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M!Crush x F!Reader: Sleepless Nights
WARNING(s): Nothing. Just some soft fluff.
You sighed at your boyfriend's seemingly neverending tossing and turning in your shared bed. It was honestly getting annoying at this point. Him not sleeping meant you weren't sleeping.
"C/N." you poked him.
"Whaaat?" he groaned, groggily rolling over to face you.
"I can't sleep." you said. "Your tossing and turning is keeping me up."
"Excuse me for trying to get comfortable."
You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. He was always grumpy when stricken with insomnia. You tried to sit upright, but were met with C/N pulling you into his bare chest and wrapping his arms around you.
"What are you doing?" you questioned.
"What? Am I not allowed to cuddle with my girl?"
You chuckled and nestled into him. His pecs were like pillows. You felt him peck the top of your head as he began to run his fingers through your hair, his other arm resting on your shoulders.
"I love you." he whispered, making you blush.
"I love you too." you smiled up at him, your cheeks the color of cherries.
He sweetly kissed your lips before you laid back down on his chest. Pretty soon you felt yourself starting to fall asleep. Perhaps you just needed a cuddle.
"Aw, are you falling asleep, sweetheart?" he continued to play with your hair.
"Mhm." you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open.
Your hum prompted a soft, breathy giggle out of C/N. His lips tapped your forehead as he started to rub your back. The sight of you falling asleep in his arms was simply precious to him. He wanted to cherish this moment forever. Soon enough, you were out.
"Sweet dreams, my love." his lips once again met your forehead.
Not long after, he fell asleep too. The two of you stayed like that until morning, when you woke up in each other's embrace.
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I’d Do Anything
“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.
“No problem,” he smirked.
Actually, it was a problem.
At least to you.
He’d taken a massive hit for you.
You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.
“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.
“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.
“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.
“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."
"Right..."
Silence.
“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”
“No no… Stay.”
Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.
“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”
“What’s your next class?”
“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”
“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.
"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?
"Maybe."
Mhm.
"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.
"Hm?"
He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.
"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."
"Oh... That's great to know."
Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!
Stupid.
"You really would?" you quirked.
"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.
"You're amazing."
He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.
You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.
"AH- I've been hit!"
"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.
"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."
He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.
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Kiss, Marry, Kill.
Summary: You go to a Halloween party where your crush happens to be, but something goes wrong.
Warnings: Foul language, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, and smoking. Probably 16+.
Class just let out, the bell signalling the end of the block and the end of the day for all students. It was Friday and Y/N was exhausted. Her studies have been keeping her busy and she had little to no down time lately. Her professors non the less didn’t care that she was swamped with homework so there was absolutely no use asking for help or even for extensions. They just wouldn’t understand her struggles.
Y/N met her closest friends, Maisie and Kat at her locker, eyeing the text in the group chat that read:
Y/N’s locker, pronto! - Kat
She started the route to her locker. The hallway was thinning as she passed students who just wanted to get home. Some were in costumes but most were too embarrassed to wear something so obvious. She could see the top of a witch hat in the distance and laughed. Kat loved to dress up. She was extremely talented in makeup and used halloween as a chance to show off her skills on a more extreme level. Y/N and Maisie on the other hand, followed suit with the rest of the school, opting more so on earrings or a pair of animal ears. As she approached her two best friends, she could pick out the almost sinister grins on their faces.
“What is with that look you two? What do you know that I don’t? Spill.” She said.
“Well… A little birdie told me you-know-who is gonna be at the party tonight!” Maisie answered first. Kat giggled, “we overheard in English, all his friends are going too!” She gave Maisie a glance.
“And why would that be a big deal?” Y/N teased.
“Oh come on! You’ve been in love with him forever! Don’t play dumb!”
“No I mean why would his friends be a big deal, yeah now i’m nervous, I didn’t think he would be there, I guess i’ve thought about it before but - NO MAISIE WHO IS IT NOW?” Y/N groaned. Maisie gave a small giggle. She has a tendency to move on to a different guy every month. First it was a senior that she had never talked to before, then it was a coworker at Save-on and you get the idea. Though apparently the cycle has never ended as long as Y/N knew her. Maisie definitely had a type and stuck to it. Tall, brunette, rich and into cars. Unfortunately school doesn’t have that many of the sort to choose from.
“Let me guess Maisie, is it Ryder?”
She faked a swoon, “Oh how did you guess so easily?”
“Girl, he drives a Beamer, of course you’re into him.”
“Ha. Fair point” She shrugged.
