no but seriously this is my last prom

Scene that I want to see in "Spider-Man 2: Prom"
  • MJ: *ranting about how prom is a symbol of our backwards society and that it needs to be abolished for all sorts of reasons*
  • Pete: Hey MJ, you wanna go to prom with me?
  • MJ: *stops rant* Wait...seriously? This isn't a prank?
  • Pete: Uh...I mean, Liz moved away, Cindy's going with Ned, and every other girl I asked has been taken. So...why not?
  • MJ: Wow...so pretty much, you just confessed that you weren't listening to me for the last five minutes.
  • Pete: You just have to say no-
  • MJ: -fine, I'll go with you to the stupid prom. My views on this backwards, insipid event is still the same but you asked nicely.
  • Pete: ...
  • *CUT TO THE END OF THE MOVIE, Pete, Ned, and Cindy Moon are picking up MJ at her place*
  • Ned: How much you wanna bet she didn't dress up? I mean, this is MJ we're talking about.
  • Pete: I'm surprised she even agreed to go with me...to ...prom...holy shitake mushrooms-
  • MJ: *walks down the stairs in a fabulous red dress, in honor of the original Mary Jane's red hair. Zendaya's modeling experience is in full-display in this scene*
  • Peter, Ned, Cindy: *staring in complete disbelief*
  • MJ: *to Peter* What? You really thought I was going to go to prom in baggy jeans and a band shirt?
  • Peter: Uh...um...wow, you look...you look...wow. Just wow!
  • MJ: Wow indeed. Face it tiger, you just hit the jackpot.
  • *Movie ends there*
ST6 - Prom

Genre: FLUFF

Words: 1,564

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Originally posted by jiminiminii


Ever since you were young, you have thought of what it would feel like to go and attend a prom. Well, your school doesn’t have this event which was really disappointing because you’re gonna miss half of your highschool life.

Jimin, your best friend, is calling you on the phone around 10pm. It surprised you because he never really calls, he’s more into texting and chatting.

“Hello?” You said as if you were asking him. 

“Y/n! How are you?” 

“I’m fine. You sound happy huh.” 

“Well yeah, ahm, I just want your help.” 

“Help?” 

“You see, I just want your opinion about this suit my mother gave me for prom.”

You got a bit excited when you heard the word prom.

“Prom? Woah good for you.” A bit of bitterness on your voice. 

“Hm why?” 

“Our school doesn’t even know what prom is.” You joked

“What?” He chuckled.

You guys met because of your parents and ever since, you guys have been the best of friends. You both studied in the same school back in elementary but they moved to another city not too far from you. Leaving you in that school. You visit each other every weekend and still communicate through social media. It was surprising that both of you are still close.


You both agreed to meet so you can see what he’s going to wear. You met up at the cafe near his house.

“Jimin!" you greeted him as you sat on the table where Jimin was.

It’s been so long since the last time we saw each other.”

“Stop being dramatic, we met last weekend.” you both laughed.

After drinking some coffee, you went to his house. You greeted his mother as you entered the house.

Good afternoon Mrs. Park”

“Y/n! I’m glad you’re here. Jimin won’t stop asking me if his suit looks okay.” Her mom said as she eyed her son.

Jimin is really conscious about his looks. He’s cleaner and more organized in things than you are. You remembered him scolding you because your room was a total mess.

You and Jimin then went to his room. You weren’t even surprised how clean his room is. He then took his suit out from his closet.

What do you think?” 

You chuckled at him. Not because of his suit but because of him. 

Why are you-” You cut him off.

You’re like a girl.” You both laughed.

The suit is simple but you know that it would look really good on Jimin.

No worries though, it will look good on you.”

“You think so? I mean, I like how simple it is but I don’t know…”

You noticed something suspicious. 

Hm, I think I know why you’re conscious on what you’re going to wear…” You said.

Huh…”

“Do you have a prom date?” Jimin’s cheeks became red.

No… I don’t have one…”

“Don’t lie to me Jimin.” You lightly hit his arm.

I seriously don’t have one.” 

You still wanted to tease him but you were convinced that he really didn’t have a prom date. Knowing your friend, you’re sure there’s someone he wants to ask but too shy to do it or that someone already has a date.

You can be my prom date…” He shyly said making the both of you blush.

Oh, ahm, are you allowed to take someone not from your school?” You were suddenly shy.

I can take you there as a guest… I mean, last night you’ve kind of told me that your school won’t be holding a prom… So maybe, I thought I can bring you with me.” 

Some part of you felt down when you heard him say he’ll take you as a guest instead. Though you accepted his offer to be his guest.


