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[crushxreader]

omg i havent checked this acc in so long and theres so many posts in my inbox LOL

[crushxreader]

So mayhaps I got really behind

Yeah. Smart going, me. So I’m clearing all my anon messages and will be starting again? If you prev sent me a message, just send it back my way :)!!

[crushxreader]

Ok so like i don’t know how requests work, but what if crush and reader are in theater together and they get parts that are in a relationship with each other? It probably isn’t all that relatable actually.

Actually, I do theater! And I very much relate to this. Will add it to the list!! ❤️❤️

[crushxreader]

Thank you very much!

Hi! Could you recommend some good crush imagine blogs please? thanks honey

Well I recommend my blog ;) (New content coming soon)

@youxcrush

@crxsh-imxgines

@crush-imagines-and-help

@crushimagines-explorer

@highschoolcrushimagines

@clichecrushimagines

@crushxreader

@cute-crush-imagines

And my personal favourite: @dreamycrushimagines

[crushxreader]

The anonymous asks are working. Thank you for getting back so quickly 😊 I wish you the best of luck with your account! ~ currentfangirl-futuremedicalexaminer

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[crushxreader]

Some updates;

-I finally allowed anonymous asks..Not sure why they were disabled in the first place?

-On the computer version of tumblr, I have discovered MANY requests which I have not seen. I will be contacting those who did to see if they still want to!

-I am back in buisness, baby. Keep requesting!

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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.

[crushxreader]

Swim Team

For @perrieismybabe

(http://perrieismybabe.tumblr.com/ ) I sat down on the bench, exhausted from doing laps in the pool. My foot was still throbbing from getting a cramp in the water, and I had to take a break.

“Cramp?” A familiar voice rang, sitting down next to me. I froze immediately, recognizing who it belonged to. Out of all people, Matthew? Why? “Oh, uh, yeah.” I replied, rubbing my foot to try and make it stop pulsing.

“I could tell,” He said, making a point to get closer to me, “Hey, if you’re not busy after practice, you want to come to my place?” He said a bit awkwardly, stiffing his position. “Uh… yeah, sure. That’d be great.” I smiled, returning the awkwardness by at-least two times more. Damnit, why am I such a screw up? “Okay, see you then.” He smiled back at me and got up to go get changed into his regular clothes. His practice had ended 5 minutes ago, and he had just waited around to get a chance to speak to me. The last 15 minutes of my meet may possibly be the longest 15 minutes of my entire life. I kept getting more and more anxious. What was going to happen…? What if I messed up? What if- I snapped back to reality the moment the whistle blew loudly in my ear.

“Practice is over, don’t forget the competition is Tuesday. Swim uniforms are required.” She said, in a monotone voice. I raced to the locker room, almost slipping on the water lining the pool’s tile-way.

I texted my mom that I was staying at a friends house to study for my AP World History exam, and that I would be home Saturday, and shoved my uniform into a plastic bag. I quickly got onto my bike and pedaled to Matthew’s house as fast as I could carry myself.

I brought myself to knock on the door to his house, only for his mother to answer.

"Oh? I didn’t know you were having company Matthew… We were just about to leave.” His mom said, disappointedly. I quickly pieced together a lie. “Oh, I just biked here to return something he left at the pool.” I said, fishing through my bag. The first item I grabbed out was my Gatorade. Shit. “His… Gatorade? You biked all the way here to drop it off?” She said suspiciously. “Yeah.. uh, it isn’t a big deal. I’ll just leave so you can be on your way.” I say, as I see Matthew come into view from behind the door. He signals his hand to the back door, which is visible from where I’m standing.

I ended up hiding in their shed for 15 minutes before their parents finally left, coming in the sliding back door.

“Sorry about them…” he said, a bit red. “It’s totally fine, I understand how parents can be.” “So do you want to watch a movie?” He asked, leaning against the counter. “Oh, sure, what movie?” “You can pick” He said, motioning over to the TV.

