prom is just around the corner

It took me a while to post this because I had to edit the text…that’s always what holds me up. Full story under the read more

Here we have the presidents son out walking his dog with his 2 guards in tow
Umbra’s after making things awkward with a total stranger who whips around ‘oh em gee your dog got further than any date ive ever had’ and of course Noct is mortified D:
Ignis and Gladio are just like 'Dog?!?! what’s wrong with you??’

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misunderstandings // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles completely misjudges a situation while trying to impress the girl that he likes

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no


Sliding into her seat only seconds before the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. He had left yet another lengthy note in her locker expressing the long list of things he liked about her. According to him, her beauty could “stop time” and her smile could “cure the world from all things evil.”

Normal people would have found it creepy. Y/N on the other hand knew what it was like to be completely in love with someone who didn’t even know it and sympathized for the poor boy. 

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anonymous asked:

Oh my FUCkinG GOD I JUST READ FAMILY MEANS NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND OR FORGOTTEN BY COSMICOCEAN AND CDHDCSH I didn't realise that fic was everything that I ever need in my life till now, fuck, bless u guys and bless cosmicocean and bless stucky and marvel and every1, I owe u guys my life, my first child, my soul,,,, 10/10 would read 80000k words of steeb and bucks being loser dads w their adopted children they found in the trash and extended fam bam avengers


keep my secrets, hope to die by defcontwo

She’s a straight A student with a type A personality and her fingers in the pot of just about every progressive activist group on campus but there is a thrumming running through her veins that tells her over and over and over, this is not enough. You can do more. You can always do more.

Mission: Promposal by AndUCallMeWeird

Teddy Altman has been pining after Billy for years, now he’s finally decided to do something about it. With Prom around the corner and determination to take the boy he’s pretty sure he’s in love with, Teddy plans out the biggest Promposal in history. With the help of the Avengers, Teddy manages to give Billy an experience he will never forget.

One Cloud Feels Lonely by thecommodore_squid

“I’m going to take a break for a while,” Steve said quietly, not looking at T’Challa, not knowing that this was what he was gonna do until the words were out of his mouth. “I can’t be on a team right now.”

T’Challa nodded as if he understood. “Alright.”

In which Steve and Bucky both figure out how to be a person again, and it still takes them over 130 years.

Reincarnation Is Confusing by Zethsaire

A short character study of some of the Avengers/Young Avengers, and how Victor Mancha could help Bucky accept that the arm is a part of him. Also deals androids and reproduction, and how reincarnation puts a damper on everyone’s sex life.

Until They Can be Made Unbreakable by zarabithia

He’s supposed to be in prison. Instead, he’s watching The Wizard of Oz with a group of teenagers who think he should be a role model.

Step by Step (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by moan-s

Pairing: Peter Parker x Older!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Peter asks his older friend, Y/n if she would help him learn to dance since he doesn’t know how to and she’s already been to prom. He confesses that he’s scared to make a fool of himself in front of everyone. While teaching Peter in the best way she can, something happens between them.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This was requested by a sweet anon who said, “I know you have a lot to do, so I feel kinda bad to request something, but I swear I’m patient and since I fell in love with your writing it had to be you! <3 I’d like to request a Peter Parker imagine and thought of something like this: The reader is a bit older, so she’s already done with prom and stuff and it’s shortly before *his* prom. He tells the reader that he’s afraid to make a fool of himself, because he can’t dance. The reader than teaches him a few steps and they end up kissing. :)”

Masterlist Request a Prompt

Peter knocked on the door three times, his knocks getting louder each time as he grew more and more anxious. He had asked the question in the mirror a thousand times, but he was still nervous and embarrassed.

“Oh, hey, Peter.” Y/N smiled, opening the door to reveal the anxious boy.

Peter let out a breath as he looked at you, feeling his nerves settle as you gazed back at him, a smile on your face.

You may have been a year or two older than Peter, who was now eighteen, but he couldn’t deny that he had a crush on you.

“Earth to Peter.” You said softly, causing the boy to shake his head and look at you. “I asked you what was up twice.”

“Oh, I- uh, have to go to prom soon and I was wondering if you’d maybe teach me how to dance?” Peter stammered. “I just don’t want to make a fool of myself cause I don’t know how to dance.”

“Aw, Peter.” You said, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Come on in. I can teach you how to dance.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Peter replied, walking into the apartment as you shut the door behind him.

“It’s no problem, Peter. Dylan won’t be home for a few hours, so we won’t have to worry about bothering him.” You explained, talking about your roommate as you arranged the items in your living room to make room for you to dance.

Peter helped you move the furniture around as he spoke. “I was going to just stand in the corner and drink juice, but then I remembered what you said about prom being more fun if you put yourself out there.”

“It is a hell of a lot more fun if you know how to woo your date and just hang out with friends.”

“I-I actually don’t have a date to prom?’’ Peter’s statement came out more like a question.

“You don’t have a date to prom?” You asked, your jaw dropped.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay. First, we’ll deal with the dancing situation and then we’ll find you a date.” You said, taking Peter’s hand in yours as you guided him onto your makeshift dance floor.

Peter nodded, blushing lightly as he followed you. He let you guide his hands in the correct spots as he lost himself in his train of thought.



“Follow my lead, silly.” You giggled, starting to lead him in the right steps. “One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.” You counted. “You’re doing okay so far. Are you sure you don’t know how to dance and this isn’t a ploy to hang out with me?”

Peter chuckled as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Petey, I’m just messing with you.” You said softly before Peter let out a sigh of relief.

He gazed down at your feet as you two continued to dance before looking back up at you. He studied how your face looked, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips, making you think you imagined it.

“Do you want to take a break?” You asked.

“No, thanks. I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

“Oh good. That’s great. You’ll be dancing with the prettiest girl at prom in no time.” You smiled.

That was when you saw something in Peter’s eyes that you never thought you’d see. There was a fire in his eyes and you knew how you felt for him could materialize in his.

And you thought; Damn, the feelings I have for you I am not sorry for.

Peter couldn’t figure out what was in your eyes the moment he found himself lost in them. He couldn’t describe it, but he felt the urge to do something, anything to break the tension he felt.

“You have really pretty eyes.” Peter spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blushed as you found yourself not being able to say anything as you looked into his eyes.

He gazed back at you before leaning in, his lips brushing against yours before both of your eyes closed and your lips melted into one another.

You kissed back and moved your hands from behind him to his face as you pulled his face closer to yours. You pulled away before your breath hitched and you rested your forehead on Peter’s.

“Do you want to go to prom with me?” He asked softly.

You smiled and pecked his lips.

“I would love to.”


Pairing: Stiles X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is a strong independent female who is slightly on the plus size. She’s been in Beacon Hills for her entire life with no friends; but she prefers it that way. Stiles enjoys watching (Y/N) from afar, he’s picked up on her little habits that she doesn’t think anyone notices but he’s afraid to confront her but with prom just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t know whether to play it save with a friend or to try something new.

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Prompt: requested by @artfuck ; I hope this is what you wanted :-)

A/N: If you’re going to get butt hurt about me writing (Y/N) as overweight/plus size then don’t read this. I used to be overweight so I don’t mean to insult anyone who is plus sized - sometimes people can’t help it.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Stiles stared at you from across the classroom; your head was stuck in yet another book, but it was different from the one you were reading last week. He had his elbow rested on the table, and his chin on his hand. Scott was beside him, nudging him slightly; he gave his best friend a weird look.

“Stop staring,” Stiles shuffled awkwardly in his chair but didn’t miss you looking up from your book to glance at the two boys. You shut her book and placed it in your bag before leaving the near empty classroom. Stiles hurried from his seat before scurrying after the girl that barely knew he existed.

You were just near your locker when you heard footsteps running in your direction. You stood to the side to let the spastic lad go by you but you were shocked when he stopped in front of you. “(Y/N), hi.” He breathed, clearly out of breath. You gave him an odd look but decided to ignore him and continued to your locker.

“Hey, hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” He managed to get out, resting against some stranger’s locker. You turned to face him and looked around at the students looking at you two. “Are you okay?” You asked, not sure as to why Stiles Stilinski was talking to you.

He nodded, holding up a finger to tell you to wait a second, you chuckled; bringing your cardigan around your body more - you weren’t too fond of the attention that you were getting. “I just wanted to ask… if you’re going to prom next week?” Stiles nervously asked, changing his weight from one foot to another waiting for you to answer. “No, I’m not…” Before Stiles could get another word in you snapped at him, “And I’m not going at all. I don’t know why you’re talking to me, but please stop.” You mumbled, before storming down the corridor and out of sight.

It was the night of prom, a night you had no interest in and also a night that you were spending alone. Being alone wasn’t new to you, at a young age; you realized that you weren’t like the others in Beacon Hills, you were nearly twice their size which was strange, everyone was relatively thin and healthy looking. Everyone wanted to befriend Lydia Martin, the perfect, pretty, skinny girl and people ignored you. You were pretty in your own way; your eyes shined for days on end and you’ve got a smile to die for, but that’s not what people want.

You got used to spending birthdays and weekends alone in the company of your art and books. At least Edward Cullen understood you. You were just about to change the DVD in the player when a knock on your door broke your concentration, you looked at the time. It was only eight in the evening. Walking to your door, you sighed when you saw Stiles Stilinski grinning through the window, waving.

“Hi,” You greeted, slightly confused as to why he was here. “Before you tell me to go away, listen.” He demanded, you noted that he wasn’t dressed for the prom; yet for a casual night in, he also carried a plastic bag with him. “I don’t know why you blew me off last week or why I haven’t seen you in school since, but I want to get to know you. I want you to let me get to know you and that’s why, if you don’t have plans tonight,” He rummaged through the back, “I brought two of my all time favorite movies, ice cream and last but not least, chocolate covered peanuts.” You couldn’t help the smile that covered your face as you opened the door wider, “Come right on in.” You said, and he bounced right through the door and to the living room.

“So why aren’t you at prom?” You asked, getting comfortable in your chair as he pressed play on the first movie. He blushed and sat next to you, “I only wanted to go with you.” He said brutally honest and you felt your heart flicker with each word. “I’m sorry I blew you off,” You started, coughing nervously, “But I thought it was some sick joke. I mean, I’m not the prettiest or the skinniest person in Beacon Hills.” You sighed, looking down at the bowl of ice cream on your leg.