You keep looking at yourself on the mirror. You chose a plain black long sleeved cocktail dress that rest just below your knees. You curled your hair and had your makeup done by your mother. 

Y/n! Jimin is already here!” Your mom said from downstairs.

You felt nervous and excited, is my dress okay I mean will he like it or, you now know what Jimin felt when he asked you about the suit he’ll wear. You then went downstairs and saw Jimin sitting on the couch talking to your mother.

Oh there’s Y/n.” Your mom said with a big smile as she felt happy and emotional to see you.

When you saw Jimin, your breath got caught in your chest, he was beyond stunning.

I’ll take a picture of you two.” Your mom said and you gave her your phone.

Jimin wrapped his arm around your waist. You could feel yourself blushing as both of you smile to the camera of your phone.

This is your first prom date.” Your mother said happily.

No mom… I’m h-his guest tonight…” You said as you pointed out that you weren’t his date.

It’s the same honey, now go and enjoy okay?”

You then went to his car. He then started driving.

You look gorgeous Y/n.” He smiled.

“Thanks… You look handsome tonight.”

“Don’t I always?” You chuckled at him.


 You were sitting at a table reserved for guests. Some of your girl classmates were at the prom too and were also seated at the same table, they were all asked by their boyfriends to be their prom date.

Even though we’re just sitting here, I really feel happy.” One of you classmates said.

How did your boyfriend ask you Y/n?” 

You didn’t know what to answer, you were sure he wasn’t your boyfriend. He was like you can be my prom date and got shy after and then said he’ll bring you as a guest.

I don’t have a boyfriend… My best friend brought me here as a guest. Since you know, our school sucks.”

“I agree with you about our school.” You all laughed.

Just then a slow song started. Boys from the other tables started to stand up and ask their girlfriends or maybe their crush to dance with them. A part of you cringed but then all of your classmates were there dancing, and you were left alone at the table.


Jimin, on the other hand, really wanted to ask you to dance with him. But he’s a small mochi. He’s too shy to ask you. His friends were even encouraging him.


Jimin, go and ask her to dance with you. You won’t want to miss the chance bro.” Taehyung encouraging his friend.


Just when Jimin already had the confidence, the song already ended. He was disappointed. Not only did he want you to experience it like the other girls, but he also wanted him to be your first dance.


The prom ended and you really had fun, especially the foods that were served. You and Jimin talked about the prom.


Did you enjoy tonight?”

“Of course! The food, the lights, the tables, everything.” Jimin chuckled as he found you cute when you answered.


When you reached your house, you thanked Jimin.


Jimin, thank you. You don’t know how happy I am.”

“No problem…”

“I’ll go now. Bye!” But Jimin took your wrist.

Wait.” 


He then brought out his phone and started to play Perfect by Ed Sheeran.


J-Jimin, what-”

“May I dance with the prettiest girl this night?” He put out his hand.


You put your hand to his. He then put his hands on your waist and you put yours on his shoulders. You both start dancing. You were so tensed. You were dancing at your front yard, with the streetlights helping you both see each other. You looked at your feet instead at Jimin’s face because you were scared you’ll step on his feet.


Y/n don’t look at your feet.” He then lifted your chin making you face him.

Jimin, I’m… shy.” You said as your eyes looked at somewhere else avoiding eye contact.

Y’n, please look at me.” Your eyes then slowly looked at his eyes. 


He then brought you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your lower back and you wrapped your hands onto his nape. You started to feel comfortable.


I never wanted to bring you at prom just as a guest you know…” He quietly said to me.

You do?” 

“If there is one girl I would like to ask to be my prom date, that would be you. Only you.”


His confession made you blush and both of you shyly smiled. You then placed your head onto his shoulder.


I wanted to ask you to dance with me at the prom, but I couldn’t stand up and go to you.” You chuckled at him as he again confessed. He was too cute.


You guys just stayed in that position, your head on his shoulder with your hands wrapped at his nape and his arms at your lower back. You then heard a camera click. Both of you were startled and saw your mom.


Aw honey, you guys look so romantic here.” Your mom said as she looked at the picture she took.

Mom…” You shyly said.

I’ll wait for you inside honey.”


You then looked at Jimin.


I’ll go now Jimin. Thanks again for tonight, I really enjoyed.” You then pecked his cheeks.

Bye!” You waved at him as you walk inside your house.

B-bye…” Jimin said, his cheek burning hot because of your peck.


A/n: HELLLOOOOOOO!!!! I wrote this story inspired by our school that doesn’t have prom haha. I hope you’ll like this oneshot :)  (i did not proofread this, so if there are errors i apologize c: )

bts as actual things i’ve said.

