that napkin is my favorite part of this whole box set

After Prom

(Based on the adorable prompt someone gave me!)


~ Richie threw his head back and let out a large sigh. “I’m a little tipsy.” he confessed, mostly to the sky. Coming to block his view of the sky was a glaring blue sign. 

“No shit, Rich.” Beverly giggled and hiked up her dress to hop up the curb. She clutched her heels in her right hand. “That’ll happen when you spike the punch bowl.” she bumped his shoulder and caused him to stumble right onto Eddie. The seven of them were in the midst of living their prom night to the fullest. They’d gone bowling right after, which proved to be a bad idea. Richie had charmingly picked up the blue and black bowling balls and proclaimed ‘Hey look my balls are black and blue!’ Eddie had slapped him. She glanced down at her watch, 2 am. It was Mike’s idea to come to IHop. 

“You only got a few drops in before Mr. Fletcher started to come over and you watered it back down with more punch.” Stan chuckled at the memory and held the glass door open for everyone. He smiled at them as they passed him to get inside. Beverly was hiking her dress up to avoid tripping over her bare feet. Ben followed after her with a tilted bow tie and a hand jetted out to take her shoes from her. Bill and Mike were exchanging the cheap bunch of photos they all took at the prom. And Richie was leaning down with his chin on Eddie’s shoulder whispering something with a smirk. Stan did not want to know what he was saying, he cringed as he followed after him. 

“I’m gonna get those pancakes with the funny face on them.” Richie whispered in Eddies ear who shook his head and pushed him away. 

“What are you five?” Eddie asked with a small grin as Richie bumped his shoulder. 

Mike swore he saw the hostess cringe as their large group entered. He gave her a polite smile and bit his lip. “Table for seven?” He asked, embarrassed. She shook her head and gathered menus and gestured for them to follow her with a swish of her ponytail. The restaurant was for the most part, empty. The orange tint of the lights flickered over a few customers who followed the Losers with distaste. The hostess set the menus down at one of those large curved booths. Beverly slid into the booth, dress rubbing against the shiny seat and Ben came after her. Richie and Bill were on the end seats. Bill with Stan to his right and Richie huddled up to Eddie on his left.  

“So how was everyone’s prom?” Beverly asked with a wide grin and tapped her fingers on her chin. She pulled her feet onto the bench, siting with crossed legs and let her dress cover her lap. 

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“-Yeah! You tripping over Beverly’s dress was definitely the best part!”Stan pointed his napkin covered silverware at Richie. “Richie Tozier face-planting will always be my favorite part of anything we do.” 

Richie reached his leg out from under the booth and started kicking at Stan’s leg and the two were swept into a full out battle. They were only stopped when their waitress came over with a large platter and a glare in her eyes. Everyone’s mouths fell open and watered. Beverly finished her sip on her coffee and grasped her plate with wide eyes. “Thank you.” she licked her lips. 

Richie’s plate was set down in front of him and he wasted no time to start digging into the funny face made out of whip cream. Eddie looked at the pile of disastrous sweets from his own more bland regular pancakes with a disgusted face. Richie gave him a wide smile. “I’m surprised your appetite hasn’t killed you yet.” Eddie cringed as Richie stabbed his fork into it. 

“This’d be an ok way to die by me.” Richie slid the fork into his mouth and hummed. “Y’know it’s ok to eat like this every once in a while, Eds.” He glanced down at Eddies boring plate. He cut a large chunk of his food and waved the fork in front of him. Hesitantly, Eddie opened his mouth and Richie fed it to him. 

“Get a room!” Mike teased from next to Eddie and scooted closer to Beverly. 

“Would if I could get rid of all you guys, the collective third wheel.” Richie chuckled and felt Eddie kick him from under the table.  The group was swept into a large burst of laughter when the kick thumped Richie right off his end seat, making him fall on his ass. Mike swallowed the last bit of his food and cleared his throat while Richie sat back down, throwing chunks of food at Stan and starting a small food war, arm over Eddie to protect him from the line of fire.

Mike raised his glass of water, the sweat dripping into his hand as the food war settled. “I propose a toast.” He smiled and felt Richie toss over his toast, winging his shoulder. He smirked at Richie and tossed it back. “Anyway, I want to toast to our prom and our last days of high school.” 

