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.

M!Crush x NB!Reader

Warning(s): None

(This is just a draft, so please tell me your thoughts and if I should continue to make this a small story)

It wasn't new for your school to get transfer students all throughout the year. In your opinion; too many people have transferred there. About twenty new students had arrived this year at least that's what you counted; there could be more. Almost everyday there was a new kid; today was no different.

You were sitting in your first hour class when a guy, you had never seen before, walked into the classroom. The teacher introduced him as (C/n). You had to admit, the guy was cute. Unfortunately, just being cute wouldn't stop you from distancing yourself from him; you were an introvert after all, but then the teacher sat him down right next to you, so you had to deal with him for now.

A few minutes passed as the teacher proceeded to do their job. You saw a piece of paper slide onto your desk, and you turned to see who it was from. It was from the new kid, what was his name? (C/n)? Yeah, that might be right. You quirked an eyebrow at him. Is he serious? He had to use the most cliche way to get your attention. When he saw your expression; he sent you the cutest smile that you had ever seen in your life. The only thought on your mind was, 'Stop being so cute, idiot.'

(Please give me some feedback on this I've been procrastinating with this for months)

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.

Unexpected surprise

Crush x reader (you guys like each other, a lot)

Genre: fluff & spice. mostly spice

Warnings: suggestive

Key: B/B/F: Boy bestfriend

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‘Riiinnngg‘

The bell rang as you quickly packed your bag and went to your locker. 

“Y/N.“ Your B/B/F said as he walked towards you and placed his bag in his locker.

“Hi, math was so hard today I am going to fail my test.“ You said, as you pulled your hoodie off and shoved it in your locker, then slamming the door shut. 

“Yeah, what are you gonna get for lunch?“

“Hmm, I’m not sure, I plan to go down for a walk first.“

B/B/F nodded and closed his locker door. “I’ll go and take a walk with you.”

“Really? Okay.“ 

You both walked down the halls and once you reached the staircase, you quickly turned, pulled your eye down and stuck out your tongue, “Race you down!!!”

B/B/F sighed and did not increase in his pace. 

You knew he wasn’t going to chase after you, but you still happily skipped down the stairs, and turned around the corner just to open the door-

‘Bam’

You felt as something slammed in front of you, and before you knew it your back was up against the wall.

You opened your eyes to see C/N, with his left hand on the wall right next to your head, pinning you down. 

“C-C/N?“ Your face was red, not expecting to see your crush today, especially not with him this close to you.

His breath was tingling your skin as he panted, his dark pupils staring right into you, face pink.

“I can’t do this anymore,“ he muttered, and his lips planted on yours.

His rosy, soft lips were on yours, stealing your first kiss. After processing what happened you fluttered your eyes, and slowly, but surely kissed him back. You felt as his lips were pushed against yours, not once letting you go. 

His other hand slowly moved towards your hips, sliding from your shoulders, chest and finally to your waist, planting his firm grip on your side. Your hands automatically went to his hair, ruffling his fluffy dark locks. 

You felt his body pushing onto you, placing more force onto your body. His hand sneakily lifted your shirt up, his cold fingers leaving a touch you’ll never forget. Your mouth opened slightly, by surprise and his hot, wet tongue slithered into your mouth, exploring every inch. Your tongue happily swirled around his, both of you getting hotter and hotter by the second. 

You felt yourself sweating, due to the steaminess this situation has gotten. His hand moved from the wall to your face, gently cupping your cheek, your face heating up even more. His knee pushed in between your legs, while his hands explored further up your shirt, his whole hand squeezing your waist. 

“C-C/N. A-hh Mmm-“

You whimpered under him, who had full control over you. 

“I didn’t know you liked me this much Y/N~“ He panted, 

“I didn’t know you liked me at all.“ You whispered, pushing your head in his chest. 

“I love you.“

You looked up to him, your eyes getting wet.

“I love you too.“

“Damn.“ You hear someone say.

You and C/N quickly turned your heads towards the voice, and you see B/B/F holding his phone, recording the two of you. 

“That was cute.“ He commented.

“H- how long were you h- here?“ You panted, running out of breath.

“Since you two started touching each other. Let me show this to everyone- haha~“ 

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Hoped you liked it!! It wasn’t a long one, but it’s pretty cute imo <3 It’s been a while hahahaa follow for more~

~ Lily

Mornings

One of his arms finds its way tucked across your waist and into the sheets below, and you relish the feeling of his stubble rubbing against your neck a little; the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his freckled hands in comparison to the coolness of the sheets and how he looks more at peace without his glasses on. 

Eventually, morning would come. His nose would be tangled in your hair, and his arms still wrapped around your waist protectively; the sun peaking through the impossible slits in the blinds.

Your legs are intertwined with his, your body rising and falling in time with his breaths as you lay on his chest. 

His arm is loosely slung across your body, keeping you close to him while both of you were asleep after a late night together.

You wake up to the pitter patter of light rain and the cool breeze that flows into the room through the open window you both forgot to close before falling asleep.

Waking up before him, you gently shuffle your body out of his grip, softly landing on the floor without a thud to let him sleep a few more minutes and headed off to the kitchen

You bring back two hot cups of coffee that were steaming in the slightly cool atmosphere the still open window created in the bedroom

You walk over to his side of the bed and set both cups down on the side table, crouching to meet his sleeping form at eye-level

Even though you can only see the back of his head, he still brings up slight butterflies in your stomach when you think about how nice it is to have him with you every morning

You whisper his name softly, trying to wake him up from his deep slumber

You hear a soft groan as his body, eyes still closed, turns to face you

You smile as you see his face, totally relaxed and unprotected from a soft kiss you plant on his cheek

“It’s time to wake up,” you comment, still softly smiling. “I made you some coffee”

One of his eyes opens slightly, taking in your form briefly before pulling your arm upwards, making you lose your balance

You squeal slightly, surprised at the amount of strength he has after just waking up

His other hand swiftly grabs your waist and pulls your body onto the bed so that you are both facing each other, arms tangled like they were last night

His eyes brighten up at the sight of your face, still a little flushed from the unexpected fall

He can’t imagine a time when he was without you, a wave of gratitude and love washing over him as he looks at your face, taking in all the imperfections and perfect details

How could he be so lucky to have found you?

