#prom au

[baconwitheggsss1]

Zim heard abt prom and was going to use it as a way to take over Earth (or more accurately just crash the party, lets be honest lol), but he realizes he needed a date if he wanted to seem "normal". Dib has a feeling Zim's up to something so he decided that at least going as Zim's date meant he could keep an eye on him.

Ignore any spelling grammars if there are any, I didn't proof read this.

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[imnot1pimple]

A Night Under Stars

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─⋅⋆ Ticci Toby X F!Reader

─⋅⋆MDNI .⊹

.⊹Warning: eventual smut, dry humping, praising, first time, overstimulation, sloppy make out,temporary marking, mention of gore sorta, and semi-public sex.

─.⊹Summary: You got asked out by a player for senior prom but he eventually flaked causing you and Toby to sneak out into the courtyard.

.⊹Word count: 3k

Authors note⋅⋆sooo this is my first ever fic whoo!! Uhh haha yeah so the pacing might be horrible.. but yeah I hope you enjoy it wouldn’t say it’s the worst fanfic ever but it’s definitely not great at all. Also grammar may not be 100% perfect since I didn’t fully proof read </3

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A couple of weeks ago, you had been asked out by a really popular guy who was known for going out with mentally unstable and nerdy girls, also for being a well-known fboy. Apparently, you were on his eyes now, which wasn't great. Mainly because you had the hots for someone else already. Who was the school's quote-unquote “freak” and “weirdo”, none of those titles seemed to irk you, though only because you two were pretty similar and you two had each other.

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After school. You immediately called your friend, Toby. “cmon- cmon. GOD DAMNIT, PICK UP!” You sat there at your computer, groaning and waiting until he eventually picked up. ”H-hey, wassup?” He twitches through his pixelated screen, though you didn't- No, you really couldn't see him admiring your soft features from eyes, nose, to lips. “Oh my god! You won't believe what happened today!”...he stopped admiring her and then paid attention to her words. “Alright, eh-heh. I got asked out by this random dude, like it was really random, yeah, but it was that one guy who likes his ladies a little ehhh… cucu?” Toby pauses, and he lets out a chuckle to hide the growing jealousy building up in him. He smirks, biting his lip and his rough fingers smoothing out the bandages on his cheek. “Heh- I have no idea h-how to respond to t-that.” he scratches his hair before asking you a question,” say uh- d-did you reject h-him then?” You freeze and let out a dry chuckle, almost turning into a cough since you haven’t drunk water all day. “I- did I? Haa.. what a funny question.” Toby furrows his eyebrows and looks at you, his gaze sharp even through the screen. “So?” He asks again, waiting, furrowing his eyebrows roughly until you speak up quickly and timidly. “OKAY- I, I did.. I accepted his offer. Look I know he’s a jerk but I felt bad!!” Toby cringed before sighing “why a-are you s-so empathetic? I mean do-don’t get me wrong b-but it’s a good and bad thing of y-yours ya know?” He tried to soften his face even though every look in his pixel eyes showed envy. “Yeah.. yeah I know okay I'm just... I don’t like rejecting anyone because then I feel like the bad guy!” Toby shakes his head “but y-you're not t-the b-bad guy. Playing with h-his fff-feelings makes you t-the bad guy instead." He crossed his arms. Even if it comes off laggy on your end, you understand and pick up what he is trying to say. “You're right. Thanks, Tobes. Just it’s uh- a little too late now, isn’t it?” He rolls his eyes and nods, “y-yeah, proms l-like next w-week?” You nod back in agreement. “It is in a week. So- then.. you are going right?.” Toby thinks for a minute- in reality he was pretending to think since originally he wasn’t even planning on going to school that whole next week because he felt like it, but now that you’re going to be there his lips curve up into a smile before answering “o-of course I a-am!”

You smirk, catching his shaky breath, “awesome! Heh, so you gonna wear a suit and tie~” you snicker, teasing him. “Y-yeah, tch whatever- y-you damn tease!” Toby hangs up and shuts down his computer. He slumps over his desk and palms his face as his cheeks grow darker and redder, his heart going to thump out of his chest as his neck cracks trying to keep calm, but in the end, he feels overwhelmed. And like most overwhelmed, frustrated teen boys, he... plays with Legos trying to complete his Lego Star Wars set, being gentle even when his fingers twitched.

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So now you were browsing the web looking for dress inspiration alone because Toby is a little chicken, and because you didn’t even know your date's phone number, you couldn’t even ask him what color to wear! So all you could do was stress out about how underprepared and overwhelmed you currently are. “Fuck my life..” you mutter under your breath, slamming your head against the desk repeatedly like that was going to help anything, eventually stopping cause your head hurt- you rubbed your forehead the throbbing pain that lingers like a ghost. Although in all honesty you felt it was safest to wear all black just in case you choose a mistakenly horrible color and don’t even match at all. You mutter stupid things about your prom date not even excited though glad Toby was coming, that boy always brought a smile to your face no matter the mood.

