Hoe tip: Preparing for prom (or any important event)
So it’s May right now, and that means that it’s officially prom and wedding season! My prom is about a month away, and that’s what inspired me to make this post. I’m going to outline everything that you may want to do to prepare for your prom from about a month out. Enjoy!
Anon said: Hii can i request a yuta scenario where he is just cocky af and a fuckboy but ends up being really sweet and you fall for him pls (:🌸
Word Count: 4100+
Summary: The end of the school year is approaching and the only obstacles ahead of you are graduation, prom, and Yuta.
Senior year tends to be a bittersweet experience for most people, including yourself. You didn’t think it would fly by so fast and it’s all coming to an end after this week. With prom and commencement being the only things ahead of you, the feeling of relaxation is becoming a recurrence for you. You observe the surroundings of your associated student body room and think to yourself, “Hey, I’m probably not going to see any of these people for a very long time or never again!”. For you, it makes things a lot easier.
Going off to college with a clean slate and having the ability to showcase your introduction skills to new peers makes you content. Until you’re brought back to reality that one of your colleagues is coming with you for the ride. Yuta Nakamoto. It is unfair to say that you can’t stand the guy because you two have never properly met but…you can’t stand him. Knowing each other’s names is good enough for you. Having the opportunity to choose from 10 colleges that accepted him and the odds of him choosing the same college as you is highly unlikely. But, Lady Luck thought wrong. You catch him in the middle of the room discussing with fellow classmates on final prom preparations. He always tends to get loud and obnoxious over the smallest of things and today is no different.
Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 2.299
Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm
A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!!
I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that
ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY
“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall
“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.
“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.
“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands.
“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair.
Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”
His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.
“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.
“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.
Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.
From: (Y/N)♕ ♥
babyyyyyyy [delivered: 11:21am]
jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]
He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.
“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.
“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.
“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.
“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.
“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you.
“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung.
Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.
To: (Y/N)♕ ♥
what’s up baby? :)
Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.
From: (Y/N)♕ ♥
i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning
i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..
you dont have to if you dont have time though!!
His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.
i’ll be there in 10
As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door.
“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.
“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving.
He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side.
Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.
Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.
Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper.
Jackpot. That should be it.
Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.
Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.
She’s never shown me any of her drawings…
“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text.
Texts with dates.
Smeared texts with dates.
Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts.
“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”
“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.
“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”
Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?
His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.
He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.
“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.
Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.
“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.
“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.
“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.
“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.
“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on.
Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly.
“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.
He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”
You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”
He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”
“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.
“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.
“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.
“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.
As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”
Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.
Everyone knew Paul Lahote was a hotheaded, bad-tempered young man. It only got worse when he was mature enough to shapeshift into a giant furry beast. He had to learn real control then. But it was easy for him because all he had to do was kiss you and he was calmer than ever.
A/N: Mentions of bullying and disabilities(nothing too graphic); don’t read if you’re sensitive or easily triggered (don’t read any of my fics if you’re easily triggered since content is mostly sensitive). I decided to get ‘creative’ with this chapter and I’m never doing it again so enjoy it while it lasts, lol. Enjoy :)
You were all at the police station as you stared blankly at
the wall, waiting for Sehun to pay his fine. You scoffed at how easily he
swiped his card across the reader.
“And if I ever see you kids meddling around and vandalising
again you better believe the punishment will be worse than a fine and a
warning, do you understand?” The sergeant hissed as he slammed his hand down on
the table. “Out!”
You rose to your feet slowly as you kept your head down, following closely
behind Minseok. The cool air hit you and you shivered as you were still wet.
You smelt like alcohol and desperately needed a shower.
“Ana I’m so sorry about this.” Jongdae whispered as he
pulled a concerned face, she shook her head at him but you could tell that he
still felt mortified. You felt extremely bad that Ana had to witness such a
spectacle but there was no way you were going to let Mei get away with what she
had done. You were just praying that this hadn’t put her off of Jongdae. “Let
me walk you home.” Jongdae linked his arm in Ana’s and bid you all goodnight.
“And then there were five… only two of which are sane.”
“Minseok!” Baekhyun hissed elbowing him in the side.
“Ouch! What?!” You were staring at the space on the ground
that was separating everyone from each other, absolutely still seething that
Sehun had called you low class scum.