His face nuzzles into your neck, tickling it slightly and making you lightly chuckle

You cup his face with your hands and bring his face to face yours, looking into both his eyes before planting another soft kiss on his lips

In response, he brings your body closer and plants a loving kiss on your forehead before hugging you tighter with his chin on the top of your head, softly uttering “Coffee can wait 5 more minutes, let me hold you like this a little bit longer”

Birthday drabble

Writing date: December 2020

Genre: Fluff, that’s all this blog is made of at this point

Warnings: none!

Word count: 800 words

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"There you go.” You looked at your husband with heavy lidded eyes, having just woken up. He'd handed you a glass of water and you drank it gratefully, glad you could start your day of hydrated. "Thank you, but please get under the blankets again. I'm an old woman now, I deserve some cuddling on my birthday." He threw his head back in laughter, and you winced, hoping your youngest child wouldn't wake up from his dad's laughter. You watched as he lifted the blankets, and shivered as the cold air hit the part of your stomach that wasn't covered anymore because your pajama top had ridden up somewhere during the night, something that had started happening regularly since you had entered the second trimester of your pregnancy. Your husband put an arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him, and you didn't complain, laying your head on his chest and throwing one of your legs over his. "How was your night?" You hummed incoherently, wanting him to fill the silence in your room. You loved his voice, loved listening to what he had to say. It was the sound of safety, of steadiness, of happiness and laughter. Of home. "Hmm quite well, yours? Did I sleep talk? Tell me about your dreams." It wasn't only an excuse to hear him talk. You had the habit of telling each other about your dreams, both the actual sleeping ones and the ones you had about the future. "Dreamed about my wife. And about the dog eating a full out English breakfast, for some reason." It was your time to snort, your colourful imagination immediately coming up with a detailed image, your pet stuffing his face with bacon and poached eggs, or something similar.   "Speaking of, should I make something for you? I can make pancakes, it's only your birthday once a year." You smiled once again, you seemingly couldn't stop smiling today. You were just so happy, and not just because your husband wanted to make you pancakes.  It was the way he got a glass of water every day of your pregnancy first thing in the morning, and it was the way you, in return, always wrote him little notes that you put in random places, between the pages of his favourite book or somewhere in the middle of the kids' drawings that proudly decorated your fridge. There were some advantages to your kids not being able to read yet, and you planned on making full use of it. They already grew up way too fast as it was.   "No, stay here. We can use the time making breakfast cuddling, and then just eat cornflakes. I like the new ones I bought last week." You felt him nod, and his hand traveled from your hitched up leg to your stomach, drawing small circles on it with his thumb. Smile number 45, check. Silence fell over the room once more, and you dealt with it for approximately a minute before you started humming something. You didn't like silence. You were used to the constant noise a loving family with kids naturally made. Your husband joined, and it sounded quite alright, until you attempted to make a harmony out of it and failed miserably, resulting in the two of you falling into a fit of giggles. Really, it was a blissful morning. You watched the first rays of sunshine dance with your curtains, creating beautiful shapes on your wooden floor. Your husband was the first one to break the silence this time. "How long until she wakes up?" You craned your neck to look at the alarm beside him, nestling your head back on his chest, smirking slightly. "6 minutes" "4" Your smile broadened. The two of you bet every morning on when your oldest daughter would come barging into your room, a habit she'd never really grown out of, no matter how good of an example she set for her younger siblings in every other aspect. The one losing the bet had to make the kids' lunches that day. It was - apart from the glass of water - the first thing you did in the morning, and it had never failed to put a smile on your face during those first moments of the day. You felt lips ghost over your hairline, kissing it a few times and then murmuring: "Happy birthday, darling." You closed your eyes, soaking in the last few moments of peaceful rest before it would be replaced by joyful chanting and ringing laughter. Your thumb stroked over the place where his heart lays, and you whispered: "I love you, too.”

Under the same stars

Pairing: Crush x reader

Summary: Stargazing with y/n’s long time crush turned into something magical

Warnings: None

Word count: 950 words

MASTERLIST

Your pov,

It was 5:00 in the afternoon, I'm in my cabin along with my two closest friends. we decided to spend our summer in a summer camp where our teachers can teach us different languages which are Korean, Chinese, Japanese , Spanish, and french.

My friend and I chose to learn Korean while the other went for French. And him? He chose Japanese.

I've already spent a month in this camp. I've got friends and I'm having a lot of fun learning new languages but I miss my mom. But well, at least he's here - I mean, my friends. Oh my he's really driving me crazy.

But what's not to like about him? He's perfect for me - I mean he's the most perfect human being in the world. He's nice, he's cu-

"Uhm, mic test, one two," a voice, Mrs. Valencia's voice came out of the microphone making me jump and lose my train of thoughts.

"Attention girls and boys! We're gonna have a surprise activity for today. But, It's not about language and culture, it's about having fun! We're gonna spend the whole night star gazing. Now, You all have 30 minutes to get ready and watch that sunset. Don't forget to bring some snacks and your coat. Again you only have 30 minutes."

Shoot! Stargazing?!? With him? shit.