Namjoon: “dailymotion goes from having elmo episodes to really kinky porn”

Taehyung: “remember how long it takes me to chew shrimp?”

Yoongi: “i slept so hard last night that im tired of sleeping” “dude i almost said the f-word and a second later i said ‘sHIt we have a kid here!!’”

Hoseok: “my room is so messy that i can’t even find myself” 

Jimin: “i really wanna piss off min yoongi because he seems so cute” “i’d seriously go to prom with a hoseok cardboard cutout”

Seokjin: “so we came from the airport and we literally drove straight to taco bell”

Jungkook: “I WAS LITERALLY PLAYING POCKET FROGS FROM 9 AM TO 10 PM SO BYE”

One-stop shopping for all your Enjolras/Grantaire fake dating needs:

“Best Kept Secrets” (38k) by tellthemstories (asks/art/etc. for the story)

“I want you to date me.”

Grantaire chokes on the smoke as he exhales suddenly, gasping and pounding his chest with his fist as he croaks, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Find Out What I’m Feeling” (19k) by lady_ragnell

“You sure know how to proposition a person. Look, I’m saying yes, fine, I’ll be your supportive boyfriend until Election Day or until you don’t need one anymore. Aren’t you always telling me I need to get more involved in the cause?” Grantaire rolls his eyes. “I have my reasons, and I don’t see why you should care about them. Not if it gets you elected.”

“Friday I’m In Love” by The Librarina

He shook his head. “I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Grantaire’s chair fell backwards, spilling him to the floor.

“Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” (6k) by sigh_no_more

He wasn’t breaking his promise. He wasn’t inviting a ‘rando’ to his house. He was going to contact a rando and invite him to his father’s house. There was a big difference.

“World Ain’t Ready” (185k) by idiopathicsmile (asks/art/etc.)

“Wow,” says Grantaire. “Do you still need that favor? Is this you trying to sweet-talk me? Man, you better hope you stay that pretty, or the dating scene is gonna be rough.”

Enjolras throws his hands in the air. “I’m not trying to—okay, look.” In one breath, he blurts out, “I need you to go to prom with me. I need you to pretend to date me.”

“You were my best chance; I was your last resort”  (5k) by defractum

Grantaire pauses. Enjolras turns to blink at him, and Grantaire holds up a hand. “Wait. What? Seriously? Firstly, we’re not dating –”

“They’re not going to believe me if I tell them that.”