Stiles shuffled closer to you, his hand grasping yours, “(Y/N), you are way more gorgeous than any of those girls that walk the corridors. You’re pure and down to earth and that’s what I like about you.” He looked at you, “I’ve liked you for a while, to be completely honest; I just thought you wanted to be left alone, but I couldn’t handle it anymore. Every time you fix your hair or laugh at something you read, I get this weird sensation but I want to feel it all the time with you.” You looked away, blushing.

“You’re so sweet.” You mumbled, facing the television, he sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You hesitated for a moment before cuddling into his side. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable and safe with someone.

Please remember this was requested by someone; I didn’t want to focus too much on the reader being plus size as it is only a minor detail. I tried to focus on her just being self-conscious even though I am aware that there are loads of plus sized women who are confident and proud and I applaud you all.

anonymous asked:

prom? if ur still writing one-word prompts (:

woahohoho, this got really long.  <3 thanks for the request!

“What do you mean you’re not going?! Sakura, don’t be such a hard headed, stubborn girl!” Ino scolded, her cheeks turning red while she poked the pinkette’s chest.

Sakura only frowned before removing Ino’s finger. The blonde had a point; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, she just had too many things going on, and with graduation right around the corner, a stupid dance was the least of her worries.

“You’re so stubborn, and stupid!” Ino spit out once more, her eyebrows knitting themselves together while she crossed her arms.

Sakura could only sigh deeply, her frustrations getting the best of her as she continued to listen to Ino’s insults.

“You know Sasuke would go with you in a heart beat.”

The mentioning of Sasuke’s name caught her by surprise. She didn’t put it passed Ino to pull the “Sasuke Card” though. Whenever her best friend wanted her to have some fun, she’d always include Sasuke – even when Sakura didn’t want to, she’d do it.

Her mind was now in pieces, torn apart from what her heart wanted, yet she couldn’t say no. But she did anyways.

“No. I’m sorry, Ino, but I’ve got a lot of shit going on. I can’t just drop it all for one night and–”

“Oh, but you can!” Ino screeched, her phone in her hands and her thumbs moving rapidly against the touch screen. Before Sakura could get the blonde’s phone away from her, Ino was already giving her a mischievous smile.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Sakura growled from behind clenched teeth, her knuckles turning white.

The immediate ding, accompanied by a vibrate sounded from Ino’s phone, and before the loud mouth could check her message, Sakura’s hands were on the phone.

I’ve got this stubborn ass going to prom. Better get your moody best friend’s ass in gear!

Ino’s message to Naruto was rather… blunt. Sakura rolled her eyes before continuing reading the reply.

I can’t wait! The bastard is in for a surprise! ;)

The message from Naruto made Sakura’s skin crawl. Sasuke’s pet name for Naruto was ‘bastard’ and upon reading the single word, Sakura could hardly get her breathing to calm.

“You bitch,” Sakura tossed Ino’s phone to the bed.

“You say that now, but you’ll be thanking me later,” Ino winked, blowing a kiss to Sakura and gaining a gentle smile from the pink haired girl. “It’ll be fun.”

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The Vampire Diaries Preferences: First kiss

        Your pulse was off the charts, and you were so frightened that every time you tried to speak, it came out as a mere squeak of air. The Vampire slowly marching toward you was hungry, and you were his pit stop. But as he got closer you seemed to gather some more strength, and you screeched for help at the top of your lungs, hoping that someone would hear- preferably one of your other blood-sucking friends.

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Shut Up & Dance ( Trixya ) - Tammy

Hello! My name is Tammy and this is my first time submitting something to AQ.
I’d just really quickly like to thank Maeve for managing to beta this thing, she did a really great job! 

This is just a real quick one-shot/drabble based around the song “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon.

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This is random and started as something that wasn’t GMW. I think I got all of it switched, but if I missed something I apologize. 

Summary: AU where the clique six weren’t the clique six. Lucas wasn’t the best friend. He and Riley never dated, but he and Maya have something back in high school. What happens when they meet up at a wedding years later?

You hit me category five
With your smile
Blew me away
And girl, it ain’t but midnight
You done killed the lights
Bent my heart back to your bedside

She wasn’t sure why she decided to come to that dastardly get together. Her best friend had all but begged her to make an appearance at the party the was being held after her rehearsal dinner. As maid of honor—it would look bad if she didn’t show up to everything that involved the wedding. It didn’t matter she needed to be up at the crack of the dawn to get Riley ready for her wedding.
So there she sat, at the hotel bar chewing on the stirrer that came with her fruity drink that she couldn’t remember the name of. It wasn’t from having one too many, but all of the names blended together. It had peaches and strawberries in it and it didn’t burn her throat as it went down and that was all that mattered to her.

“Do you want another one?” The bartender asked who looked creepily like her math teacher senior year even down to the kind smile that exuded his unshaven face.

She gave a polite smile—the same she reserved for her student’s parents. “Just a water please.”

She hears a throat clearing and she turns to see two boys from high school standing in front of her.

Curse her best friend for marrying her high school crush. They had ran into each other when he came in with a bad burn he had gained during a lab practical. Riley was the nurse on duty and by the end of the visit, he was asking her out for coffee.

“Maya, right?”

She squinted her eyes, reminding herself to be kind to Billy. It didn’t matter that they had had classes together since first grade when he moved to their town. It didn’t matter she was his tutor for a year their junior year of high school.

He was annoying then and it seemed like he was going to be annoying now. He was using the classic, I think I know your name and you are going to feel great when I remembered correctly. But they both knew he remembered her name just as well as she knew his. 

“Mhmm” She settled with the nicest thing she could think of. She wasn’t the same girl as she was in high school.

High school Maya was crass and rude. She was angry and spent more time glaring than grinning. She had a reputation she wasn’t proud of and if she was going to have to spend this whole weekend with Abigail Adams High Alumni, she wasn’t going to be that hateful girl.

“What are you doing sitting by yourself?”

At this point, Maya had completely ignored the body standing next to Billy. She wasn’t ready to look at him and see how much better looking he had gotten since graduation. She kept her eyes trained on the annoying tool talking to her.

She continued to chew the stirrer which had flattened considerably since she began—but hey it calmed her and stopped her from biting her nails and picking at her intricate hair style. Riley had put way too much time in the intricate crown braid and making Maya’s thick blonde hair into a messy bun with curls falling out of it and framing her face “perfectly” as Riley gushed. 

She shrugged hating how incredibly awkward she could be. “I don’t like crowds.”

“Billy, just get your drink and leave Maya alone.”

She looks at him then. His voice too much like home for her not to. His voice pulls her in like she is wrapped around cord that turns to wherever he is. His hair is shorter than it was in high school. No longer so long that he keeps it in a messy bun most days, but buzzed on the sides and longer on top—long enough for him to still run his hands through it to keep it standing up.

He is in a suit that looked like it is tailored to fit him and the charcoal eyes makes his green eyes pierce her once she finally looks into them.

“You know Maya?” Leave it to Billy to start the conversation acting like he had no idea who she was and ending it as though they are old friends.

Billy wasn’t a mean guy, he never was. Just perpetually stuck in high school and thinking who you were then meant who you were now. 

She has lost all focus of Billy. Too stuck staring at Lucas—their history flashing through each others eyes. Both thinking of how to answer that question.

With the truth?That it started with just staring at each other—though neither knew why that every time the other entered a class, they couldn’t stop staring.

They ended up purposely sitting in spots they could make eye contact—once again, you wouldn’t get them to admit it. Then, when we they passed each other in the hallway, they found each other getting closer and closer to the middle of the hallway—the outskirts of who they were walking with—for the chance they might just graze each other. 

His eyes searched hers as he thought of the times he refused to follow after her when she was upset with him because he said something hurtful.  Neither willing to have a relationship, but not being able to get enough of each other. He would corner her in a bathroom, she would find him in the locker room. They would get so close, close to being more than just a few kisses before inevitably one would walk away.

Admit when he got a girlfriend, neither stopped following after each other, though neither broke the cheating code of pulling each other in like they both so badly wanted to do.

Own up to the fact that months of toeing around each other ended with a night of debauchery after junior prom. Where he pulled her into his hotel room and she didn’t stop him. But that would mean they would have to admit that she left before he woke up and he was back with his girlfriend a week later.

The class jock and the rebellious artist didn’t make sense. They both knew that and so they never spoke about it. The following year, when of course they had four classes together, they sat as far away as possible and she never looked at him. Not until she had nowhere else to look their senior prom and once again—maybe it was the heightened adrenaline or being dressed up for dance—or maybe it gave them excuse to be near each other one more time before they graduated— he was pushing her against a wall and ruining her make up.

She told herself to stop and leave because it was going to just end with her hurt, but she was the opening her room that Riley’s parents had gotten incase they got too drunk and one Riley had no intention using (she had her own date’s room), and the next morning, she kicked him out and blamed it on the alcohol— alcohol that neither had drank.

“Just had a few classes together.” She can’t look away from him. Years of forcing herself to not think about him, to not miss him,  crumbles at the sight of him standing there— so close it was almost painful.

“Hmm, so what are you up to tonight?” Billy grinned and Maya sighs finally bringing her attention back to the other man there.

“I’m going to bed.” Billy is about to open his mouth and she almost can hear his crude pick up line, “No I don’t need help.”

She  pulls a twenty out of her sparkly clutch and slides it to the bartender who takes it graciously knowing her five dollar drink didn’t warrant a fifteen dollar tip, but he wasn’t about to question it. She gives him a kind smile and pulls herself off the stool gracefully.

Her pale pink dress falls heavily around her, swishing as the lace falls into place. Her pink suede Mary Jane’s click onto the tile and Maya pats her backside to rid of any wrinkles. She feels the fan induced chilly air hit her backside and she curses her past self for wearing the open back scalloped dress because though it kept her from overheating while they ran through the wedding at the church that had no air on, in the hotel bar it chilled her a little too much.

She could easily walk around them—pushing through Billy and making her way up to the room, but her feet have other ideas. She is stepping passed Lucas and she stops breathing when his hand inconspicuously caresses her forearm. He doesn’t grip her thin wrist, but it was as though he just needed some reason to feel her. She closes her eyes until she is out of reach and she feels like she can finally breathe again. 

