PPG One-Shot: Spelling Bee (Brick/Blossom)
Happy birthday to @genovahβ! She is always inspiring me to come up with more PPG content, a true hero. Iβm back with another entry in the ongoing Shooketh, Not Stirred high school AU Reds series for your entertainment.Β As always, this can be read alone, but it happens in the same universe as part 1, part 2, part 3,Β part 4, and part 5. This is also posted on my AO3.
Summary:Β Brick and Blossom hunker down in the library to study for the upcoming regional spelling bee.
***Reblogs are extremely appreciated, since this probably wonβt show up in the tags due to cursing. Thank you! <3
In fairness, Brick had come to the library during his free period with the pure intention to learn. And he was certainly learning something. But somewhere between sliding into his seat opposite Blossom and watching her lips move around insouciant as if it were a strawberry slathered in ganache, his purity was torn from his weak, teenage boy fingers and there was absolutely no going back.Β
βBrick, are you listening to me?β She touched his hand across the table.Β
βDid you need me to repeat the word?β
βIn-SOO-see-uhnt,β sounded it out slowly, and hand to god, that dominating SOO went straight to his cock.
This, of course, was fine.Β
She twirled her hair around her finger and puckered her lips. βFrench.β
Blossom mistook his increasingly horny stupor for plain old stupor and sighed. βAre you even trying? Because if I didnβt know better, Iβd say you were completely fine with Darla Dimpleton going to regionals instead of one of us.β
βI am not fine with that.β
Darla Dimpleton was an unassuming, unthreatening nobody with the personality of plain oatmeal. Brick would never have even bothered to learn her name had she not committed the cardinal sin of scoring so much extra credit while everyone else was busy having lives that she stole the number one GPA right from under him. Which meant she stole it from under Blossom too. Which meant Brick was no longer a respectable silver medal to Blossomβs gold, but currently ranked third and therefor merely happy to be on the podium at all (and for the record, no one has ever been happy merely to be on the podium, just like no one has ever been happy winning Most Improved: you sucked, and now you suck a little less. Except this time, you actually suck more because Darla fucking Dimpleton decided to Quaker Oats her way to the top of this rat race that doesnβt actually matter, but itβs the principle of the thing, i.e., the only thing that matters.).Β
All of this to say, Darla Dimpleton was the Worstβ’ and she was one hundred percent going down.Β