*More EXR rec posts here

S.Coups: Childhood Friend

Originally posted by j1nwoo

school AU

  • if you want to fight choi seungcheol and you know it clap your hands
  • jk jk
  • no i’m not
  • ok so once upon a time there was this five year-old named choi seungcheol
  • seungcheol always brought this cute little red wagon with him everywhere
  • he used it to transport his toys, his friends, you name it it was in there
  • at the beginning of summer vacation you moved across the street from him and saw him walking around with your wagon
  • that was a damn cool wagon
  • you were jealous as he happily pulled it around and enviously stared at the boy
  • you also noticed he had weird looking ears
  • seungcheol saw you pouting while sitting on the sidewalk as boxes were loaded into your house and ran over to you, leaving his wagon on the sidewalk across the street
  • “HI! I’M SEUNGCHEOL! ARE YOU NEW HERE?”
  • he smiled a  l o t
  • “um, yeah. i’m (y/n).”
  • “that’s a cool name! wanna play?”
  • you stared at the wagon
  • “yup!”
  • you two played construction workers as you both pulled the wagon to and fro as it carried your tools (sticks and big rocks)
  • it turns out seungcheol was pretty nice
  • and funny
  • a perfect candidate to be your new best friend
  • luckily he thought you were awesome too
  • he was a little starstruck
  • new neighbor from a far away place?
  • noice
  • school started and you spent most first grade clinging to seungcheol
  • his friends were louder than he was
  • and meaner
  • when seungcheol was absent they picked on you and almost made you cry
  • but you didn’t tell seungcheol
  • what if he liked them more than you?
  • eventually seungcheol found out
  • he was with his friends at lunch while you were at the dentist and they started making fun of you
  • “her pigtails aren’t ugly!” seungcheol finally exploded
  • he stopped being all their friends that day
  • it hurt him that they hurt you
  • he asked you later if his old friends treated you badly and you didn’t say anything
  • that made him angry
  • not only at you but himself too
  • he was a manly man
  • manly men protected girls
  • that’s what all the stories say, right?
  • during a sleepover seungcheol pinky promised you that he would always protect you
  • you told him you weren’t a princess
  • the two of you spent the rest of the night arguing about him protecting you until his mom said to be quiet and go to sleep
  • during middle school seungcheol started doing sports and girls started to talk to you to get to him
  • after all you were the only girl he really talked to
  • and by talking to
  • i mean he would whisper-shout at you across the room and get the both of you in trouble
  • it got annoying
  • the girls were even worse
  • the last thing you wanted to hear was how hot seungcheol was
  • you shrugged
  • eh
  • boys were meh
  • then in high school seungcheol became an even bigger deal
  • captain of every sports team this kid
  • he led everyone to championships with you cheering for him during every game
  • you felt proud of him
  • but not like a mom proud
  • you felt something……… more than that
  • you fell for seungcheol
  • hard
  • it was during chemistry when he told you a cheesy joke and chuckled
  • his smile looked great
  • he sounded great
  • his jokes were okay you guessed
  • but
  • he was great
  • you kept your crush for him pushed into the back of your mind
  • you couldn’t lose him
  • he was your best friend!
  • ……and you doubted he would pick you when he rejected all those girls that were prettier, smarter and sportier than you
  • so prom finally came around
  • and you had no intentions of going
  • you were watching netflix when he texted you
  • ‘what r u doing?’
  • you replied ‘not u’
  • he laughed from his room ‘no seriously’
  • ‘i’m watching netflix’
  • ‘without me? what happened to netflix and cheol?’
  • you regretted making that pun
  • ‘anyways come to my house i have a surprise for you ;)’
  • you were suspicious
  • surprise?
  • the last time he sent you a text like this his surprise was that he forgot to do his history hw so you had to help him catch up on the past three chapters
  • ‘if its hw i’m punching u’
  • you walked over to his house
  • it was so far away
  • all the way across the street
  • seungcheol better have a good reason for making you exercise this much
  • the said dork opened the door and pulled you into his house
  • “close your eyes” he said
  • “ok…” you really didn’t want to but you did
  • he led you with his hand on the back of your waist to a room that smelled like cake
  • “ok open your eyes”
  • you did and gasped
  • a huge ass cake sat on the table and you were drooling at the sight of it
  • “ohmygod YESSSSS” you squealed
  • he smiled hugely “YES!”
  • what?
  • he picked you up?
  • and spun you in a circle?
  • then kissed you?
  • hE WAS KISSING YOU?
  • WHAT?
  • WHAT?
  • WHY WERE HIS LIPS SO PLUMP AND SOFT AND WARM
  • AND THEY WERE ON YOURS????
  • you were in total shock as he pulled away
  • you blushed and looked to the side to hide your face with your hair
  • then you saw on the top of the cake
  • ‘i love you (y/n). how about prom?’
  • on the cake was a drawing of a red wagon
  • you giggled
  • seungcheol beamed
  • and you kissed him again, shorter this time
  • just a peck
  • “i love you too”
  • “-and the cake”

i hope you guys enjoyed the first drabble~ Remember that SELFIE SHIPS and WRITTEN SHIPS are OPEN

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Prom Night

Pairing; Scott McCall x Reader

Request: 8- Scott Mccall

Prompt; “Just pretend to be my date.”

Masterlist

You looked absolutely ridiculous. Seriously, when was the last time you wore a dress let alone a freaking gown? It was getting hard to breath, the sequins on the bodice were starting to itch, these shoes were too tight, plus it was really hard to hide the two Bowie knives under the skirt without the sharp tips digging into your thighs.

Looking back on it now, maybe saying yes to Scott wasn’t the best idea in the books. One more layer of hairspray on your head and you’d be convinced it wasn’t; and Lydia was edging closer and closer with the can in her hand. 

“Okay”, you quip and jump from your chair, “I think I’m good with the whole makeover. Can we go now”?

Lydia stops in her tracks and purses her lips, looking you up and down one more time, “I don’t know… I think I can see the outline of your knives through the dress. We might need something…. poofier”

You let out a whine and look down at the dress. It was a sleek looking burgundy thing that was much fancier than anything you’d ever worn before.  Apparently it wasn’t fancy enough for Lydia. 

“Maybe something like a ball gown would look better”, she suggests. 

“Oh nooooo”, you laugh and retreat a step back, “We are not putting me in something that makes me looks like a damn cupcake. This is fine”.   

“Whatever”, she shrugs simply, “This isn’t like an actual date anyways”. 

You huff and roll your eyes, leaving her comment in the air and turning back to the mirror, swiping a mascara brush across your lashes. Again, your mind started to wander back to a few days ago and you can’t help but laugh. 