Y/N zoned out of the conversation. All she could think about was C/N and the possibilities of what tonight would hold. Sure they’ve talked a number of times and shared a few classes, but there was no way that he harboured the same feelings. She could daydream all she wanted about him and his fluffy hair, how strong he was or how smart he was, but what is the use if he wouldn’t do the same? He’s all a girl could ask for.
After gathering their belongings to take home for the weekend, the three friends walked to Maisie’s house to get ready for the party. The trio was extremely excited to show off their costume idea they had been brewing up for weeks. It was Kat’s idea: Kiss, Marry and Kill. Y/N was kiss, she wore a red skirt with a lace corset, red lipstick and eyeshadow (that Kat had to apply for her), a heart headband, and red lipstick marks on both cheeks, courtesy of Maisie. She looked like Valentine’s Day on the red carpet. Maisie was marry, short white dress and veil, bouquet of fireball shots on sticks, white gloves and a daring pair of heels. Kat was kill. She loved dressing in black. Her makeup was changed to black eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick. She wore a black strapless dress that was certainly not school appropriate. To finish it off she put fake blood along her neck to articulate a knife slash and tucked a fake plastic knife into the band of her dress. Each girl has their respective word on their chest in hopes people would understand to some degree of what they were going for.
After snapping a couple pictures for Insta later, and eating dinner, the girls hopped in a taxi to the party.
“Who’s house is it again?” Maisie questioned, booze already in hand.
“Cash. I texted him earlier, he has a bonfire outside. Fuck we forgot chairs!” Y/N laughed at Kat’s outburst.
The atmosphere wasn’t too cold for late October. The stars were out and the taxi passed tons of trick-or-treaters on the road. It was the perfect weather for Halloween night and the excitement only grew in Y/N’s core. She couldn’t wait to get drunk and maybe sneak a few glances at C/N. As the girls neared the party, the sound of music and partygoers could be heard and the giant bonfire blast a vibrant light against the trees surrounding the property. Y/N and her friends weren’t really dressed for a cold night, but the fire would suffice.
Thanking the taxi driver, the girls hopped out and walked down the long driveway. Y/N instantly regretted her choice of heels. When they arrived amidst the chaos, Y/N was immediately abandoned by her best friends for boys and drinks.
“Bitches.” She muttered under her breath. She found the drinks table and poured herself a cup. She grazed her eyes along the group of young people. Most were already hammered and dancing to the music. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted C/N. He was standing with his friends wearing a Toad costume. His bare chest was out for the world to see between the character’s vest and she could feel the heat coming to her cheeks. He had a mushroom hat on to finish the simple but cute costume. She would always be able to pick him out of a crowd. Y/N was interrupted in her thoughts by a figure clad in a Starbucks uniform.
“Hey Daniel, have you seen Kat anywhere?” She asked. Daniel slowly turned around, he was definitely drunk.
“Huh?” He managed to get out between sips. She took the cup away for a second.
“Kat? Where is she?”
“Oh hey Y/N what’s up bro, fuck I don’t know, probably over with Brad, heard they’ve been fucking. Can I have my drink back now? My song is playing.” He slurred.
“Every song is your song.” She laughed, handing his drink back.
Daniel walked towards the fire, leaving the girl alone again. She began looking for Brad. She knew he was one of C/N’s friends and she began to look for the group of boys again. Kat was so getting yelled at when they were both sober. She never talks about who she’s hooking up with! She quickly spotted C/N and his friends again, standing near the fire. Kat was there too, flirting with Brad in an obnoxious way.
“Bitch! Thanks for ditching me so soon!” Y/N greeted.
“Hey bitch! Sorry, Brad told me he brought me the good stuff!” She held up a lit joint, then passed it around the circle again. “You should join in!”
“Kat, you know I don’t smoke.”
“Fuck. Right. Sorry.”
“Y/N are you like cupid or something?” Austen, another friend of C/N’s looked her up and down.
“No i’m supposed to be kiss, as in like, kiss marry kill, you know?”
“Ha shit that’s clever! So are you just kissing whoever tonight or do I have to cut the line?” Austen gave her a flirty smile. Shit this was awkward, C/N was literally standing right there. She glanced at him slightly before answering.
“Uh, well no, ha ha. It’s just for the pun.”
“C’mon Y/N, you’re hot, I’m hot, it’s meant to be.” He leaned down over her, and man was he close to her face.
“And you’re tits look so good in that - hey!”
“She said no Austen, back off.” C/N stepped in, forcefully pushing Austen away from the girl and out of the circle. Y/N’s dropped her drink in surprise. A couple ‘ooh’s’ could be heard from the remainder of the group. The people nearby swarmed to see what the small commotion was about. Y/N’s cheeks burned. She didn’t enjoy being the centre of attention, but at least she wasn’t cold anymore.