“To the Losers Club!” Ben shouted and clinked his orange juice glass to Mikes and soon there was a heard of mismatched cups and glasses raised and clinking together. Bill smiled as he watched all of his friends. 

“I l-l-love you guys.” He clinked his mug to Stan’s. And there was a collective “We love you too, Bill!” that made him laugh. 


When Bevs head fell onto Ben’s shoulder and everyone’s plates had been cleared, they decided it was time to move on. 

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They decided the best place to go to say goodbye to the night was the park. It was mostly still dark as they stood in the grass. “Oh!” Richie suddenly remembered something and went back to Eddies car. When he came back, he had his small transistor radio and a wide grin. 

“You keep that in my car?” Eddie asked with a furrowed brow and Richie pulled out the antenna and tapped it gently on Eddie’s nose. 

“I keep it in your glove box.” He smiled and started playing with the dials until he found what sounded like a slow song channel. And as the last song finished, a killer saxophone kicked in. “oh!” Richie lit up and started pretending to play the saxophone. 

“You know someones cool when they play the air saxophone.” Ben shook his head and everyone kicked into laughter while Richie gave him the finger with a smile. 

Richie held his hand out for his smaller date, who gave him an unimpressed look. But took his hand away. Being that same-sex couples were not permitted at their prom, the two of them were only able to dance when no one was watching. They had been able to get through a whole slow song with the rest of the Losers Club dancing around them. 

 "I’m never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm, Though it’s easy to pretend I know you’re not a fool.“

So The Losers club danced in the middle of the park at 4 am. 

Imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food
completely the fault of this prompt

“You ready?”

“Wait, lemme—okay. Yeah. Go.”

“Don’t do that dewy eyes thing again. I nearly burst out laughing last time.”

“Just shut up and go—the waiter’s coming.”


Dean hastily leans back, fumbling with the cheap velvet box in his palm. Cas is barely suppressing his grin, pretending to be interested in the dessert menu.

The waitress is at the table opposite them, and Dean taps his fingers patiently against his leg. Just a little bit closer.

“You know, I was gonna wait ‘til we got back home, but I don’t think I can anymore.”

Cas looks up, expression of surprise just on the edge of believable.

“Dean?” He asks carefully.

“Dammit, Cas, I can’t stand it!”


Dean throws his napkin down, standing with a dramatic flourish. Heads are starting to turn towards their table, and their waitress is staring at them, her mouth open. Dean fights back his grin. Jackpot.

He drops to one knee, and all around them, surprised gasps and a couple stunned oh my gods echo through the restaurant.

Dean holds up the ring (something they dug out of the bottom of a 99 cent bin in Walmart), adding a hesitant edge to his voice.

“Castiel,” he says gravely. “Love of my life. Will you—will you marry me?”

Cas presses a hand to his heart, his lip trembling a little. (Damn him and those acting classes he took their senior year of college, the fucker.)

“Dean,” he breathes. “Of course. Of course!”

Dean is immediately yanked up in the arms of his pseudo-fiancé, as the restaurant dissolves into a cacophony of whoops and applause. Cas smiles against his lips.

“Nailed it,” he whispers.

“As always,” Dean whispers back. Then he kisses him again, because hey—that was the best part of the fake proposing, getting to make out with Cas in front of everyone.

Well, that, and the free food.

It happened kinda by accident.

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You yawned as you extended your arms upwards, sitting up on your bed. “Morning Sleepyhead,” Johnson spoke as he looked at you from the other side of the room. “What the hell happened last night?” You questioned, rubbing your head as you tried to recall the boys presence. “Well, you got baked and fell asleep soon after,” Gilinsky muttered as he sat down next to you. “I’m sorry guys,” you replied shaking your head, feeling both apologetic and guilty. “I’ll take the blame for that one, Babe..” G replied, lightly gripping one of your shoulders. Johnson nodded, “But we would never let anything happen to you (Y/N), you deserve a night every once in a while. You groaned as you got out of bed, “I don’t mean to be a bad host but I need to take a shower, will you guys be okay for a while?” “Can I join?” Gilinsky smirked. “You’re a pig!” You replied coldly, giving him a stare that could turn someone into stone. “Hey, you can’t blame me,” he spoke in attempt to defend himself. You crossed your arms as you leaned on the door casing of your bathroom, “Don’t worry, I’ll let it slide as long as you two make breakfast and we have a good, old-fashioned movie day. No funny-business, just us and an over abundance of movies.” “Deal,” Johnson said, “C’mon Jack, we have some breakfast to make.”