“Sehun I want to go home. Now.” Mei demanded, tugging on his
sleeve as she stood awkwardly in her heels, she was still drenched and her hair
was wet and stringy which gave you a sense of satisfaction which you knew was
sinful to be feeling, but you were savouring the fact that you were the one to
destroy her night. Sehun didn’t say anything he just spun around in the
opposite direction getting ready to walk off. You scoffed almost a little too
loudly as you whispered to Baekhyun beside you.
“So he’s not even going to apologise?”
“Apologise for what?!” Sehun spun back around. You bit your
lip nervously as you weren’t expecting him to hear you. “What should I
apologise to you for?!”
You shook your head at him in disgust. You had only known
Mei for 1 day and a few hours and she was already bringing out the absolute
worst in Sehun, he was already a hard person to deal with but right now he was
“Are you fucking kidding me? You called us low class scum Sehun. In what world is it okay to
call your friends low class scum?” Your hands were shaking and your body was
consumed with rage.
“It’s because you are low class scum.” Mei spat in your
direction. Your eyes went wide as you lunged forwards towards her.
“Shut up you fucking bi—”
“Oi! Y/N stop it!” Baekhyun grabbed your arms as he dragged
you back, holding you into place between himself and Minseok.
You were absolutely raging. This is the angriest you had
ever been with Sehun, you couldn’t believe that he could actually be that
stupid, as to let his girlfriend dictate him. She was the scum, why couldn’t he see that that was the case. You
didn’t want Sehun; you weren’t attracted to him and the feeling was mutual so
what was she trying to prove?
“Yes, we’re lower classed than you. Okay I get that, but scum Sehun? Really!?
“Well you’re proving me right aren’t you!?” He shouted as
his chest began to heave up and down he turned around to punch the lamppost
next to him leaving a dent behind as he did so. You took a step backwards from
him in shock; you had no idea that Sehun was so violent and dangerous.
“Baek, Min, I want to go home.” You whispered as you
continued to walk backwards.
“Yeah! You go home! And stay the fuck away from me and my
girlfriend you crazy bitch! I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough of everything, of
having to bottle everything up. Of having to pretend I’m okay with things when
I’m not and I’m tired of you always making me second guess myself.” He grabbed
Mei’s hand and walked off in the opposite direction leaving you Baekhyun,
Minseok and yourself behind.
“What the fuck…just happened…” Minseok breathed as he looked
over to you. “Why was he so mad?”
“Fuck that.” Baekhyun frowned as he stepped closer to you.
“You…naked Sehun? Explain yourself.”
“It’s the last day of the week” you breathed to yourself as
you looked at your face in the mirror. Truth be told you looked ugly due to
stress; exams were creeping ever closer and you were having to deal with the
stresses of prom preparation and Sehun not talking to you, it was extremely
awkward; since he was talking to everyone but you. As soon as you entered a
room he would get up and leave. He was still with Mei and although you were
disgusted by it the fact remained that she was his girlfriend so what could you
do? Your phone buzzed and you sighed as you looked down at it.
You smiled as you slipped your phone into your satchel. You
would do anything you could to help Chanyeol out. You skipped out of your room and made your way to the place that you dreaded the most nowadays. School.
35 minutes later and you were awkwardly sitting next to the
man that was currently your worst enemy. You had never fallen out with Sehun
this badly and quite frankly it was scaring you. It had gotten to the point
where you didn’t know if your friendship could be repaired. It had gotten to
the point where Sehun was floating around with Nel. He was talking to Reiji and
co. His demeanour had changed and something about the air around him was
hostile. Sehun was never inviting but he was never aggressive either. Now just
being around him made your blood curdle, it made you want to crawl under a rock
and hide. You needed to sort things out and so as per usual you opted for
ripping a corner off of your notebook and scribbled a note down on it:
‘We need to sort this
out Sehun. You can’t keep avoiding me forever.’
You passed it over to his table but to your surprise this
time he did something completely out of character. He stood up and pushed the
contents on your desk onto the floor.
“Why are you always sending fucking notes. Don’t you know
this a classroom? Not only are you trying to disrupt my love life, you’re also
trying to disrupt my learning. Do you understand the concept of ‘leave me the
fuck alone’ Y/N?” He brought his leg up and kicked your desk down to the floor.
