which is about prom

No one’s ever called me that

anonymous asked:
Can you do an imagine when your crush is the popular guy and you are more of the shy girl but he falls in love with you ? Not like the jock type of imagine just an average popular guy

You walk into school, with your friends. Your makeup and hair all done, and a mask on. You were wearing the prettiest dress you could find, you felt like such a princess. It was nice to dress up like this; it was prom. What movies made seem like the night of your life. Sadly, no one had asked you to prom, but you still had you friends. You hadn’t heard that c/n hadn’t asked someone to prom, which part of you were glad about. 

Even outside you could hear the loud music. Everyone was dancing, and as soon as you walked in, you found yourself searching for c/n. You find him dancing in the middle of the hall, and find yourself smiling at his wacky dance moves. It was cute, and it was the tiny things about him that made you like him. Though you were shy, and he was popular, you still hoped that there was chance for you to be together. 

The hall was big, but very crowded…and hot. After about an hour of dancing, and sweating, and shouting, you started to feel hotter, tired…like you need to rest for a second.

“GUYS, I’M GONNA GO GET SOME FRESH AIR!” you shout, over all the loud music. You squish out of the crowd. There was so much people. You could smell the sweat and everyone was just so close together. You find your way out, and feel the breeze of the cold air brush into your face, and it feels so good to finally be able to breath the fresh air. You knew that in a few minutes, you would start to feel cold. 

“Isn’t it crazy in there?” you hear a voice beside behind you, and immediately, you knew who it was; c/n. 

“Very,” you reply, trying your hardest to keep your cool. You look at him properly, you never got to see how he really looked. It was just you staring at him from across the room, and you were just to afraid to talk to him. He wore a mask that covered his whole face, but you could tell who he was. You wondered whether he felt the same way that you did. Did he feel nervous around you? Did he try to act cool around you? Did he search for you in the crowds? Did he even really know who you were? 

“You have pretty eyes,” he says, staring into your eyes. His compliment causes you to blush, and you reply with a quiet, “thank you.”

“I saw you out on the dance floor! You have some moves!” he says, “I never knew you could dance like that.”

“Thank you! I saw you out there, you have some…great moves,” you say, it was partly true. He was a bad dancer, yes. But you thought the way he danced was cute. 

“Don’t lie,” he laughs, I seriously can’t dance.”

“Ha, fine. You can’t, but I like the way you dance…it’s cute.”

He laughs again, “no one’s ever called me that.”

There is a moment of silence.

“[Y/n],” he knows you. The way he says your name sends shivers down your spine. 

“[C/n]?” you say with a grin.”

“You’re cool.” 

“No one’s ever called me that.”

He laughs, “Slow dances start soon…wanna be my partner?”

“Of course.” 


The loud upbeat music got very slow very quickly. You were dancing with c/n, he places a hand on your back, and stretches his hand out holding onto yours.

“Your a lot different than I expected,” he says.

“In what way?”

“You seemed very quiet, and shy I guess. You were kind of intimidating, I didn’t know how to impress you.”

“Impress me?” you ask, very confused.

“Yes, impress you. You’re different to other girls. I know everyone says that…but you really are. Your beautiful, smart and funny… I could keep talking about you for the rest of the day if I could.”

You didn’t know how to reply. What do you say to someone complimenting you like that? The only thing you could think of was giving him a kiss…so you did that. You kissed him. 

“No one’s ever kissed me like that,” he says as you seperate. 


Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1757

Warnings: kind of angsty

A/N: This is kind of based on my own prom (and how I wish it turned out). Long story short: I’ve liked a guy for four and a half years. He ended up taking another girl to prom. I had to sit next to this girl in AP Stat class for half a semester the year before and listen to her talk about how much she liked him every day. 