You smiled as the boys left the room and you went into your closet and grabbed out baggy, your favorite sweats and v-neck tee. You took a quick shower, brushed your teeth and put eyedrops into your rather blood shot eyes. After blow drying your hair you put on some mascara then slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks as you headed to the kitchen. “Someone knows how to make
a girl happy,” you said as you motioned towards the French toast on the table. “Powdered sugar and cinnamon, just how you prefer it,” Johnson spoke, handing you your plate. “Thank you,” you smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Gilinsky walked over setting a cup of tea in front of you, “Where’s mine,” he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. “Come here,” you sighed jokingly, pulling him down to your level, kissing his left cheek. You took a sip of your tea, “What movies are we gonna watch tonight?” Johnson began to speak but was interrupted by the vibration of Gilinsky’s phone. Gilinsky stood up abruptly, placing his plate in the sink, “Uhh.. Something came up guys, I’ve got to run. I’ll probably see you tomorrow,” he stammered through his words, hugging me as he ran out the door. “Thank was peculiar,” you spoke with a questioning connotation. Johnson shrugged, “I guess it’s just you and me, Princess.” He beamed as he took another bite of his french toast, you nodding then doing the same.

After finishing breakfast you began to clear the table. After you set the glasses in the sink you whipped around to face Jack, “Why do you think G left? Was it her?” You questioned already knowing the real answer, it being something you didn’t want to hear. “I think so,” Johnson replied, quickly swallowing. You nodded, “I just have a bad feeling about her,” you took a slight pause, “But I also want him to be content.” Jack dropped a fork down in the sink, the clatter echoing throughout the room, “It’s his choice (Y/N).. And you know how oblivious he can be, I just worry she’s gonna screw him over.” He let out an exasperated sigh and headed back towards the table, picking up the remainder of the dishes. “Let’s just forget about it and have an amazing day, just you and me,” you smiled pulling Jack into a hug. Jack kissed your nose and smiled back at you, “I’m gonna go shower while you finish up.” You immediately agreed, watching Jack as he walked out of the kitchen. After grabbing a napkin you swiped the crumbs from the French toast into your hand, then tossed it in the garbage. You placed all the dishes in the dishwasher and got on your phone and began scrolling through Twitter. Lately you’d tried to avoid it because of all the drama it caused. A new tweet from Gilinsky popped up that said, ‘Taking out the girl tonight, she just doesn’t know it’. You rolled your eyes thinking about him and Madison and groaned, setting your phone face down on the counter. By this time a shirtless Johnson had walked into the room. You laughed at the way his hair was currently placed on his head. His usual quiff had split into two and curled away from the center. “Come here,” you said motioning for his presence. He sort-of jogged over to you and you ran your fingers through his hair in attempt to fix it. “There you go Sweets, let’s watch some movies.” You turned away and walked into your living room, Johnson only a step behind you. Grabbing the remote, you plopped on the couch. After an endless battle, Jack convinced you to watch Ouija. You weren’t really scared it’s just you didn’t like the whole concept but when Johnson gives ‘that look’, there’s no thought about going back.

(Several Scary Films Later)
You were cuddled into Johnson’s side, only looking up at the screen to take quick glances. Every little creak in your house made your fear level skyrocket. Suddenly a mirror within the movie broke, shattering into what seemed to be a million pieces. You jumped, covering your eyes, earning a giggle from Johnson. You hung your head and jutted out your lips. He paused the movie then pulled you onto his lap so you were facing him, “I’m sorry I made you watch that,” he spoke softly. You shrugged, “It’s fine, I just wanted to spend time with my partners in crime, but lately it’s just the two of us. We’re not the three amigos, or the three musketeers, it’s just you and I.” Johnson smiled, “I like it better that way,” he whispered placing his forehead against yours. You nodded as he pressed his lips against yours, and kissed back like never before. The door then whipped open and the two of you quickly separated. Gilinsky looked back at you, his jaw clenched and you froze.