The whole class was staring at him in total shock, including yourself and for
once your professor was on your side.
“Mr Oh Sehun what do you think you’re playing at?!”
To which Sehun replied with a scoff and walked out of the
“He did what?” Chanyeol gasped as he pulled up outside of
his house. The grass was overgrown and desperately needed mowing, whilst the
door desperately needed a fresh lick of paint.
“I’m telling you Chanyeol, and then he just left. I don’t
even know what to think anymore. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what
happens.” You sighed and shrugged your shoulders as you waited for Chanyeol to
get his sister out of the back seat and open the door. Hani was her name and
she was adorable, when she was calm she was an absolute cutie. You noticed that
she liked to run her hands through Chanyeol’s hair whilst staring into his eyes
maybe that was her way of showing him some sort of appreciation. He was
practically her father after all.
“You couldn’t help my brother with his homework could you?”
Chanyeol asked as he supported Hani into the house; placing her in a play pen
that he had set up for her in the living. He walked over to the fridge and took
out some pre-prepped food. “He should be in his room right now.”
You nodded your head and smiled politely.
“Of course that’s fine.” You made your way upstairs and knocked on his brother’s
door. “Hey it’s me, Y/N, you remember me right? Are you decent?” You waited for
him to grunt a response before you twisted the handle and pushed the door open.
“I’ve come to help with your homework.” You smiled at him; he was the spitting
image of Chanyeol, just younger.
“I’ve already finished it.” He said bluntly as he looked at
you and back down at his lap. You noticed he was just sitting in silence on his
bed with the lamp on; his duvet was pulled up to his stomach as he continued to
just stare at his lap. He used his head to signal towards some sheets of paper
on his side table.
“Already?” Your eyes widened as you walked over to the sheet
of paper; scanning over them. It was true he had completed them and everything
was correct. “Wow, you’re quick how did you do that already?”
“I did it in school.” He answered bluntly and it made you
cringe how similar to Sehun he sounded. “At lunchtime.”
“At lunchtime, shouldn’t you be playing football with your friends?”
“Friends.” He scoffed sarcastically “What are friends? I don’t
know what those are.” You were sure his ‘joke’ was supposed to make you laugh
but he failed in his attempt because quite frankly it was sad, he realised you
weren’t laughing and rolled his eyes. “I don’t have friends. I get bullied so…you
Your face softened as you approached him and sat down on the bed beside him.
“Have you told Chanyeol about this?”
“I mean yeah I have, he knows… but what can he do about it?
If they want to keep bullying me then they’ll keep bullying me I suppose.” He
shrugged his shoulders so matter of factly and it made your heart sink. This
shouldn’t be a normal thing. “I just hate everything. I hate that my parents
didn’t take me with them. I hate Hani for making my life hard. I hate Chanyeol
sometimes and I don’t even know why…”
You frowned at him.
“Hey! Listen young man you have no right to hate Hani; she didn’t choose to be
born this way and as for Chanyeol, you have no right to hate your brother; he
has done everything to help you –”
“I know that.” He cut you up. “That’s why I hate him. I hate
him for always focusing on me and her and not focusing on spending time with
himself. I hate him for trying so hard…I’m scared to step out of line, I can’t
keep bugging him about being bullied he has enough to deal with.”
Your heart had broken into a thousand pieces at this point. It was not okay for
a boy as young as him to be feeling this heavily about life. You grabbed a
paper and pen from the side and scribbled your number down on it.
“If you need help then call me okay… If your brothers not
available then I’ll be. I just want you to know that Chanyeol is trying every
day for you and he loves you and Hani very much.”
“I know that…and thanks.”
“I’m going to go and check on Chanyeol.” You rose up from
the bed and smiled down at him. “I mean it, call me.”
You were sat down on the chair opposite Hani as you watched
Chanyeol feed her some plain porridge. You heard it was one of her favourite
All of a sudden she jumped up from her seat and ran over to you screaming into
your face, tears unexpectedly rolling down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry she’s not used to many other people. She’s only
really calm around Rozz and Minseok… I think she thinks he’s handsome.” He
chuckled lightly as he dragged her back to her chair. “Come on Hani it’s time
to eat.” He picked up the spoon from the table again and proceeded to scoop
food into her mouth, cleaning up her chin when it was needed, but she was still
crying furiously. “She’s probably scared you’ll take me away from her. I’m so
sorry.” You shook your head, dismissing his apology; he had no need to
apologise to you.