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You can’t help but talk to yourself again, trying to remember more facts about your date. “Fuck what’s his name again.. ? Wait, no, I think it was Oliver? Uhh, maybe.. god I’ll ask him tomorrow.. can’t believe I’m dumb enough to actually get with a womanizer..” you end up laying your head down on your desk, closing your eyes, snoozing off. Honestly, you were forgetting about your homework from all the multiple class periods, but who could blame you since it was the last thing on your list of priorities. Now it was the middle of the night, and you were woken up by your phone buzzing, someone spamming you. “Huh?” You rubbed your eyes, clearing your throat. You pick up your buzzing phone and raise an eyebrow. “Who the hell spams my shit at 3:47?.. fuckin creep.” You blink and see the account username. “Thy.luvolie”. You cringe at reading the username before realizing he’s your prom date. “Oh.. no fucking way he’s so…” you physically ick checking out his profile, but you sigh and follow him back even if it pains you to do so. You noticed that he wasn’t even online anymore, so you ignored it- charging your phone, you slumped onto your soft bed, groaning and smiling, you felt like you were sleeping on a soft sheet of cotton with how comfortable your bed is compared to your chair. And ignoring the fact you accidentally dozed off their the change in comfort felt good.

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Now it was the next morning, 4 days until prom, and you realized Oliver never came to school, and his social media had never been active or updated since you followed him back. Of course, you were confused the whole day, just waiting for lunch to talk to Toby about what’s been bugging you. Well, when it did reach lunch, you sat outside on bleachers and hung your head low as Toby sat next to you, man spreading. “G-God today so boring huh..?” You look at him, “it is- uh.. have you seen Oliver around?.. the dude who asked me out.” Toby had a faint smile on his face, his eyes creasing slightly as his smile widened. “N-nope,” his head jerked as he faced away from you. “C-couldn’t tell you I-if I t-truly wanted t-to.” You scoff and pick at the food on your lunch tray. “Ya know I spent 40 bucks on those damn tickets for me and him?” He rolls his eyes, “p-probably was just u-using ya..hey what if y-you give me the t-ticket instead?.” You thought about it for a good minute- if you were to go with Toby, someone you're definitely more comfortable with and enjoy being around, or the new guy you never spoke to, and like Toby said, he was probably using you. “Maybe, guess whoever shows up first gets the ticket. And I have a feeling you may win.” You tease, looking at him, you can’t help but chuckle, seeing his jealousy slowly rise, or how he was going to get you before anyone else could.

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Prom night, Oliver was a definite no-show. 15 then 20 minutes passed by and he still hasn’t shown up, you sigh and sit beside Toby, he was wearing a basic black suit with a red rose in the front pocket, his hair surprisingly combed. You smile at his effort, “Is that your Sunday best?” He looks over and takes one good look at your outfit before adding his critique, “O-oh? Y-you l-look like H-helena from tu-the MCR mmm-music vi-video y-ya emo.” You shake your head, “god, I wish, my fit is so plain I wish I did more...” you grumble, feeling a tad bit self-conscious about the lack of jewelry, but you're fine with the effort, no surprise Toby noticed, and his lips falter into a smirk. “N-no doubt you l-look good t-though!” He tried to cheer you up by complimenting, and surprisingly, it worked. “God, you really suck at cheering folks up.” He gave you a half assed smile and pouts, “a-awh I thought I-i was great a-at making you s-smile!” You ruffle his perfectly combed hair, making him look more natural. “Whatever, you also look good- too good.” You roll your eyes, jealous over his style and overall outfit..

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“Hey, it’s getting boring in here.. ya think we’re allowed in the courtyard?.” Toby raised an eyebrow before scratching his chin pretending to think. “Duh-definitely not- al-although the adrenaline o-of sneaking out e-excites me.” You nod slowly looking around the indoor gym to where you could sneak out of before remembering the secret “broken” door nobody uses anymore since they believe it’s still broken. “Hey we could go out through those doors.” You nudge his shoulder and point to the double doors. “A-ain’t those broken?” He muttered side eyeing you as his eyes shifted to the door then your face. You shake your head and hang it back, “ehh, not anymore, you know they fixed those doors like months ago.?” He squints before shrugging, “c-could work, suppose w-we could give it a g-go.” You respond, “yeahh let’s go when those dicks move out the way” you motion to the two teachers laughing near the fruit punch “or when they’re not paying attention.” He observes them closely before getting up and stretching. “Hey I-i or you cuh-could distract them.. but i-i’d say now I-is per-perfect, they’re all ‘hehehaha’ d-distracted enough.” You get up behind him before nodding in agreement “Yeah let’s be quick then.” You and Toby start to move before pausing. “Hold on, why don’t we pretend like we’re just leaving and enter the field that way? School doesn’t even have gates.” Toby pauses after you before rolling his eyes “b-but where’s the f-fun in that!” He groans “I need t-the thrill! Adre-adrenaline!” You furrow your eyebrows before giving up. “Fine, damnit!”

