Monster prom House @jkjustkiddig - Tumblr Blog

So after that hurtful monster prom break up, I'd like to request the Monster prom cast being proposed to.

(A/N): Here you go, hun! Sorry it took so long, I hope you’ll like these :)

Miranda Vanderbilt :

Marrying Miranda Vanderbilt was the only thing you wanted to do for a very long time, the whole thing becoming a wild dream of yours that would hopefully be true someday, until you decided that you couldn’t wait and decided to propose to her.

Only proposing to Miranda, meant first one thing: and that was to ask for her hand to her father, the king of an oceanic kingdom, who was and still is the most terrifying creature you had ever met. But for the sake of your gorgeous girlfriend, you shoved down your fear and asked for a private meeting.

And when you asked him if you could marry his daughter, you were surprised to hear his reaction.

“Finally!” He had put his hands in the air, a glad expression on his face. “I thought you would never ask!”

He then gave you his mother’s wedding ring to propose to Miranda with, a ring that he explained was in his family for a few generations, and told you to not hesitate to ask for his help to give his daughter the proposal of her dreams. Despite being shocked and also utterly happy to have his blessing, you accepted his help, and he managed to prepare for you the most gorgeous setting you could ever ask for.

He paid (or threatened… you never know with this family) the beautiful Botanic Garden to help grow flowers specifically for the proposal, a place that Miranda has always wanted to go to for years.

And so one night, when you invited her to walk in the magical gardens, the two of you were taking the amazing sights of flowers and sparkling lights with wide smiles on your face, Miranda’s grandmother’s ring sitting nicely inside your coat’s pocket.

“This is so beautiful.” Your beautiful princess looks back at you with a sweet smile. “Thank you so much for taking me here, (Y/N).”

“Miranda…” You spot the flowers that were grown for you and her, and you make a sign for her to look at it. “What do you think of this arrangement?”

“Hm?” She turns at the flowers expectantly, squinting her eyes when she notices that they’re forming words. “What does it say? Is it… marry me, Miranda-”

She gasps in surprised, tears coming to her eyes as soon as she analyzes the situation, and then turns back to you only to see that you have already knelt down. She hides her mouth with her hands when she sees you present the ring to her, a million of thoughts coming to her head.

“Miranda, I love you so much… I don’t wanna spend another day without you by my side.” Your smile stretches out, your own tears threatening to fall down. “… will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She jumps at you before you can even give her the ring, her arms wrapped around your neck while she cries on your shoulder. “Yes, I will marry you! Oh, this is the greatest night of my life!”

She parts away to let you put the ring on her finger, then once she takes a good look at it, she grabs your head and crashes her lips against yours.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” She gives you another kiss before parting away, your heart bursting inside your chest from happiness. “I love you so much!”

And you love her too, more than anything in the world.

Damien LaVey :

It took you a long time to find the perfect ring for Damien.

I mean, it’s Damien. You couldn’t just take any random ring in a jewelry store, that would be too boring. No, you needed to get the most intense wedding ring that could ever exist, and that meant forcing the witches to help you put a spell on a ring so it could always be on fire.

Amazing idea, right? Yeah, but the plan you had was a little longer to execute than expected, because convincing the witches to help you was more the most difficult thing in existence. I mean, you took days to do master manipulation and subtle threats that never worked on them, only to end up telling them the truth (“Fine, I want the ring to always be on fire so I can propose to Damien with it.”) and instantly got a positive response from them (“Oh my god, of course we’re gonna help you! That’s it’s so sweet!”).

Let’s face it, it’s not the way you would have normally go with them (threatening is so much more fun), but you already waste too much time on the ring so you went with truth and kindness instead.

And it worked. A simple spell from them, without even needing a little sacrifice, and you got the wedding ring of Damien’s dream. You couldn’t wait to propose to him with it, so much that you decided to just give him the ring without any other kind of preparation.

“Is that…” His grin widens at the sight of the fire enveloping the ring. “A fire ring!?”

You give him a smile from your place on the couch. “Yep.”

“Awesome!” He doesn’t wait to put on his finger, chuckling at the flames trying to eat his red skin without any success. “Thanks, babe.”

You lose your smile at the lack of reaction, then quirked an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you wanna know why?”

He looks back at you in confusion. “Hum… why?”

“Because you’re getting married.”

He blinks at you in silence for a few seconds then gives out a smirk. “I am?”