“Fuck off dude, she’s free reign. I don’t see no fucking boyfriend around? Huh? Is it you pretty boy? Didn’t think so. Let me have her.” Austen moved back into the circle, glaring at C/N and glancing at Y/N again. He was so intoxicated it was scaring her. She didn’t know what to say so she moved to stand with Kat a few feet farther away.
“She said no man, leave her alone.” Ryan stepped in to help deescalate the situation. Grabbing his Austen’s shoulders and attempting to pull him towards a different area of the party. He was ashamed of his best friends behaviour.
“I just want a fucking kiss! Hey Y/N! Meet me behind the house and we can fuck too!”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, C/N punched Austen in the nose, knocking him to the ground. Stunned but not stopped, Austen stood up, wiped the blood from dripping into his mouth and punched C/N square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few feet. Ryan quickly jumped between the two.
“Enough you little shits. Austen go clean your fucking face you look hideous.”
Angry to the boiling point, Austen stormed off to the house to use the bathroom. C/N, winded slightly, sat in a chair near the fire to calm down. Suddenly Maisie appeared to join her best friends as the crowd dispersed.
“Oh my god, Y/N what happened? We’re you hurt, I didn’t think this would involve you! I thought it was just the boys being boys again! You poor thing!” Maisie got white girl drunk, but also acted like the mom friend she usually is.
“I’m fine Mais, really. It was C/N that got hit. Austen was not leaving me alone.”
“Oh my god you should like, totally thank him, in like, a different way, if you know what I mean!” She suggestively stated.
“Maisie now is not the time. Sorry Y/N, maybe that costume wasn’t so great after all.” Kat joined in, seemingly more sober than before.
“I’m fine guys. I’m gonna go find him now and see if he’s alright.” Y/N brushed it off, only focused on the one boy that always consumes her thoughts.
“Wear protection!” Maisie screamed over the sound of the music. Y/N shot her a menacing look. She found C/N in a chair at the backside of the fire, farthest away from where the quarrel occurred. Only a few people were around that area. As she approached, C/N looked up at her.
“Hi.” He said.
“Hi. Thank you for sticking up for me. I’m not good in those types of situations and I’m glad you were there to stop him, well, sort of. Are you okay?” She glanced at his chest and then to his eyes. A quick blush adorned her face once again.
“It was nothing I promise and I’m okay, he’s not that strong anyways. Are you okay?”
“Yes. Thank god though, I really didn’t want to kiss him.”
“Would you kiss me?”
Suddenly, the world stopped. Suddenly, there was no blasting music, or drunk people around her. Suddenly, there was no sense of hot or cold and all was forgotten about Austen. There was only her and C/N.
“What?” She breathed, mouth agape.
“Here come sit.” He patted his lap once while looking at her. She silently accepted, sitting on his lap facing him.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked politely. “I promise I’m not like that guy.”
Y/N nodded, too stunned to speak. C/N smiled down at her. He lifted her chin up with his hand and placed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt like she was on top of the moon. His lips were everything she imagined and more, but with a slight taste of the mango White Claw he was drinking previously. Holy shit this was happening. She placed her arms around his neck and silently prayed this wasn’t a dream. The kiss only broke when air was needed again. Her hands found his bare chest.
“See? I’m much more classy. A chair rather than behind a house!” He grinned, forehead against her forehead. Y/N gave him a joking slap.
“Don’t put that idea in my head again!” She laughed. C/N gave her another peck before leaning into her ear. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Y/N blushed instantly.
“Thanks. Your costume is pretty cute too.” She replied.
“Had to get your attention somehow, but it happened another way instead.”
“Let’s go get another drink.” She smiled at him. She got up and C/N followed her through to the group where Y/N stopped for a moment.
“I’m not sure Kat, I think this costume was the perfect choice.” She looked at her best friend, then at C/N and smiled. She grabbed his hand and led him to the drinks table to enjoy the rest of the night together.
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〈 fem!crush x gn!reader 〉
♡ imagine being in a play/musical with your crush where you both play eachother's love interest...
...and since you both play side characters with very little known about them in the actual play/musical, you take it upon yourselves to come up with backstories and traits for them
⠀[ c/n = crush's name ]
⠀[ c/ch = crush's character's name ]
⠀[ y/ch = your character's name ]
note : fem!crush - the character your crush plays is implied masc
"Okay so, they met through... who was it again?" C/n lets out a laugh as she looks at you questioningly, having completely forgot about a pretty integral part of the 'lore' you two had been coming up with for your characters.