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Under all the dazzling stars, you and Toby managed to sneak out through the supposedly broken doors and made your way behind the bleachers on the football field. You sat down, feeling the cool earth on your palm as Toby kept his posture and crossed his legs. He was checking out all the pretty stars and tried not to wander his eyes to yours, but when he did, he was met with the natural moonlight shining through into your skin, probably enhancing your features. He swallowed roughly and cleared his throat.

“T-The stars a-are puh-p-pretty t-tonight huh?” His eyes were shifting to the ground and scoreboard but he couldn’t face you or he’ll have the undeniable urge to kiss you. “Yeah- they remind me of the freckles on your back!” He shut his eyes before finally sitting down next to you in a very close proximity. He shifts his legs so his knees would “accidentally” bump into yours. “Hey, I think that’s the Big Dipper!” You pointed to the constellation that looked nowhere near close to the Big Dipper, Toby grinned and then nudged your shoulders.”yu-yeah? Did’ya k-know there was a-a big d-dipper in my p-pants!” You can’t help but groan, then chuckle at his god awful joke. “God never use that on anyone again..” he shook his head, “mm-made ya laugh tho?” You nodded sneering at his cockiness, “Well yeah- yeah you caught me hah maybe I don’t want ya to use that on anyone else cause I want ya to myself..” Toby can’t help but cheese stupidly before rubbing his knees. His rough hands start to move towards your thigh over the dress you had on. You pause and look up at Toby- your smile falters, your blush spreads to your ears, your heart is going to burst out of your chest. All because of a small gesture? He leans closer to you before cupping your cheeks. “Muh-may I?..” he murmured, waiting for your approval of consent. You nod slowly, probably wanting this as bad as he did. His eyes shimmer before interlocking with your lips, and he continued to rub his hand over your thigh, but he lost his balance and toppled over you. He grins before giving you two a more comfortable position as he straddles you. Now, his hand moves from your thigh to cup both of your cheeks, starting to kiss you again. Letting out an accidental whine, you find yourself rubbing the back of his neck, pulling him closer aching for more friction. He just smirks and pushes the hair out of your face to kiss your forehead.

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You and toby start to makeout carelessly you cup his cheek and accidentally tug at the bandaid that was concealing scarred gache. Toby flinches and quickly covers his cheek with his palm snapping off of you. “I-i.. Y/N- y-you.. Did you.. S-see t-that?” he gets more jittery and honestly felt like you were going to be disgusted at his gorey scar. You shake your head trying to compose yourself through the shaky heavy breaths.”y-yeah.. Im sorry toby i- i didnt mean too honest-!” he cuts you off “I-i yeah i know just. Fuck- i. I n-need a-air.” ironic considering that you both are outside and behind some towering bleachers. “Toby- look i dont care about your ‘uglies’ and i understand if you feel insecure, but i like you the way you are!” Hesitantly you reach up and put your palm over his.. “was it.. from the crash?..” Toby sucks a breath of air in, if he could he would be sweating bullets but he can’t. He shakes his head and opens his mouth. “No, I-I chewed t-through m-my cheek.” He looks at you to see the change in your reaction but nothing much changed in your facial features except the fact you looked more concerned now, “are you okay now?.” He pauses and nods. “P-perfectly fine n-now that I’m with y-you.” You started too blush even more then already staring at his lips then eyes.. “ahh..” you suck your teeth your hands gliding down too pull him into a warm embrace “let’s try again?.” You murmur before kissing his nonscarred cheek. “Y-yeah.. I- thanks for not freaking out?” You smile tilting your head “why would I freak out over a cutie like you?.” He snickers softly before his fingers traced your neck.

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Toby’s hands started to move towards your hip as you initiated the kiss holding his cheek. You could feel Toby shifting as he started to pin you down. “H-how far you w-willing to g-go?.” He whispered in your ear as he tucked pieces of hair behind your ear. He muttered “hmm.. penetration is a no go, don’t wanna ruin my dress.” He smirks and kissed your ear feeling bold. “I wanna ruin ya..” no stutter? You think.. Did he really mean that..? “H-oh! Ha wow yeah, feeling bold hm?.” You rub his shoulder with your other hand interlocked by Toby’s. “I wanna see your idea of ruining me..” you smile now gripping his shoulder as Toby got the ok to do as he please.. which he took it as kissing you softly and getting rougher by each second barely allowing you to adjust as he goes. Toby grins before you feel his tongue trace your lip as you open your mouth for him to taste you he does and honestly tried holding himself back from chocking you with his tongue. Toby does pull off for a couple seconds until you notice he brings two fingers and gracefully slides it in your mouth. You start to suck his calloused fingertips as he traced your taste buds feeling more and more aroused. Your throat lets out a gargled moan as he pushes his fingers deeper checking your gag reflex, you quickly choke and swallow rough, you groan once he pulls his fingers out. You look up at him with need and lust in your eyes seeing how his pool of brown eyes reflect your feelings. He grins and starts to pull your dress up and over your panties he starts to grin idiotically as he looks at you with overly excited eyes as he cheesed like an idiot virgin. The same fingers you sucked off start to trace your puffy cunt over the thin lace of panties you had on, your hips slightly buck forward to him as your overly sensitive bud was slowly getting teased. “Gah~ f-fuck what the hell..” you cover your face from embarrassment before he grabs both of your wrist in one swipe pinning them over your head. “Nah uh.. no- d-don’t hide y-yourself. Fuck- such- such a pr-pretty thing…”