She leaves the bar, clicks her way through the lobby and into the elevator. Once the doors close, she lets out a heavy breath and reaches for the bar to hold her upright. Well that was unexpected to say the least.

She should have figured he’d be here. Farkle and Lucas were friends in high school, not as close as Farkle was to Zay, but close enough to be on the guest list. It wouldn’t be like Riley would have asked for her permission since no one knew of the escapades that happened through out her last years of high school.
She’s nearing her hotel room, so close for the night being over and when she is right at door, she drops her keycard and the elevator bell dings.  She is begging God for it not to be Lucas getting off that elevator, but he must have sick sense of humor because once she stands back at up, she chances a glance at the open doors to find him stepping off.

Of course their rooms are the same floor. 

She looks up at the ceiling. “You are not nice.” She whispers and she wouldn’t be surprised if God and her grandmother are sitting together laughing at her misfortune.

He has stopped from his end of the hall, shocked to see her, and she could easily slip into the room, but they have both seen each other at this point, and it would lead to bigger issues if she coward her way out of this.

So she steps near him as he inches closer. 

“I’m sorry about Billy.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure he won’t remember in the morning.” 

He smiles at her and all those times Riley said Farkle made her weak in the knees makes sense because she is pretty sure she just wobbled. She is twenty two for God Sakes. She shouldn’t be this affected by a boy from when she was seventeen.

He stops in front of her, but not too close. Actually the space between is that awkward not close enough, but not too far. He can’t see her goosebumps and she can’t reach for him,  but close enough she can smell his cologne. 

Her heart is racing, pounding at an alarming rate and she feels with each breath she is gaining less and less air. 

“It’s been a while.”

It is so painfully awkward that she feels like her anxiety is clawing to come out, but she punches it away. “Five years.”

“What are you up to?”

She crinkles her nose at the question, finding the whole moment so odd and surreal: “I’m a Kindergarten teacher.”

He smiles such a proud smile that she almost preens. “That makes sense.”

“Yeah? Everyone else just looks on in confusion when I tell them.”

He steps closer now and she almost steps back, but she tells herself she is strong and so she stays firmly planted in her spot. 

“We aren’t the people we were in high school.” She knows he is talking about the fact people base their confused looks of intimidating Maya on being a Kindergarten teacher. She knows it has nothing to do with them—the decisions they made that led them to once again standing in a hotel hallway.

“What do you do?” She asks trying her hardest not breathe him in.

“I actually am a veterinarian.”

She grins because she has to. There is no other option after hearing he was doing something he loved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiles because he can’t help it. She is smiling at him and it is just as beautiful as it was before.

But then it is over because she can’t stand being so close to him even though it is irrational (because it is so irrational) and they both have taken turns in breaking the other down.

“I should probably be getting to bed.” She looks over her shoulder at the door to her room.

He nods stepping back from her and she has the mental image of reaching out to him. “Of course. Long day tomorrow.”

She nods and they stare for a few moments longer wondering if the other had anything else to say or do. 

But neither say a word and she nods and steps to turn. She makes it two steps before he calls her and her name flows out of his mouth so easily that she feels like her insides might burst.

She turns to him. “You bringing anyone tomorrow?”

She is so floored by the question that she doesn’t even have time to think about the weight of what he was asking. “No. You?”


She nods and sighs a heavy oh before believing the conversation is over. She once again inches towards the door and before she can even comprehend it—his hand is wrapping around her arm once again, but this time gripping tightly and pulling her around into him.

Their lips find each other with ease and she stumbles only slightly into him—his right arm wrapping around her waist to steady her, his left tangling into her hair and effectively ruining her updo.

It felt just like it did before. Overwhelming and heart wrenching and the feeling of falling through the air. Him kissing her was like she had never been touched before and he is holding so tightly as though he is afraid at any moment, she would disappear just like she always seems to.

Her back finds a wall and she pulls at his shirt trying anyway she possibly can to pull him closer. His tongue battling with her and his hands holding her face tightly.He pulls away and she whimpers at the loss, opening her eyes to him staring down at her. Even in four inch heels, he towers over her.

“It is irrational to have missed you so much.” She whispers out of breath and he nods, trying to catch his and planting his hands on either side of her head.
“It shouldn’t still feel like this to be near you.” She continues and again—he nods.

“You hurt me so much last time.” It pains him to hear it and he closes his eyes to not see her broken features. It pained him to think of the stupid things he did when he was a teenager. His adult self cursed his teenage self for walking away from her all those times. For allowing her to kick him out the morning after prom. “And I hurt you.”

“We aren’t the same people we were in high school.” He whispers and it is her time to nod. 

Her body was battling with itself. She shouldn’t rush into this. All of these feelings could subside by morning and then she is left feeling broken just like she did last time. 

But she had gotten through it before—and now they were adults. And the way he was acting and the things he was saying and the way his heart was racing just as fast as hers had her heart begging her brain to not walk away from him again.

“I won’t leave this time.” She finally says, looking into his dark eyes.

“I won’t let you.” He responded pulling her back up to meet his lips and she sighs against him.

It doesn’t take long for her to be pulled down the hall and into his room. For him to shed her dress and her to throw his tie across the room. For her to hold tight as he picks her up and settle her gently on the bed. It isn’t fast like it was back then when both were too afraid the other was going to realize how ridiculous it all was.

Instead, he takes his time kissing up and down her body. He slowly brings her to the edge with his tongue and fingers before she is clawing at him to bring his face back into contact hers. He enters her at such a lingering pace that she has to slam her eyes shut before he is whispering at her to look at him.

“I missed you.” He whispers and he stares into her eyes and she feels like she could spontaneously combust on the spot. She tries to respond but her body has other thoughts in mind as it pushes her over and she breathily and quietly cries out his name, he not far behind her.

And for the first time, they don’t rush to pull away from each other or push the other away. Instead he watches her for moments and moments and when he finally rolls off her, he pulls her into his side and she wraps her arms around his middle.

They fall asleep that way and when they wake up in the morning, he grins at her still sleeping form and rouses her awake once again.

She doesn’t blame what they did on anything other than the feelings she somehow still felt for him. She tells him to save her a dance and he doesn’t hesitate to agree.    


I clear my throat. By the look on her face, I can see she’s genuinely curious. She doesn’t know anything yet. She might be assuming, but she doesn’t know anything for sure. I checked myself in the mirror before I left Jackson’s house to make sure I didn’t have any physical marks, and I didn’t. She can’t prove anything, even if she has suspicions.

“I was studying,” I say. “For my AP tests.”

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“Together Again.”

Summary: Y/N and Andy had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Cincinnati was her home and though she found herself falling harder and harder for him with each day, she could never bring herself to admit it. It isn’t until she loses him to the music industry that she realizes that hiding her feelings was the worst decision she could have made… especially when she finds herself in a relationship with a man who couldn’t give any less of a shit about her.

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so yea i had a rlly great time at prom last night and i actually got out there and danced and socialized and had fun, i didnt just sit around in a corner by myself, so if tht one anon from like a month ago is checking up on me to see me “struggle in the most basic social situations” bc im autistic, jokes on u bc i did great last night

prom night; taehyung & jimin

genre: fluff (poly au)

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summary: prom was around the corner and instead of finding yourself a date, you were drowning yourself in books and admiring your annoyingly popular but drop dead gorgeous crushes, kim taehyung and park jimin. never had you thought they knew you existed, let alone liked you back. but what happens when they approach you with a question, or two?

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A/N: I’ve noticed that since I’ve been on vacation my scenarios are longer because I have a lot more time on my hands. I just hope that once I get back to school that I can still write what I want to write even if it takes a while, it’s important that I write what idea I have for the scenarios you baby stars request. Anyways, I hope you baby stars have a wonderful day and remember that us admins love you very much! happy reading! x

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“Y/N, are you going to prom?”

This was a question you were constantly asked. By your closest friends, classmates, random students and just about everyone at your damned school — even your English teacher had the audacity to question if you were attending the event of the year.

 Despite the variety of people who asked you this question, you always gave the same answer, that answer being no. Prom season had tragically come upon your school, and even if the idea of dressing up and enjoying the company of good friends and even better music sounded pretty good to you, it was the fact that nobody dared to ask you to the prom which put you in a bitter mood at the mention of the event.

 You weren’t always bitter about it, you just became that way after witnessing too many promposals that had your heart clenching, but also having to watch promposals that weren’t directed to you. Of course, you were happy for your group of friends that had gotten dates with guys who had been crushing on them for a while, but were too shy to say anything. However, you couldn’t help feel sorry for yourself, that apologetic feeling quickly lighting the burning fire of anger that began at the start of prom season.

 So, there you sat, in Mathematics class, obnoxiously tapping your fingernails against the wooden the table, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you busied yourself with daydreaming of how you would chose to spend your time, instead of being forced to be in a class where you had ultimately given up on completely understanding.

Suddenly, you felt a tap of your shoulder, the unexpected feeling against your skin making you slightly jump in your seat with your hand placed over your chest where it felt like you could feel your own heart hammering against your bruised chest.

 You turned around in your seat, just about to express the extreme fright you had gotten to the person who tapped you on the shoulder, but rapidly shut your mouth as your eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights when your eyes had the blessing of laying on, Mr. Popularity himself, Park Jimin.

Judging by his given nickname, anyone could tell the gorgeous baseball player was well-known amongst all the students attending your school. With his good looks that could kill and the way he would strut down the hallways with such confidence, he climbed his way towards the top of your school’s social ladder, knocking home runs with girl’s hearts, including you — a mere book-obsessed girl that could only fantasise about what it would be like to have the fairly popular boy even look in your direction.

He flashed a pearly white smile, the smile accompanied with his signature heart-stopping eyesmile, his soft but sweet voice almost giving you a serve case of diabetes as he began to speak. “Hey, Y/N, do you have a pen that I can borrow please?”

It took a few seconds for his words to register, since your eyes were too busy taking in his flawless and angel-like features. You flushed a dark pink colour in your cheeks when realising you were staring once again, quickly turning around and fishing around your not very neat pencil case for another pen.

 Luckily you had found one, you turning back around and handing the pen to him, the boy yet again flashing that damned smile that would possibly make your heart beat out of your chest at any second now as he said, “Thanks,”

You smiled — maybe a bit too hard when noticing your cheeks were starting to cover your vision — the boy getting back to his work as you replied with, “You’re welcome.”