Suddenly Hani got up for the second time; locking her
fingers into your hair she yanked it down hard a lock of your hair coming out
in her hand. You screamed at the pain as you placed your hand atop of the spot
she had pulled your hair from.
“Hani no!” Chanyeol shouted, pulling her back into her seat.
“Y/N I’m so sorry, she’s been getting worse lately… I…”
“Chanyeol it’s okay don’t apologise, it’s just a bit of hair
it will grow back.” You smiled up at him through the pain.
He put the spoon down as let out a heavy sigh running a hand through his hair. “Dinner
for Jae…” He mumbled as he looked at the fridge in disdain.
You had never seen Chanyeol so stressed in your life when you were at school he
wore such a good poker face but seeing him in such a state was really breaking
your heart. He looked like a father who was trying to multitask so hard. You
can’t believe he kept it bottled up for so long.
“Chanyeol forget it.” You piped up reaching into your phone
case you smiled as you pulled out two tokens. “I was saving it for a rainy day
but I couldn’t think of a better time to use it. It’s 100% percent off so free
His eyes widened as he bent down and hugged you tightly.
“Thank you so much, Jae will love this.” He took the tokens
from your hand. “Youngjae! Come downstairs!” He shouted. Moments later his
brother was standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Guess who’s having pizza for
dinner!” Chanyeol smiled at him as he waved the tokens in the air.
Jae’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as he ran up to hug
Dedicated to the amazing @franuary who is always there to fangirl over all things TRC and who helped come up with prom ideas!
[For the sake of this story, please imagine that there was an extra week between the toga party and the rest of the events in The Raven King. FYI this post is about 4200 words and is fluff to the max.]
It was spring. The woods and fields were waking up, trees were budding, flowers were blooming, and the prom committee at Mountain View was in high gear preparing for this year’s extravaganza. Blue had been ignoring the ticket table that was set up in the cafeteria, the glittery posters that covered the walls and doors, the high-pitched gossip of who had asked who and who had been rejected. Prom had never been on her radar and with all her raven boy drama she simply did not have the patience or energy for it. In less than a month Gansey would be dead. Blue hardened her heart against the thought.
Blue had been studiously ignoring the rest of her classmates on that fateful day when both Henry and Gansey had deigned to call on her at school, but there was no ignoring the scandal that she encountered when she returned to school the next day. She was accosted by demands and insinuations: who were those boys? was she sleeping with both of him? It was embarrassing and awful and Blue was reminded yet again of why she had chosen her Raven Boys over her classmates.
What Blue did not expect was Gansey and Henry coming to see her at Nino’s during her shift that evening. She was feeling worn around the edges, still smarting from some of the particularly harsh things that had been said about her. At first she thought that Gansey and Henry had been able to sense her distress and had come to apologize for upsetting her social status quo. But no. They had come to ask her to prom.
A/N: Another short chapter :) Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions for where the story should go in my ask box!!
To your surprise, Jungkook never ends up asking Rose out to prom. There’s no word going around about Rose and Jungkook going together to prom and Jungkook keeps his distance ever since that day with Taehyung. He still talks to you regularly but is nowhere to be seen when Taehyung comes in the picture.
As prom gets closer and closer, your friend Somi ends up getting a date and you are left to go with Taehyung, your date in case you can’t find anyone else you want to go with.