"Hey dude! Stargazing with the boisssss. If I were you, I'd take this chance to confess to him," said y/f1/n (your friend's name number 1).

"come on y/f1/n. Just let her decide if the timing is perfect. look at her she's blushing," said y/f2/n (your friend's name number 2).

"Oh shut up you two! There'll be nothing romantic and special about this night. It'll just watching old gaseous balls which are light years away," I lied. Of course I love stargazing.

"Ok fine Einstein. Anyway let's get ready before Mrs. Valencia gets pissed and starts shouting like she used to do in school," we all giggled and start getting ready.

...Time skip...

"Hey! y/n/n (your nickname)," a very familiar voice cooed. F*ck I love that voice.

"Au revoir bitch," y/f1/n said while dragging y/f2/n, leaving me alone with y/c/n. they are bitches most of the time but they know when to leave at the right moment. Perfect.

"Oh hi, y/c/n," I responded with a smile.

"Well, it's getting dark. I'm excited about stargazing. I love watching stars. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah I also like watching stars." I smiled... with you of course.

We were sitting in a nice cold field watching the sun sets.

The blinding orange-yellow color of the sun really complements the blue sky. the wind is cold, yet, it somehow calms me.

"You know I've always wondered why sunsets are more beautiful than the sunrise," y/c/n whispered, still looking at the view.

He smiled at me. It's really nice seeing his warm smile. We sat there in silence but it's not actually an awkward one. It's very relaxing.

...Time skip...

"Look at that one," he pointed out," I don't know which star.

"Where?"

"That one look!" he said excitedly. He looks so cute when he jumps like a little kid.

"Ok. So what is its name?"

"That one is Polaris, the northern star."

"Cool," I replied.

"They look so beautiful," y/c/n stated. "Oh look a shooting star!" he shouted again in amusement.

"Let's make a wish," he suggested.

He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. it was only for a while but it gave me enough amount of time to stare and admire his facial features.

"What did you wish for?" I asked him.

"I wished to bring me to someone I could watch the stars with for the rest of my life," he smiled. "How about you?"

"I didn't make a wish"

"Why not?"

"I have a wish... which to make the guys I love to like me back."

"Why didn't you do it though?"

"I just, I want him to fall for me without depending on something like the stars so I just wish that he could be happy."

"Oh, okay, I understand," he nodded.

"Now I have a second wish," "What is it?"

I wished I could be that someone who you could watch the stars with you for the rest of your life.

"I wish that he finds the person he wants to watch the stars with for the rest of his life."

He just realized what I said, judging from the look on his face.

"So... he's me?"

"Look y/c/n, it's probably just a crush. I hope this wouldn't ruin our friendship. I hope it's ok with you?"

"It's not ok." Those words made my heart beats faster. I'm starting to panic.

"W-why?" I stuttered. I could feel my face heating up and my eyes are starting to fill up with tears.

"Y/n, I-I, I guess there's no way to say it."

I stared at him with confusion, tears started to fall down my cheeks.

He  slowly reached my jaw and leaned closer to me. My questions were now answered when he slowly placed his lips with mine. Our lips moved in sync, it was an amazing and passionate kiss I've ever had. Well it was my first time.

gently, he snaked his arms around my waist and placed wrapped my arms around his neck. After a couple of seconds, we both pulled out, gasping for air. He leaned his forehead onto mine, smiling.

"I guess my wish has been granted," he said.

Send me requests pls!

I’ve added some stuff I will write for so here it is , riverdale (my friends love it so-) death note and Just general crush x reader and platonic stuff (this is added stuff to the rest of rules and who I write for) I’m having writers block so pls send requests! And I will be making a tag list if you wanna be in it also a anon list! Ty for reading

-Ava

Secret Admirer

Word count: 837

(Y/N) = your name

(B/F/N) = best friend's name

(C/N) = crush's name

(C/H/C) = crush's hair color

(C/E/C) = crush's eye color

“Nope, I'm not doing it.”

“Come on, (Y/N), it would be so romantic! We'll make sure you don't get caught!”

You looked at everything but (B/F/N)'s begging puppy-dog eyes. Every time she wanted you to do something, she had but to make you look into her eyes and you would succumb.

“No! Not this time.” You remained firm. Under no condition were you planning to give in to her.

What did she want this time? Well, it was nearly Valentine's day, and she was hoping you would do something special. You had already refused to confess to your crush, but that didn't stop her. She now wanted you to write (C/N) a card and sign it 'secret admirer.'

You weren't completely opposed to it, but the thought of getting caught or of him finding out somehow, terrified you.

You snuck a peek at your best friend, wondering if she'd perhaps given up. She had been awfully quiet.

However, as soon as you looked, you regretted it. She sat right there next to you, her eyes pleading, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. For a moment you resisted, hoping to whatever higher power existed that this wouldn't be enough to convince you, but deep inside you knew it was hopeless. The puppy-dog eyes had done you in.

“Ugh! Fine.” You threw your hands up in surrender.

“Yay!” (B/F/N) cheered, and you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm. “Come, girl, Valentine's day is tomorrow! Let's go buy you a card!”

She nearly dragged you to the store, handing you cards to look at with the energy of a five-year-old kid at bedtime.

“He's gonna love this one.” You mumbled, turning a card over in your hands that read You're cute! Can I keep you?

“(B/F/N), I've made my choice, can we go now?” You huffed, placing the twenty-something cards she had given you back on the rack.

“Wait! I still need something for my boyfriend!”

You let out a sigh. This was gonna take a while.

An hour later, (B/F/N) held a cute teddy bear and a rose in her arms, and you ended up with not only your card, but also the heart-shaped box of chocolates she managed to convince you to buy.