PS Thank you to @chibiakuma for suggesting I write about a masquerade prom (which is what my prom was)

You looked in the mirror as you sighed in awe. Your hair was absolutely perfect, and your makeup made you look like a movie star. The most amazing part of your ensemble was the long, gorgeous, white formal gown. It had a slightly poofy skirt, gold accents on the top, and four small slits along the waist.

“Oh my goodness! You look like an angel,” Wanda smiled from behind, pulling you out of your trance.

Giggling, you replied, “Yeah, for once I look like a proper, pretty girl.”

“No,” the woman shook her head. “You are always gorgeous, but right now you have confidence.”

“If that were true, then Nick would have noticed me by now…”

“[Y/N], you have had feelings for him for—what?—four years now? If he has not asked you out, he is an idiot. And you always say that he does not notice anything that is not some sort of weapon—the guy is freakily obsessed with those. You deserve someone who appreciates you and actually treats you like a lady.”

“He’s not an idiot…he’s actually really smart. He uses all of his brains to focus just on killing machines…” you pleaded.

“[Y/N], he is taking another girl to this promenade. Read my lips. He. Is. An. Idiot.” She rolled her eyes in response.

“You know what?” you said to your reflection. “I’m going to walk in there like a freaking goddess and make him regret not having asked me.”

As you stepped out of the limo that Tony had insisted you ride, you looked around you in amazement. The entire tower was lit up with colorful lights and flowers, and various heroes and agents milled about outside the doors in their formal ware.

Several weeks ago, while the Avengers were lounging around the TV, the topic of prom came up when Tony was recalling one of his many “exploits” with the cheer captain. Out of nowhere, everyone had begun to discuss their own experiences, or, for most of them, lack of experiences.

Natasha and Wanda grew up in foreign countries while Thor had been born on a completely separate planet, so they never had the opportunity. Steve admitted that his high school had one, but due to the Great Depression, it was not extravagant (or enjoyable since he did not have a date). Clint and Bruce never felt the need to attend.

You had the worst encounter of all, though: When you were a junior, one of the cute seniors in your Lit class had asked you. After your initial surprised reaction, you had readily agreed. On the day of the event, everything began as normal. He gave you a corsage, you took pictures together, and the two of you had a wonderful dinner. The problems began when you arrived at the prom itself which was located in the ballroom of a fancy hotel. Not ten minutes after you got there, your date had excused himself, saying that he was going to get a drink, but he never came back. When you looked around for him after thirty minutes of waiting, you found him running down the hall with another girl towards the hotel rooms.

You refused to attend your own senior prom after that.

Once you had finished your story, Tony had jumped up from his seat and declared that they were going to have a “Do-Over-Prom with a theme and everything” and that everyone had to attend or else not be allowed to watch movies in the common room for a month.

So there you were on that fateful night, shaking slightly from the nerves that raked your body. You were certainly excited that you could finally move past the embarrassment from your high school prom with this, but it was still slightly terrifying—especially when you thought about what tactics you would use to make Nick finally notice you.

Before you stepped foot through the doors, you tied your gorgeous golden metal mask around your head (Tony thought that a masquerade would be much more exciting than a simple ball setting).

“Do not be nervous. Just take a deep breath,” Wanda whispered from behind you.

With a nod, you entered the tower.

Even though you knew it was absolutely cheesy, you honestly felt like you were having your princess moment as you descended the grand staircase. You felt as if everyone’s eyes were on you in admiration, although they probably were not. You felt like this was the one moment that was the highlight of your life thus far.

Without meaning to, your eyes wander across the crowd, hoping to spot Nick. He was standing with his beautiful date who was being completely unfair and not wearing a mask. They were speaking to Tony, and you suddenly had a brilliant idea. You slowly sauntered over to the group, exaggeratedly swishing your hips.

“Tony!” you called out in a sing-song voice. “This party is absolutely amazing!”

The three people turned around to look at you. On the inside, you wanted to curl up into a little ball, but on the outside, you continued to show your confident face—or what could be seen of it behind the mask.

“Thanks, beautiful,” he smirked.