“Hm-hm.” You bite your bottom lip, suddenly fearing that he might say no. “On Friday.”

“Really? That’s pretty fast.” He approaches his face to yours, a proud glint in his eyes. “To who?”

“To me!” He laughs out at your annoyed expression and your face scrunches up in embarrassment when you realize that he has been messing with you, then you stand up to walk away. “If you don’t want to, I’ll just find someone else-”

“No, you won’t.” He grabs your hand and pulls you back towards him, ending up falling into his lap and getting trapped with his arms around you. “Because we’re getting married on Friday.”

A wide smile breaks out of your lips, his own starting to give your shoulder small kisses. “Promise?”

“You’re the one who asked the question remember?” You let out a small giggle, almost getting tickled by his lips. “Hope you like hell, ‘cause that’s where it’s gonna be.”

Nothing would make you happier than to marry him. Doing it in hell is just a bonus point.

Scott Howl :

When you decided you wanted to marry Scott, you instantly wanted to make your proposal something sweet and special, just like he has been to you ever since you’ve met. That monster was the most kind and precious person you could ever dream to love, and he deserved all the good things in life you could give him. And although choosing a ring in a jewelry store wasn’t that special of a gesture, you could make the proposal the most amazing thing in the entire universe.

You had planned everything. When he would go coach his football team for one evening, you would take the time to hand-write little notes of why you deeply love him all attached together, ending it with the famous question ‘will you marry me?’ at the end that would then reveal the gorgeous ring you chose a few days earlier in the box. Then tomorrow, when you would spend the day together, you will let him ‘find’ the box somewhere in the house and wait for his answer.

Hopefully, he says yes.

That’s what you think as you finish taking your shower, drying yourself with a towel as soon as you get out of it. Your notes for your proposal were all finished, the box left on your bed and now waiting for you to find it a place to hide it until tomorrow. You can’t help but giggle happily when you think about getting married to Scott, the whole idea feeling like a dream that will come true.

“I’m back!”

The entrance’s door closing make you drop your smile, your eyes going wide upon hearing Scott’s voice.

The box is on the bed!

“(Y/N)? Are you home?”

“Y-yes!” You try your best to put on the clean clothes you took with you, which consists of a very loose shirt and black sweatpants. “I’m in the bathroom!”

“Oh, what’s this?”

“No-” You open the door of the bathroom and stops when you see Scott already reading the little notes. “Oh god-”

“You’re the source of all my joy-Awn.” He turns his head at you to send you a smile. “You’re the source of my joy too!”

Despite your heart warming up at his words, you can’t help but feel stressed out seeing him continue reading your notes, the man getting closer and closer to the ring. You hide your mouth with your hands, frozen on place.

This is happening. This is really happening. I’m proposing to Scott… and I’m wearing sweatpants! I can’t propose to Scott wearing sweatpants-

Scott gasps, taking the ring out of the box with sparkles in his eyes, but they seem to get even brighter when he looks at you.

“We’re gonna get married!” All your worries go away as soon as he says this, a heartwarming laugh escaping your throat when he takes you in his arms for a tight embrace. “We’re gonna get married!”

“Y-yes!” You still giggle when he suddenly attacks your face with kisses, his lips feeling like a million butterflies against your skin. “Yes, we are!”

“I’m so happy…” He puts his lips against yours for a moment, only parting away to look back into your (e/c) orbs. “I love you so much!”

Your smile widens. “I love you too.”

You honestly couldn’t marry a better person.

Liam de Lioncourt :

Finding Liam the greatest ring of all time wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.

I mean, you had this amazing idea of finding a ring that was made the year he was born, which you thought would be almost impossible to do since Liam is literally centuries old… but guess what? With a little help of Vera, you managed to unearth the perfect ring from the darkest corners of a very old Antique Store, and now you’re always carrying it in your pocket while waiting for the perfect moment to ask him to marry.

So yeah, finding the ring wasn’t hard at all, but convincing Liam to settle down in a marriage (possibly for eternity, as well) will probably be the most impossible thing you would ever have to do. Remember how hard it was to get him to just accept he could love someone without it being ‘ironically’? Or how it took you weeks to make him want to truly become your boyfriend, with and without the cliché moments? Or how you had to give him a huge list of logical reasons why your lives would be easier if you lived together? What do you think it’s gonna take for him to want to marry you?