As you turned around, now facing the blackboard ahead of you, you instantaneously slapped your hand over your forehead, shaking your head in disapproval at your behaviour in front of your biggest crush besides Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin’s best friend and partner in crime.

 It was unusual, and probably shameful, but you had managed to have your heart captured by the famous duo. Since Jimin was fairly popular himself, it was inevitable that the one person who was always — you mean always — around him was popular himself. Kim Taehyung, another handsome face who by grace attended your school that unfortunately was lacking any eye-candy as your closest friends would put it.

Unlike Jimin — who was constantly doing something for the school whether it’d be playing for the baseball team in those sinfully tight baseball pants that was quite a sight at a game, editing the school yearbook, or even participating in the school’s use to be unknown knitting club — Taehyung was a bit more on the quieter side, not necessarily participating in any extra curricular activities, only waiting for Jimin to finish completing his while completing his homework. He was quiet in class, but loud around Jimin, and in fact succeeded in getting good grades in all his classes.

He was reachable, very reachable in the sense that all the girls at your school focused their attention on either other gorgeous guys or Jimin. However, due to your painfully shy nature, you could never work up the courage to look at him for longer than five seconds, let alone have a proper conversation with him.

Two weeks after your fairly small encounter with the more well-known of your two crushes, you had secluded yourself in the school library during your lunchtime, only doing this because your group of friends had club and extra curricular activity meetings to attend to, and also because you wanted to finish reading the book you were in the middle of reading which was the first of the Divergent Series.

Since you were so engrossed with the words of Veronica Roth, you failed to notice the library doors fly open, both Taehyung and Jimin making their way through the doors and attempting to find you, easily spotting you in your normal chair in the corner of the library with a book in your hands and your reading glasses perfectly balanced on the bridge of your nose.

 It was only until the two boys stood right before you, towering over your figure, that you tore your eyes away from the genuine book pages and looked upwards, stunned to have not one — but two of your crushes standing in front of you.

Your first reaction was to sit upwards, thinking to yourself that you were supposedly sitting in an unattractive way and cleared your throat, automatically pushing up your glasses that didn’t need any of that before you regretfully questioned, “Can I…help you with something?”

Jimin cracked up at your question, his angelic laughter music to your ears that gradually began to turn a pastel pink colour when the feeling of embarrassment creeped up onto both your cheeks and ears in this case.

“Come on, Jiminie, don’t laugh,” Taehyung instructed while stealing a glance at your flustered figure. “You’re making her feel embarrassed,”

“Okay, okay,” Jimin turned to face you, his eyes directly staring into yours, this kind of eye-contact making you feel as if you were about to combust. “We actually wanted to tell you something,”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion that second your brain processed Jimin’s words. What could they possibly tell you? You haven’t even had a proper conversation with either of them, what could they want to tell you? Were they going to confront you about the way you would stare at them as they walked down the hallways? If they were, you were in deep shit.

 "We really like you,“ Jimin confessed with his signature smile, gesturing to both him and Taehyung, who was bashfully smiling but nodded nevertheless to confirm his best friend’s statement. "Oh, here’s your pen back by the way,”

You hesitantly took your pen, mumbling a short, “thanks,” before you placed your bookmark in between the pages of your book and closed your book.

“Wait, let me get this straight,” You tried to make sense of your current reality. “You, Park Jimin, and you, Kim Taehyung, like me, a girl you haven’t even had a proper conversation with,”

“You say it like you haven’t crushed on someone you haven’t talked to before,” Jimin replied, raising a teasing eyebrow at you while he folded his arms over his chest, this immediately telling you that he and probably Taehyung knew about your crush on them.

 "What he means to say is that we sort of assumed what you were like and we just…fell in love with you, I guess?“ Taehyung tried to explain, finding his words extremely awkward as he scratched the back of his neck and just hoped you wouldn’t think anything bad about what he said.

 "So, what if I happened to like you two?” You curiously questioned, “Wouldn’t that be…I don’t know, a problem?”

“On the contrary,” Jimin flashed a smile, well-aware of what heart problems it caused you. “That’s why we also came here,”

“We want to date you at the same time, all three of us in a relationship,” Taehyung stated with his famous rectangular smile that made your heart flutter, but as of right now, all your heart could do was stop beating.

 "A polyamorous relationship,“ Jimin concluded with a sweet smile, "We know it’s a lot to take in, so that’s why we don’t expect an answer right now. We’ll give you time to think about it and you can come to us and tell us what you’ve decided when you’re ready,”

On queue, the school bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period and the start of lessons once again. Jimin let out a disappointed sigh, apologetically smiling your way as he said, “Right, we’ll be heading to class now,”

“Bye bye, Y/N,” Taehyung cheerfully waved his large hand at you, following behind Jimin, who simply walked off without saying a proper goodbye. You had to take a moment and sit there whilst thinking of what just happened before you could leave your chair and walk back to class, this making you late for your class, which by fate, just had to have Taehyung in it.

You let out a defeated sigh, hanging your head low as you apologised to your teacher for arriving late and quickly took your seat.

 It took you four days to make your decision, and when you did, you had to show-up at one of Jimin’s baseball games to tell him or Taehyung, who should be at the game what your answer was.

 It wasn’t until after the entire game, where your school’s team creamed the visiting school, that during the celebration of the baseball players and fans on the field that Jimin saw you standing on the bleachers.

He was quick to stop everything he was doing, slapping Taehyung on the arm to alert the boy of your presence. All it took was a smile on your face to convince the boys that yes, you agreed to their offer and wanted to be in a relationship that consisted of all three of you.

 At first, it was kind of awkward for you because you didn’t bother to search up what your type of relationship was or what it involved, so it was a bit of shock to you when you went to visit Jimin’s house and found him and Taehyung shirtless with hickeys littered over their tanned skin. Thankfully, you quickly got use to your new relationship and were finally comfortable with the both of them.

 “Baby girl?”

You peered over the third Divergent Series book you were reading, a shiver running down your back when you sat back in ice cold leather chair in only your undergarments.

“Yeah?” You answered Jimin, who called out for you, watching the boy closely as he threw on his shirt that had been tossed to the floor when him and Taehyung persuaded you to take part in what they claimed to be as ‘fun’.

“Prom’s in a few days,” He mentioned, letting out a heavy heave as he tugged on the ends of his shirt. He gazed in your direction, tucking his shirt into his pants as he asked, “Is it something you’d like to go to, or should we just Netflix and chill?”

Your cheeks instantly started to heated up, the book you were reading used to cover your heated face and shield yourself from Jimin, who just at the sight of him, would make you blush yet again.

 Suddenly, you heard footsteps in the bedroom and then heard Taehyung inquire, “What’s going on?”

“Oh, I just asked our girlfriend if she wanted to go to prom or wanted to Netflix and chill, and next thing you know, she covers her face with a book,” Jimin explained to Taehyung, who fortunately on your behalf, slapped him.

“Geez, Jimin, you’re acting as if Netflix and chill is something casual between the three of us,” Taehyung claimed while you removed the book from your face and closed it before leaving it on the leather chair in Jimin’s bedroom and started picking up your clothing from the floor.

 Out of nowhere, you felt Jimin’s warm body press against yours, his cuddly arms wrapping around you from behind while you couldn’t help but giggle at his actions. He sweetly kissed you below your earlobe, whispering in your ear, “So, Netflix and chill or nah?”

You looked upwards, eying Taehyung, who simply grinned at the two of you before settling on Jimin’s wardrobe while sucking on a orange flavoured Popsicle as he sat shirtless, carelessly swinging his legs around. You turned your head, mirroring the smile on Jimin’s face as you answered, “I’d rather go to prom.”

“Alright!” Jimin cheered as he let go of you, leaving you to put your clothing on while he ran over to Taehyung, the two boys giving each other a high five. “We better get to buying our suits before they all run out,”

“I didn’t say I was excited about going to prom,” You deadpanned, putting on the last of your clothing and crossing your arms over your chest while looking at your boyfriends, “Look, I’d actually really like to go to prom and do whatever it is that makes girls always over exaggerate how great prom is, but as you know, we’re not in a normal relationship, and I…I don’t think I’m ready for what people think about us.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged worried looks, looking at your figure as you started to speak again, “It’s not like I’m embarrassed of you guys or anything. I mean, you’re probably the hottest people in school or in this whole area, but since you’re so popular, there’s going to be a lot of catty girls that will despise me when they learn we’re a thing, and besides them, I don’t think people would understand what we have,”

 "Well, I think,“ Taehyung mumbled, taking the Popsicle out of his mouth and speaking once again. "That people would think what have is pretty cool. I mean, dating two incredibly sexy people? Who wouldn’t want that? And plus, you shouldn’t care about what people think about you or us, that’s only going to make life harder on you, princess.”

 You let out a defeated sigh, thinking to yourself for a moment before you looked up at your boyfriends and smiled, “To heck with what people think, I’m going to go to prom with my two boyfriends and we’re going make it a night to remember,”

“That’s our girl!” Both Jimin and Taehyung cheered, their cheers for you making you blush yet again whilst a giddy smile made its way to your face.


The night of prom came, and you were incredibly nervous. You had your dress on, the maroon strapless dress with sparkling jewels cascading down your bare back in a zig zag shape. Your mother, who knew about your relationship since you sat down with your family after that day in Jimin’s bedroom, did your make-up and hair to perfection. You were ready, but not emotionally.

 The doorbell rang while you anxiously sat in the living room, entirely consumed in your anxiety and negative thoughts. Your mother stood to get the door, but you stood up once she started making her way to the door and followed close by, standing behind the door when it opened.

 "Hello, Ma'am. I’m Park Jimin and this is Kim Taehyung. We’re here to pick up your daughter,“ You heard Jimin say to your mother, a faint smile appearing on your face when you heard Taehyung shyly chuckle after formally greeting your mother.

 "Come on out, honey,” Your mother softly called out for you, “There’s no need to be scared of your good-looking boyfriends.”

“Mom!” You whined, stepping away from your hiding place and bravely standing before your boyfriends that wore matching maroon suits that made them look even more handsome than they already were.

