BBS One-Shots

P-Pomb? Bomb? Fuck.

Yeeeeeeeee. Prompt from @RosieRise12345 for a BadicallyIDo407 Highschool AU! Thank you so much. Writing this was really fun, actually.

-Celcia

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Scotty was determined. He would do it. He was going to ask Marcel to be his prom date in some cute, cheesy, over the top way and he was going to nail it. He could do this. He could do this.

He couldn't do this.

Scotty was beyond nervous, despite the fact that prom was a few months away. He had plenty of time to ask his boyfriend to prom, and, while, yeah, Marcel probably assumed they'd be going together, Scotty still really wanted to ask him.

     Maybe Scotty could do something with their gamer tags, like, BasicallyIWannaGoToPromWithYou, but when he though about it, it was really stupid. Maybe, like, he'd say 'Wanna go to prom?' at the end of a date. Whatever he ended up doing, Scotty just really hoped that Marcel would end up saying yes.

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     There was a week left. One week until prom, and Scotty had yet to ask Marcel to go with him.

     They needed suits, and color coordinated stuff, and ties, and-and they needed to plan pictures, and- Scotty took a deep breath. He'd just have to ask. Asking was simple, but he was nervous about the answer.

     What if Marcel says that he doesn't want to go? What is he was planning on going with friends or something, or he didn't want to go with Scotty?

     Scotty shook his head. He'd say yes. He had to. They'd been dating for almost a year now. He just had to say yes, didn't he?

     Even though Scotty was pretty sure Marcel would say yes, he was scared; he still needed to come up with a plan, too. It needed to be perfect.

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With five days left until prom, Scotty decided that he would just have to take out his boyfriend for dinner or something, then he could ask him to go to prom. Well, that is, if he could actually find the time to do it.

Scotty finally decided that he's going to just ask Marcel normally, without a pub or anything, and he was going to do it with a bouquet of flowers. Maybe.

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Scotty sighed as he bought some flowers; his mind was racing for his days with Marcel tonight, and it was still hours away. They were going a movie, and then to the park to just walk a little, and that was where Scotty was gonna ask the question.

     Scotty adjusted the buttons on his light blue shirt and played with the belt loop on his pants. He nervously knocked on Marcel's front door and waited for it to open. After a few moments, he heard someone coming down the stairs, then opening the door quickly.

     Marcel appeared with a smile on his face, dressed in a maroon shirt and a pair of tight, black jeans. He looked really nice, and Scotty was certainly going to mention that.

     "You look very spiffy," Scotty teased, handing him the flowers he had.

     "You look good too," Marcel replied, giving his boyfriend a soft peck on the lips. "I'm going to go out these in some water quickly, and then I'll be back," Marcel said, running off. He came back quickly, a smile on his face. "So, what movie did you say we're going to?"

     Scotty smiled. "I didn't."

     Scotty lead Marcel away from the front door and down to his car, then they headed off to the movie theater together.

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The movie had been decent, something simple but good, and now Scotty and Marcel were on their way to the park, just to walk around for a little bit.

     Scotty scrambled to get out of his car and he opened the door for Marcel, who laughed but thanked him with a smile.

     They left the car and started to walk around the lake, and around halfway Scotty decided that, if he was going to ask, it had to be now.

     Scotty slowed down a little, his hold on Marcel causing the other man to slow too.

     "What is it?" Marcel asked, gently rubbing his fingers over Scottys knuckles.

     "Do you wanna pr-pom-bo- bomb- fuck me, no that's not-" Scotty stuttered.

     Marcels eyes went wide for a moment, and he covered his mouth. He make a choking noise, and it was clear that he was trying not to laugh.

     Scotty sighed. "God, I fucked that up," he grumbled.

     Marcel laughed, removing his hand and nodding in a fit of giggles.

     "If you're asking about prom, nothing more and nothing less, then yes, and if you're asking me to Bonn something, I'd rather not. As for that last one," Marcel said, he took a step closer, winking, his hand on Scotty's hip, dangerously close to his crotch, his head on his shoulder with his mouth tilted to his ear. "Well, we'll have to see about that."

     Scotty blushed furiously. "It was the f-first one."

     Marcel laughed. "I know," he said, pulling away, only to be caught and dragged forwards for a kiss.

     "Thank you," Scotty mumbled against Marcel's lips, and Marcel can only smile in return.

     "Yeah, I had a feeling you were gonna ask me. No other reason you'd get me flowers."

     Scotty snorted, and Marcel just kissed him again.