Luckily, you’re not the kind of person who gives up before even trying. So, one random afternoon at your place, you sit down beside him on the couch, looking at him read an 80’s Hungarian book for a few seconds before you speak up.

“Liam.”

He slowly turns a page from his book, but his head slightly perks up at the sound of your voice. “Hm?”

“You love me… right?”

He blinks at his page in confusion then turns his head at you with a small smile.

“Yes, I love you.” He quirks an eyebrow when you give out your own grin. “Why are you asking me that?”

“So, since you love me… it’s okay for me to assume that you like spending time with me.”

“Yes… that is true…” He closes his book, curious to where you’re going with this.

“And since you love me and enjoy spending time with me, then you might wanna do it forever… right?”

“Where is this coming from?”

Your lips stretch out at his confusion. “Just answer my question.”

He sighs, replacing his glasses on his nose as he thinks.

“I suppose that…” A red blush creeps up on his cheeks when he imagines a lifetime with you. “… being with you for eternity would be… a little more than nice…

“So you wanna marry me.”

He looks back at you with wide eyes. “Pardon?”

“If you wanna spend eternity with me…” Your cheeks almost hurt from how much your smiling. “Then you wanna marry me.”

“I-I… well-I won’t lie…” He seems to be at lost of words until his yellow eyes look into yours. “… I did think about it one or two times.”

“Good.” You take the ring out of your pocket, his eyes widening at the sight of it. “Because I wouldn’t want this ring to go to waste.”

“How did you- When did you-”

“Just say yes, love.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle. “Yes… I will marry you.”

You let him take the ring to put it on his finger, his eyes memorizing all the details of it before he looks at you with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“I have the same question for you.” You approach your face to his, still grinning happily. “You do realize I just manipulated you to marry me.”

“I wasn’t manipulated.” His own smile turns to a proud grin. “You only proposed before I had the chance to do so.”

“Wait, you-” Your eyes go wide in realization. “You wanted-”

It only takes him a second before he traps your lips within his, one of many ways he chooses to show that he’s thankful to have you in his life, and finally parts away to show the ring he had bought for you himself.

“If we’re doing cliché, might as well do a double proposal, no?”

Polly Geist :

If there’s one thing that hasn’t change in the years you’ve been with Polly, it’s her need to always go party somewhere no matter the time nor the place. Sure, you’re both not as excessive as you used to be, but you still crash random parties you weren’t invited to or go drink on a roof until dawn, watching fireworks and giggling together. It’s something you hope that never changes, but if you could ever hope for something it’s to get the chance to spend eternity by her side, loving her and cherishing her with all of your heart and mind.

Finding her a ring was something hard to do because you couldn’t just buy any random rings for her. It needed to be a ring that she could wear, a ring that was ‘dead’ enough to be in a ghost form, but also a ring that you knew she would love.

It took a little help from Liam, both of you going in dark and unknown places to try and find the most perfect ring for Polly you could ever find without her knowing anything about it. And thanks to them, you did, finding a sparkling ghost ring in the oldest antique shop Liam could find for you. You could never thank him enough for that, having promised him to help him with anything if he ever gets in trouble (which you might regret later on, but who cares? It’s for love). And now there was only thing you needed to do.

Asking the question and hoping for a positive answer.

“You’ve been quiet for a while.”

You look away from the colorful fireworks popping off in the black sky to watch your girlfriend’s face, the ghost woman taking a sip from the bottle you’ve been sharing all night while grinning at you. You giver her back a bright smile, grabbing the box inside your coat’s pocket.

“Tonight’s perfect.” You give her cheek a kiss, proud to see her blue cheek turn red. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

She lets out a giggle. “Oh yeah? I thought you said I was annoying.”

“Hm… sometimes.” You take the bottle from her hands, approaching the tip to your lips to take a sip. “I wouldn’t love you if you weren’t.”

“Oh my, thank you. I feel so special.” She looks back at the sky, her eyes lightening up at the fireworks. “You’re right, tonight’s perfect.”

You keep looking at her, the pop of colors in the sky reflecting inside her soul.

“We’re living a pretty good life, right?”

Polly’s lips stretch out. “Oh yeah. Wouldn’t trade it for nothing else.”

You take the box out of your pocket, catching her attention, and her eyes open wide as soon as you open it to reveal the ring.

“Wanna do it forever?”