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He whined before shoving his head between your neck and shoulder causing you to shiver and moan a bit louder than the previous ones mainly from him touching your cunt like it was a computer pad and then biting down on your neck, hard. He bit down so hard you can’t help but feel a tear weld in your lacrimal eventually falling searing your burning hot face. He was never this aggressive with you at all even so he’d never harm you, but here he was biting you like you were his dinner. Ultimately you probably were. Toby bites down harder causing blood to form from the marks, as the taste of copper and pennies linger on his tongue he pauses and kisses the area but he’s now gripping the side of your midriff as he tries to not rut but his aching cock. “Damn you~.. Tobias w-what’re.. doin..” your cry out your legs slightly quivering as the cold outside air hit your thighs and waist. Arms still pinned over your head. “F-fuckin gonna ruin y-your pretty b-body.” He mutters and licks your neck perfectly peppering kisses everywhere as he pulls his slacks down leaving his top and boxers on. The pre stain of cum was evidence on how aroused he was. He clenched his jaw as he started to slowly grind his bulge over thin layers feeling how wet you were made him rut faster, he tried to keep himself quiet but like a puppy he whines and moans weakly. Your facial expression turning him on more feeling proud as he was the one making you feel this way, he squeezed his hands into your back as he rubbed himself faster against your clothed cunt he stifles tears from how quickly overstimulated he was becoming. He paused and breathed heavy, catching you off guard as he starts to palm your clit rubbing it needing you to cum first.”fuck- Toby!” You moan out as you thrust forward onto his still erect cock making him cum pretty quickly and then you afterwards. He doesn’t collapse but instead kisses your cheek “did I-I do good..?” You pause breathing heavily nodding quickly wiping the tears from your eyes since you never felt a feeling like that rush. “You did great Toby.. you were so good..” as tears weld in his eyes again he sniffles and pressed his chin against your chest hearing your heart pound. “I didn’t go too far did I?..” you chuckle at his attempt at aftercare ruffling his hair “course not. I’d say just right.” He hums smiling softly as the moon shines over the both of you. “Soo.. what’re we now?.” He continues to admire her waiting for the response “dating?.” He smiles liking that response.

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As you and Toby fixed up your appearances you drove to the nearest fast food joint and sat on the hood of your car enjoying a night under the stars with the boy you loved and a burger that hit the spots he couldn’t.

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Authors note 2⋅⋆ so I may or may not have forgotten a bit of the plot while writing because lowk was writing this during my class. But THANK YOU SOO SO MUCH IF YOU READ THIS ITS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER AND I HAD TOO DO OUR GOAT TOBY!!!

[abstractdogwolfthing]

Anotherrrrr

Teens at prom!! Ft. GoldenGlitter!!

(Use she/her on NM 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️)

Yes Fresh is also a teen in this, they’re just tall asf

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i read the ENA Prom!AU and hear me out....

So ENA is still going to the dance with someone else BUUUUT reader is going with a close friend of theirs, and so once ENA is dumped she gets really sad until she found out they're only going as friends and not as a date????

Omg I forgot about that one-

Imma do a rewrite of that fic but with the idea you mentioned (and I'll make the "close friend" Dream BBQ Ena, but for this fic she'll be called "∃NA" like it's stylized in the game).

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Prom night.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime event Ena was excited to participate in.

Everybody was allowed to attend...so long as they had a date, of course, as that was the only way they'd even be permitted to enter the building it was held in.

But that wasn't problem for her, as she found herself a date only a few days ago: a guy who she didn't know all that well, but has talked to her a few times between classes. So that was enough for him to be a familiar face; he was nice to her, and thus was considered a "friend" in her eyes.

Of all people, she never suspected that she'd be asked out to prom, so when he approached her with the question...obviously she couldn't refuse!

She couldn't be more eager for night to come--which was odd, since she never liked parties or huge social gatherings.

But this was an exception she was willing to make. Anything to make one more person in this school treat her like she's normal.

Once the pair were granted entry, Ena's grin only widened as she clung to her date's arm, eyes surveying the gym and everything going on within:

In one corner, she saw Phindoll wearing his best tuxedo, trying to woo a group of ladies with some advanced mathematical puns. In another, Shepard was trying to sneak pieces of turron while she kept an eye out for any potential messes.

Then she spotted you, Moony, and ∃NA hanging out together by the food tables, chatting about things she couldn't quite make out. But even so, she was glad to see another one of her kind attending the party.

All her friends were here.

Life was good.

"Ah, isn't this great? I wonder how we should best spend our time. I see delectable turron there! And the bowl of code just over there! Oh, so many possibilities!" She giggled, leaning on her date's shoulder. "What do you think, my dear acquaintance? Where shall we begin?"