I walked over to the cabinents under the TV, shifting through the DVD cases. “How about… The Notebook?” I ask, holding up the DVD case. “Sounds great. I’ll get the popcorn.” He smiled and I put the movie in the DVD player, and sat down on the couch.

After about 15 minutes, the initial awkward phase had passed. We kept gradually getting closer to eachother, until we were inches apart.

He leaned in for a kiss, and I was suddenly frozen. I mimicked his movements as best as possible, however I was not very good at it. We just kind of.. mashed. It wouldnt be as romantic as it would be to see it as to feel it, but it just kind of… happened. He leaned back and licked his upper lip.

“Salty.” “Oh my God.. shit.. I completely forgot to shower, I’m sorry—” “No, you’re fine.” He smiled, placing a thumb up to my chin. “Are you sure…?” “It’s fine, I promise.” He said, leaning back in.

We finished the movie, but we didn’t really care. Our eyes were on eachother for the remainder of the film.

[crushxreader]

Hi! Could you write one imagine for me? Me and my crush swim together and let's say we flirt before practice amd after practice we hang out and he takes me to his home and it is awkward for a bit but then we relax,watch a movie and cuddle and he kisses me all of a sudden? Like i need it to be fluffy 🙈 his name is Mathew

Yeah sure! ☺️💕

[crushxreader]

Orchestra One-shot

As requested by anon, here you go. Crush = Y/C/N You = Y/N

*Gender neutral pronouns for you & crush.

As the orchestra teacher stood on the podium, the class silenced. “I have finally got to grading the first and second violin chairs,” he began, and my anxiety started seeping in. The whole class will know how bad I’ve done, I should’ve practiced more… ugh. This is going to be terrible. “In the first chair, first violin, we have Alyssa,” To nobody’s surprise, of course. He continued down the list, naming off the first violins. And then, he got to the second violin section. Oh dear. “In first chair, we have Olivia,” a minor cheer was let from her on her first chair victory, “in second we have Travis, and in third we have (y/c/n).” He flipped to the next paper, and read, “Next to (y/c/n), we have (y/n), and behind them we have…” my mind went blank. 4th chair? How? I made so many mistakes! As soon as I took my seat and came back to reality, I realized almost instantly that I was sitting next to my crush. “Congrats” he offered as I shifted in my seat. “Uh.. thanks.” I felt the blood rushing to my face. “Now that the violins have been seated, please get out Nañigo.” I shuffled for the piece in my folder, and set it on the stand. As the orchestra teacher counted us off, we began playing. I immediately started slurring my bowing and had to recollect myself before I got too far off. I synced into the smooth melody of my stand partner, and suddenly we were connected. The way our bows brushed against the strings in complete parallel was beautiful, and in that moment time seemed to have halted. The song came to a close, and my hand grew weary of long vibrato, but my posture never wavered. After the class had ended, they came up to me and congratulated me. “Hey…”, they said as I was packing up my instrument. “Oh, hi.” I replied, sliding my bow in the case. “You sounded really good, y'know.. maybe you could tutor me?” I froze in my place. “Oh, um, sure!” I replied quickly, clicking my case shut. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I picked up my instrument and walked over to my violin locker. “Does Friday at 5 work?” They said, following me to my locker. “Yeah, sure.” I accidentally dropped my music, and as I bend down to pick it up they put a hand on my shoulder. “I got it.” They said, bending down and getting my music. “Oh, um.. thank you.” I smile and put it back in my locker. “So Friday, it’s a date then?” They reply. I froze, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, did I say somethin-” they start. “No.. no you’re fine… I… I’ve just liked you for a while now and I never thought you’d think the same of me?” I say, standing awkwardly. They place a steady hand onto the lockers behind my head and pins me to the wall, leaning in for a kiss. I freeze, but then quickly replicate the action. It’s brief, but it’s enough. “So.. Friday?” They say, caressing my hand with their thumb. “Defiantly.”

lmao sorry if it sucked