You can't help but join her in her giggling, before you answer, "C/ch's best friend!" You watch with an amused expression as realisation splashes over her face.
You lean to rest your head on her shoulder, scooting closer on the stairs that you're both sat one.
"Wait- who do we think proposed?" She asks as you lift your head and squint your eyes in thought.
"Honestly? Y/ch, but C/ch totally tells most people that he did."
She lets out another laugh, "You're so right."
Your giggling session is interrupted by the director calling out for the cast to come back into the theatre, signalling the end of your brainstorming session.
C/n jumps up from where she sits, but before you get a chance to join her, she reaches out her hand to you, "My love?" she asks in her character accent.
Your heart lights up and your smile grows as you put on your own character's voice and answer, "Of course," before reaching for her hand.
You let her pull you up from where you sit, but not before surprising her by snaking your hand around to circle her waist, pulling her close to your side as you keep your character façade on.
You notice her brain stop for a moment and her eyes flicker anywhere but yours first, but the moment of shock is gone even faster than it came, and she grins at you, neither of you trying to contain your joy anymore.
"That is definitely something Y/ch would do."
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Gender Specific Micro-imagines
Female crush
Playing with her hair/hands idly while you two hang out and talk
Noticing how cute/dainty/elegant her feet are when you see her wearing strappy sandals or going barefoot
Catching her in a super giggly mood and seeing how cute and silly she is
(If you’re also a girl) going to the bathroom with her and asking her for a pad, and she makes sure you have, not just a pad, but any Midol/pain medicine you need, and brings you a chocolate bar at lunch.
Going to/spending the night at her house and seeing all her cute plushies and decorations in her room
Male Crush
Being able to talk a lot more sensitive/emotional stuff with him, and he doesn’t shut down or get uncomfortable.
Him noticing you trip and catching you by your arm/waist and pulling you close to his chest so you don’t fall
Helping him tie a necktie (and bonus points for imagining him in a nice suit)
Him teaching YOU how to tie a necktie. (With lots of hand holding)
Noticing little bits of stubble on his face that he missed the last time he shaved.
Gender Neutral Micro-Imagines
Cuddling and eating ice cream together on the couch while you watch a movie after a bad day
Watching as they walk into the sunlight and seeing how the sun brings out all the different shades in their eyes
Noticing that they talk to you all the time, and then when you’re not around or busy, they seem to talk to your friends more than they used to
(If you’re the same gender) both of you being comfortable enough to change clothes around each other.
Them noticing you getting overwhelmed/upset/anxious/annoyed and helping you get out of the situation, even if just for a few minutes, so you can breathe.
Singing cute songs together in the car
Sorry. My mind went blank on boy-specific things (even though I’m attracted to boys too…) feel free to add to this!
💕🐰 Bunny
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imagine your f/o picking you up for prom. they stand at the base of the stairs, engaging in general conversation with your family as they wait for you to get ready. after a few minutes, the sound of your bedroom door opening can be heard and you start making your way down the stairs. you catch a glimpse of your f/o and feel your breath catch in your throat slightly at how beautiful they look. this is your first time seeing them in such formal attire (and vice-versa) and you love how well it suits them. as you enter full view, a smile crawls up your f/o's cheeks and they admire how gorgeous you look. they sigh lovingly and mutter a quiet "wow," as your gazes meet.
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request #1: trickery
(redhead!superpowered!reader x male!crush)
(context: a school split into classes by whether or not students have powers)
(y/n = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, c/n = crush name, c/n/n = crush nickname, b/f/n = best friend's name, b/c/n = bestie's crush name)
You perked up as you heard the tell-tale shouts of your favorite (c/h/c). “Yo, bro! Where were you? I’ve been waiting a while!” you shout to him.
The boy in question, began shouting at you, making a girl near you frown.
”I’VE BEEN GETTING READY FOR CLASS! WHAT ELSE, SHITTY HAIR?!” (c/n) shouted, his volume gaining glares that were quickly quelled as they saw who it was. Although (c/n) wasn’t powered, his fighting prowess was one rivaled by few of the students in the higher classes. It was one of the many things you admired about (c/n), but you'd never mention it out loud.
“Alright, bro, calm down! Anyway, I was wondering, how do you think you’ll do on Michaelson’s test? The one that’s today?” you asked, laughing internally as you recognized (b/f/n)'s trademark expression of shock.
“(y/n/n)!” your best friend whined, as the illusion wore off. “How do you always know? I even got that one Class 1 kid to disguise me this time!” He pointed to the student hiding behind one of the trees.