"Oh..uh about that..." He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly in-place. "You mind letting go for a second?"

"Certainly! But...is something the matter?" Although confused, the polygonal woman listened, her eyes still shimmering with happiness. "I know. I'm nervous, too. But it's gonna be wonderful-!"

"Yeah, um..look, I only said I'd take you to the prom. They wouldn't have let me in otherwise." His gaze went to the corner, where he saw his friends hanging out. "Couldn't let them figure out I was emptyhanded, y'know?"

"Are you referring to your buddies over there? We should go meet them post haste-!" She went to take his hand, only to see him take a huge step away from her, and she frowned. "Huh? What's...What's wrong? Why are you acting this way?"

"Didn't you hear me? I said I'd take you here. I never said anything about being with you the entire time."

".....what..?" Her blue side took over as her shoulders slumped, the words slowly hitting her like a truck. "I don't...understand. I..I-I thought-"

"You seriously cannot be this dense...you really think I'd wanna be seen with someone like you? You know what that would do to my reputation?!" His voice became raised, and she brought her hands to her chest, cowering under his gaze.

"That's...not very nice. Wha..What did I do wrong? Did I say something offensive?? Is it...the way I'm dwessed?" Her voice trembled as she looked down at herself.

She was so excited about tonight that she picked out the best dress possible: one made of blue screens, pixelated popup clips on the straps, and ribbons of code wrapped around her waist.

But now she felt nothing but insecure about it.

He sighed, suddenly feeling bad for shouting. "No, it's not what you said. It's not how you're dressed. It's....It's you, Ena. I'm sorry. Don't take it personally. You're a nice girl, but I just needed a reason to get in here and be with my friends."

She felt her heart crack in two.

"B-But....but I-"

"Look, you can have fun by yourself. Do whatever you want. Just...stay away from me, alright? I'll see you in class sometime."

"Wait! Please don't..!!!"

Despite trying to reach out to him, her date--or rather her ex-date--walked off and disappeared into the crowd, pretending she didn't even exist.

Her yellow hand was grasping for air, although it flopped down to her side as she realized she was very much alone now.

She stood there for a moment, before an involuntary shudder took over her body.

Was she about to cry or vomit or both?

Apparently, it was option two as she felt white noise bile rise up in her throat, and she slapped both hands over her mouth. She sprinted out the nearest backdoor, hoping nobody would see or hear her.

She definitely didn't like this party anymore.

.........

"Ugh, why didn't I ask her when I had the chance?"

"Dunno, but get a load of this turron, dude! Eat your feelings away if you feel that bad about it."

"I still don't get the point of these stupid events. We're just wasting time...remind me again why you dragged me here against my will?"

"Because it's prom, Meanie. You'll never get another chance to attend it." Shaking your head in amusement, you glanced at ∃NA, whose meaner side wasn't at all thrilled to be here.

No, she wasn't your date, as she was too committed to her studies in business to pursue any relationship. Yet you convinced her that she could afford one night of joy, and she finally obliged--but only because you two were close friends. Otherwise, you would've had to drag her here kicking and screaming.

On paper, you two were listed as "partners", thus fulfilling the requirement to enter the building. While Moony somehow snuck in and hasn't been caught yet.

In truth, there was another member of her species here that you were hoping to ask out to prom....but unfortunately she was already taken by some random guy outside of your circle.

Ena was so excited about it, given how much she rambled and nervously asked for your opinion on the dress she had prepared, that you couldn't let her find out how disheartened you were upon hearing the news.

So you decided to go with ∃NA and introduce her to Moony. Her Salesperson side was taking the backseat for a while, as she got bored of doing inventory on random things and trying to pitch sales to uninterested attendees. For now, Meanie was here, mumbling and grumbling while chugging cups of code, wishing they were alcoholic.

"Say..I haven't seen that other Ena or her sleazeball of a "date" in a while." She huffed. "Something ain't right about that.."

"Yeah, I hear you.." Moony nodded in agreement. "I get nothing but bad vibes whenever I'm around that guy. Plus..he's kinda ugly. Why would she settle for that?"

"You say that about everyone, Moony." You chuckled, setting down your empty plate. "I'll see where she is and make sure she's alright. Don't kill each other over the last piece of turron while I'm gone."

"No promises." Meanie answered, immediately shooting the celestial entity beside her a look, which she returned in kind. "What, you oversized boulder? Got something to say?!"

"Woah there, lady. I'm a rock, thank you very much."

"Rock. Boulder. Stone....whatever!! It's all the same, ain't it?"

"Hahaaaa!! You're pretty cool, ya know that? I love your sass."

"...hmph. The feeling's mutual."

"....alright. I'll catch you guys later." You flashed a smile at them both, before heading off to search for your friend.

You prayed that Moony was wrong about the "bad vibes" that guy gave her, but usually she was correct about 99% of the time. Although you won't know for sure until you found her...

.......