“Write something cute, but not something too stalkerish.” You jumped, not realizing how she stood behind you, peering over your shoulder at the empty card in front of you.

“Would you just go mind your own business? Last I checked, you have a romantic date to plan out.”

Not a bit fazed by your attitude, she spun around on her heel and left, whistling a Disney love song as she went.

Tapping your pen against your chin, your thoughts wandered to (C/N), the (C/H/C), (C/E/C) eyed boy. What would you write? Definitely not something that made you sound like a stalker, like (B/F/N) said, but also not something that could lead him to find out who gave him the card.

Dear (C/N),

You caught my eye the day we met. You're special. You have a very positive aura. I love hearing the passion in your voice when you talk about things you love. It's almost like you light up. You're an amazing (C/I) player, and I love (watching/listening to) you play. I would go on, but I actually need to finish this card in time for Valentine's Day, so I'll keep it short. I like you, (C/N).

Signed,

Your secret admirer

You doodled some flowers and hearts around your message before slipping the card into an envelope and writing his name on the front.

“You done yet, girlfriend? I've got some movies for us to watch!” (B/F/N) called you from the living room.

“Coming!”

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The next day, you stood in the corridor with (B/F/N), the latter whispering words of encouragement in your ear. You wiped your clammy hands on your clothes. Taking a deep breath, you walked over to (C/N)'s locker, quickly taping the envelope to the door.

Before (C/N) could spot you, you hid in the crowd of students, next to your locker so you could use it as an excuse if the need arose.

“I did it, (B/F/N).” Your eyes were wide, almost like you couldn't believe what you had just done.

“Oh, I'm so proud of you!” She squealed, enveloping you in a hug.

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A smile graced your features as you watched him over lunch. You watched as he opened the envelope, and you saw the blush creep up his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears when his friends proceeded to tease him about it. But despite that, he looked so happy...

“Changing your mind about confessing?” (B/F/N) smirked.

You shook your head in response. “Maybe eventually, but for now, he's happy, and that's all I want.”

Happy (belated) Valentine's Day to all of you! I hope you all your plans worked out (for those that had any!)

I wish I had the guts to confess to my crush, or at least give him something for Valentine's. But nope, it's never gonna happen. If any of you did, please feel free to post them in the comments, I'd love to hear about your experiences.

My mom recently saw him play during our last concert. She said he played well (okay obviously, he's really good) and then she remarked that he is actually handsome. I didn't know how to respond to that. Awkward...

PS: I originally posted this on my Wattpad account 3 months ago, I know it’s not February :)

#1 - Balcony Love

Characters needed:

Y/N – your name                  

C/N – crush name

BF/N – best friend’s name

F/N2 – friend name 2

F/N3 – friend name 3

F/N4 – friend name 4

E/C – eye color

You also need a lake name ;)

AN:

So I kind of planned for F/n3 and 4 to be the opposite genders of Y/N, but um yeah, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. ;) Also I feel like this is kinda cliché and cringe worthy but it might different for you guys, so ya.  Anyways, enjoy my first crush imagine I guess? :)

also sorry in advance for whatever grammar mistakes are in there, i was kind of rushing to write this for you guys ;)

P.S. there are quite a few time skips because I was too lazy to fill in the time between each scene :/

word count: 2336 words

warnings: none

A few weeks ago

“My mom said I could only invite a few people with me to our holiday lodge for my birthday party so you can’t tell the others I invited you, okay?” BF/N whispered to me as we walked down the road towards the bus stop after school. So far, today had been a pretty good day for a school day. It was Friday; your crush C/N had smiled at you in class, and now your best friend was inviting you along to a trip for her birthday.

“Who’s going?” I ask, grinning excitedly at her.

“Oh, just you and a few guys.” At this, she winks conspiratorially at me.

“Who, Who?? Tell meeeee please BF/N!” I beg, trying to make puppy dog eyes at her.

“Hmm let’s see.” Tapping her finger against her chin, she looks upwards. “F/N2, you, course, F/N3, F/N4 and… C/N.”

“OH MY GOODNESS BF/N YOU DIDN’T!!” I squeal at her and grab both of her shoulders towards me in a hug. “I can’t believe you! Thank you, thank you, thank you sooo much!”

She grins. “Haha, no problem. After all, you are my best friend, aren’t you?”

 Today

“Arghh I’m going to be so late,” I screeched, frantically rifling through my drawers looking for a spare hair tie. Finally finding one, I ran out of my room and grabbed my bags, stuffing my feet into my sandals. Outside of my house, BF/N and everyone else were waiting for me to get in.

“Honey, are you sure you’ll be ok?” My mom asked, taking a bag from my hand.

“Yeah, of course mom! Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s only the weekend, anyway.” Finally having accomplished my task of slipping on my shoes, I raced outside, opened the boot to the minivan and stacked my bags inside.

“Bye mom, I’ll see you in two days!” I shouted behind me as I slammed the boot door shut.

“Bye honey. Keep safe okay? I love you.”

“Love you too!” At that, I jumped into the car, strapped on my seat belt, and then we were gone.

Inside the car, it turned out that I was sitting next to C/N at the back, which was also where all the snacks were. “Hey Y/N.” He smiled his heart stopping smile at me, putting one arm behind my chair.

“Oh um, hi C/N,” I grin back at him, flustered as hair falls in front of my face.

 BF/N’s voice fills the small interior of the minivan. “So guys in case you didn’t know or forgot, we are going to my family’s private lodge at lake lake/name. Since it’s about 3 hours away, we’ll swap drivers and rotate every hour.”

“Yes Ma’am!” We all chorus, laughing at each other.