“Bro, it’s because (c/n)- Hell only ever calls me Shitty Hair when my roots are visible, and he helped me dye my hair last night instead of studying.” The girl's frown deepened at this; you deserved better than that stupid, rude, blonde!
“Gotta remember these small details,” (b/f/n) muttered. He froze, then slowly turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you almost call Hell by his first name?” they asked. The girl gasped behind the book she was holding to hide her staring. You would never! The two of you were-
“What? Me? No, never! I don’t- I couldn’t- what’s Hell’s first name anyway?” you spluttered out as your ears turned red as your hair. “Oh, that’s so convincing,” (b/f/n) teased, drawing out their words to fully convey the sarcasm. “I’m absolutely convinced.” The girl huffed, annoyed at how that stupid blonde had corrupted her (Y/N)!
You flushed even redder, but you suddenly remembered (b/f/n)'s reaction to that purple-haired mini Michaelson from Class 1. “Oh, so just because I almost called my bro by his first name, we forget all about (b/c/n)?” Your best friend's blush outdid yours as the memory of the time (b/c/n) had…. come to their room… came to mind. “Shut up! At least I don’t have a crush on someone who insults everyone and everything in sight!” The girl's fingers flared up with fire at her anger, scorching her book. Not only had that (c/h/c) corrupted you, but that stupid criminal-powered boy had corrupted your best friend!
The real (c/n) fell out of the same tree (b/f/n) had gestured to earlier, crashing to the ground loudly enough to draw the two students' attention. He stood up, dusting off the leaves and other plants stuck onto his shirt. You and (b/f/n) just stared at their explosive friend. (b/c/n) passed the three of them, almost feeling the tension between you and (c/n). He decided to grab (b/f/n) as he went, getting the feeling that they might mess with your and (c/n)'s… relationship. Celeste glared at (b/c/n) and (c/n), not that either boy cared.
You didn’t notice that (b/c/n) had dragged (b/f/n) away (“(b/c/n)! I wanna see what happens! Wait!”) and instead continued to stare at (c/n)- or rather, his ripped jeans. The jeans outlined the physique usually hidden under baggier clothes. (c/n) also stared at you and the (overly tight, godDAMN who made you wear that) tshirt you were wearing. (It was your go between, Kira, but (c/n) didn’t need to know that.) Eventually, a small cough broke the two of you out of your reverie, neither of you noticing that there was no one around to have done it. The girl fumed even more at your staring.
“Um. Hey, (c/n/n), w-what's up?” you asked, looking away as you hooked your hand around the back of your neck. The girl had burned her book to ashes by now, absolutely furious at (c/n) for trying to steal you away.
(c/n) wasted no time, getting straight to the point. “OI, STUPID ROCK, YOU NEVER SAID YOU LIKED ME! WHY NOT?!” he shouted, ears and cheeks rivaling your hair. The girl was scowling, burning the grass under her hands as she saw (c/n) yell at her beautiful redhead. You powered up your legs, bracing yourself for what you saw as the inevitable fallout of this conversation. You decided to come clean.
“Because I was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Your honesty shocked (c/n) a bit, but he stomped forward anyway. Celeste gasped again at his audacity. Grabbing you by the shoulders, (c/n) shook you. Celeste bolted up at their proximity, beginning to make her way towards the pair as you continued to look anywhere but at (c/n), frustrating the blonde. “Ay, bro!” he shouted. “Look at me, you damn nerd!”
You glanced up, looking back down almost immediately. Celeste hummed to herself in joy; you weren’t looking at him so you could buy time for her to get to them! Tyler shook you again, a bit more gently. “Yo, bro! Bro?!” (c/n) tried. When he got no response, he pulled his trump card. Contrary to the popular belief, he knew the names of everyone in Class 1 and Gen Ed. (c/n) took a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction to his next few words.
“Hey, (y/n/n)? Can you look at me, please?” (c/n) asked softly. Your head snapped up, almost whacking (c/n) in the face. Your blush was now very prominent, making the girl even angrier. What was it with that stupid, stupid (c/h/c)? Couldn’t he see that you were feeling harassed?
(c/n) sighed, pulling you to the cover of the trees. You shivered a bit as the taller boy’s breath brushed your cheek. “You know you can call me (c/n/n), or any nickname? And that I like you?” (c/n) whispered to you. “O-of course! I know that!” you responded a beat too quickly, stumbling over your words.
Tyler leaned even closer. The girl was riled now, fingers blazing with her hellfire (again, not that either of you noticed).