“Oh my god.” She puts her hands in front of her mouth, then puts them down. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-”

“I need an answer, Polly-”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You let out a laugh as you put the ring on her finger, then get cut off when she suddenly throws herself at you. “This is amazing! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

She puts her mouth against yours before you can even answer, then just keeps giving your lips kisses despite your laugh.

“I love you too.” You finally manage to say the words when she parts away, your smile stretching out as you look at her happy expression. “It’s too late for you to run away now.”

She snorts. “You realize that just sounded like the interdimensional prince, right?”

Your expression falls down to a horrified one, making your fiancee laugh as hard as she ever did.

Vera Oberlin :

Ever since you picked up a ring in a jewelry store, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over.

What if Vera doesn’t want me to propose?

Not that you don’t think that she doesn’t wanna get married. She’s actually been pretty clear on the subject for the last few years you’ve been together. She would like to spend the rest of her life with you, even if you both become criminals and get locked up, she wants the two of you to stay together. It’s a sweet thought, although you’re glad none of you have been arrested and that she has calmed down with age, and you couldn’t be happier to know that she wants the same thing as you.

No, what you’re wondering is if she would want to be the one proposing to you instead of the other way around. I mean, it’s what happened with most of the important events in your relationship. When you asked her to prom, she refused before she got on to invite you instead a few seconds later. Same thing happened when you asked her to be your girlfriend… and don’t even try to remember when you brought the idea of moving in together.

Vera likes to be the one with the big ideas, and so you’re not sure she would like it if you were the one proposing.

But you couldn’t just ignore that perfect wedding ring you coincidentally saw in an Antique store. It was a silver snake with black diamonds forming its eyes, the animal wrapping itself around the person’s finger and forming a beautiful ring. Everything about it screamed ‘Vera’ to you when you saw it, and you bought it before you could even think about if she would like it or not.

So now, you’re just waiting and worrying while you continue your everyday life with your gorgeous girlfriend, trying to act like you’ve never bought a wedding ring for her even though it’s always hidden in your pockets every time you two go out… even when you’re just grocery shopping.

“Do we still have chili at home?”

Vera’s staring at the spices on the shelves when she asks you that question, holding unto your grocery basket full of food while the snakes on her head look around. You let out a giggle when one of them gives your cheek a small lick, your left hand fidgeting with the black box in your coat’s pocket the whole time.

“Didn’t we bought some not too long ago?”

“I think we already used it all, but I’m not sure…” She stays silent for a moment, then grabs two bottles of chili spices. “Let’s take some just in case.”

“Of course.” You give out a grin. “And you sure it’s not because you love spicy food?”

“Shut up.” You giggle at her words, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. “You never complain about it.”

“True.” You put your lips against her cheek, leaving a small kiss before parting away. “I love you too much to complain.”

Her lips stretch out under your touch, her eyes looking up at you. “Can you go pick up pasta?”

“Sure, I’ll be right-” The loud thud of something hitting the ground stops you in the middle of your walk, your expression faltering down when you look down to see the ring box between you and her. “…back.”

You both stare at the black box in silence, feeling the tension rising inside your chest and your head when you see that she is just staring without moving an inch. You suddenly feel like this is a bad idea, that you shouldn’t have bought the ring and brought it with you wherever you went. You should have waited to know if she wanted to be the one to do it or if she wanted you to-

“Do it.”

You blink, looking back at her to see that she’s looking right at you. “Huh?”

“I said ‘Do it’.” You see her lips stretch out wildly, her breathing hard from the excitement. “Do it!”

“O-okay-um…” You kneel down to pick the box ring, already being in the familiar position to ask the big question, and you look up to stare at her red eyes. “This is not where I thought I would do this, but…”

She lets out a sharp breath, her smile widening.

“Vera…” You open the box, taking out the snake ring between your fingers and showing it to her, ignoring the few gasps from random people arriving in the isle. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She lets you put the ring on her finger, her eyes mesmerized by everything that’s happening right now. “Y-yes… why-”

You stand up with a huge grin on your face, waiting for her to look back at you.

“It’s beautiful.” Tears appear in her eyes, a rare sight that you almost never get to see. “Why do you always do those things before I get a chance to?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you didn’t steal that moment this time-”

You yelp when she grabs your shirt to shove your mouth against hers, the other clients applauding you two until you part away. You stare at the determination in her red eyes, her cheeks red both from embarrassment and from love.

“I’m saying my vows first.”

Your grin stretches out. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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