 Woah!” Jimin loudly reacted to the sight of you dressed up, this causing you to freeze and anticipate the rest of the boy’s reaction.

 "Wow,“ Taehyung expressed with an open mouth, that mouth being curved into a rectangular smile as he complimented you, "You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Hot damn, I think I’m about to explode,” Jimin over-exaggerated with his fist over his mouth. “You look…I can’t — I can’t even, oh my god. I can’t even express how…how gorgeous you look.”

By now, the colour of your cheeks matched the colour of your dress with the amount of blushing you did because of your boyfriends reactions, and because your mother was there to witness the entire thing.

“Who’s at the door?” Your father yelled out from behind you, walking to the door and visibly tensing when laying his eyes on your boyfriends.

“Oh, hello Jimin and Taehyung,”

“Hello, sir,” Your boyfriends greeted your father in a respectful tone, their submissive behaviour somewhat amusing to you because you’d never gotten a chance to see them act like this.

 "You take care of my daughter tonight, alright? Have her home before midnight.“ Your father’s overprotective side began to show, only making you hang your head and want to hide away because you knew your boyfriends didn’t need a talk like this.

"Absolutely, sir,” Jimin answered with a bit of his confidence suddenly taken away by your terrifying father’s demeanour.

 "Okay, okay, it’s picture time everybody,“ Your mother interrupted, you thanking your lucky stars for her breaking the tension as everyone stepped outside to take pictures.

You rapidly found your way to Jimin’s and Taehyung’s side, sheepishly apologising for your father’s overprotective nature, to which both your boyfriends brushed off the subject with a smile and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek supposedly when your parents weren’t looking.

 Pictures were taken in the presence of your parents, this being the only reason why you didn’t have any inappropriate pictures taken. However, that doesn’t mean your pictures were boring, funny faces and odd poses were captured, as well as bright smiles and loving gazes. After your mother had taken all these pictures you would cherish forever, you were left alone with your boyfriends after you three had climbed into Taehyung’s red sports car.

 For most of the car ride, you were actually quite optimistic about the exciting night ahead of you and even sang along to the songs on a CD playlist Taehyung put together for your special night. But it wasn’t until your school was in view that you started to keep to yourself and worry about opinions not worth your time.

When you stepped out of the car, you felt both Jimin and Taehyung take your smaller hand in theirs, their hands warm and comforting to the touch as they brought your hands to their lips, sweetly kissing the skin of your hands before you heard Taehyung say, "It’s going to be okay,”

To heck with what people think,” Jimin repeated your words with his precious eyesmile that shoved aside all the nerves bundled up in your stomach.

 You smiled back at both your boyfriends, tightly clutching onto their hands as you walked into the venue of your prom, gaining stares of curious and envious students standing by as you made your way into the school gymnasium.

During the duration of your senior prom, you were questioned by several girls and guys about your relationship with Jimin and Taehyung while they either went to socialise with their own friends or fetch you a drink, and surprisingly, those who came up to you were fascinated by your relationship and wished you the best, a vibrant smile painted onto your face at their positive wishes.

Unfortunately, there were some petty girls that were clearly jealous of your position and sent you death glares every time you walked past them, but you paid them no attention and continued to have a fun time with your boyfriends, not going to the extent of openly making out with your boyfriends but making sure that those envious girls knew you three were all in love and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

 Time came for the announcing of prom king and prom queen, and what do you know, both your boyfriends are crowned as Prom King and you — a person you thought had no existence in any life at your school besides your friends — had been crowned Prom Queen. All eyes were on all three of you as the slow song began to play, but that song came to a pause when you commanded the DJ play something upbeat, and not something that would bring the party energy down at your prom.

 Next thing you knew, the booming sounds of Taemin’s Drip Drop were beating against your eardrums. You were laughing so hard that you might of cried because of the hilarious moves all three of you had done when the song started playing and suddenly, your hands were holding both Jimin’s and Taehyung’s hands as you all spun around on the dance floor and you concluded at that exact moment in time that you couldn’t be happier being with them and feeling immensely grateful for that day they came up to you during that one lunch you spent in the school library.

Nineteen Years Later- Chris Evans One Shots

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Prompt: You are a senior in high school with Chris and have known him for years. When he asks you to prom, you accept; only to be threatened by his psycho ex-girlfriend, who forced you to leave him alone without explanation on the night of prom. Then, nineteen years later, you meet him again when Sebastian Stan hires you as his personal assistant.

Word Count: 3280 (I really got into this one & it’s just super long)

A/N: Inspired by Chris’ interview with The Talk where he says he asked this girl to prom and she ditched him on prom night. I changed what happened, but it is the based off his (heartbreaking) real-life experience. And I totally almost cried realizing nineteen years ago, Chris was 18 (for my non-Potterheads, the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows epilogue scene takes place 19 years later when Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco send their kids off on the Hogwarts Express).


Spring was a hectic season for all sorts of reasons. The school year was almost through and everyone was getting antsy to leave. AP tests were also approaching, which caused some students to stress out a lot. But, the main reason spring was so crazy was that prom was right around the corner. Prom was currently the talk of the whole school; who was going with who, who was wearing what color, and who would win prom queen and prom king. In two weeks, seniors would attend their final prom. You were a senior and were also anxiously awaiting for someone to ask you.

“Guess who just got asked to prom?” Your friend asked you, coming up to you in the hallway.

“Who asked you?” You replied, a smile growing on your face.

“Toby.” She grinned. She had liked him for ages; therefore, you were happy for her.

“That’s amazing.” You stated, closing your locker and you two began to walk down the halls to class.

“Have you been asked yet?” She questioned you.

“No.” You shook you head, “I’m thinking I might as well just stay home. It seems like all the good dates are taken.” You laughed.

“Hey, Y/N.” You looked over to see Chris as he passed you. He smiled and waved.

“Hi, Chris.” You replied.

“Maybe Chris will ask you.” Your friend said once he was out of earshot.

“Isn’t he dating Georgia?” You asked.

“Rumor is they broke up.” She answered. Before you could say anymore, your friend bid you farewell and vanished into her next class. You went next door to your classroom.

You had known Chris for years, being neighbors that had windows facing each other and all. You two were friends, although you rarely talked anymore. Every girl in school seemed to have even a slight crush on him, you included. He was friendly and charming, not to mention getting more attractive each year.

When you got home that day, you instantly went to your room, preparing to work on your Stats homework. There was a knock on your window and you stood from your desk to open it. You moved the curtain and unlocked the window, forcing it open. Chris had developed a form of talking to you by throwing something small at your window and beckoning you to open it; so, it didn’t shock you when he was standing in his room with his window open as well.

“What’s up?” You asked him.

“Just a lot on my mind.” He replied, “Have you been asked yet?”

“To prom?” You clarified and he nodded, “Nope.”

“Do you want to go with me then?” Chris asked with his classic, heartwarming smile.

“What about Georgia?”

“We broke up.” He shrugged, seemingly unaffected by it.

“Then, sure, I’ll go with you.” You said, making his smile grow wider.

“Great.” Chris replied.


The day before prom was quite possibly the worst day of your life. Chris was absent from school-he had told you it dealt with his grandparents. You two never really agreed on whether or not you were going to prom as friends or a couple-he never asked you, therefore you assumed it was purely platonic. Over the past few weeks, your friend had been hanging out with Toby, leaving you all alone. The school was flying with talk of you and Chris, how upset Georgia was that he broke up with her and how you apparently convinced him to do it. Everyone seemed to be on her side, believing you caused the ‘it’ couple’s break-up, and the judging glares followed you through the hallways. You desperately wanted to leave, but your parents would never allow you to miss school and still make it to prom.

The whispers and stares weren’t the worst part. Even the occasional food thrown at you and the harsh words sent your way weren’t the defining part of the day. It was when you got cornered in the girl’s bathroom. Someone had purposefully spilt some of their milkshake on you, sending you to the restroom to clean up.

“Lookie here, the boyfriend-stealing slut.” You cringed upon hearing the head cheerleader’s voice. Georgia just seemed to have issues letting go.

“I didn’t do anything, Georgia.” You replied, focusing on the developing stain on your shirt.

“Don’t act all innocent. Everyone knows you’ve had a thing for him since middle school.”

“Can’t you just leave me alone and find someone else to bully?” You asked.

“No, that wouldn’t be as much fun.” She stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. The two girls from her posse behind her did the same, “How about we make a deal?”

“It depends.” You said. She smirked, pulling out a folder from her backpack.

“You leave Chris and don’t go to prom with him, or else the whole school sees this.” She handed it to you and you cautiously opened it. Of course, Georgia happened to find at least twenty, or more, embarrassing photos of you.

“How did you get these?” You asked, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. Go to prom with Chris and everyone sees them. And you can never speak of this to him.”

“You’re horrible.” You croaked.

“Do we have a deal?” Georgia asked, sticking out a hand to you. Her other hand snatched the folder from you and she gave it to a girl in her posse. You reluctantly shook her hand and you watched as she left the bathroom. You had just sold your soul to the devil and now you couldn’t even go to your prom.


The next night, you stood in your room, pacing up and down it. You had yet to devise a way to tell Chris that you couldn’t go with him. Your prom dress was laying on your bed, glaring at you for your childish deal with Georgia. You had told yourself years ago to never be intimidated by the others around you, but somehow that courage slipped away from you yesterday.

After pacing around your room for a solid ten minutes instead of getting ready, you looked up and noticed Chris’ shadow in his room. He seemed to be dancing as he got ready. You felt tears begin to form in your eyes at the thought of ditching him. You closed your curtains and sat on your desk. You grabbed a blank piece of paper and began to write on it.

'I am so sorry to tell you like this. I can’t go to prom with you tonight. Please don’t be mad at me.’

You folded it and wrote across the top: 'To Chris’. You went downstairs and to his family’s house. You set the small letter down on the doorstep and knocked on the door. You hurried back to your house and the safety of your room.

Five minutes later, your doorbell went off, signaling someone was at the front door. You immediately knew it was Chris. You rushed out of your room to the landing.

“Mom, don’t let him in. I’m not going to prom.” You whisper-shouted to her down the stairs. Her hand was on the door handle, about to open it. She silently nodded, although she didn’t know your reasoning, and you disappeared back to your room.

“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/N home? Can I speak with her?” You heard Chris ask.

