#crush imagine

[theynlife]

And suddenly, every novel was about you.

[milkchocolate-e]

Imagine loving someone to the point you mindlessly write you guys initials together and doodle small hearts around their name with a goofy smile planted on your face.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

ᥴᥣoυdყ wιth ᥲ ᥴhᥲᥒᥴᥱ ᥱᥒᥴoυᥒtᥱr

Pairing: Ian Castillo x reader (Ian belongs to vivinofun on insta)

Genre: Fluff, First Meeting, College AU

Warnings: None

Word count: 390

☄. *. ⋆ 「7:14pm」 - Wet arrows pelted at your skin from above. If not, for the fact that you were running late and forgot to check the weather, you wouldn't be hastily trudging for cover. Your last lecture of the evening ran longer than anticipate. You initially planned on stopping at the library however the gentle plucking turned effervescent pitter-patter within seconds.

It was just your luck that you'd forgotten your umbrella in your dorm room. By no means were you dressed for such a downpour either. Clamminess along your arms proved vexing even as you scrapped your original destination. Your pace quickened in tandem with rain drumming the ill-lit sidewalk and foliage.

Your long-sleeved shirt clung to you as feeble attempts were made to wipe the rain from dripping in your eyes and mouth. Standing impatiently at the crosswalk, your thoughts of a warm shower and your cozy blankets kept you to a small extent inattentive of your moistened footwear.

You shuddered, a sixth sense coursed through your nerves. A feeling of deja vu.

You cocked your head upward to see the underside of someone's black umbrella. Muffled tapping met the fabric above accompanied by a deep voice.

"Here." His British accent slipping.

Metal snake bite piercings reflect the gleam from the street lamps. A septum ring hung from his nose as his under eye bags suggested sleepless nights.

Your eyes narrowed. "Wait, I recognize you. We share an art class together. You're..."

"Ian. I sit two seats ahead of you." He nods. Underneath his hooded flannel, his black framed glasses and fair complexion had a subtle rosey hue. His black hair spills onto his forhead, overshadowing his brows.

"I, uh, appreciate your help, so, thanks anyways." The corners of your mouth quirked up at him. "I'll pay you back for this. Coffee tomorrow morning, maybe?"

White neon light illuminated the pedestrian signal. Ian handed off his umbrella to you as you tilted it up to see him better. He gave a half-smile looking down at you before planting his foot on his skateboard, ready to push off.

"Sounds fun. Just don't forget my umbrella."

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[aluvrsmusical]

〈 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."

[i-lik3-to-write]

You lie on the thin mattress, your lifelong love sitting next to you and as you gaze at them you think back on your life with them… You sit in the passenger seat of their car as they drive down the seemingly never-ending road, all the windows down and the wind blowing through your hair and you look over at them and they look gorgeous as the light of the setting sun grazes their skin. You think to yourself that you never want to know a day without them on this earth. You get pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of someone rubbing your hand you look to see who and see that its your oldest child. They smile at you fondly and you return the gesture to them as you gaze off into space thinking about the day they were born… You wake up in the middle of the night and feel liquid pooled around you and you realize it was your water breaking. You grab your phone and check the time to see that it was 7:30 in the morning so your s/o was already at work. You called your best friend to take you to the hospital. On the way you call your s/o and they say they’ll meet you at the hospital. When you arrive you notice that they’re already there and looking very stressed out. Some nurses get you a wheelchair and take you to a room and get you all checked in. You’re lying on the bed and every time there’s a contraction you tighten your hold on your lovers hand, and they just take it and squeeze back reassuringly. When the doctor comes in not the long after the meds are given he gives you a smile and tells you it’s time to start pushing. The whole time that you’re screaming your s/o is holding your hand and whispering sweetly to you. Eventually you hear those telltale baby cries, the doctor gives you your baby boy and you’re looking at him with fat tears welling in your eyes when you hear a sniffle, you look at your s/o and they’re almost sobbing while looking at the darling creature. Once again you’re pulled out of your thought but this time much more aggressively than before and this time you open your eyes fully and look around you and notice everything. Your s/o and your son sitting on either side of you and they’re crying with tears running down their faces. There’s about three or four doctors around you with clipboards. You look into your s/o’s eyes again and they’re nodding their head whispering that its gonna be ok. That they’re gonna be okay. So you stop trying to keep your eyes open and let the fall closed softly.

[causualatiny]

Crush scenarios 💓✨🥰

Hello!!! Time for some crush scenarios!!! If anyone wants me to write any crush scenario for them, I’m here!!!

[mr-malumm]

Stayed gone but vox narrates his passive aggressive insecure ass scrolling text from the bottom of his broadcast 👊💥📺

[nenoname]

Stan Pines' drawings

Plus a Stan drawing of debatable canonicity but I love his signature being a dollar sign

[sapphikatara]

zuko is already a hilarious character but he becomes even funnier if you give him a crush on sokka

[theynlife]

#2: Drunk Nights

Summary: College!Y/n gets a little too wasted and gets an offer to stay with c/n for the night

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, that’s about as bad as it gets

B/n - boy’s name

N/n - nickname

E/c - eye color

Of all the papers I had to write in the coming weeks, exams to study for, and packing to do before heading back home from college, I somehow found myself tonight crammed into a dorm room packed like a can of sardines, trying to soak up the last ounce of the semester.