You threw a glance and small smirk towards Nick, who appeared to be trying to figure out who you were, before spinning around and sashaying away. You were hoping that he had noticed you and started to realize his mistake for not having asked you out before. It was a little seductive scheme you had seen in a movie once, so you hoped it would work.

Throughout the rest of the night, you could have sworn that the man kept looking over at you, which made you feel really great for some reason. At the same time, though, it was aggravating that you were spending your special night worrying over a stupid guy. Needing to talk it out with a sane person, you walked over to the bar next to Natasha, who you are only able to recognize by her gorgeous red hair.

“Hey, Nat,” you sighed as you sat up on the barstool next to her.

“[Y/N]. How are you?” she replied nonchalantly.

“Hold on,” you said in shock. “You recognize me?”

“Super spy,” she pointed at herself. “Plus, you showed me a picture of what you’d be wearing beforehand.”

You giggled when you remembered that you had.

“Anyways, what’s wrong with you?” she asked.

Resting your head on your hands you grumbled, “Boys are stupid.”

“That they are,” she smirked in understanding. “Is it Nick again?”

You only nodded, and she continued, “[Y/N], I totally get that sometimes you have feelings for someone that you wish you didn’t. It happens. Love sucks. But you deserve a man, not a boy like Nick.”

“Oh, and who would you suggest is a man?” you asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” Natasha slowly replied, “I’ve always kind of shipped you and Steve.”

“No way! He does not like me like that!” you said in shock.

There was an unreadable flicker in your friend’s eyes before she got up, and she told you that she was going to the restroom.

As you watched your friend walk away, your eyes fell on the most heart-breaking scene: Nick’s gorgeous date was pulling him by the arm towards a secluded broom closet while they both giggled.

It’s junior year all over again, you thought in dismay.

Not wanting anyone to see you cry, you immediately got up and looked for a place to hide. The balcony appeared to be unoccupied, so you decided that it was probably the best place to clear your head. Unfortunately, before long, you heard the door to the building open and shut, signaling an unwanted guest.

“[Y/N]?” a soft voice called.

In response, you turned to face the person while your form began to shiver. You were surprised by what you saw: it was Steve (you could clearly tell by his broad shoulders and beautiful blue eyes).

“How did you know it was me?” you shakily asked.

As he approached you, he sheepishly replied, “How could I not? You’re always the light of any room you enter. Anyways, why are you shivering? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just cold out here,” you lied.

He immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Because of his close proximity to you, he immediately saw the tears that were welling up in your eyes. Without saying a word, his hands reached behind your head and untied the ribbons of the mask on your face. When the metal piece was off, the super soldier’s eyes widened slightly at seeing your face.

You timidly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Um, nothing. Anyway, how has your prom been?” he quickly changed the subject.

“Not really the best,” you mumbled.

“Same here,” he replied. “Hey, if you want, we can go inside, and…uh…. dance….I mean, if you don’t want to, I understand. I just thought we could maybe make this a little more bearable…”

“You know what? That actually sounds great.”

Steve quickly walked ahead of you and held the door open as you went inside.

“Thank you. You’re such a gentleman,” you giggled.

On your way to the dance floor, though, you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

“[Y/N]! Hey! You look really great tonight. I did not recognize you with that mask on earlier,” Nick said.

You did not see his date anywhere nearby.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink or something from the bar. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

You looked over at Steve who gave you a small, encouraging smile, though you could see the clouds behind his eyes.

In a split second, you said something you never thought you would:

And with that, you grabbed the captain’s hand and continued to walk to the dance floor.

After dancing the rest of the night with Steve, you finally realized that the two of you were the only ones left.

“So,” he whispered, “was this prom better than the one from junior year?”

Before you could stop yourself, you reached up and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft and slow, and it felt like your lips were made for each other. When you finally pulled apart, you noticed Wanda and Natasha smirking at you out of the corner of your eye.

“This was so much better,” you finally answered him.