“It doesn’t seem like that,” (c/n) whispered. Your knees were so weak you nearly dropped from how close (c/n) was; you could smell the other boy’s cologne, almost drunk on the smell and the proximity. Were you dreaming? “And… and why not?” you whispered back, not wanting to break this or, if it was a dream, wake yourself. The girl was almost there now, and she saw you respond. Her fingers flared even higher- (c/n) wouldn’t win you! You were hers!
”Because,” (c/n) responded. “Your heart is beating like crazy,” (c/n) whispered as he leaned close enough for you to close the gap. “I’m not in love with you!” you whispered. (c/n) laughed. “Why wouldn't you be?”
“Ah- no- no reason.”
(c/n) closed the gap himself, tangling his tattooed fingers into your red hair he had helped dye last night. He lingered there for a few seconds, enough for you to react, closing your eyes and pressing yourself as close as you could. “Damn, bro, you’re a good kisser,” you chuckled, breaking the moment.
“Hey- hey, we were just kissing. You can’t kiss me and then call me bro, dumbass,” protested (c/n), the blush on his face not quite gone yet.
“What does that make us, then?” you asked. “And what about (b/f/n)?”
“Boyfriends, a couple, whatever you want, dumbass,” (c/n) responded, pulling you impossibly closer. “And don’t worry about (b/f/n). Haven’t you see him with that other Class 1 kid?”
Celeste shouted as she shoved (c/n) away from you- or at least, tried to. (c/n) just pulled you down with him, growling at the random girl that neither of you had ever seen before. “OI, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, HUH? WHADDYA THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” (c/n) shouted at the girl.
”I’m Celeste, (y/n)'s future girlfriend! Right, (y/n)?” the girl squealed. You stared at her, annoyance rippling across your face before you settled into confusion.
“I have no idea who you are,” you said, still on the ground- or rather, (c/n). Celeste responded, trying to pull you out of (c/n)'s grip. “But I saw you at the Student Festival! You saved me from falling! We’re meant to be!” Celeste squealed, her voice scratching at both of your ears.
(c/n) simply stood up, pulling you up with the arm still wrapped around your waist. “I suggest you stand back,” he said, wrapping his hand into a fist and displaying the iconic tattoos that almost all of Class 1 feared. It almost worked, but the girl turned around at the last second.
”You and that purple-haired boy with the villain’s power!” she screamed. “You corrupted (y/n)! Now (y/n)'s not right! Look, (y/n)'s still feeling harassed!” she continued, garnering the attention of the few students still out on the square (but she didn’t notice that they were all snickering at her stupidity). “And that (b/c/n) kid, he made (b/f/n) a freak too! Come on, (y/n), let’s go!” she cried, grabbing your hand. You pulled out of her hold easily, dropping any pretense of politeness.
“If you ever,” you said, powering up and stepping towards the girl, who squeaked, “and I mean ever, insult me or my friends ever again. You will regret it,” you threatened, enjoying the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Now leave.” (c/n) smirked at the girl from behind your back.
As the girl scurried off, you turned to (c/n), who wolf-whistled. A light brush dusted your cheeks as Tyler smirked. “Damn, (y/n/n)," he remarked, "that was hot. Didn’t know you could do that.”
Everyone else on the university’s campus watched through the windows, dumbstruck, as the school’s resident asshole and idiot stared at each other, paying no heed to the late bell or the levitating hair of the infamous Mr. Michaelson.
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{Previously; And you think to yourself ‘why the fuck are they here?!?’. They look almost just as shocked as you feel. They walk towards you and smirk as they say, “Hey…how are ya?” A vast wave of confusion hits you as you ask, “why did you ask to come up here?” They shift on their feet and veer their eyes to the floor seeming embarrassed as they answer, “well, I wanted to tel you something…” they struggle to continue speaking, “I, just, I” they hold hold a short pause then continue “I, really like you?” When they finish you stand there dumbfounded and all you can do is blink. They cut the silence short with, “Please say something?” Again the air is filled with silence until you break it, "I, I don't...can you give me some time They mumble a quiet ‘okay’ and you walk away quickly.}
~C/n's POV~
I walk up to Brandon after Y/n leaves and push him against the closest wall and berate him, "What the fuck, man? Why?" He shoves me backwards and responds with his voice full of exasperation "Because 'bro' i've liked her for fucking years and now all of a sudden you think you're going to pull some bullshit valentines day surprise out of your ass and take my shot from me? i don't think so."
"oh bullshit Brandon. you've hated her ever since you met her don't start with the fanfiction bullshit of 'ive loved her all along' yea right." i reproach him with a light shove and walk away to find Y/n to clear things up.