Hey guys! I know I haven’t been posting I have been supaaaa busy with senior prom and preparing for graduation. Again I just want to
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Spideychelle Headcanon: In Which Peter Is Sweet to MJ but even more than usual
Prom is nigh
And MJ is panicking bc she wants to ask Peter of course but is getting a vibe he’s planning something to ask her too, so she doesn’t want to waste his time and effort even though he’ll probably just smile it off
And it takes time and resources to prepare for prom so hurry up Parker
Well one day she arrives for AcDec after school practice and she notices something amiss
The team is mostly there but also hushed, even Mr. Harrington is clearly trying to be aloof but failing when she gets in the room
She notices some things on her preferred spot on the table, and figures somebody sat there, so she goes to sit somewhere else
And everybody is like “WAIT WAIT WAIT” and MJ freezes and is confused AF
Hell even Flash seems like he’s trying not to mess up something which alarms her
Ned says “here MJ! Lemme pull out your seat for you, ma'am!” super robotically and MJ side eyes him as she goes to her seat
She sits and finally gets a good look at what’s in front of her
It’s four little ziplock baggies, each with something small inside and some sort of brown smears on the plastic
She opens the first one, as there’s four in a row and it’s a chocolate chip cookie, clearly homemade, but with a super smudgy letter ‘P’ on it doodled in Nutella by the smell of it
MJ’s eyebrow is about to shoot through the roof by this point
Everyone is looking at her expectantly
So she goes for the next bag and it’s another cookie, only this one has a smudgy letter 'R’
It’s then that it starts to hit her
A four letter word that starts with PR
This can’t be happening
She goes for the next one a little more urgently, sure that the next one is something different that will break the chain
But nope it’s another cookie with a sloppy letter 'O’ in Nutella
And she’s much more urgently going for the fourth bag and there it is
The last cookie has a sloppy letter ’M’
MJ is staring at the four cookies in a row, taking it in and doesn’t notice Ned rapidly sending a text
Then right on cue Peter walks in, his cheeks red but his stride is confident enough
MJ stares at him as he comes to sit in front of her like he usually does
And he pulls out a fifth little bag and draws a fifth cookie, this one with a question mark painted on it in Nutella
Peter just smiles at her expectantly
And stares a little more
Peter begins to grow distressed and prepares to recite the speech he rehearsed to apologize to MJ for doing this to her
But finally, MJ gingerly takes one of his hands, and takes the cookie from his other hand, and pops it in her mouth, smiling at him meekly with full cheeks
The dawning look of triumph on Peter’s face is blinding
And the others clap and cheer
And MJ tells them to shut up, they have work to do
And that night in bed, she can’t stop smiling bc she’s going to prom with the boy she’s in love with
The boy who’s sweeter than any cookie
But she won’t turn down his baked goods either so go figure
Okay, so since I’m going to go to prom in a few hours and haven’t gotten over the panic of that yet, I’m going to shance/vent it out here and make everything go wonderfully.
Lance, non-binary (leaning towards male), didn’t want to go to prom in a dress or a suit. A dress on it’s own would make him uncomfortable and a suit just doesn’t look comfortable at all. So, what was he to do?
Lance looked online, with some advice from how his boyfriend Shiro, for a skirt but didn’t find anything he particularly liked. So, instead he went shopping with his 3 best friends, Hunk, Pidge and Keith.
Hunk, Pidge and Lance were all on the look out for something kinda pretty to wear (dresses, skirts, anything) while Keith was mostly just nodding along and telling them they looked awesome. Hunk and Lance found some things in a shop they liked and decided to give it a try.
Lance was looking for a skirt that was short at the front (knee length) and long in the back (ankle length) but instead found a blue dress like that which he really liked. He tried it on and unfortunately it wasn’t quiet the right size for him, just a tad too big. But then again, it was comfortable and he liked the breathing room…
Either way, after getting the best friend’s approval, Lance bought the slightly over sized dress and was pleased with it. He felt kind of guilty about buying it because to him, £50 on a dress was a lot. But when he texted his mother the photo of him in it and the cost, her response “bargain”, so he didn’t feel so bad after that.
The three of them wondered around a little more, finding Pidge a nice pair of dress pants and shoes, then a pretty top they could wear for prom. Keith already had his outfit and things organized, so once they got Hunk a nice pair of shoes, that was that.
Lance didn’t worry about shoes because he’d already ordered some boots online and when they came, they gave him just enough height for the over-sized dress to look right. His mother was so happy at the sight of it, but there was one issue: his jacket.
Lance’s original plan was to be bottom female and top male, but after getting the dress, that sorta went out the window since all the shirts he found didn’t look right with the dress. The shoes were female too, so he had to get a jacket from the men’s section. His mother didn’t understand this at all, since once it was off the hook, no one would know if it was from the girl’s section, but Lance would know and that was too much for him.
He tried arranging to look for a jacket, but nothing worked out and when he tried to look online for something that would look okay with his dress, all he found with women’s blouses.
It looked like he’d go to prom looking completely female-
Then his father let him borrow his prized work jacket for the prom. It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for his dress, but since both his parents told him he didn’t look ridiculous in it, that was enough.