“I’m sorry, no. She’s out at the moment with her father.” Your mother replied. You heard the door shut a moment later. You sighed in relief, knowing he had left. You heard the sound of tapping on your window. Now he was throwing pebbles at it. You ignored the light noise as you desperately tried to focus on something else.

You told your friend the next day about everything that had happened. She comforted you through it all. Georgia stopped spreading rumors about you, although some were still swirling around the school. Chris straight up ignored you and you couldn’t blame him. You ditched him without reason on the night of prom. The fact that they were both crowned Prom Queen and King only made your heart heavier with sorrow-the whole school believed they were perfect together, you never stood a chance. Luckily, there was only six weeks left in the school year, meaning six more weeks until you would never see 99% of them again.


~19 years later~

You’d be lying if you said your prom night didn’t still haunt you. What made it even worse was that Chris became a big name actor and his face was practically everywhere, especially in New York City. It seemed like there was always an ad with his face on it somewhere; and now, with his premiere occurring this weekend, the photos seemed to multiply. No matter how acclaimed his movies were, you stayed away from them. It was too hard to see him everywhere you went, knowing that you hurt him so much back in high school.

While he became an actor, you became a personal assistant. It didn’t pay much to be a glorified secretary, but you didn’t mind. It was a job you were good at and got stuck with. Despite living in the Big Apple, you were still close to your best friend from high school. She was now married to Toby, her prom date, and baby number two was on it’s way. You were slightly jealous of her stable relationship and the family she was having.

Unfortunately, your dull life seemed to be getting worse. Your boss decided he no longer needed an assistant and fired you. That led to you sitting in a coffee shop, reading a newspaper and looking for any job offers. Everything seemed to be only part-time. You were already struggling with paying your rent and you couldn’t afford to have a part-time job. You got up from your seat and threw away your coffee. When you turned to leave, you ran into someone, dropping your newspaper.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The person said. They leaned down and grabbed your paper and handed it to you. You had to restrain yourself from running away when you recognized him. You may have never seen a Captain America movie, but you knew who he was and how close he was to Chris. He was Sebastian Stan-the man you used to watch on Gossip Girl.

“It was my fault. I’ve been a bit out of it all day.” You replied.

“Are you job searching?” He asked, pointing to the part of the newspaper that was highlighted in yellow and circled with red pen.

“Yes. I got fired today actually. I was a personal assistant.” You explained.

“Really? You’re a personal assistant? Mine just quit today. I have to be somewhere in about ten minutes, but maybe we could have an interview.” He offered, “I’m Sebastian, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking his outstretched hand, “That’s really kind of you to offer a job to a complete stranger.”

“Do you have a business card? Or any way I could contact you?” He asked. In your mind, you saw him as desperate for an assistant; but, yet again, he probably had a very busy life and needed one around. You gave him your information before both of you left the coffee shop.

He called you later that day and set up an interview over lunch with you the next day. If you ended up getting the job, you hoped you wouldn’t see Chris-or at least that he didn’t recognize or remember you. It was risky to work with Sebastian, but you desperately needed the money.

You met Sebastian at the small restaurant and he asked you simple questions. You were surprised that he was the one interviewing for a personal assistant and not his manager, but you suppose it makes sense since you will be assisting him and no one else. The interview went smoothly and you eventually got off topic to the point where it seemed like two friends having lunch.

“Hold on, I need to take this.” Sebastian said, getting a call halfway through lunch. He left the table for a few minutes before coming back.

“Is everything all right?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s just my friend, Chris, is in town for the week. His car just got towed and he’s lost in the city, so I’ve got to pick him up. I really enjoyed having lunch with you. You’re a great candidate and I’ll be in touch with you.” He explained, putting some money on the table to pay for the bill. You left when he did and you went back to your little apartment, trying not to think back to that night nineteen years ago.


It didn’t take long for Sebastian to call you again. He hired you the day after lunch and you were needed that night for his premier. You didn’t need to do anything, but he wanted you to attend so you at least knew what it was like being a celebrity’s assistant instead of a business man’s.

“So when I was doing a background check on you, I noticed you went to the same high school as Chris Evans. Do you know him? You two would have been there at the same time.” Sebastian asked you. You were sitting in his hotel room as his hairstylist fixed his long hair.

“Yes, I did know him back at school.” You nodded.

“Was he super popular or a giant nerd?” He laughed, thinking of what his friend would be like in high school.

“He was popular, but he was nice. Everyone loved him.” You stated, trying  not to sound super upset about the conversation. Sebastian noticed how your hands started to shake, so he reached forward and took them in his.

“Was high school rough for you? It was terrible for me. I tried so hard to fit in, but I was from Romania. People saw me as the weird kid, but it’s just something I had to get used to. I wasn’t going to fit in and that’s alright. I wouldn’t be who I am today if I did.” He said, trying to calm you down.

“I’m sorry. I’d just rather not think about it.” You replied.

“Are you excited for tonight? Have you seen any of the other movies?” Sebastian asked and you shook your head.

“I think I’m more nervous than excited. I never got around to watching any Marvel movies, but I’m sure they’re all fantastic.” You said. There was a knock on Sebastian’s hotel room door.

“Come in.” Sebastian answered and the door swung open, revealing the one and only Chris Evans in his suit, seemingly ready for the premier. The only thing missing was his socks and shoes.

“Do you have another pair of black socks? I only brought one black sock, or at least that’s all I can find.” Chris asked, not noticing you in the room and for that you were thankful.

“Yeah, there should be some more in my bag.” Sebastian said, pointing to the black bag at the foot of his bed. Chris went over there and dug into it. He found a pair of socks and smiled triumphantly.

“Thanks, Seabass. You’re a life saver.” He stated.

“Hey, Chris, meet my new personal assistant,” Sebastian spoke up before the other man could leave. You mentally slapped your new boss for pointing you out. Maybe taking this job wasn’t such a good idea. Chris went to turn around and froze upon hearing your name, “Y/N Y/L/N. She went to high school with you.”

“Y/N?” Chris mumbled, turning around to face you completely.

“Hi, Chris.” You whispered. You could see Sebastian’s face of realization. It all clicked to him; you didn’t want to talk about Chris or high school and you were tense when he appeared in the room. The Romanian immediately realized his mistake, believing he had just hired his friend’s ex as his assistant.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Chris asked.

“Sebastian just hired me.” You replied.

“I’m sorry. Are you two exes?” Sebastian asked, genuinely trying to learn the truth between you and his friend. You looked from your boss to Chris.

“Chris, can we talk in private, please?”

“Fine.” He nodded and walked out of the room. You silently followed him.

“Why are you really here?” He questioned, angrily.

“I live in the city.” You stated.

“It’s been nearly twenty years and you just pop up here. You’ve ignored me that long, why now?”

“I didn’t search you out, if that’s what you’re implying, and you’re the one that began to ignore me first.” You said, raising your voice.

“You dumped me. What was I supposed to do?” He asked, balling his fists.

“We weren’t even dating and I had to. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.” Chris demanded.

“It was Georgia.” You confessed. The anger had left you and you were on the verge of tears now. All of your emotions from previous years were built up and spilling out in front of him. Chris, on the other hand, kept his fists balled in anger.

“What do you mean it was Georgia?” He questioned.

“She came to that Friday and told me to leave you. She blackmailed me, Chris. I truly didn’t mean to hurt you and I was going to tell you, but you wouldn’t give me the time of day.” You begged, “I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me.” You said. He stayed quiet and only looked at you with an angry stare.

“I’m sorry, Chris. That’s all I can say. I was stupid and scared. You can have Sebastian fire me or I can quit if you don’t want me around. Just know that I really liked you back then and I think I still do. I would never intentionally hurt you.” You stated after a few moments of silence. You turned around to head back inside, but you were stopped by Chris finally moving. He put his hand on your shoulder and turned you to face him. His lips fell onto yours and his hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you. It was then that every ounce of feeling from nineteen years ago came back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since third grade.” Chris admitted, when he finally let go of you, “I’m so sorry for what Georgia did to you and I’m so sorry that I was a jerk to you all those years ago.”

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing.” You stated.

“Let’s start over.” He suggested, sticking out a hand to you, “I’m Chris Evans and I’ve had a crush on you since elementary school.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’ve liked you since middle school.” You laughed, shaking his hand. The weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders as that hand shake sparked the new beginning between you and Chris, taking away the pain of the past.

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Dance with me

Lafayette x reader (gender not specified)

Some fluffy Lafayette requested by the lovely @guns-and-lafayeet​ hopefully this is fluffy enough!

I was listening to the song “Dance with me” from Smokey Joe’s Cafe

High school au (I’m so sorry with all the aus, they’re just so fun to write)

Word count: 2,210 ( ¡Caray! )

Warnings: I think there’s one swear word…


Originally posted by diggstrash

“So, y/n, you got a date to prom?” Was the first thing you heard when you sat down at your lunch table.

“Well, considering that a, I single, and b, tickets for prom are just now going on sale today, I have no date to prom.” You answered Alexander’s question. You pulled out you’re phone from your sweater pocket, scrolling through the fifty-some messages from Eliza and Angelica. Both asking you about prom.

More specifically if you had been asked yet.

You raised an eyebrow, looking back at the four boys sitting in front of you. Alex, John, and Hercules looked at you, devious smirks painted on their faces. Gilbert was flipping through pages of his calculus text book, occasionally stealing a glance at his phone, which happened to be lighting up with a new text message every few seconds.

“Has it become a universal question if I have a date to prom?”

“Oh no no, just wondering.” John said, looking particularly smug. “Ain’t that right, Laf?” He said nudging the french boy. Lafayette looked a little startled.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” Gilbert answered, clearly having no idea what John had asked him.

“Soooooo,” You drew out, turning back to the three boys. “You guys going with anyone special?”

“I was thinking that we could go in a group, like last year.” Hercules spoke up. John nodded in agreement.


“Yeah we could go in a group again.” He mumbled out, glancing to his phone.

“You’re not going with Eliza? I thought you two were a thing?” You asked, suddenly intrigued by the short boy’s love life.

“No! I mean, we are, just…I don’t know, shut up.”


By the time the over-glorified dance had rolled around, plans had been arranged. John had a best car, so he would pick the rest of you guys up, go to the dance, then after prom at the Schuyler mansion.