(a/n i am soo sorry that this is so short its to hopefully tide you over until my schooling starts and i have my muse back to help me)
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I know it’s sad but I clean my room with the hope maybe I can share it with you one day 😌🤍
#crushcore#feelings#fluff#crushing#relationship#loner life#my love#lovely#crush x reader#crush imagine#one sided crush#crush#cuteness
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Crush scenarios 💓✨🥰
Hello!!! Time for some crush scenarios!!! If anyone wants me to write any crush scenario for them, I’m here!!!
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so yall know there's this 3rd grade typa game thing everyone plays....Flames.....lol so uhmm i tried it w my crush's 2 names(name + nickname) and it turns out to be enemy:(....
but!!!!, Yk there's smth called enemies to lovers 🤪
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M!Crush x F!Reader: Pillow (NSFW)
THEME: Fluffy Smut
WARNING(s): Vibrator, Fingering, Assisted Masturbation, Blowjob, Cum
It was a nice, quiet, lazy afternoon. Cuddled up to your boyfriend on your bed, you felt safe in his arms. Every so often, he would put a soft kiss on your cheek or your temple. He had never been in your bedroom before. You'd only been dating him for a few months, and most of the time spent together was either out on dates or at his place.
"I love you, baby." he kissed your cheek.
"I love you too." you smiled.
He attached his lips to yours. You could feel how much he loved you through the kiss. He suddenly broke away just as the kiss was beginning to deepen, noticing a lump touching his lower back.
"What the hell am I sitting on?" he asked under his breath.
He reached under your pillow for what the lump he sat on could possibly be. He pulled a purple object out, his eyes widening as he realized what it was.
"Whoa." he tried to stifle a laugh.
It was your vibrator. You forgot you had hidden it under your pillow. With your face now beet red from embarrassment, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. Sure, you loved him, but your relationship wasn't at that stage yet.
"Damn, baby." he fiddled with the buttons on your toy. "I uh...I didn't know you had something like this."
"I mean it's...um...yeah...it's my vibrator." you were mortified.
C/N could see how red-faced you were. He was trying his best to not make the situation awkward. Or at least more awkward than it already was.
"Don't be embarrassed, my love." he kissed the top of your head. "It's okay. I jerk off too."
Your shame lessened at his attempt to comfort you. He still had your toy in his hand. He was clearly picturing you using it. You two had never seen each other naked, let alone have sex. You didn't even know if he was a virgin or not.
"Ya know..." he looked at you intently. "the thought of you using this thing is getting me kinda worked up, babe. What if I used it on you?"
You didn't know what to say. He was so...forward. Not that you were put off by it. In fact, you were a little worked up, as well.
"Um...okay." you shyly obliged.
Your boyfriend smiled, once again attaching his lips to yours. The way he slid his tongue in your mouth was angelic. He was being so gentle with you as his hands messed with the zipper of your jeans.
"You okay with this?" he asked you, making sure you were comfortable.
You nodded as he pulled your jeans off of your body and tossed them on the floor, stripping his shirt off as he did so. He was so muscular, so handsome. He leaned down to kiss your thighs as he pulled off your panties, tossing them into the same pile as his shirt and your jeans.
"Wow," he smirked, running his fingers up and down your heat. "you're so wet, baby."
It felt like roses when his fingers brushed against your clit. You let out a quiet moan, which was melodious to him. He placed the toy on your clit and turned it on. There it was, that familiar feeling. You hadn't masturbated in a minute, well over a week, and you kind of missed the feeling. You'd never had someone else use your toy on you, though. It was strange, but in an exciting way. C/N watched your face as he held your vibrator to your heat, listening to every moan, every breath, and every whimper that escaped your lips.
"Does that feel good, darling?"
"Mmmm yes!"
You could see him starting to grow in his pants. You couldn't help but be excited to see what it looked like once it was fully erect. He was so focused on you and making you feel good that he wasn't even thinking about how hard he was getting. As the toy continued to stimulate your clit, you saw him lick his index and middle finger out of the corner of your eye.
"Are you okay with me going in with my fingers?" he asked.
You nodded, still lost in the pleasure. He very slowly stuck his two fingers in, immediately noticing how tight you were.
"Ooh," his eyebrow raised. "you didn't tell me you were a virgin, baby. Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
The feeling of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you hurt a little, but you didn't care. You were already experiencing so much pleasure, so what was a little bit of pain to go with it? Still, he was being so careful with you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, and he was enjoying it a lot.
"Fuckkkk!" you breathed.
A short while later, you were almost at your high. You felt like you were losing control, your walls clenching around your boyfriend's fingers as your toes curled.
"Ohhh C/NNNN..." you moaned. "I'm cumming!"