After convincing his mother to do his nails, that was that. He was going to prom in black knee-length boots, probably black tights, a dark blue dress that was short in the front and long in the back, his nails painted dark blue and a black jacket.
He was going to go in a limo with his shopping buddies and Allura, the one who organized the limo for everyone. Lance was feeling nervous and excited because for a while he was pretty certain he wasn’t going to go to prom. But after a little convincing from other classmates and some soul searching, he decided it’d be fine and he’d enjoy it.
A large part of Lance wanted Shiro to go with him, but Shiro had his own places to be on Lance’s prom night, so he never brought it up. Plus, they didn’t go to the same school, so Lance wasn’t entirely sure if it’d be okay for Shiro to even be there.
As soon as they got to the prom location, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Keith and Allura were having the time of their life. Allura was being asked for a dance every other 10 minutes, Keith was laughing at the moronic senior fuckboys who tried to sneak alcohol in, only to be kicked out by the teachers, Pidge was feeling good and okay in their outfit, Hunk felt like the prettiest person in the room and Kolivan (a classmate Hunk had been crushing on for ages) asked him for a dance and Lance was getting a thousand compliments.
It was a wonderful night and then…
The doors opened an hour after everyone else arrived and in walked several people’s definition of a wet dream; a hot, slightly older guy in a full suit who looked nothing short of dashing, holding a blue rose in his hand. That hot, slightly older guy was Shiro.
He walked over to Lance and asked him for a dance. Lance, blushing to the tips of his ears, agreed and they took to the dance floor. A lot of people stared and whispered, wondering who the hot guy was, remarking how lucky Lance was to be at the centre of his attention, making suggestions of him being Lance’s famous boyfriend-the one he never shut up about and had been dating for a year that was mostly spent in secret since the guy wasn’t ready to come out.
Shiro and Lance hardly heard the rumors, just dancing together and talking. Turns out, Shiro’s mom was a teacher at the school and when Shiro asked if she could help him attend the prom so he could be with Lance (the boyfriend who had helped Shiro get help in one of the toughest parts of his life, when Shiro seriously considered ending it all), his mother was all to happy to get the board to allow Shiro access.
Shiro also took some waltz lessions while the rest of Lance’s school were learning to dance like that for the prom, too. Turns out, they were both taught by Coran, Lance’s crazy uncle.
With Shiro around, Lance’s amazing prom just got more incredible every second.
He introduced Shiro to his friends, who all approved more or less instantly. Allura was announced Prom Queen and Kolivan Prom King, but they opted to dancing with Pidge and Hunk respectively instead of each other.
At the end of the night, Lance ended up going home in Shiro’s car and they just talked. Once they got to their house, Lance’s mother gave everyone hot chocolate and they all fooled around a little, acting like kids, dancing a little more, exchanging silly stories and then putting on a show they’d all enjoyed when they were children: What’s New, Scooby Doo?
One by one, they feel asleep on the couch, Lance and Shiro being the last ones to conk out. They talked quietly, saying how happy they’d been to spend the night together. Lance feel asleep, resting his head on Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro watched him dream for a little while and feel asleep to the image of Lance smiling.
After all the kids feel asleep, Mrs McClaim took one final picture of the kids’ special night (she’d probably taken hundreds already when they were preparing for prom, when they left for prom, and when they’d come home from prom. She had the actual prom photos covered thanks to a secret inside operative known as Mrs Shirogane), wrapped them up in a blanket. Took another photo of them all sleeping peacefully, then noticed the blue rose in her child’s hand.
Smiling, she took the blue rose, put it in some water and too a photo of that, with the kids in the background. That ended up being her final photo of the night.
Microfic idea: Paulina turns down all the guys' promposals and then shows up with Star
23 guys. Paulina turned down 23 guys, prom was less than a week away, and the rumors were starting to circulate.
“Sorry boys,” she confirmed the next day, after shooting down candidate #24. She flashed a smug smile, pleased as could be. “I’m taken.”
She refused to divulge her date’s identity, however (she, quote, ‘wanted it to be a surprise’) and thus a conspiracy was born.