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Shit. I forgot to ask

Prompt: Pietro: “Hey, y/n! Soo…what color should I wear to prom?“

Y/N: "Umm? I don’t know?" 

Pietro: "Well, we have to match. So what color is your dress?" 

Y/N: "Hey, yeah…since when are we going to prom?”

Pietro: “Shit. I forgot to ask.”

Pairing: Pietro/Reader

High School AU

Senior year was coming to an end and everyone knows what that means. Prom.

I’m not  the biggest fan when it comes to dances nor am I part of the we-hate-prom fanclub. To be honest, I barely think about it. I’m planning on going but mostly because it’s one of the last things I’ll get to do with my friends before we graduate and go on our separate ways. At least with most of them.

There’s no way you could separate me from the Maximoff twins. We’ve been best friends since I can remember and we’ve been making plans for college since we were old enough to know what it meant. We would all go to NYU. Solemnly based on the fact that it is in New York and we’ve been wanting to move in there and make some new friends, buy apartments next to each other and have the whole: F.r.i.e.n.d.s. dynamic.

I know what you think…not the usual high dreams you could expect from a couple of teenagers.

But there’s this other thing we always avoid telling other people about our families and to be more specific about Wanda and Pietro’s alchoolic father and the anger issues of mine, which are sometimes resolved with a little bit more than a slap over the face. It’s not that bad…at least that’s what we tell ourselves…we found out pretty late that the way our families work isn’t how it’s suppoued to.

And now, we just want to get as far as possible, as soon as possible. We make the best of what we have and we don’t lose a second more blocked in our past. Because these days, it’s all about the future.

Now, back to prom. I know I said it’s not that big of a deal but apparently it is to people in my class. This is that time of the year when each time you turn around you find someone doing something incredibly stupid in the hope that the object of their affection says yes. I mean seriously, there was a kid dressed in a Jedi suit and did the whole ‘I’m mind tricking you’ thing - You will go to the prom as my date - every year things got wierder and wierder.

I don’t get it why people don’t just go with their friends, that’s what I’m planning on doing. Seriously now, how many high school sweathearts last the summer? Friends, on the other hand, can be for life!

“What got you thinking so hard there, y/n?” Pepper asks as she slides in the chair next to mine during our lunch break.

“Prom…” I reply absent minded.

“Oh, you’re going with Pietro?” she asked rasing her eyebrows in a suspicious manner. What was all that about?

“Yes. I’m going with him and Wanda.” I say focusing on my… I have no idea what I was eating. Me and Pietro figured that if we actually knew what we were suppoused to be eating at the canteen we would starve. So we never asked, we just hoped it wouldn’t kill us.

“Oh…I thought that..never mind.” she dimissed whatever she was about to say quickly and started eating.

Honestly, I didn’t really care to ask so I just tried to keep the conversation alive and said the first thing that popped into my mind. “So, who’s your date?”

“It’s..Tony.” she mumbled softly in between bites.

“Tony? I don’t know any guys named…wait! Stark? You’re going with Tony Stark?” I stared at her, bewilderment evident in my voice, and most likely on my face.

I guess you guys need filling in. Anthony Stark, he would kill me if he would find out I just said Anthony but that’s beside the point, is like… one of the greatest playboys there is. And I’m not talking about High School level playboy. No…I talk about celebrity-pappazi-extremely-rich-people playboy level. There are fanclubs about him, he has actual fangirls. It’s quite emberassing if you ask me. Anyway, Pepper is like one of the few girls who doesn’t..apparently didn’t, buy his crap. And since he and Pietro don’t get along, me and Wandadon’t count. But just because we’re tagged at Speedy’s minions. Don’t ask… Anyway, everyone thought Pepper was the one girl he couldn’t get his hands on. People actually worshiped her for that. And now? All those people left without a godess? Think of the disaster!

“Yes..”

“Oh my God! Is he blackmailing you?” of course that must me it! How could I think anything else. I would apologize for that later.

“No! And stop being so rude about it! Yes, we’re going to Prom together. He’s not that bad…once you get to know him. He’s really smart and beside all that douchebag act there has an actual good heart.” she starts defending the asshole. Actually defending him.

“Holy crap! It has begun! The Apocalypse begun! I’m not ready for it!” I say in an overly dramatical voice.

Pepper rolls her eyes and decides to ignore me…I can be pretty much a douche too sometimes but good thing is everybody know they are harmless jokes and no one really gets upset. At least that’s what I think…

***

I enter my trig class and the most strange thing happens. Stephanie Whitmore is waiting near my desk..which can only mean she’s waiting for me…which can only mean the sun rises in the north. Because that’s how far from the usual this situation is.

