the old man and the 'c' student

This Ain't No Never Neverland

Summary: Lance finally gets his angel.

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

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Lance ended up buying the magazine. And not two weeks later, he received an invitation in the mail to attend his 10 year high school reunion, with a note from the previous planner, the one he slept with, of a list of the people invited, and a “Hope to ‘see’ you again.” He disregarded that. His eyes scanned the list, looking for the one name that mattered to him. His angel’s.
And he found it. She was invited, and had RSVP’d. He was going to see his homeroom angel once again. And this time, she wouldn’t run away.

He walked into the gym of his old high school, irritated and nervous. Irritated because he hated high school when he had to be there, hated the people when they were students. He hated them now. He hated the school now. But he was determined to find his angel. He was nervous because, what if she rejected him again? What if she already had someone? How could she not? A model, a centerfold, and smart?! She was perfect. Any man would be blessed to be with her.

His eyes scanned the room, looking for her luscious (h/c) hair that belonged to his only. They soon found their target, landing near the bar set up by the stage. She stood tall, wearing heels and a black lace dress, seeming to match the teddy he saw in the magazine. Her figure was even more breathtaking in real life, seeming to have not changed since that day in class all those years ago.

As if she could sense his eyes on her, she turned around, searching the crowd for the piercing gaze. When her (e/c) eyes finally landed on his blazing baby blues, her throat visibly constricted and her chest stopped moving with her breaths. It was like seeing a ghost. A ghost of dreams and memories. Putting herself together, she straightened her back, pulled back her shoulders, and lifted her chin high.

She didn’t just walk to him. She didn’t strut. She glided. It was as if (he hated his mind for this cliche thought) she were floating on air. She was so graceful, determined to get to him. Once she was in front of him, though, that’s when everything intensified. Her perfume wrapped around him like smoke, just as intoxicating and deadly as carbon dioxide. Up close, he could appreciate the swell and rise of her breasts and they rose with her inhale, and dipped with the rhythym of her exhale.

“Lance Tucker, didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?” her husky voice brought him out of his thoughts. But with those words, he was brought back to that conversation his senior year. A smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Just admiring the view, angel.” And just like that day in homeroom, she blushed and looked down. He didn’t think it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful now than she did at 17. The lights from the dance floor seemed to make her glow, as if she were sent from heaven itself.

“You know, you shouldn’t wear such a tight dress. Might bring unwanted attention.” he winked. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I wanted you to stare at me. It boosts a girl’s ego. And I know what comes next. You’ll tell me I can’t handle what you throw at me because I’m too, virgin.” she stares dead into his eyes. His breath caught. She remembered.

“But sadly, Lance, I’m not so virgin anymore. Actually, I bet you couldn’t handle what I throw at you.”

“How confident are you on that, sweet cheeks? Care to prove it to me?” his voice was low, just as seductive as hers, but daring. Daring her to challenge him, daring her to fulfill his teenaged fantasy.

“You haven’t changed a bit. Except maybe a bigger ego. I watched you at the Olympics, by the way. Saw you win gold and silvers. Watched you become famous.”

“And I know what you’ve been up to, angel. Centerfold for one of the most famous, highest selling porn magazines.” Her eyes widened.

“That’s right beautiful, I know. I saw your centerfold piece.” he said. He circled behind her, mouth going to her ear. His hot breath caused a shiver to run down her spine and goosebumps to raise on her neck. He felt a small triumph at causing such a reaction. She wasn’t as repulsed at she liked to act.

“I saw that black lace negligee, and the heels, and the smirk. I almost passed out dead when I finally recognized who was in between the pages of a PlayBoy magazine. The only girl I wanted in high school.”

She turned slightly, pupils dilated with lust. “What would you do if I told you I was wearing the exact same one under this dress?” she whispered.

He swallowed thickly, his mouth gone dry. The image of what actually lay beneath the strapless garment was just too much.

“I’d ask you to go back to my hotel room with me so I can see it in private.”

A cheshire cat smirk played on her beautiful lips. She turned around fully, mouth reaching up to his ear. “Then let’s go.”

That was all the motivation he needed before taking her hand and running out of the room, pulling he laughing woman behind him.


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A/N: Some people I tagged just because they liked the post and didn’t even ask.

My adventures in the mobile otome market have been

interesting to say the least

This is pretty deep

Anyway after we’ve had a little shakespeare moment we end up in a school, with a teacher who’s showing us around. We are - of course - a new student at the school that joined in the middle of the semester. We’ll be the sitting in the second to last row seat, next to the window

I think the teacher just told her she’s ugly

After insulting us he explains that “racial discrimination” ain’t a thing here. MC doesn’t know what the hell he’s on about so Sensei further explains that all the Races have a different rank

… and I even talk like … one

He tells us that Zombies have the lowest rank, great. Mermaids are the highest ranking for whatever reason, perhaps they can efficiently slap someone to death with their fin in this world ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Sensei has only been telling us all of this since he wants to show us something

*not sure if being groped or potentially murdered*

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What part of you is it that gets off on torturing students? Everyone in this class may be afraid of you, but I’m not! I see your miserable scare tactics for exactly what they are, the misguided lassions of a bitter, lonely old man who only feels good when somebody in the class feels worse.

Erik and Charles have a really weird relationship like Erik is “okay so I care about you so I won’t kill you even though we’re enemies and u won’t kill me-which is fuckin weak man, come on- and sometimes we get your students together oh yeah and speaking of students I kinda kidnapped one of urs??? Haha it’s for the greater good bye” and Charles is just like “Erik, old friend, what the f u c k”