“Also, feel free to pass around the snacks we brought. Don’t just hog it for yourselves!” At this, she mock glares at C/N and me.

“Why would I, BF/N?” I joke. I put up my hands defensively. ”I’m an angel!”

F/N3 snickers. “Yeah right you are.”

F/N4 pipes in. “More like the devil.”

“Hey not funny guys!” I pretend to get shot in the chest and collapse onto the ground as we all laugh.

At the lodge

“Guys!” BF/N yells. “Come on in!” Lugging our bags behind us, we all follow after BF/N into her family’s huge lodge. “So I’ve decided that after we’ve settled in, we should go down to the lake for a swim.” We all cheer. “But before that, first things first. For rooms, all the girls will be sleeping together, the same as the boys. Both rooms are upstairs and have ensuites connected to them.” After you’ve unpacked your stuff, don’t forget to change into swimsuits so that we can swim!”

“Yes, sergeant,” I shout, bringing my hand up to my head in attention. Everyone else just laughs.

As I lug my heavy bag up the stairs to my room, something grabs onto the handle of the suitcase and stops me in my tracks, startling me. “Huh?”

“Just me.” C/N smiles, his straight, ebony white teeth almost glowing. “Can I help with this?”

Fighting off an oncoming blush, I quickly look away from his searching eyes and hand over my bag. “Sure… thanks.” My brain going into overdrive, I scan the walls beside me, hoping that they will give me some pointer tips on how to talk to a crush. Unfortunately to my dismay, they don’t. “So… How did BF/N convince you to come us this trip?” I ask him, my face glowing like hot coals. I have to at least try to make a conversation if I want him. It’s too awkward otherwise. I tell myself, trying to cool down the furnace in the body.

C/N laughs an embarrassed laugh. “You don’t want to know.”

“Come on, tell me please! You’ve got me interested so now you can’t leave me hanging!”

“Ah, well…” He rubs the back of his head, showing off his muscular arm. I’m practically drooling at the sight of him. “BF/N told me you were coming on this trip.” At this, two bright spots appear on his cheeks.

Wait what??? Did he just say he only came because of me? No way. Not possible. No one likes me. He’s probably just trying to be friendly so he can get Isabel or someone.

“Wait what?” confused I turn to face him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m definitely serious.” Now he’s grinning

“You better not be joking with me, C/N.”

“I never would. Not about this at least.” I gasp in surprise.

“You suck up!” I say playfully. Inside my head, cogs are spinning and wheels are turning, trying to figure what he means and if he’s actually for real. Could he possibly like me as much as I like him? We stop in front of my door and he puts down my bag. “Well here’s your stop. See you lake.” Smiling softly I say thanks and then close the door and find the sexiest, most revealing swimwear I packed. Just to show off to C/N, of course.

Time skip to the lake

“Okay, kids!” BF/N shouts. “And love birds.” At this, she winks at me and I look away, pretending not to notice. “Today,” she continues, “We’ll be playing hide and seek!” At this, we all groan.  F/N4 whisper yells to BF/N.

“Can’t we play something else? Pretty please?”

“Nope!” She grins her devil’s grin. “We’re going to stick with this. And for this game, someone’s gotta be in, and as the person who’s house you guys are staying in, I think that I should be the one to pick who’s going to be in, so… F/N3! You’re it!” giggling at F/N3′s sigh of dismay and halfhearted protesting, we all swim away, and everyone goes off in two’s except for me. Lucky me. Always the odd one out. Scanning the area, I try to find a good hiding place. In a lake there aren’t that many places to hide except around the edges. Aha! There’s one! I spot a rock jutting out of the water’s edge, and quickly swim over to hide behind it. Not daring to peek out for fear of being found, I stay hidden, unaware of time. How long are they gonna take to find me? They must have forgotten about me. Spinning around, I gasp as I feel soft, warm hands slide around my waist and I find myself pressed up against a hard, muscular wall of some sort. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” A low, purring voice interrupts my thinking and liquid heat rises up inside my core. C/N.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, embarrassed. “We’re supposed to be playing hide and seek with the others!”

Abruptly, he lets go of me, leaving my skin cold and wet. I shiver and hug my arms to myself as goose bumps rise up on my skin.

“Well they asked me to come find you, since the game finished 3 minutes ago.”

“Oh… right. Thanks” I mumble, unsure of how to actually talk to my crush.

“You look cold. Shall we head back in?” His blue eyes search mine as I avoid his gaze.

“Yeah, let’s. The others are probably getting bored waiting for us anyway.”

We wade through the water around rock. My teeth begin to chatter as we come out into the open. C/N gently touches my shoulders and the molten lava inside me flares up again. We grab our towels off the sand, and with surprising grace, he wraps my towel snugly around my body and then smiles down at me. I smile back, trying to fight off the redness flooding my face.

 Time skip to later that night after dinner

As I’m walking down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower, C/N comes bounding towards me. “Hey, Y/N!” he looks uncharacteristically nervous, and I smile to myself. “Umm… I was just wondering, do you want to go onto the balcony later tonight with me?” Whattt. That was definitely not what I was expecting.

“S-s-sure.” I stutter out. “I’d love to.” I smile up at him, looking into his E/C colored eyes.

“Great… okay, thanks. See you on the balcony at 11pm?” he blushes, and two tiny red patches appear beneath his eyes.

“Sounds good. See you then.” I curse myself under my breath as I prepare to shower. Did I really have to sound like a recorded phone answering machine? I face palm myself, and my back cringes as I replay that scene in my head. Why couldn’t I just be a little more flirtatious like BF/N or good at speaking with boys like F/N2? Honestly, the only good thing that came out it was that I got asked to go on a date! Oh… wait. It hits me. C/N JUST ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!!!!!! ahhhhhh!! I scream internally and my brain starts imagining a ton of scenarios.