Hercules had helped you pick out your outfit. The fabric was a deep blue, and had an almost silk-like texture. You had on your best pairs of shoes, and your hair had been done minimally. Prom wasn’t a big deal for you, so why go all out? You admired yourself in the mirror, pulling ridiculous poses.

Your phone buzzed.

TurtleNerd: yo, i’ll be there in a minute, be ready to just jump in.

You quickly responded with an “okay” and ran down the stairway, your mother standing at the foot of the stairs with her camera out.

“Honey, just a couple pictures so I can send them to auntie.” She said pulled on your arm, as you tried to step out the front door.

“Ma! I gotta go, John will be here soon, and he’s probably not going to stop the car.”

“Okay sweetie.” She called after you. “You better be home before three, I’ll make your father stay up if I have to.”

And at that very moment, John’s car rolled down your street, you ran to the curb, yanking the door open, and quite literally jumping in.

“Dude, I thought you were just joking when you said you wouldn’t stop.” You said after a moment of trying to catch your breath.

“Nope. My dad had to borrow my car when I got home from school, so I was late to pick up my tux. So sorry for being a bit late.” He took a moment to actually look at you at the stop light. “You clean up nice, by the way.”

“Not so bad yourself, Laurens.” He actually looked how he normally did, except, well in a tux. His hair was still in a ponytail of messy curls.

“Thanks, I actually tried to look decent this year.” He said, recalling a memory from last year’s dance. He had worn a random suit, and his date flipped because he wasn’t in proper “black-tie” attire, and he didn’t match her dress.

“Why? Tryin’ to impress someone?” You raised an eyebrow at him. His face flushed red, he pouted his lips turning away from you.

“No!” He managed to huff out.

Next to pick up was Alexander, who came out looking half way decent. The dark circles under his eyes were still very much visible, but her had actually brushed through his hair for once. Then came Gilbert, looking particularly dapper in his dark grey tuxedo.

“You look lovely, y/n.” Laf whispered as he climbed into the back seat.

“Aw, thanks Laf.” You gave him a smile. God he’s so handsome.

He squeezed into the center seat once John had gotten to Hercules’ house.

“Why did you stop for all of them, but not for me? I almost died trying to literally jump into the car!” You yelled over at the freckled boy in the driver’s seat.

“It’s funny to see you try and jump into the car.” He simply put, smirking over at you.

“He made you jump in? Dude, you’re such an ass.” Hercules scoffed.


A few other groups and couples had arrived when you had gotten to the dance.

It was held in a huge ballroom downtown, and the student council had really gone all out. It was decorated like a 1920′s dance hall, soft pink and purple light from the crystal chandeliers from above. Fluffy large ostrich feathers from tall black vases on the floor. A space in the center was clear of any decoration for the dance floor. It looked absolutely stunning.

“Let’s go grab a table.” You suggested. You all walked in a group to the other side of the room, to the round table near the back. Everyone sat down and situated themselves. You sat there for a few minutes, more groups coming into the ballroom. Music began to play, people grouping around in little circle on the dance floor. “So, is this going to be like last year, where we don’t dance at all?”

“Probably,” sighed John, resting his chin on his hand.You stood up with a huff putting your hands on your hips.

“Nuh-uh.” The boys looked up at you. “I did not spend 75 bucks on a ticket just so we could be wall flowers again. Someone, dance with me.”

You held your hand out for one of them to take. You were a bit surprised when they all stood up, walking out to the open floor.

After about an hour of group dancing, club songs, and the sin circle forming around the center of the dance floor, the lights dimmed down to a soft blue, the smooth voice of the DJ coming over.

“Alright you lovebirds, time for a little number for our sweethearts out there, this one’s for you all.”

A slow song.

You saw all the couples joining back up, leaving your single self alone. You walked back to your seat, where the rest of your friends were as well. You could tell they wanted to dance with someone. You could practically see the hearts Alex and Eliza were sharing from across the room.

“Alex,” you whispered. You looked over at you, startled. “Dance with her.”

He didn’t need any other prompting, he raced over to where the girl in powder blue, grabbing her hands taking her to dance.

You looked over at John. He sat there, cheeks red, occasionally glancing across the room. You traced his line of sight, seeing Peggy, looking like a drop of sunshine, sharing the occasional glance with John.

“For the love of God, John, ask her to dance.” You teased. He looked between you and Peggy for a moment, before rushing over to the younger Schuyler sister. You turned to Hercules, who was already standing up, making his way over to Maria, who stood by herself on the wall. Her boyfriend had left her half way through, leaving her by herself. You watched the two of them smile at each other, taking to the dance floor.

“Mon cher,” the French accent  made you look over. Gilbert stood in front of you, holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?” He whispered. You nodded a yes, taking his hand in yours.

He took lead in the dance, placing his hands on the small of your back, keeping one hand in yours. You leaned into him slightly. You could feel him tense for a moment, but almost immediately relaxed to your touch. He took a deep breath, his hands shaking. You looked up at him, locking your eyes with him for a moment, your bodies still swaying to the music.

“Are you okay?” You spoke as softly as you could. You caught him by surprise with your question, and he accidentally stepped on your foot. You winced a little, but let it pass.

“Sorry, I am not very good at dancing.” He murmured. You gave him a smile.

“I think you’re doing wonderful.” Your voice was quiet enough only for him to hear.

The two of your froze were you stood. Something suddenly changed in his demeanor. He looked confident, but at the same time, nervous. A certain gravity began to pull the two of you closer. Your eyes his flicked between his eyes and lips. You both leaned in, eyes closing. So close to each other-

The song ended, club music instantly ruining the moment.

You both pulled away from each other, heat consuming your entire being. You gave Laf a nod, walking away to find Eliza. You found her back at her table with her sisters. You pulled out the extra chair, holding your head in your hands.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. The three girls laughed.

“What happened?” Eliza asked.

“Oh my god.” Was a you could say.


The rest of the dance, went by fairly quickly. Nothing too exciting happened, a couple had been escorted out of the ballroom after getting a bit to risque on the dance floor.

The ride to after-prom, however, was delightful. Meaning, it was so tense and awkward the entire drive to the Schuyler mansion. Alex called shotgun, meaning you ended up being squished between Gilbert and Hercules in the back. Alex wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing Eliza was, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been if it was completely silent.

After-prom was however, quite exciting. For other people anyways. You had gotten there a little later, the party already in full swing. People passing out the infamous red cups. You politely declined, trying to find a placce to rest your tired body for a moment. You wandered around the large room. Perhaps a corner. Noooooo. Couples making out.

You decided just to go into the kitchen, which was mostly empty of anyone, aside from Eliza sometimes going in and out looking for people. You leaned against the counter, pulling out your phone. It was only 12:40. You inhaled deeply, releasing a moment later. Your mother would think something’s up if you came back early, plus you didn’t have a ride home this soon. You knew John had every intention of making the most of the young night, and wouldn’t want to leave early.

You ended up trying to kill time by switching through the same three apps; Tumblr, Snap-Chat, and Instagram. Until you were interrupted.

“Hey y/n.”

You turned to face the accented voice, knowing exactly who it was. You raked your fingers though your hair.

“Hey Laf.”

He leaned against the counter next to you. Silence.

“So. How are you?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Kinda tired. Not really feeling the whole after-prom thing.” He nodded in agreement. More silence. A sudden gnawing feeling began to overtake your stomach. You bit your lip.



You both spoke at the same time. The two of you laughed.

“You first.” You said.

“No, you first. I insist.”

“Okay,” you spoke. you could feel your face heat up, searching for the right words. “Oh god, how do I say this?”

“Mon cher, I apologize if I put you in an uncomfortable position earlier.” He said, gently taking your hand. “It was not my intention at all.”

You stared at this gorgeous man before you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips into his. It didn’t take more than a moment for him to respond. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. You heart pounded against your chest, the unpleasant feeling in your stomach replaced by bursts of excitement. You pulled away after a minute, needing to catch a breath of air.

Lafayette laughed at himself.


“You know,” he started, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I was going to ask you to the dance.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. I was nervous.”

“Well, you should have. It wouldn’t have been as expensive to go as a couple.”

“Wow y/n. Here I am telling you I love you, and your thinking about money.”

You kissed his lips again.

“Yeah, but I don’t like having my wallet empty.”

He kissed you with a bit more force.

“You, mon amour, are ridiculous.”

The Presidents at Prom
  • George Washington - *majestic prom king*
  • John Adams - "I'm too cool to dance so I'm just gonna stand in the corner and hOLY CRAP IS THAT THE ELECTRIC SLIDE!?"
  • Thomas Jefferson - *too busy writing love poems on the bathroom wall*
  • Abraham Lincoln - *nervously shuffles around the dance floor, sweating over his height*
  • Theodore Roosevelt - Wanna see me do my teddy bear dance?
  • Franklin Roosevelt - *surrounded by girls, but still worrying about that math test next week*
  • JFK - *smooth af gets like ten different phone numbers including the prom queen*
  • Nixon - *spikes the juice and then accidentally drinks it*
  • Jimmy Carter - *dances with all the girls who don't have a date because he's an angel*
  • Reagan - Who needs a date when you're as gorgeous as me?
  • Clinton - *tries to be smooth af but kinda epically fails*
  • George W. Bush - *spends the entire night at the buffet table piling his plate and forgets that he has a date*
  • Barack Obama - Hey I couldn't help but notice you were sitting alone. Wanna join our table?

R/N - random name


The thing you hated most about high school was the fact that six years after you graduated - Reunions always came lurking around the corner. Now, you had a decent experience at high school. There was just a certain something - or someone - that made your life a living hell. R/N. You hated R/N with a burning passion! She was just.. so fake! She’d always be talking about you behind your back, she’d copy your ideas for homework, she always framed you for something you didn’t do, she stole your date for senior prom just because she couldn’t find someone in time - R/N was a right bitch, she was. 

“Alright. This has been great. We can leave now.” You clasped Harry’s hand, beginning to walk in the other direction before he was tugging you back. 

“We haven’t even walked through the doors yet, love. At least gimme a chance to get t’ know what you were like in high school!” Harry teased, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before leading you in. “I know yeh don’ wanna see R/N, but people change, y’know?” 

