#(( also happy anniversary to monster prom as a whole <3 ))

[we-call-it-technophobia]

“Now, my beloved, I do not mean to offend you, but the depiction of yourself as a horse that you drew is rather terrifying. It is incredibly well drawn, still! Something about it just continually strikes me as unsettling.”

“U-Uh, yeah… I wanted to make him look friendlier b-but, uh, I’m not that good at drawing without a reference so that kind of cartoony look i-isn’t really something I can do. He’s kinda making me un-uncomfortable. I’m gonna just… s-set him aside.”

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Hi! Do you think you could do a Monster Prom fanfic about the main 6 being childhood friends with the reader and they tell them that they like the reader? Thank you sm and I hope you have a good day 🥺💙💙💙

(A/N): This was a very cute thing to write! Thank you so much for requesting, hun! <3 I hope you have a good day too!

Miranda Vanderbilt:

You stop eating the food Miranda just gave to you when you notice that she’s staring at you intently, her lips stretched out onto her cheeks as she holds her head from across the table. You suddenly can’t help but feel like something’s supposed to happen, like your imminent death, though that would surprise you since Miranda swore ten years ago that she would never harm you.

“So?” Her eyes light up after you gulp in your first bite. “What do you think?”

“Um…” You give out a nervous chuckle. “It’s good?”

“Good? That’s it?” Miranda gives out a pout. “But I worked so hard on it!”

“Worked-” You give out a gasp, your eyes looking between the food and your best friend. “Miranda, did you cook this yourself?”

“Well, yes!” A giggle comes out of her throat, her usual bubble of joy back. “This is a special day after all!”

You frown in confusion. “Special day?” 

“Aww, you don’t remember?” She flutters her eyelids at you. “It’s the anniversary of our first meeting!”

You blink a few times, then give out a wide smile. “We met in kindergarten fourteen years ago… I can’t believe you remember the exact same date!”

Her grin turns to a sweet smile as you take another bite of her food, which is surprisingly incredibly tasty. “Of course I remember. It’s the first day I start liking you.”

You almost choke on your bite, her expression turning to a worried one as you try to breathe. “Oh dear, are you okay, (Y/N)?”

“Y-You…” You clear your throat a few times, your cheeks warming up. “What do you mean by ‘liking’ me?”

“It means what it means, silly!” She gives out a giggle when she sees your face turn completely red, an ‘aww’ escaping her lips when you hide your face. “You’re just so cute! How could I not like you more than a friend?”

“But…” You shake your head, your lips turning into a nervous smile. “... why-”

“When I look at you, I see something I haven’t seen in a long time: A future.” She takes your hand in hers, your chest warming up when she looks into your eyes. “That is only if you want it, dear.”

You can’t help but smile sweetly at her. “A future with you is all I could ever ask for.”

Damien LaVey:

You were binge-watching horror movies with  Damien in your room when the prince of Hell suddenly decided to put the movie on pause, a very shocked look being sent his way while you try to chug down the mouthful of popcorn. 

“Damien!” You take a pause to gulp in the rest of your food, giving him a pout despite the worried frown you’re noticing on his expression. “What are you doing? They were about to slice the guy up with a chainsaw!”

“We need to talk.” 

You give out a snort, having never heard him say those words with that tone in your entire life. “Okay.”

“This isn’t a joke, (Y/N)!” You give out a confused frown when you see the frustration mixed with embarrassment on his features. “It’s something important.”

“... oh.” You put the bowl of popcorn away, turning your body to his to show that you’re giving him your full attention. “Well… what is it?”

“It’s just… I… I-” He takes a breath in, his red skin becoming darker as he speaks with a voice. “I love your face… and the stuff in it…. and around it.”

You blink multiple times, both from the shock and the confusion those words are giving you. “Huh?”

He gives out a groan, then rubs his forehead in embarrassment. “I’m saying I want to date you, dumbass.”

“You do?” Your lips stretch out into the largest grin he has ever seen you worn, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Well, isn’t that an interesting turn of events-”

“Just say if you want to date me or not.”

You give out a giggle at his annoyed expression, your grin turning to a warm smile. “Yeah… yeah, I’d like that.”

He couldn’t stop a genuine smile from forming on his lips.

Scott Howl:

You’ve been playing a friendly game of basketball in your backyard with Scott for half of an hour now and, frankly, you were getting worried. Normally, your best friend would be crushing you completely, but he hasn’t really tried to win anything and you’ve managed to get a few goals yourself. You could tell that something was bothering him, but you didn’t want to force it out of him, so instead you throw the ball towards him and he catches it.

“Alright, Scott.” He looks up at you with an unreadable expression, your head showing off the hoop. “How about you make some points, huh?”

He looks down at the basketball with embarrassment, the werewolf slightly moving it between his hands. “H-hey, (Y/N)? Can I tell you something?”

You lose your playful smile, a serious expression settling on your features. “Yeah, of course. Always.”

“So, the thing is-” He takes a small pause, his eyes looking everywhere but at you. -um… you know when we weren’t friends? But then, you know, we were friends? Are?”

You flutter your eyes for a moment, then tilt your head in confusion. “You mean when we were five?”

“Um… yeah? Yeah, so…” He looks into your eyes for a moment, looking down shyly. “What if I don’t want to be friends anymore?”

Something seems to punch you in the throat, your voice coming out as a squeal when you speak. “W-what?”

“Huh? Wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” He lets go of the basketball and reduces the large distance between you two, his hands moving frantically in front of him to try and erase his words while the basketball dribbles away. “I… I don’t wanna go back, I mean… it’s more like… I want to start… dating you?”