But first things first, Y/N. I tell myself sternly. You need to actually shower and smell good before you go and meet him.

Time skip to the balcony

I cautiously step onto the balcony, half expecting to not see C/N there. “C/N?” I step out further, and look to the corner of the balcony, breathing the smoky flavor of the night sky into my lungs. There he is! Aww that’s so cute. Before me is a sight to behold. There, I see C/N setting up fluffy blankets on the hard wood of the balcony.

“Y/N! You came!” he stands up and beams at me, gesturing for me to come and sit down. Gingerly, I bend down to my knees and admire his handiwork.

“Wow. This is beautiful, C/N.” I whisper. No one’s ever done this for me before. In front of me is a little wooden table with glowing candles sitting on it. Purple and pink flowers line the edges of the table, their velvet soft petals illuminated by the gentle flickering of the candles. Beside me is what seems like the fluffiest blankets in the world, and I giggle as C/N sits down beside me and tucks the fuzzy blankets around my body, wrapping me up like a burrito.

C/N begins to speak. “So, in case it’s not obvious enough to you, although I doubt it is, Y/N… I like you.” At that, C/N exhales and runs his hand through his hair and my mouth falls open.

“C/N… are you serious?”

“Y/N, I am completely dead serious. I like you… hell, I think I even love you. I’ve liked you for what seems like years, except I’ve been too scared to do anything about. Until now, that is.” C/N looks at me in the eyes.

“C/N…” I whisper, “I’ve liked you ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I’m pretty sure I love you.”

“Y/N, are you sure?”

“Hell yes, I’m sure.” I reply confidently.

In a heartbeat, he grabs my body and gently lays me on the ground, the cool of the hard wooden deck soaking up my warmth, and that combined with his heated kisses on my neck and jaw makes me shudder in delight. I breathe his scent in, swallowing up all his kisses like a fish desperate for water as I groan in ecstasy. I grip his head and thread my fingers through his hair, reveling in the softness. We kiss until we’re drunk on it, filling up the never ending well of passion. Slowly, we shorten our kisses until we’re finished, gulping down deep breaths of air and I stare into his eyes. He traces his rough finger pad around the swell of my kiss swollen lips then whispers, “You are so, so beautiful.”

I blush, ducking out of his touch. “So are you,” I retort. At that, he laughs, a low sexy growling sound that makes my insides quiver. He reaches out for a blanket beside him and wraps it around the two of us, making a little cocoon of safety and warmth just for us. “So Y/N, yes or no? Will you go out with me and be my girlfriend?” C/N asks.

I lie down and burrow my head into the hollow of his neck and smile into his soft skin. “A complete and utter yes.” I whisper.

 AN:

Hope you guys enjoyed my first imagine!! Feel free to submit ideas and stuff you want me to write about.

Ciao ;)

honeylemoncrushimagines

Cigarettes (crush x reader)

I paced to the end of the hallway with speed, towards the door that opened up to bright lights of reality escape and destress, to the alley behind school that no teachers nor students hung around. Looking down to my watch, reading the time. 12 minutes left to lunch. Pushing the old and crusty wooden door open, I found my hands working its way into my skirt's pocket to grab my box of cigarettes. Opening it, taking one out and then clamping it in between my lips, I shuffle my bag for the lighter.

Snap! Where's my lighter? Great, must be in my locker! I dread going into that place, that old building reeks of pale scholars that spend their youth studying in that prestigious-for-no-future cell. Studying is great and all but I see no sight of letting my youth rot away day by day in those classrooms.

   "Here,"-- A guy I didn't recognize approached me and brought me out of my trance. He seems tall, broad and muscular but not too; suggesting to light my cigarette, I gratefully accept. His thumb pressing down on the trigger while his right-hand hovers over the lighter to block the wind. Inhaling the fresh nicotine, I awake. I take a few paths before spotting him smoking too. After a brief silence which was refreshingly comfortable, and certainly not awkward, I spoke up.    "Do you smoke here often?"    "Yea, you?"    "Yes, me too. How come I never saw you here before then?" I suggested.    "I used to smoke under the tree beside the school, in the parking lot," I then mouthed an 'I see.'    "What year you in?" I voiced.    "13 and science,"    "12 and science too... Takin' all three?" I wanted to know him better. All in fact, maybe I could finally have some company while I smoke and chill. My friends don't smoke, they don't even drink or eat supper. Teen life huh? They're stuck in that cell all day long with a too-good-to-be-true healthy life.     "Nope, took business in place of biology."    "Ah- me too. I took geography instead of physics. So what made you change your smoke spot?"    "Sun's getting wild as summer comes,"    "I see. At least I can get company now," I state, and he chuckles at this comment.    "I'm (c/n). You?" He sticks his hand out for a shake.    "(y/n),"    "Pretty name" he mumbles.    "What?" I swore I heard him say something.    "Lunch?"    "Sure."

fluff scenarios - scenario 1

a/n: this came from my dream. i dont know why but might as well write it here.

y/n - your name

h/n - his name

(y/n) and (h/n) were riding a taxi together after we agreed on going home together from a little catch up with our old friends. the rain was pouring hard, everyone was silent and the radio was subtly playing jazz music. all we could hear was the rain hitting the roof of the cab and the lo-fi sounding saxophone accompanied by a piano from the backseat.

my eyes are so tired i want to sleep.

you opened your phone to scroll through your social media accounts to decrease your sleepiness but it did the opposite. you rested your chin on (h/n)'s shoulder.

