Promcake [2P!England x Reader]

"Morning poppet," a cheerful voice greeted.

You set down the book you were currently reading, and turned your attention to the voice. Your eyes met a pair of bright blue eyes. You arched a brow at the strange man before you picked up your book again and resumed reading.

"Morning Oliver," you greeted back.

"Would you like a cupcake?" he offered as he pushed the treat in front of your face.

You looked at the small cake suspiciously. Light cyan and hot pink frosting coiled around the top of the cake. Sprinkles of different blue and pink hues decorated the cake like freshly fallen snow. You sighed and pushed the cupcake away.

"No thank you Oliver," you stated.

"Why not?" Oliver pouted as he leaned on your desk.

"I am just not in the mood for a cupcake," you told him.

"Any mood is a good mood for a cupcake!" he argued.

You sighed, as you put your book down. You knew very well that he wasn't going to let this ordeal go until the cupcake was eaten. You had known Oliver for quite sometime already and knew he enjoyed putting special ingredient into his cupcakes.

"Can I have the purple one?" you asked as you pointed to the violet coloured one that sat on top of his desk.

"No!" Oliver shouted. "This one is especially made for you," he smiled brightly.

"Especially made for me?" you repeated. The strawberry-blonde boy nodded. "Alright, I guess it couldn't hurt."

Oliver's smile grew wider as he passed you the colourful cake. You glanced at the confectionary with another suspicious look. Your gaze went to Oliver you smiled brightly as he waited for you to bite into the treat. You pulled some of the polka dot wrapper away and leaned in to bite it.

You could already taste the sugar from the frosting as you bit into the cupcake. You munched on the cupcake and finished the off the rest of it. You glanced at Oliver as you chewed on the last of the cupcake. As you chewed you bit into something that definitely wasn't cake nor candy sprinkles.

You pushed the weird object to the front of your mouth and pulled it out. It was a strip of cotton candy coloured paper. Inked writing laid across it, while a delicate drawing of a cupcake was in the corner.

"Read it poppet," Oliver instructed.

Your eyes scanned over the cursive inked writing. Some of the letters had been smudged by icing, which made it a little hard to read. Your eyes finally settled on the last word that delicately laid on the piece of paper.

"Prom?" you read aloud. You looked towards Oliver once again. "You want to go to prom with me?"

"Of course love," Oliver confirmed with his signature wide smile.

"I'd love to Oliver," you smiled.

Oliver's face lit up even more so, he jumped up and wrapped his arms around you in a big hug. You laughed at the Brit's excitement. It amazed you how happy he always seemed to be. Even after living with Al and Mathieu for a good majority of his life, he always had a little bounce in his step.

"I will pick you up at six-thirty on Saturday," Oliver smiled as he pulled out of the hug.

"Sounds good," you agreed with a small pink blush on your cheeks.

"Oh poppet! You are a messy eater!" he commented.

You arched your brow in confusion at his motherly act. He leaned in closer to you and used his thumb to wipe something off your lip. He brought his thumb back to reveal blue frosting. Oliver then licked his finger clean of any blue. With one last smile and wave he walked away from your desk and back over to his own.
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Oliver hadn't picked you up at six-thirty like he had said he would. Instead he got his brother Mathieu to pick you up in his dark red Ford truck. Mathieu was quiet as usual, while Al was in the passenger seat. He tried to get you to call him master a few times, but Mathieu quickly shut him up.

"Why didn't Oliver pick me up?" you questioned the two brothers.

"Don't worry doll, everything is fine." Al stated with a sinister smile.

"Yeah sure, I am in a car with a couple of psycho paths." you grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest and slumped back into the seat.

"What was that?" Matthew grumbled as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Nothing!" you stammered. Death by hockey stick or baseball bat was not on your checklist for the night.

Silence followed suit. Al checked out his nail infested baseball bat. He rubbed a cloth against a dark red stain on the wooden piece of sport equipment. Matthew's attention was on trying to find a parking lot for his large red truck. Once a suitable spot was found, and a junior was scared out of grabbing said spot, you hoped out of the truck.

"Is Oliver coming or not?" you asked the two boys, your frustration was clearly evident.

"Already here poppet," a voice whispered into your ear.

You jumped forward, a small scream left your mouth as you did so. You turned around to see Oliver in a frosted pink suit. A bright cyan blue bow tie completed his cupcake coloured outfit. He stuck out his hand, which presented a purple frosted cupcake.

"I apologize for not picking you up. I was baking more cupcakes," he explained as you grabbed the cake from him. You began to eat it, you had to admit Oliver was a great baker.

"It's fine Oliver," you sighed in between bits.

"Come on ____, let's dance." he laughed as he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the gym. In turn you dropped the cupcake and tried not to stumble as you were pulled.

Oliver pulled you through the doors into the gym, he completely ignored the ticket people. He immediately dragged you into the middle of the dance floor and stood there.

"You look like a cupcake poppet," Oliver commented as his blue hued eyes glanced over you.

"Should I take that as a compliment or?" you drifted off with a sly smile.

"Definitely a compliment love," he stated as he gently placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you close to him.

"Well than, thank you. You looking very dashing yourself Oliver," you giggled as he grabbed your free hand and guided you in a dance.

"Poppet?" he asked.

"Yes?" you responded as you looked up at him.

"You have some frosting on your face," he stated as he leaned closer to you. With every second his face came closer, and closer. You could now see each freckle the Brit had on his face.

"Where?" you blushed at the close proximity.

"Right here," he breathed before he pressed his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the gesture. They soon fluttered shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss as he fully wrapped his arm around your back which pulled you closer.

"I love you poppet," he breathed as he pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you too Oliver," you smiled as rested your head on his shoulder. "Can you teach me to bake cupcakes like yours?"

"Sorry love. I can't tell anyone my special ingredient," he laughed as he kissed your nose.

"Darn," you mockingly pouted. Oliver smiled and nuzzled his nose in your hair as he resumed the dance once again.

"Promcake," he quietly laughed.

"What?" you questioned confused as you looked up at him.

"Instead of a promposal, I gave you a promcake." he laughed.

"Well it was a very good promcake," you smiled. He returned the smile with a wide grin and lightly pecked your lips.

"I am glad," he stated.