"Let go, baby." he whispered. "Cum for me."
And then, there it was. It felt magical. You whimpered as you climaxed, your body twitching from the pleasure. C/N turned off the vibrator and licked his fingers again, winking at you as he did so.
"Mmm," he purred. "so sweet."
You leaned back into your boyfriend as you gave your heartbeat a minute to slow down. He put another kiss atop your head. Dang, maybe him finding your toy wasn't such a bad thing after all. But the boner he had was a mean one. You palmed at his crotch, feeling how solid he was through the fabric of his pants.
"Fuck, baby." he softly said. "My dick is so hard."
Without saying another word, you attacked his neck with your mouth, leaving dark love bites all over him. It caught him off guard, but he loved it.
"Babe!" he laughed as you kissed down his body. "I'm gonna be covered in hickeys!"
With your head at eye level with his crotch, you unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was a nice, pretty cock, definitely on the bigger side. After giving it a couple big strokes, you closed your mouth around his tip and sucked on it.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, running his fingers through your hair. "that feels amazing."
You took your time, gradually building on the pleasure for him. You slowly took more of him in your mouth, until your lips were touching the base of his cock and his tip was grazing the back of your throat.
"God..." he panted as you started to bob your head up and down.
You had never done this before, but he seemed to like what you were doing, so you assumed you were doing a good job? He was perfectly happy to wait until you were ready for him to be inside you, which you currently weren't. But for now, helping each other get off like this felt like the right thing to do.
"Fuck..." he grunted under his breath. "Baby, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."
What you heard was "keep going". He leaned his head back and led out another deep moan. With your hand, you played with his balls, which he loved. He was on another planet altogether right now.
"Jesus fuck, baby." he breathed. "How are you so fucking good at this?"
Minutes later, his moans and grunts became more animalistic. He did not at all want you to stop what you were doing.
"I'm gonna cum, baby." he said between breaths. "I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth."
As he pulsated in your mouth, he finally reached his high with a series of deep grunts. You lapped up his sweet cum with your tongue and swallowed it. His eyes were glazed over. He must've really enjoyed that.
"Holy shit." he came down from his orgasm. "That was so good, babygirl. I love you so much."
"I love you too, C/N."
You nestled into him and rested your head on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat slowing down as he held you tightly to his body. He kissed your forehead and began to play with your hair.
"I can only imagine what it will feel like once we have sex for real, Y/N." he said. "I bet it's gonna be incredible. But for now, my love, I'm happy to wait until you're ready."
You looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the lips. You didn't know how long it would be until you were ready to have sex with him, but if it was going to be anything like what just happened, you knew it was going to be something special.
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imagine him giving you this really big hug after not seeing you for a while. he’s shaking a little, he’s missed you so much. he’s definitely gotten taller since you last saw him, but he’s still a big softie to you. his grip is tight around your waist, you’d never expected him to hold you like this.
“you’re suffocating me.” you choke out.
“s-sorry,” he grins and scratches the back of his neck as he backs away.
“well, i missed you too.”
he’s blushin’ now, admiring how much you’ve changed since he last saw you.
in his mind he knows you are perfect for him.
he knows you are the girl he‘s gonna marry.
no doubt about it.
it hasn't happened yet, but he knows.
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Stayed gone but vox narrates his passive aggressive insecure ass scrolling text from the bottom of his broadcast 👊💥📺
#plus what definitely canonically happened when this very important breaking news interrupted tv#are we sure this guy is allowed to be an overlord#imagining the audience just trying to enjoy their shows and then BOOM TV MAN AND HIS GAY INSECURITIES#your pitch crush is showing#radiostatic#i fell for the fucking tv#vox#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel#hazbin art#hazbin alastor#hazbin vox#alastor#katie killjoy#my art
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zuko is already a hilarious character but he becomes even funnier if you give him a crush on sokka
#like he’s already so dramatic#imagine him with a crush on not just a boy#but SOKKA#his grandfather literally invented homophobia#zukka#zuko#sokka#avatar the last airbender#atla#avatar
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need someone older.
(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)
summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.
c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal
being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.
thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.
when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.
you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.
"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.
"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.
"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.
his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.
and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.
"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.
"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"
"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.
"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.
"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.
"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.
"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.
"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.
"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.
"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."
"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.
"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.
you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"
he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.
"keep it." he said once you took the ring
"but- s-sir, i-"
"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.
he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.
"i hope you know what that means."
"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.
"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."
#coriolanus snow x reader#young coriolanus snow#young president snow#tbosas smut#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#x reader#teacher crush#teacher x student#dark!coriolanus snow
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