“Who is she?” there is obvious anger in her tone and if that wasn’t obvious enough the murderous gaze she threw me should have suficed.

“I promise it was a one time thing. I don’t love her. Not the way I love you!!” so this..this is like the worst time ever to be sarcastic. Like if there was a top 10 worst times to joke around this would come next to never-be-sarcastic-when-you-have-a-gun-pointed-at-your head-and-the-mugger-has-a-funny-moustache.

“Cut the crap, bitch! Now tell me who’s Pietro’s date to Prom!”

“What the..what?! Pietro’s date? What does that have to do with anything?” there was plain confusion. What was her deal with my best friend?

“I asked Pietro to Prom and he refused, me. Me! Saying he already had a date and he would never ditch her!”

“Calm your tits, woman. I’ll talk to him. We’re going as a group. Me, him and Wanda. I’ll let him know there’s no problem if he wants to go with you.” why did she need to scream and cause a scene? Really now, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though I guess I was pretty impressed he turned Stephanie down to go with me and his sister. That’s actually nice.

“I don’t know who you think you’re kidding with this but I know he has a date! As in a single girl! He’s taking a girl to prom! I already know Wanda’s going with Vision and she won’t tell me who he’s taking. I figured you’d like to keep using both your lungs and you’d tell me what I want.”

Use both my lungs? Who the hell talks like that and wh..wait! Wanda’s going with Vision? When did that happen? And how come Pietro hadn’t beaten the shit out of him yet. There’s no secret he isn’t the biggest fan of having boys near his sister. And really now, what kind of parents name their kid Vision? It just sounds wrong. But..wait. If Wanda’s going with Vision, Pietro with his mystery girl…that means…they totally left me hanging.

“Those little piece of shits!!” I mumble. “I can’t believe both of them got dates for Prom and didn’t tell me. Who the hell am I suppoused to go with, now?”

“Wait, you didn’t know all this? You’re practically useless!” and she storms out of the room.

Didn’t she have trig class too? People are wierd.

But I still can’t believe my best friends did that to me…I don’t mind that they have dates..it would have been nice to know before I turned down the guy in my chemistry class becase I was suppoused to go with my friends…c'mon they could have at least told me!

Rest of the day sucked. I’m still shocked my friends left me in the dark. Apparently it was already a big thing, Wanda going with Vision and Pietro, the best in our school’s track team, with his mysteryos date. They were pretty high on the social ladder, I was practically dragged along and in all High School there was no one who seemed to have caught Pietro’s eye before. And he had enough girls falling at his feet. The news that there was a hidden love interest in the runner’s life was pretty big. People kept on asking me who she was and I had absolutely no idea. He never talked about anyone. And now…I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach and the anger rising inside me each time someone asked me. And it was not because they had left me hanging or they didn’t tell me…it was because I found myself wishing I was the girl everyone was talking about.

And as soon as that thought crossed my mind I realized what my anger had all been about. I was jelous.

***

I’m home now…reading…listening to music and trying to not think about what happened today at school. Especially the issue involving Pietro. And that’s what I was calling it from now on. And as I was definetely not thinking about the…issue, my phone started ringing and too busy, not thinking about the issue, I hadn’t checked the caller id before answering.

“Y’/n speaking.”

“Hey, y/n! Soo…what color should I wear to prom?” he asked in a playful manner. He was so the last person I wanted to talk to right now. And I can’t believe he had the audacity to ask me what he should wear to the dance with his amazing date that was so spectacular he forgot to mention.

“Umm? I don’t know?” I wouldn’t even bother acting angry with him. He didn’t deserve my..angry words…

“Well, we have to match. So what color is your dress?” he says like it’s the most normal thing to say. What just happened? Was I? Was he?? Was I his date?

“Hey, yeah…since when are we going to prom?” Because I had no idea I was his date…I mean since I didn’t know you can’t really say I ever was but… but that means I’m the mystery girl?

As I debate what it all means I realize the line went silent after my last spoken words before I hear a soft whisper. “Shit. I forgot to ask.”

Porcelain Hearts: Part 6

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1k+

Song: The Paper Kites - Malleable Beings

Warnings: Mentions of sastiel, oh the fluff.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Your name: submit What is this?

My name is Y/N.


Due to John coming home you decided it was best to let dismiss yourself much earlier than you had planned, despite the Winchester’s protests. All of them, even Dean insisted that it was alright for you to stay, but you had shaken it off as Cas stood next to you, saying that they needed to spend time just as family while they had the time.

