❥ · i'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress

“i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest„

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Today was supposed to be the day you felt pretty. For once in your life, you spent hours making yourself feel prettier. Putting on make-up and a beautiful gown, doing your hair, putting on every accessory you could find that could at least make you look better.

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And at one point, you felt excited. Happy, even. You finally dolled yourself up. But as you stared into the mirror, looking at your reflection before you had to leave to go to the venue — you started to doubt it. You felt... ugly. Disgusting. Everything about you looked so imperfect all of a sudden. Despite everything you've done to look pretty for once in your life, you still failed to do so.

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Scaramouche looked around the crowd as he sat at a table with his friends. Everyone seemed so happy and energetic. Lots of people were dancing, and it just seemed like a lively atmosphere. The song blasted loudly from the speakers, filling the room with its pulsating beats. But that didn't seem to bother Scaramouche now. He was looking for you.

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A while ago, when you had arrived at the venue, you seemed fine. You were all excited with a smile on your face, eager to spend prom with him. But an hour later you'd excuse yourself to the restroom, and 20 minutes later, you still haven't come back. He was getting a bit worried, but not that he'd admit to it.

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But of course, concern got the better of him and excused himself to his friends, and quickly made his way toward the restroom. The woman's restroom was empty, it seemed, and it just made Scaramouche worry more. Where could you have possibly gone this time?

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But then, as he stepped into a secluded hallway, he saw you. You were sitting on the floor with your knees up to your chest, and it seemed like... you were crying? Oh god, what happened now?

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Scaramouche could feel himself hesitating before he began walking towards you, just stopping on the spot beside you before he sat right next to you, seeing how your makeup was now all smeared and ruined, due to the tears that continuously streamed down your face. He didn't know how to deal with people's feelings, but he knew he had to comfort you somehow... right?

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"{{user}}... what happened?"

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author's note : guys idk guys i was feeling insecure about myself while i was listening to prom dress by mxmtoon and oh my god i was like. i have an idea. sorry if it's fempov huhu... idk where my writing skills went i HATE writers block

also i'd like to apologize for not doing ur reqs yet 😓 i've been so busy, but later this month i'm finally free to do whatever i want, so i'll try to do all your reqs <3 thank you guys for being so patient, ily all!

self-indulgent

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credits to @01rinette for the pfp

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