"i'm sleepy."

he was staring on the window, watching the raindrops as it falls on the glass and listening as the saxophone softly following the rain's beat. he looked at me when i spoke and gestured that i could move closer. i glided to his position until i thought it was enough.

i rested my chin on (h/n)'s shoulder. he softly kissed my cheek. i leaned on his shoulder while trying to hide the redness of my face. he looked at me and whispered..

"do you like me?"

"...yes i do."

i thought it was pretty obvious that he liked me but i liked him more after he started displaying his emotions more. i thought his way of expressing feelings was cute because he was very shy about it but this confession made my heart melt like ice cream. it was genuine.

i then received a kiss on the nose from him for my answer. he wrapped around his arms on me and let me lean on him.

"i love you, now go to sleep. i dont want you to be tired."

College AU - CrushxReader

I sat at my table, my cheek resting in my palm as I concentrated on the paper in front of me. 15 minutes before class started, and my desk partner was yet to show up. He was normally here by now, in fact, this may be the first time he's been this late... where is he? I looked up and scanned the room for any signs of him, and saw him walking through the door. I quickly looked back down at my desk, and started fidgeting with my pencil. He sat down next to me, setting his bag on the floor. "Hey, Y/N." He said, grabbing his supplies out of his bag. "Oh, hey!" I said, pretending not to notice his presence. "Why are you so late?" He scoffed, and then smiled. "I just got a letter back from a college. They said when I graduate, which graduation is in 5 days... to send them another letter and they would look at it." He seemed so excited, I couldn't help but ask him,"So... what college?" I asked, smiling. "Harvard." He grinned widely. I drooped, realizing he wasn't going to any college around here. "Law school?" I asked, trying to keep it light and cheery. There was no way I was going to follow him to a law school because he's my 'true love' and stand him up by finishing a case and getting honored for it, and him realizing he loves me and I'm not the dumb blonde stereotyped by people like some cliché musical plot in high-school theaters across America. Oh, wait.... nevermind. "Yep. Massachusetts!" He sounded so ecstatic, it was impossible for me not to get excited. "Well I'm happy you're going to pursue your dream!" I stated with a smile. "Where are you going?" He asked, setting his supplies on the desk. "Oh-uhmm.." I stuttered, my face growing red, "I don't know yet, but I'm sure I'll be accepted somewhere." He grinned, agreeing. "Yeah, you will. You're pretty smart." I darkened as he said that, smiling. "Thanks." I nodded, and the teacher went to the front of the room to start one of the last lessons of our senior year. ~~~~ It's been a few years since highschool got out, and I had just landed a new job a week ago. I became a journalist for the local newspaper, and published my first article today. I'm pretty proud of it, too. I called my best friend, (F/N), to tell her about it. The call went to voicemail immediately. I checked the recent messages. 'Hey, sorry, I'm going in for an interview I was just informed about. Can't pick you up, try calling others. My phones being shut down. Can't respond.' Shit. I called another friend, but this time it just rang and then went to voicemail. I guess I'm taking the subway. I walked to the station and bought a ticket, stepping into the subway. I sat down and glanced at people around me, before I realized I was in the same train as (C/N) back from high-school. "Hey." I said, and he looked in my direction. "Oh my God... (Y/N)?" He gasped, smiling. His face lit up. "Hey! What are you doing in town...?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head. "Oh, um, visiting family on the holidays. What're you up to these days?" He asked, blushing a bit. God, the years did him well. "I got a job as a journalist a week ago, I published a new article today actually." I smiled, looking up at his face. "Really? I always knew you'd be a great author of some sorts. Your notes flowed effortlessly." He blushed a bit deeper at this, but hardly noticeable. "Oh.. really? Thank you." I grinned back it him. "Its been so long since we last spoke..." He sighed, looking at his hands. "Yeah.." I agreed, flickering my eyes up at him and then my hands. "I-uh... I had this huge crush on you back in high-school." He admitted, his face growing red. My eyes lit up. "Wait really? So did I!" I paused for a moment... "Wait- no.... I meant... I meant I had a crush on you not me thatwouldbeweirdifihadacrushonmyselfimean-" He laughed at that, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I get what you're saying." He looked out the window, realizing his stop was coming next. "Can I see your phone?" He asked, and I handed him my phone with hesitation. He typed something quickly and then gave it back to me as the door opened and he walked out. "Call me sometime!" He called out, as he stepped out the subway. I looked down on my phone and saw his phone number in a new contact folder. Its name was "(C/N) 💞💖)" and I blushed at it for a second, before realizing this was my stop as well. I bolted out of the subway moments before the door closed. I exited the station and walked to my apartment. I flopped inside on my couch as I screamed into my cushion. I texted my friend, (F/N), 'I'm eternally thankful you couldn't pick me up. I'll explain later.' ~~~~ A year after seeing him for the first time in a while, late night facetime calls and texting, I got a text from him. 'Hey, what's your apartments address?' I responded with it, and a 'why...?' he quickly dismissed it, saying 'oh just wanted to know if you were in the same apartment complex that my brother was in.' Minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Suspiciously, I opened it to see (C/N) there with his hands behind his back looking sheepish. I gasped, hugging him with my arm around his neck. He hugged back with one arm, the other still behind his back. "Hey oh my God it's been some time!" I smiled, I couldn't stop smiling. "Uh... yeah. These are for you." He grinned, holding out a bouquet of assorted colored roses, smiling. "Oooh!! Thank you so much. I love them." I said, standing on the edge of my feet to kiss him on the cheek. He blushed furiously, as I left to put them in a water jar. "You can come in if you'd like." I call, and he walked in the apartment. "It's.... you." He smiled, as he looked around. Planted pots in white ceramic jars, pictures of family and a quilt tossed messily across a white couch. "Thanks?" I smile, setting down the roses. "Sooooo...... what did you come here for??" I questioned suspiciously, and walked closer to him. "Uh... I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date with me?" He smirked, walking closer as well. "A date huh?" I asked, putting my hands up to my chin and looking up questionably. "Hmmmm... I'll have to check my schedule." I looked at my phone and say, "Hmm..... sorry. It looks like I'm completely booked spending my night with a really hot guy." I say, monotoned. "W-what? Oh.. okay.." He said disappointedly. "Yeah, his name is (C/N), he's really cute." I smiled grabbing his hands. "Ohmygod I actually thought you were shutting me down." He said, smiling and blushing furiously. "Never." I smiled, looking up. "I've waited five years, I would never shut you out." He lifted me up to kiss him, setting me on the counter. Sometimes, the best things in life are worth waiting for.

