Imagine-your-crush One-shot(s)

Care to dance?

AUTHOR NOTES:

It's a Gala!AU. Hope you likeit ^u^

Guides:

(y/n)= your name

(c/n)= crush name

(e/c)= eye color

(f/c)= favorite color

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A (f/c) dress decorated her features, red chapped lips were painted gracefully in her face and deep (e/c) eyes remarked her unique beauty. She looked at her reflection one more time, checking how the chosed dress looked in her figure.

She pursed her lips teasingly, then sighed and only to be followed by a giggle. She smiled once more, and tugged a hair strand behind her ear. She admired the earrings she wore. Heck, she loved her entire outfit, from the makeup she chose to the pair of (f/c) high heels she was wearing. Even though her mother didn't agreed with it, she still couldn't give less of a fuck about her mother's opinion.

"Are you ready or not?" The voice of said person echoed through the bathroom.

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I'm going."

She took a last glance at her, the dress reached to the floor. It was like a princess dress. It was sleeveless and had small felt textures in the top. She wondered if it was an 'okay' dress. She shrugged and told herself it was perfectly fine.

(Timeskip to the party uvu)

Her mother was quite mad at her for wearing THE dress she didn't want her own daughter to wear.

"(y/n), it doesn't matter anymore." Her mother sighed annoyed and pinched her temple. "Just go say hello."

She agreed with a bored groan. There were a bunch of people to greet, and it was no fun at all. She had already said hello to the people she knew, just a few left, but she was with her guard down when she approached the next group.

(Reader P.O.V:)

"Oh, hello, (y/n)" Someone said, it was (c/n) mother. You were nervous in the inside somehow.

"Hi." You reply in an awkward tone and waving your hand awkwardly.

"I didn't know you were invited." She smiled. "Hold on a second- (c/n), come here say hello."

After she called her son over you started to become nervous about yourself. He appeared in the crowd, wearing a tuxedo. You would be lying if you said you didn't like it in him. His hair was just as he always wore it. Messy but tidy somehow. He walked towards you and his mother.

"Ah, hey, (y/n)." He said simply.

"Hey..." You reply.

You were too nervous to say something else that he had already left to where his other friends were. You could recognize some of them. They were mostly popular people from school, sometimes people like that bothered you.