rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night?
I love backstories and I kept thinking what Brynn was like as a teen. Brynn was always a romantic at heart and that all started in high school. In her small town, Brynn was never one to shy away from standing out. Whether it was her big bell sleeves or her shiny lipgloss or her love for the boys and girls. Prom was all she ever dreamed of and she ended the night as a princess and even got to kiss a frog. Here she is in her normal off dress code everyday look and on prom night.
along, so worry can’t get us, so nobody can recognize you. Speed put at the
maximum. A Rolling Stones song, play on. But no matter what song I play,
already in your heart, the crying has already killed it, no song can save you. I’ll
hold you, even when the whole world turns its back on you.
This is not what you imagined months ago while
daydreaming of what you would be doing today. Sitting in class all day or
leaning against the counter at work, visualizing hundreds of scenarios where
you and your knight in shining armor are having the time of your life on the
one day in the whole year set aside just for love. He would be wearing a black
suit and tie, his hair brushed and looking at you as if you fished out all the
stars in the universe and put them in your eyes. And you would be wearing a dress
made of silk that took weeks of extra shifts but it would be all worth it when
he’d see you, hair made up and a lovesick smile on your lips.
February 14th is supposed to be a
night you’d never forget in your entire life, a night you’d look back on while
holding your children and looking at your husband, saying wow, where did the
time go? It’s not supposed to end up with you looking at racks and racks of
cards for every possible occasion at nine in the evening with a frown as deep.
You’re probably the only person in the small 24 hour store beside the clerk
himself, who frankly looks like he doesn’t want to be here more than you.
“Just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round
eyes and pleaded, ‘Oh, please, dear princess! Only a kiss from you can
break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch! And
the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea that she
stooped down, picked up the slippery creature, leaned forward, raised
him to her lips, and kissed that little frog.”
Natasha was making disgusted faces, shaking trailing ribbons of slime from the ends of her fingers. Thor’s and Steve’s hair had taken on a distinct greenish shade, and Hulk was splatting around happily, every hop causing little showers that Bucky had given up on avoiding.
Even Tony and Sam hadn’t escaped, caught in the final gelatinous explosion, dripping globs of slime from above.
There was a loud squish and a shower of splatter, and all of them turned to glare upwards as Clint slid down the wire that’d uncoiled, cackling loudly over the comms. He landed light, acrobatic grace that only ever showed itself when they were working. Bucky kinda hated how hot he found it, but not nearly so much as the warmth in his chest at the memory of the coffee stain that hid under the badass tactical vest.
“Lookin’ good,” Clint drawled, sauntering over, spotless hands tucked into pristine pockets. He nimbly ducked out of the way of the handful of jello-green that Sam aimed in his direction and leaned against the wall two feet from where Bucky was slumped.
Bucky looked up at him, strands of hair hanging slickly in front of his eyes.
“Enjoy the view from up there, Princess?”
Clint grinned. “Does that make you the frog?”
“You askin’ for a kiss?”
He watched with interest as a flush washed over Clint’s cheeks, as he reached up to rub, embarrassed, at the back of his neck.
“And what if I am?”
Bucky considered for a moment, then lunged abruptly sideways and grabbed Clint’s ankle. It disrupted his balance enough for his boot to skid in the slick green slime, and he crashed down onto his ass in a puddle of goop.
“Hey,” Clint said, then “hey,” again, more uncertain, as Bucky shoved in close.
It wasn’t the best, for a first kiss. Bucky was halfway focused on getting his hands all up in Clint’s hair, for one, for full slime coverage. It was a little slicker than he’d usually go for, too, but Bucky was gonna go with his gut, plus all areas south, not to mention the soft noises in the back of Clint’s throat; he was gonna call this a good thing.
Clint looked satisfyingly dazed when Bucky finally pulled away; he was feeling a little weak in the knees himself.
“So,” Bucky said, cupping Clint’s cheek and brushing green slime gently under his eye, “prince?”
“When you guys are quite finished…?” Steve said, sounding a little pink about it all.
“Screw you, Steve, we’re royalty,” Clint said, grinning up at him, and pulled Bucky back down for another kiss.