He gives out a yelp when you suddenly hit his shoulder with your fist, a frustrated pout on your lips while you blush. “You scared the crap out of me! I thought you hated me or something!”

“What-no, I love you!” He takes your hands in his, giving you his puppy eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you…”

“I know you didn’t…” You stay silent for a moment before you grin. “But I’ll only accept your apology if we go on a date.”

He blinks a few times in confusion, then gives out a gasp. “Wait, does that mean-”

“Yes, I also wanna date you, Scott.”

“Yes!” You give out a yelp when he suddenly crushes you into his arms, a loud laugh escaping his throat. “Oh, I’m so happy, you have no idea!”

You manage to smile despite the lack of air going into your lungs, just happy to finally be sharing a moment like this with him.

Liam De Lioncourt:

“Here.” You blink multiple times at the pair of tickets Liam is handing out to you while he’s scrolling through his phone. “I got this for you and me to go tonight.”

You don’t notice the blush creeping on his cheeks when your fingers touch his, your eyes going wide as soon as you read the words on the ticket. “Oooh, a (favorite kind of music) concert? We haven’t been to one of those in a hundred years!”

“Yeah, well… I know you like those, so-”

You give him a sweet smile. “Thanks, Liam. Oh! You know, I heard Polly liked this group-”

“We’re not inviting Polly.”

You frown at his tone, giving out a smile nonetheless. “I never said I wanted to invite Polly.”

“Good.” He gives you a small look before he turns his attention back to his phone, his cheeks seeming to puff up. “Because I don’t wanna invite anyone.”

“Why-”

“Don’t you get it?” He gives out a groan as he puts his phone onto the table, a frustrated look sent your way as the redness on his skin deepens. “I-I’ve tried to tell you, so many times, but it’s like you aren’t listening!”

“What-” You blink a few times, completely confused. “What do you mean? What are you trying to tell me-”

“I’m trying to say that we’re going on a date!” You stare shockingly at him while he goes back on his phone, frustration clearly settled on his features. “And if you invite other people, it’s not gonna be a date.”

“A… a date?” You blink multiple times, feeling your face warming up while your mind is still soaking in a bowl of confusion. “A real one? I thought you hated those-”

“I-don’t make me repeat myself!” He shyly looks back at you, clearly doing everything he can to suppress his usual mocking behavior. “You know how hard it is for me to embrace clichés…”

“Yeah… yeah, you do.” You both stay silent for a while after that, Liam anxiously scrolling through his Instagram feed while you watch him, then you give out a large grin. “I can’t wait to go on this date with you, though.”

His lips stretch out, his voice coming out as a whisper. “Me too.”

Polly Geist:

You and Polly have been reminiscing your shared human life all night, drinking and laughing at all the dumb things you’ve been doing ever since you accidentally died together. This after-life was a whole lot more fun than when you were alive, and you couldn’t be happier to share it with your very best friend.

Polly gives out a warm smile as she watches you laugh. You notice, slowly letting your laughter die into a chuckle. 

“Okay… what?” You continue to chuckle for a bit, not noticing her eyes sweetening. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“If I kissed you, would you punch me?”

Your laughter dies in your throat, your eyes staring back at her with a shocked smile. “W-what?”

“Because I want to kiss you, but not if you’re going to punch me.”

You open and close your mouth a few times, then give out a grin. “Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to risk it.”

She gives out a playful scoff. “Are you challenging me to kiss you now? Because I will do it.”

“Well, you’re still talking and I’m not being kissed, so-” You get cut off by her lips being pressed against yours, your lips stretching out onto your cheeks as soon as she parts away. “So? Did I punch you?”

“You did not.” Polly gives out a chuckle of her own. “So I guess we’re dating now.”

“Yeah…” Your eyes sweeten just as your heart warms up. “Yeah, we are.”

Vera Oberlin:

“So?” You let go of your straw to speak, turning your eyes towards a Vera typing text messages on her phone. “Who are you taking to prom?”

“I’m taking you.”

You give out a playful scoff at that, which makes her look up with the slightest hint of confusion in her eyes. “Okay, Vera… I know that we’ve been friends since kindergarten and, let’s face it, I’m awesome-” She rolls her eyes at your words, which only makes your lips stretch out even more. “-but you’re Vera Oberlin. You could literally go with prom with any one of these hot messes out there.”

“I’m taking you, (Y/N).” She continues to type on her phone, frustration slowly rising inside her soul. “End of discussion.”

“Okay, no-” You put her phone down, the gorgon woman giving you a glare that you easily ignore. “I know that no one has asked me to prom, but that doesn’t mean you have to take pity on me.”

“Oh, for fuck sake-” You open your mouth in shock at her words. “I’m taking you to the prom because I want to take you to the prom!”

“But…” You frown, utterly confused. “... why?”

“Why?” She squints her eyes at you, as if you just said the stupidest thing in the entire world. “Because I love you, okay?”

“What-”

“Listen to me.” She claps her hands at every word she says, making sure that you hear every single one of them. “I. Love. You.”

You give out a shocked scoff, not quite being able to say anything back.

“And like I said before…” She goes back to typing on her phone, still frustrated. “You’re going to be my date to the prom and you can’t say ‘no’.”

“... well, good.” You take a sip of your beverage, Vera frowning in surprise as she looks back at you. “Because I don’t wanna say ‘no’.”

She only gives you a small genuine smile as a response.