It took awhile, and it felt like you were going on several different sidequests, but after asking around the gym, one attendee mentioned that they saw her running out the backdoor by herself.

That immediately worried you, and so you headed outside, where it was dark and particuarly chilly. The moment you clicked the door shut behind you, all of the music and chatter from the event went mute.

Not long after that, you heard two different noises fill the air.

They sounded like....glitched crying and sniffling?

'Oh no.' You didn't have to go very far to locate the source, as you eventually found Ena sitting alone on a bench illuminated by a single streetlight. Her back was turned to you, and she was sobbing loudly into her hands, static vomit scattered around the grass surrounding her.

It broke your heart deeply.

You felt terrible for even thinking about it, but somehow....you had a feeling that this exact scenario was going to play out.

She'd get her hopes up and believe she finally found someone who was nice to her. Someone who didn't judge her for her species....only to do the cruelest thing imaginable and leave her all alone again.

You didn't wanna believe it. You didn't wanna crush her happiness by warning her.

Now? You wish you did.

Quietly walking over to the bench, you sat down beside her. "Ena..." You rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, seeing the way she tensed up and immediately looked at you, tears flowing down the white half of her face. "What happened?"

"H-He...He used me to get into the pwom, [y/n]!!" She bawled. "He didn't wanna be seen wi...with "someone like me" and said I was huwting his weputation!! I should have known better...I-I'm too stupid and dense to think anyone would wanna go out with me! Why did I come here???? I SHOULD JUST GO HOME RIGHT NOW AND DIE!!! WOULD THAT MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER?!!!"

"No. Absolutely not. He's wrong about all of that." You brought her into a hug, and she buried her face into your chest, wailing and blubbering about how much she hated these social gatherings and listing every regret she had in life leading up to this moment.

Rubbing her back, you let her get it all out of her system, hoping she didn't go "full-sadness" on you.

The one time that happened, she was damn near inconsolable and ∃NA's Meanie side had to threaten her with violence to get her to calm down.

You didn't want it to come to that now, not over a broken heart of all things, but her skin was already turning light grey.

"He's a liar. And a total prick for treating you like a one-way ticket into this event. Anyone would be lucky to go out with you, Ena. I...I-I know I would be..." You muttered the last part quietly, your face growing a bit flushed.

Yet she heard you. "Bu...B-But you have ∃NA, don't you?" She mumbled depressingly, clinging to your [dress/suit]. "She's pwettier..more confident..isn't a jobless loser like me. You should go back to her and leave my misewable-self alone."

"You already know I'm not gonna do that, and besides...she's not actually my date."

"...wh..what..?"

"Yeah, we only had to present ourselves as a couple to enter. She didn't even want to come, but I insisted she took a break from her studies."

"S-So..you two are just...?"

"Friends. That's all. Nothing more. Honestly, I really wanted to ask you out before that guy did, and I was kicking myself for not speaking up sooner." The words spilled from your mouth before you could think. But you didn't care anymore. She needed to know.

It was enough to make her stop crying for the moment, as she looked up at you. "Really?"

"Mhm. Moony had a bad feeling about him. But you seemed so happy when you told me, and I thought...maybe he was a nice guy. So I let it go. Now I wish I hadn't...I'm sorry, Ena." You frowned slightly.

"No, it's...it's not your fault. I-I didn't listen, and...a-and now I'm a mess that you had to come clean up!!" She began sobbing again, falling back into your arms. "I wuined your night!! Like always...I'm sowwy..."

"No, honey. You didn't do anything wrong. The only one who ruined tonight was him." Shaking your head, you helped her sit up, brushing away the tears falling from her blue eye. You wish you could beat up that bastard for making her feel this way--like she was nothing--but you knew that's not what she'd want. It wouldn't solve anything.

"Come on. No man is worth your tears. He only cared about himself and his loser friends. He missed out on the chance to be with somebody as beautiful and kind as you. And I bet he's gonna regret ditching you every time he sees you in the halls."

Ena looked stunned by your words, sniffling as she tried to compose herself. Then you saw her face glitch back to its normal blue-yellow scheme, the former half still looking a bit sad. "I...have my doubts I'm either of those things. Did Moony put you up to this?" She squinted.

"Nah. She's mean sometimes, but she'd never stoop that low." You smiled, taking her hands into yours. "So before I forget...may I take you to prom and share at least one dance with you?"

She blinked in surprise. "R-Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, really. The night's still young, and there's no line to re-register as a couple. But if you're not feeling up to it, we can go home. That's okay, too."

"No, no...this night shouldn't be spoiled by his ungentlemanly actions. Your words ring true." Her yellow half took over, smiling brightly as she threw her arms around you in a tight embrace. "Thank you for talking some much needed sense into me, [y/n]! I apologize for any distress I may have caused. I'll be your date! Absolutely!"

"Now there's the Ena I know." You laughed softly, hugging her back for a few moments before you both stood up and headed inside the building hand-in-hand.

Already people were gathered on the dancefloor, moving and swaying to the beat of the vaporwave music playing over the DJ's speakers.