“So, how far did you and Sam get?” You asked as the two of you padded down the pavement, the sky having now filled with clouds.

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On The Class of 2016

Well I’m currently sitting in the band room at my old high school. I really didn’t mean to be one of those lurking graduates, but I’m getting my car fixed across the street and one of my juniors (now a senior…eek!) saw my car and came to the shop and enticed me to help with band camp by offering me pizza, soda, and an opportunity to watch recruits without going outside. 

So yea, here I am. They’re all running through a new song and I’m sitting here typing this after having lunch with all my juniors (now seniors, that’s still weird). And my car still isn’t fixed. But that isn’t the point. 

Anyways, while we were at lunch I was preemptively grilled about college admissions, IB senior year (a lot of them are IB), and just life in general. And while a lot of advice was given out (best test prep books, interviews, what not to write your History IA on, what colleges I and my friends got into, etc) I realized that there were some things I wish someone would have told me before starting my senior year. Things that aren’t usually thought of and things I’m not sure I just told them. 

So here’s to you three and your Class. 

Dear Class of 2016, 

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My Heart Is Set On You - Part 2 [AU]

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1532

Story line: It’s your last day at high school and it’s your prom. It’s also the last day in the States, so you’re looking to spend the night with your friends, but mostly with Ashton, the leader of the T-Birds and your boyfriend. But you don’t know he is really mad at you for leaving without looking back.

AN: So, at first, I didn’t want to write a second part because I’m not a big fan of parts two but some lovely anon requested and here it is! I don’t really like it, though. So I’m really sorry if it sucks. 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Ashton’s POV

High school was ending for Y/N and as I feared, she was going home, this time for real. Could I blame her? Probably not but I was really pissed off because what we had felt so real that I thought it would be for life. I knew I was being dramatic and I was Ashton Irwin, the leader of the T-Birds, so I couldn’t afford to behave like a girl. But I couldn’t help it, she made me feel things that I didn’t even know they existed. Also, I stuck around a whole year, waiting for her to finish her studies so this way we could think about our future. I mean, I wasn’t expecting to marry her right away; I wasn’t that stupid. I thought that maybe we could find a place and start living together while we figured out our future. But no, she was leaving and she didn’t even think about me.

“I can’t believe I’m going to prom again” Calum sighed.

“How did they convince us? I’ve already been to my prom, I don’t need more love songs and stupid dances” Michael said.

“Chicks loves boys who go to dances and proms. Maybe you have a chance to find yourself a girlfriend!” Luke joked, earning a slap on the back of the neck from Michael. “Hey Ashton, are you okay? You’re very quiet today” Luke said, worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not like I’m going to go to that prom anyway” the boys looked at me surprised.

“What?” Calum asked, confused. “But Y/N is expecting you to go. I mean, you’re her partner for the dance. Hell, you’re his boyfriend”.

“Yeah, is not what boyfriends are supposed to do?” Michael added.

I shrugged as I said: “I don’t know and I don’t care”. I got up from the couch and I left Calum’s place. I needed a drink, I needed to forget about Y/N. Although I wouldn’t want to forget her, I had no choice: she was leaving, for good. So, what was left for me?

Your POV

When I saw Calum, Michael and Luke arriving at the school without Ashton, I frowned. I didn’t talk to him that day but he promised me he was coming. It would be our last dance, our last chance to be together. I didn’t want to spend my last day in the States surrounded by people but it was my prom, so I didn’t want to skip it either.

“Where’s Ashton?” I asked them when they were close enough to hear me. Michael and Calum exchanged looks but was Luke who talked.

“He’s late” he lied. “Let’s go inside, come on” he smiled, offering me his hand. I took it and together, we went inside the school.

I knew it wasn’t but I felt like that prom was my goodbye party because all the boys and girls were around me, trying to make me feel comfortable. I was really grateful to all of them. In my two years there, they always assured I was okay. Calum, Michael and Luke were always trying to flirt with me. They didn’t care Ashton was in front of us and it remind me of the first day I met them. If it wasn’t for them, Ashton and I wouldn’t be together. I knew he said something to me because his friends were trying to win me over.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving” Calum pretended to cry. “What are we going to do, Y/N? Are long distance relationships even work?” I laughed.

“We’ll probably find a way. Don’t worry, baby” I joked.

Gina came to me after a few seconds, she hugged me and she actually cried. I tried not to cry but whenever I saw someone cry, I cried along with them. I was going to miss her. After all, she was my best friend. We danced together for a few minutes because Michael ran towards me and hugged me while he started to spin me around the room. I laughed while I grabbed him because I didn’t want to fall.