A side you didn’t know he had~

Don’t know much about!Crush x reader

Genre: fluffily fluff fluff with a dash of spice

Warnings: Mild swearing

[Don’t know much about!crush: you just don’t really know about him deeply lol, this will have something to do with the story…]

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Prologue: You didn’t really know much about your crush, since you two never communicated in any way. You know each other because of your friends. You didn’t know what his true personality was, but you were fanitized by all the stories from your friends about him, which led you to like him…

“Y/NNNNN” Your friend whined.

You groaned, not wanting to listen to what F/N has to say.

F/N starts poking your cheeks, and you puffed them out to make them know that you’re currently, not in a good mood.

“What is it? You looked pissed or something.” She said, still poking you.

“Mmffph” You said, burying your face into your arms, muffling the words you were saying. You stared at a specific person across the room, who was talking to some girl in your class.

“Ah. I see what’s going on now.” F/N said, eyeing the two people talking.

You couldn’t help but stare, and there it is again, that feeling in your stomach every time you see him with somebody else.

You gulped, trying to bury down your feelings when you saw him happily talking with the female, and muttering to yourself, ‘ugh, that girl totally likes him.’

You kept staring until you saw his pair of eyes meet yours, in which you blushed and looked away.

‘Dammit he saw me looking at him, now he’ll suspect and take notice of me- oh wait- isn’t that what I want though?’

“Hey.”

You looked up, face still flushed, and your eyes grew wide.

“H-hi.” You stuttered, brushing your hair down.

“Y-Y/N, right?”

You smiled and nodded, ‘Great, he’s not even sure if that’s my name or not.’

“Sorry, I just felt like I needed to ask for your name since we’ve never officially had an introduction.” C/N said, rubbing his neck, cheeks slightly pink.

‘He’s so cute’ You thought, but you then snapped back to reality.

“Oh, haha it’s fine. Well nice to meet you C/N.” You said, trying not to choke.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” He said. You looked over you F/N for help, but they seem to have ran off. Typical.

He smiled and held his hand out, his fingers right in front of you. You hesitantly shook his hand, and smiled back.

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You grew closer to C/N, but yet he’s still always so distant. You two still went to gatherings together, and you guys occasionally talked. As time flew by it was the start of a new school year. C/N was always at the back of your mind, and you really tried to keep it in.

The sleeve of your shirt was loosening, so you put it back up before people could’ve seen your bare shoulders. You stood up and grabbed your bag, flung it around your shoulder, and took out your phone. You scrolled to (social media platform). After a few minutes someone grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth, muffling my gasp.

You were pushed against a wall, and you opened your eyes to meet a pair of sparkling ones.

“I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU.” F/N whispered-shouted.

“Holy shit you scared me! Don’t do that ever again F/N, I’ll end up in the emergency room next time. Also, why the janitor closet of all places?“

“Never mind that! Just do as I say!”

You rolled your eyes but nodded, listening to F/N’s exciting news.

“Okay, so since it’s free period next, stay right here, don’t leave okay?”

Before you could ask, F/N shut the janitor closet door shut, and immediately locking it.

You went up to the door, but once you turned the door knob, the door flew open.

You felt a presence in front of you, making you walk backwards. Once your back hit the wall, you felt an arm next to your head, trapping your only way out.

“Y/N.”

You shivered, but still shaking, not know who it was or what was happening.

“Y/N.”

You looked into the new pair of eyes, and you recognised who that was.

“C-C/N?” You stuttered, red forming on your cheeks at the proximity between the two of you.

He let out a hefty chuckle, and said “Your shirt looks better with one side off.”

You blushed, leaving you with no comment. 

He leaned in, his mouth right next to your ear, and whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me, sometimes I’m dead tired in the morning because of you.”

He licked your ear, and nibbled on it slightly. Causing shivers to run down your spine, face deep red.

“Mmm”

You blushed even harder, and you were glad that the room was dim. C/N bit on your ear, causing a squeak to come out of you.

He moved away, and finally leaned in to kiss your cheek, satisfied by your reaction. He pulled one side of your shirt down, and left trails of kisses on your shoulder, ones that left you to think about it 24/7. 

“You’re so cute, remember that.” He said, and smiled. He then walked out of the closet, leaving you flustered and confused.

“What the-”

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Hiiii I hoped you enjoyed my second one. This was a bit different since I added a bit of spice >///< I hope my writing was okay, I’m not sure if it was too weird or cliché, but I’m open for feedback!

~ Lily

Coffee

“Is the coffee up for grabs?” he asked, moving over to your side of the kitchen. 

“Yes,” you said matter-of-factly. “You like it black, right?” 

“Right.” 

Reaching into the cabinet for a mug and filling it, you handed it over to him. “I’m not always one for something so bitter, but it definitely wakes you up,” you chuckled. 

He hummed, taking a sip. Bitter was right.