“I bet it’s a nerd,” someone guessed at lunchtime. Paulina’s mystery date had become the talk of the school, and some of the most ardent gossipers sat with their yearbooks open, considering the options. Paulina was no stranger to dating those on the lower rungs, or giving geeks their 15 minutes of fame. But the most likely candidate–Danny Fenton–was already spoken for, and, when confronted with questions, his girlfriend Sam Manson kicked the hecklers to the curb for daring to even suggest.
“What if it’s a celebrity?” someone else suggested days later. After all, if any girl at Casper High could catch the eye of a celeb, it was Paulina. And it would make for one hell of a surprise. This theory grew so popular that many people planned to bring camcorders and autograph books to the event on Prom night.
“Or maybe,” a few whispered among the halls, a rare but not outlandish theory; “Maybe Paulina finally nabbed a date with the Ghost Boy.”
But none of the pre-Prom buzz could’ve prepared them for the truth. On the big night, Paulina arrived, wearing an elegant pink dress, a violet rose, and a smirk. No hesitation. Casper’s Queen Bee waltzed through the double doors, and on her arm, visibly nervous but also excited, was her date, a blonde in blue.
The matching corsages confirmed it. Paulina’s date was none other than her best friend–now girlfriend–Star.
And not even an appearance from Phantom could’ve caused a bigger uproar.
Summary: You’ve been dreaming about prom your whole life. When that day finally comes, you have the perfect venue, the perfect theme, the perfect dress, and the perfect date. But when your boyfriend, Yoongi, can’t go with you, he sends his friend Taehyung instead and things get kind of weird…
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 9.5k
Content: This is pretty PG-13 so there’s not much to warn you about. A little bit of swearing but that’s pretty much it.
A/N: This was originally supposed to be a Tae fic but it ended up having a lot of Yoongi. Turns out I don’t know how to write a non-Yoongi fic lmao. I’m telling you now this fic takes place in May 2015 (the year I went to prom) but most of the songs are ones that came out after that so don’t yell at me for the inaccuracies. Also shout out to @qweentae and @jungkookbunbun for helping me through my writer’s block and helping me choose the right words
Ten days until prom: four akumas. None of these victims were
Marinette Dupain-Cheng when she found out Adrien was going to prom with
Lila Rossi – “Lila! The nerve… She must have known he’d just been turned down, but she asked anyways! She didn’t even give him time to breathe!” – but three were Adrien Agreste fans upon finding out he had a date.
Seven days until prom: three akumas.
Four days until prom: eight akumas.
Three days until prom: eleven akumas.
Two days until prom: fifteen akumas.
One day before prom:
swung onto the bakery roof, detransformed in midair, and flopped on her
bed with a heavy groan. Tikki spun out of her earrings and plopped down
on Marinette’s pillow, exhausted. Marinette pulled a box of day-old
cookies out from under her bed and pushed a few towards Tikki.
last minute promposals and rejections. Five dress rentals that fell
through. A guy and a girl whose dates switched on them last minute for
each other. Two girls who’d bought their dresses online from sketchy
websites that sent low-quality dresses. And it was only two in the
She and Chat Noir had been building up to this. Ladybug
warned him to stock up on whatever his kwami ate; he suggested getting
rest whenever she could possibly manage it. The Ladyblog, livetweets,
and news reports were constantly open on their computers and phones.
They’d discussed homework and agreed it was best to put it off until
after prom. They were both skipping school today.
glanced at the unfinished material hanging over her dress form and
around her room. She’d told Alya she was skipping school to finish her
dress. Between all the akumas in the past week, she hadn’t had enough
time. The dress was getting… close… ish. That is to say, all the pieces
were cut out, and some were sewn together…
There was a thud on the roof. Tikki shot into the box of cookies; Marinette swept the box back under her bed.
Chat Noir’s head poked over the edge of the open loft door. “Bonjour,” he piped.
Hi there, I see this is a new head canon blog (nice profile pic btw). Curious to see your guys' general head canons of the bros journeying around Lucis.
Thanks, anon. Adventuring around Eos with the bros is a lovely way to kick this off 😊 I decided to do this chronologically throughout the day, depending on each of the bros’ favorite time! I also included a song that captures the essence of each respective time.
Mornings are undeniably Ignis’ favorite time of day. Waking up before the rest of the gang, pouring a hot cup of Ebony, and sitting around what was once a blazing camp fire the night prior to watch the sun rise is a perfect time to relax, reflect, and decide on the day’s game plan.