“You know, you’re going to miss me” he said when he left me on the floor. I looked at him, raising my eyebrows. “Don’t look at me in that way. You’re going to miss not kissing me when you had the chance” I laughed while I gently hit him in the chest.

“I’m sure I’ll miss it” I said, smiling.

I was having a fantastic night with all of my friends when I realized that two hours had passed.  I started to worry because Ashton wasn’t anywhere and Luke had told me he was coming. Late, but he was coming. I went where he was and when he saw me, he opened his arms. I laughed softly and I hugged him.

“I’m going to miss you” he said. I waited for him to say something stupid like the other boys but he didn’t. I smiled.

“If I ask you something, you promise me to tell me the truth?” I asked him.

“You can try” he said, smiling mischievously.

“Where’s Ashton?” his smile quickly faded and my heart sank. That wasn’t a good sign. Every time Luke erased his smile, was because something bad was going to happen. “Luke?” I insisted. Luke sighed and ran one of his hands through his blond hair.

“Something happened between you two?” I frowned and shook my head. Nothing happened between us. “Are you sure? Because he seemed pretty angry this afternoon. He said he wasn’t coming. I thought he was lying but I guess he didn’t”.

“Do you know where he might be?”.

“Yeah, Mary’s diner.”

I couldn’t help it but in my way there, the anger started to raise. Ashton was ruining my prom and he didn’t even care about it. I didn’t know what was the problem with him but I wasn’t going to let him pass it. It was our last day together! Why he wasn’t there? And most important, why he was angry?

Mary’s diner was closed when I arrived but Ashton was sat on the stairs with a bottle of vodka in his hands. The image broke my heart in little pieces and I hesitated before taking a step toward him.

“Are you having fun?” I asked bitterly.

“Oh yeah” he said without looking at me. “How was your prom?”

“I don’t know because I’m missing it because of you” Ashton raised his head and looked at me sharply. His hazel eyes turned dark and his features were tense. He was mad, really mad.

“Of course this is my fault” he said, getting up. “Everything is my fault, right Y/N? Also, you leaving tomorrow is my fucking fault”.

“What?” I said, confused.

“What you heard”.

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because you’re fucking leaving to the other side of the world and you didn’t even ask me what I felt about your decision!” he screamed, scaring me. “You even care about me?”

“Of course I do!” I yelled back. I tried to calm myself because I didn’t want to spend the last day with Ashton fighting. But he didn’t seem to think the same. He wanted to fight, I could saw it in his face. “You know I have to leave, Ashton”.

“Yeah, because of your family. But what about me, Y/N? Two years ago, I understood why you told me you had to leave after summer. After all, we spent together a few weeks. But now, Y/N? We had been together for two years and you’re leaving without looking back. You made me fall in love with you again just so you could leave again”.

“That’s not true. I would stay if I could”.

“If that’s what you tell you to sleep better…”

“We had talked about this”.

“No” he said harshly. “You talked about this” he corrected, pointing his index finger at me.

“Why didn’t you tell something back then?”

“Would it have changed anything?”. Truth was I didn’t know. I didn’t know if it would have changed anything. My family needed me there and although I loved Ashton, my family always came first. I didn’t want to hurt him but that was how I worked. And he had to understand that this wasn’t something that made me happy. It was something I had to do. “Yeah, that’s what I thought”.

“You promised me you would came to my prom” Ashton looked at me with disbelief.

“Is this seriously what is worrying you?”.

“No! But we could end things in a better way, Ashton! I wanted to spend my last night here with you and instead of this, you let your friends flirt with me while you drank a bottle of vodka”.

“At least, I know vodka is always going to be here” his words hurt me like knives.

“You’re an asshole. You promised me you wouldn’t hurt me again”.

“I don’t think you understand this, Y/N. You hurt me. You made me act this way” he walked down the stairs and away from where I was, leaving me alone with my thoughts and more eager than ever to return home.

ladyenjolras  asked:

10 + clawen :D

10. high school popular kid/nerd au

Owen was being unreasonable. He was being childish and unreasonable and Claire had had just about enough of it. She knew what she was doing, had been navigating the upper social circles of high school for years and yet here came Owen Grady thinking he knew better than her. There were many rules you had to follow to stay on top of the social ladder; from little things like never wearing a shoe flatter than two inches unless it’s a sandal and always choosing salad over fries - and then there were big things.

 Going to Prom with Vic Hoskins, quarterback of the football team and trust fund baby over Owen Grady - motorcycle rider and dinosaur enthusiast? 

That was practically rule number one.

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