“Satan’ll always be Satan.” You murmured, sending polite smiles to a couple familiar faces before spotting the refreshments table. Hopefully someone had spiked the punch by now. “I’ll be right back. You go on and socialize. Y/F/N’s probably around here somewhere, so just try to find her while I’m gone.” 

“Oh, oka-” Harry didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence before you went zooming off towards the drinks and the food. It only took a second before he was approached by someone.. 

“Hi! Are you here alone?” The brunette greeted, shaking Harry’s hand slowly before squeezing a little. 

“Um, no, I came with-” 

“Great. I’m R/N. Did we have any classes together? I don’t recognize you, but I feel like I should..” She pursed her lips in thought, Harry’s brows furrowing as he shook his head. 

“I didn’t go t’ school her-” 

“It’ll come to me later! Did you want to come sit with my friends and I? I just saw you standing here by yourself, and someone as pretty as you isn’t going to be safe in the middle of a flock of girls.” 

“Queen Bee, two o’clock.” Y/F/N murmured, taking your drink away from you as you turned to look at what was happening. It was pretty obvious she was flirting, considering she had her hand on Harry’s bicep with that stupid little smirk on her face.. She could steal your math homework, but the one thing you wouldn’t let her get away with was your boyfriend. 

“R/N! It’s so nice to see you again!” You cut in, standing next to Harry with a cheery smile on your face. There was a moment of silence before she spoke up. 

“Y/N! I didn’t even recognize you.. You look so different!” R/N smiled, leaning in to give you a quick hug. “Harry and I were just about to take a seat.” She gestured towards the table, reaching out and grabbing Harry’s wrist. 

“Y’know, that’s real interesting considering I was just about to take a seat with Harry.” You shrugged, reaching out and grabbing Harry’s other wrist. Harry quickly glanced between the both of you, shooting Y/F/N a sheepish smile as she waved at him in the midst of giggling to herself. 

“Sorry, hun. I got to him first.” R/N tilted her head, tugging Harry a little closer to her. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Harry was your boyfriend, you obviously got to him first! 

“Oh yeah? Well, I.. I..” In one swift movement, you grabbed both sides of Harry’s face and pressed your lips against his own, his eyes widening before he was pulling you closer with his free hand. 

“Wha- Oh, whatever!” R/N seethed, dropping Harry’s hand before storming off. 

“By the way! You’ve got lettuce in your teeth, babe!” Y/F/N called out, cackling when R/N quickly ran towards the washroom. Harry snorted and covered his mouth, turning back around right after R/N tripped over her heels. 

“Ooh, that one’s gotta hurt.” You winced, a part of you wanting to see if she was okay - But then again, she’d probably pull you down to join her on the floor if you went over there. 

“That was kinda hot.” Harry breathed out, giving you another kiss before letting out a breathy laugh. 

“Sorry.. I just got a little jealous, is all.” You shrugged, hiding your face in his chest as your cheeks grew warm. For a second there it felt like you were transported back to high school, fighting over a boy! 

“We should attend more high school reunions if it means I get t’ snog yeh in front o’ everyone.” 


a tad cheesy but das okay 

gif isn’t mine!


Salem had more fun than she expected to being dragged along to prom, but as the night went on there was still one thought refusing to leave her head. Prom wouldn’t be over for a couple more hours, but all she wanted was to be alone. She snuck out of the venue for some air, and as she stood there in the cold night, it took everything she had not to cry.

Suddenly, something just out of the corner of her eye grabbed her attention. Her head involuntarily whipped around just in time to see someone walking in the opposite direction. They were about a block away and being careful to stay in the shadows as much as possible, but the bright green of their hair was unmistakable.

The Maze Runner High School AU: Newt - Swimming Naked Is Better Than Going To Prom Anyway

Ooh yeaah then can I request another highschool AU where they have to study together because if she fail a class she won’t be able to the prom or smth like that please ** ? Like Newt help her and it’s cute and all @__@ ? dreaming-legend

“Wait so, why am I helping you study with your math again?” Newt questions with a raised eyebrow but a soft toned voice, if it were any louder you’d be kicked out by the grumpy librarian who spends her days surfing centuries-old dating websites. You also suspect she has a Myspace account too.

“We already went through this, didn’t we?” You slightly whine as you stare down at the intimidating sums staring back up at you with their evil eyes and mysterious motives. “Mom said I couldn’t go to prom if I didn’t pass the math test tomorrow.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a bit harsh…” He whispers but then says, “What’s your average score on a test?”

You wave your hand in a dismissing manner, “Oh I don’t know… maybe an E, possibly a D.”

Newt looks at you with a tilted head, sarcasm laced through every fibre of his being, “Great.”

He proceeds to help you study, flipping through your worn textbook. He asks you about a few of the pages you’ve seemed to have either destroyed or wet with frustrated tears, but you lie and say it was your cat; probably. He’s obviously not convinced. Then the conversation takes a turn back to prom, which makes you feel slightly happier. “So, who’s the unlucky guy you’re going with to prom?”

You sigh dramatically, “Minho.”

Newt raises an eyebrow, “Really? Didn’t think he’s your type…”

You look up at him and say with a serious tone, “How would you know what my type is? Besides, Minho is everyone’s type. He’s the best runner on the track team! His body is mint… and those arms…”

Newt screws his face up in disgust, “Yeah, yeah… I get the picture.”

You smirk and scribble down a formula, then try to apply it to one of the questions. You stop yourself from squealing in delight when you manage to find the right answer, Newt flashes you a thumbs up and he genuinely looks pleased; sort of proud. This makes you happier.

“So who are you going to prom with?” You ask cautiously.

“Hmm.” He grins in a sad sort of way.

“What?” You ask, dropping your pencil onto your exercise book, “Did she reject you?”

“Not exactly…” He looks down at his hands, and then looks up at you, “She’s going with someone else.”

You rest your chin on your hand, “Oh, that’s too bad.” After a while of awkward silence you then ask, “Who is it though?”

Newt shakes his head, “No one you’d know.” He shoves another textbook in your face with more sums that look even worse than the last. You almost start crying. “Now try these.”

You shake your head, “I’ll be half dead if I past this test.”

“Newt!” You shout, overwhelmed with pride and excitement. You screech around the corner of one of the school hallways, “Newt you legend!” You turn around another corner and slam into the blond headed and brown eyed boy. “Sorry!” You squeal apologetically.

He rubs his head and then picks up his books from the floor, you help him. “You’re such a bloody slinthead, you know that?” His eyes flicker over to the sheet you hold in your hand marked with a C+ He drops his books and looks at you as if you’ve just created the cure for cancer. “Did you… Is that your… No way.”

You look at him smugly, “Yes way!”

“You can go to prom?”

“Shuck yeah!” You both jump up from the ground and he sweeps you up into a wonderful hug.

“I thought it was impossible, I must be smarter than I thought…” Newt says as he lets go of the embrace and picks up the pile of books from the floor.

“Hey, what about me! I’m the one who did the test!” He rubs his hand through the hair on top of your head.

“Good job, ya’ shank.”

You give him a heart-warming smile, “Thank you.”

You turn to walk away, excitement still brimming inside as your eager to tell your other friends and of course, Minho himself. You couldn’t exactly confirm to him that you’d be going, and you had explained why so he must also be eagerly waiting for your answer, right?


“I… well you were unsure with your answer. And…” Minho sighs, “I’ve seen your grades on math tests before, and I thought you wouldn’t be able to pass…”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks but you refuse to let them show. You absolutely can’t show your weak side, not to Minho. He looks back at you, somewhat apologetic but also very uncomfortable. “I… uh… Fair enough.” You mumble and then continue to say, “But you know, working really hard for this one night… Never mind, I guess I should of realised it was too good to be true.”

You immediately leave the hallway and exit through the courtyard, you practically run for the girl’s bathrooms to escape showing your tears to your peers but someone clasps a warm, strongly gripped hand around your wrist; jerking you backwards. You briefly look up into the face of Newt and then bury your head into his chest out of embarrassment as you feel the tears leak, unwantedly.

“Y/N…” He whispers soothingly, keeping you in his friendly, warm embrace. Sobs rack through your body which makes you only feel even more embarrassed. But Newt doesn’t seem to mind, he just keeps you in his arms; comforting you the only way he can.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble and lift your head from his chest.

He wipes away the tears from your eyes with his thumb and then pushes the loose bits of hair behind your face. “What for, love?”

“I made you help me for all those hours when you could have been practicing for your lacrosse game or hanging out with your friends. I made you do all that for nothing.” You lip quivers as the guilt takes its toll, why did Minho have to be such an ass?

“What did he do?” Newt almost growls, a sternness taking over his voice, his face.

“He… he asked someone else out because he –he thought I couldn’t pass the test.”

“That little-

“No!” You interrupt, “Just… just leave it. I’m over it.” You regain your wit and strength as you prepare yourself to go back to class but before you can walk away from the only comfort you want, you’re stopped by a hand to your arm.

“You wanna know something?” He asks, excitement sparkling in his eyes. You start to wonder what he’s scheming.

“What?” You hope he’s not going to drag you into pranking Minho at the prom or something. You wouldn’t want it to end like the one in Carrie where his date kills everyone at the prom, that’d be terrifying.

“The prom is for lame losers who don’t have an ounce of intelligence.”

“Excuse me? I actually wanted to-

“How about we ditch it together and roam the city all night, eating fast food, shopping like crazy, heck: you can even wear your prom dress if you want. And then afterwards we can go down to the beach and make sandcastles and swim naked or some klunk.”

You raise an eyebrow and smile with amusement, “Are you kidding?”

“And then let’s crash some teenage party and get really smashed.”

You shake your head, still smiling, “You’re actually serious.” Of course he’s serious. You realize just how caring Newt is, first he gives up an entire evening to help you pass a test for a boy you don’t even like that much and now he’s willing to spend an entire night out just to make you feel better.

“You bet I am.”

You blink, look back up at Newt and flash him a grin before saying, “I’m in.”

A/N: Hope you liked this AU! It took me a while to write it, sorry, but I’m glad I was able to post it in the end; didn’t think I could. Sorry for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes too.

The Gally: Awfully Messy Part 2 will HOPEFULLY be posted tomorrow if I don’t have too much homework! (I had a ton this weekend, studying for tests and writing essays :c)

Thank you again!

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