Moony and ∃NA were still by the food tables, laughing together as if they've known each other all their lives, only to fall silent as they spotted you and Ena together in the center.

They glanced at each other once, and exchanged brief smiles, understanding what had happened and being glad she was with you and not that prick anymore.

Ena saw her celestial friend give her a wink, and her fellow polygonal entity raising a toast, causing her face to burn with a slight blush.

"Don't worry about them."

Feeling your hands grasping hers gently, all of her attention was redirected to you and your face. "Let's get through this one dance, alright?"

Without another word, she smiled back and nodded, allowing you to lead the way, focusing on nobody else but you and your footsteps.

You both ended up staying for a few songs, and it was a wonderful experience.

This night started off horribly, with someone who didn't think twice about abandoning her, and ended with someone else---the one who truly and deeply cared about her.

That was you.

it was you the whole time.

How silly of her to not realize that sooner.

[06strawberrylemonade28]

did someone say rotbtfd high school prom au

i wrote 7,500 words today and counting so COMING TO YOU SOON THIS WEEK VIA MY AO3

BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS!!

[dearladynightmare]

Entrapdak Positivity Month Day 10: Party

Finally time for me to post this beautiful piece:D I drew it a weeks ago, but I wasn’t able to finish it because my drawing app hasn’t worked properly at that time:P

When I saw the prompts I decided to spare it for today and finally added the background^^

I put a lot of effort into their prom outfits especially Entraptas and I think it turned out sooo beautiful:3 I like thinking of her in a suit for prom but I wanted to create sth more special:3

Moreover I thought of a prom event taking place at Brightmoon. Maybe to celebrate the victory over Horde Prime?? As anyways I hope you enjoy!!

[4izhalo]

Saturday Fic Covers

Every Saturday I will share some fic covers I've created.

This Saturday I am sharing: Covers made for the best person in my life named Kit 🫶

Kittenlmc on AO3

Between Me And You (Our Little Secret) -Kittenlmc

Written for @1dsasfest 2025

We're Only Getting Older (Baby)-Kittenlmc

Written for @1dholidayff

Barely Just Surviving - Kittenlmc

Written for @1dsasfest 2026

Chasing It Tonight - Kittenlmc

Written for @1dsasfest

Sneak peek of her WIP (don't tell her I'm sharing as motivation) that she has tweeted about 👀

[applejuiceday]

The wind howls past Derek’s ears as he leaps. A bullet tears through the air, grazing his flank. He roars, sprinting forward at a breakneck pace, ragged breaths tearing from his lungs. Kate pulls the trigger yet again, and he rolls, leaping onto another rooftop.

Faster, faster, if he isn't fast enough — bang. No time. He grits his teeth and tumbles off the roof, rolling twice across the ground. Kate is still hot on his heels. Pushing himself up, a brilliant wash of lights greets him. People in formal dresses and suits walk arm-in-arm, chatting and laughing everywhere. Music spills from the building ahead, reaching his ears.

He stands up, finally taking in the scene before his eyes.

Beacon Hills High School.

Amidst the crowd, a tall figure walks toward him. People instinctively step aside wherever he passes. The second his gaze lands on him, it locks in place. His black leather jacket stands out glaringly against the sea of formalwear. He doesn’t belong here. People’s glances linger on him.

His jaw is tight, the sharp lines of his face almost as dangerous, mysterious and compelling as the night itself.

He walks straight up to Stiles and stops in front of him.

“Stiles,” he says.

Stiles has just been trying to work up the nerve to ask Lydia to dance. “Derek,” he says instead, crushing the black plastic cup in his hand. Luckily, there’s barely any punch left in it.

What are you doing here? What do you want? What fresh disaster have you gotten yourself into now?

Stiles could ask a hundred questions, but not a single one makes it out; Derek tilts his head to the side before he can even open his mouth.

Stiles glances in the direction of the head tilt—there is a massive crowd of people dancing over there—and snaps his head back, eyes widening as he stares at Derek. There is no way Derek means that.

"What? Are you seriously—"

Derek stands rooted to the spot, a faint hint of impatience clouding his features, looking as if he will personally haul Stiles to his feet if he stays seated for a single second longer.

The rest of Stiles’s sentence dies in his throat. Does he really mean that? Who invites someone to dance like that? Then again, if Stiles actually asks him, Derek might rip his head off, or yell at him in front of all these people.

He is still staring, unblinking, his brow furrowing deeper with every passing second. The patience he has left for Stiles is wearing thin. Stiles steals another glance at the dancing crowd nearby and fumbles to set his drink down on the table. He much prefers standing up on his own over being dragged up by Derek, but does he really, truly mean that? This is Derek.

He thinks about it for a second, then tentatively raises his hand, palm down, and waits there.

Derek's brow knits even tighter. His eyes flick between Stiles's hand and his face. After a brief hesitation, he raises his own hand as well, palm up, holding it a short distance beneath Stiles's palm.

So he does really mean that.

