick that suited her just right. Her figure, usually hidden away by cardigans and long skirts, was now accentuated - in almost every way, even if Sue didn’t quite pay attention to those things - by the beautiful, simplistic, dark red dress that she wore.
All she could say was, “Hi... Did Tommy tell you how stunning you look already?” Tommy, upon hearing that, seemed to smile and slightly nod, while driving. Carrie replied, timidly, “Yes, he did.” He didn’t lie.
The air in the gymnasium that night smelled heavily like synthetic fabrics, hairspray and crepe paper, but Sue didn’t mind. She was right, making the decision to still go to prom was worth it in her mind. She sat, with a glass of fruit punch, mostly people watching: It was a habit she often liked to do, especially in moments with as many people as this. The Honor Society had just begun collecting the votes for run off voting for Prom King and Queen, and, in some faces, she saw nervousness and anticipation for something, in others, boredom and contempt as their fellow students snatched the ballots from their hands.
Most importantly, her attention was redirected back to her table. They’d all collectively voted for Tommy Ross and Carrie White, as, when Tommy exclaimed, “Let’s vote for ourselves. To the devil with false modesty!”, Carrie laughed and
(oh she sounded cute)
immediately after, Susan followed with a lighthearted “Gee, I’m voting for you two as well. I just can’t compete like this.” When she looked over to her prom date’s ballot, he seemed to have done the same. Carrie giggled, before accidentally hurting herself with a splinter from her pencil after voting for herself. Susan’s eyes widened, but as Tommy began to comfort her, she couldn’t help but zone out as she figured things would probably be alright. He’d been treating her well the entire night.
She looked up. It wasn’t particularly remarkable: a regular gymnasium ceiling, but, if anything, she was drawn to it because of how unremarkable it was compared to how flashy the entire building looked, a sore for the eyes despite its beauty, what with the bright lights.
And then she noticed something.
There were two buckets above the lights that illuminated the stage.
Chris had gotten inside the gym during the Prom Committee decoration, and, as Sue’s mood soured as she watched her talk to Tina Blake - of course, the two were as close as they could get -, a question arose in her mind. “Helen?”
“Hmmm?”
“Are they going to do something?”
Helen’s face seemed to somewhat distort itself, and, like an actor in a play, she replied, sweetly, “I don’t know.” Overinnocent.
“Oh.” Sue replied curtly, taking note.
(you know you know something: accept something goddammit if it's only yourself tell me)
The two went back to colouring.
She hadn’t seen those buckets there before, though it could have just been a small detail that her brain left out. Why wouldn’t it? As she examined it more, however, she couldn’t help but notice how out of place they were.
It was then she noticed the rope and the pulley set up near them, looking like a strange Rube Goldberg machine, that she remembered not seeing them before. It could be confetti or something equally obnoxious of the sort, but, if it were, she would have seen it be set up by a classmate or two when aiding with decoration.
The rope led to underneath the stage, as she tracked it down, and it was then a familiar, but alien feeling creeped up. She didn’t worry the entire night about Chris and her kind showing up and doing something, but it was then that the feeling hit her once more, like a sharp chest pain.
“Excuse me,” she said, as she got up from her seat, looking at Tommy who looked back at her with a confused look on his face. “I have to see something.” She slowly walked towards the side of the stage, trying to avoid bumping into Tina Blake and Norma Watson, who shined with pride and walked around collecting the votes like hyperactive ants.
When she did, she then noticed there seemed to be at least some sound coming from under the stage, muffled by the dark mint faux leather curtains that seemed to have been there since 1954. That strange feeling overcame her once more, as if something was incredibly, terribly wrong, and she pulled the stage upholstery up.
(thats hargensen i knew it i fucking knew it)
Blood rained down on the empty thrones, without anyone to crown.
#hooray! this is the first time i'm making a fanfic of mine public!#this was a total delight 2 write!#recovered floppy disk#carrie#carrie stephen king#carrie white#sue snell#carrie/sue/tommy
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