Something explodes inside Stiles’s head. He places his hand in Derek’s. His hand is warm, broad, rough-knuckled, closing loosely around Stiles’s palm.

And just like that, they step onto the dance floor. Of all things to happen in his lifetime, Stiles is actually dancing with Derek. He is going to be the talk of the school, and not for some uncool reason like his dad being the sheriff.

"Just so you know, I'm a terrible dancer. I'll probably step on your toes in a minute," he says, in case Derek gets angry. Though Derek already looks furious and grumpy. Okay, to prevent him from getting angrier.

Derek says nothing, merely glaring at him from beneath his eyebrows. Stiles should be scared of him, except they are holding hands right now, and he honestly can't bring himself to fear someone who is holding his hand.

He places his other hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek stiffens all over. His grip tightens instinctively before loosening again. He looks at Stiles, a rare flash of confusion surfacing in his eyes, looking as if he wants to say something, but in the end, he simply rests his hand below Stiles's shoulder blade as the music carries them onward.

Stiles grips the fabric of Derek's shoulder. The muscles in Derek’s arm shift beneath his hand, guiding Stiles into a step forward. Stiles catches the beat just in time, his eyes fixing on the stubble on Derek's jaw for a long moment.

On the next beat, Derek steps toward him. Stiles is a fraction too slow to retreat, and the distance between them instantly cuts in half. He can almost smell the warmth of Derek's breath. The glittering light from the disco ball reflects in Derek's eyes. They sway back into position, knees brushing as they pivot their hips, and Stiles takes another step back.

He ducks his head, heat suddenly rushing into his face. Derek's Adam's apple bobs slightly as he swallows. His shoulders are broad, and a faint, woodsy scent radiates off him.

They finish an eight-count, and hey, Stiles isn't doing as terribly as he thought he would.

"I didn't peg you as the type to show up at school dances," he says, because there is no way he can get through an entire dance in silence.

Derek raises an eyebrow.

"Or dance at all," Stiles adds. Or dance with me goes unsaid, even though that's what he wants to ask the most.

"I don't," Derek says.

Stiles blinks up at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do I look like someone who would come here willingly?" Derek says. "The hunters tracked me here."

So he isn't here to dance, much less to find Stiles to dance with. He is a beat too slow when Derek steps forward, and a beat too fast when Derek steps back, ending up stepping right on his toes. Derek gives his back an annoyed shove, which should have been Derek's own fault to begin with. It's not like Stiles invited him to dance, nor did Stiles tell him to hold hands.

He pettily steps on Derek's foot again, because he had thought all of this was real.

"Then why did you tilt your head instead of using your words?" he says, mockingly mimicking Derek’s head tilt. "You know that gesture can mean a dozen different things, right? How am I supposed to know if you want to go to the dance floor, step aside, or if your head is just itchy?"

Derek rolls his eyes impatiently. What right does he even have to be impatient? The music carries on, and he gently nudges the small of Stiles's back, raising his hand while staying anchored in place. Stiles tucks the hand that was gripping Derek's shoulder behind his own back, executing a small half-spin before facing Derek again, Derek's hand resting right back on his waist.

"You’re a good dancer," Derek says.

Stiles isn't about to forgive him just because of a single sentence, but he can still accept the compliment, even though Derek is clearly the better dancer between the two of them.

"Thanks," he says, placing his hand back on Derek's shoulder.

He gloats inwardly for a moment before silence falls between them again. Finally, he presses his lips together and asks, "So, are you leaving now?"

“Do I have a death wish?”

Since when is Derek this sarcastic? He contemplates whether to step on him again, but decides against it; he still wants to live. Then again, Derek really is safer staying here than outside. The place is packed with high schoolers; the hunters can't exactly barge in and taser him.

But what is he going to do after this dance ends?

Once this dance is over, Stiles still has a home to return to, but Derek is being chased out of his own house by hunters, running all over the place. Even though his home has already been burned down to look like a haunted house straight out of a movie, they still won't let him go. Where exactly is safe for Derek?

The music transitions into the next eight-count as they sway their feet gently. First, rule out the place he's staying at now. Second, rule out the school, the school is where Derek almost died last time, so scratch that. While Scott's house is a decent option, Stiles's house is clearly the superior choice because Stiles's dad is the sheriff, Stiles's neighbor is Scott, and Derek seems more familiar with his bedroom than Stiles himself is.

"So, are you coming home with me later?" Having reached his conclusion, the words slip out.

Derek's eyes widen slightly, his grip on Stiles tightening all of a sudden.

Only then does Stiles realize how many different ways that sentence could be interpreted. "I mean," he rushes to add, "you can hide out at my place."

Derek stares at him in silence for a long moment, and just when Stiles thinks he's going to refuse, he speaks up. "Your dad will kill me."

Even if his dad doesn't kill him, the hunters are waiting anyway. Is Derek just doomed to die today?

On the bright side, though, his dad would at most shoot at him, and Derek would only be in pain for a little bit. Before Stiles can voice that thought, Derek is already pulling him through the crowd and out of the dance floor.