F/n and I loved to sit together and share a drink occasionally, but tonight was special—we wanted to have a good time before parting ways for the next couple of months. What started as a small gathering of close friends on a Saturday night quickly spiraled into something much larger. Word got out, and soon friends of friends began pouring through the door. Before long, the room was out of seats, out of standing room, and buzzing with chatter and laughter.

Despite the spatial discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile when a few familiar faces from my English class—B/n/1, B/n/2, and c/n—managed to slip in just before the room hit capacity. I was mid-laugh when I felt a hand land gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, n/n, is it cool if I sit next to you?” c/n asked, his tone easy and warm.

I grinned, already several shots in and feeling a bit bubbly. “Absolutely! What’ve you been up to tonight, c/n?”

He settled on the floor near my chair, leaning in slightly. “We were just hanging out in my room but figured we’d check out the commotion. B/n/1 seemed especially eager to get here,” he added, gesturing toward the duo sitting shoulder to shoulder on F/n’s bed, grins plastered on their faces.

I let out a laugh, my gaze following his. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the feeling’s mutual. F/n’s been hoping he’d show up since people started piling in about an hour ago.”

C/n raised an eyebrow at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Feigning shock, I placed a hand dramatically on my chest. “Would I lie about something like that?”

We both burst into laughter, barely able to catch our breaths before the room’s noise swept us back into the atmosphere.

As the night went on, c/n and I found ourselves grabbing drinks and keeping tabs on the budding connection between B/n/1 and F/n. They seemed more comfortable with each passing minute, but before long, I realized I was feeling the effects of the evening. My gaze had drifted to the outdated popcorn ceiling, and I caught myself staring at it for what must have been minutes before c/n waved a hand in front of my face.

“You in there, y/n?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I blinked a few times, trying to snap back to reality. “Never better,” I slurred, forcing a grin to mask how far gone I really was.

He stood and extended a hand toward me. “Why don’t we get you back? It’s getting late, and I’m starting to think these lovebirds might just be here forever.” He nodded toward B/n/1 and F/n, now sitting with an arm around her shoulders.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, only for the room to tilt and spin. My balance faltered, and I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He caught me easily, his grip firm but gentle.

Once I steadied, we made our way out of the room, but I barely managed two steps down the staircase before stumbling forward again. C/n’s arm wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. Without a word, he shifted my arm across his shoulders, supporting me as we descended the stairs.

“C/n?” I murmured, my voice weak.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it back to my dorm.”

I kept my head down, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. He paused, scanning me carefully before speaking. “Do you need a place to crash? My roommate’s gone for the weekend—you’re welcome to stay in my room.”

My brows lifted at the offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

He frowned slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, you’re never a bother to me.”

Slowly, he guided me down the final flight of stairs and into his dorm. I noticed the neatly arranged door decorations as he opened the door and led me inside, sitting me gently on his bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rummaging through his desk.

I gave a faint smile. “Right now? Great. Tomorrow morning? Probably not so much.”

He chuckled at my response, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and filling a glass of water. Handing them to me, he said, “Here—this might help a little.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, touched by the small gesture. While I might have thought to drink some water on my own, the ibuprofen was a stroke of genius. As I sipped the water, he grabbed his own bottle and sat down across from me.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the noise of the party far behind us.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” I said softly. “If you want to go back to the party, I’d understand.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be here with you.”

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart skipping at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, I was speechless, the weight of his words hanging between us.

Before I could respond, he stood and began tidying up. He set up a blanket on the futon, flattening it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You can take the bed,” he said simply. “I’ll sleep here.”

As he reached to turn off the lamp, I caught his wrist, stopping him.

“You don’t have to stay on the futon.”

“I’m not making you sleep there.”

“I know.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

His gaze darkened, studying me for a long moment before he nodded and slid under the covers beside me. We lay face-to-face, the room dim and quiet.

“What’s holding you back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, his voice barely audible. “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to violate your trust. You’re drunk, and I—”

Before he could finish, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. His initial shock melted away as he brought a hand to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. Our movements were slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken emotion. When I pulled back, I searched his face, my voice barely above a whisper.

“We don’t need to do anything. I just want you here with me.”

[snowsinterlude]

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."

[mischievous-thunder]

If truth be told, Logan secretly believes that Wade is a 💯

[rumble-bee-art]

a local homosexual deals with an unfortunate crush by chewing on his hair and contemplating murder (we’ve all been there)

[katszumi]

“have you seen the abs on that man?” hagakure sat across of you. “sexy on a stick, i swear!” she giggles. she was going on and on about the guy that starred in the superman movie you girls put on last night. henry cavill was his name.

mina agrees with her statement with a nod. “he’s the hottest white man i’ve ever seen before.”

“sure, he was hot, but are we forgetting the misogynist comments he’s made? sexy is one thing, but being controversial is a whole ‘nother thing.” uraraka inserted her input.

“oh, please. i’d cook and clean for him anyday he asks.” mina retorted. both uraraka and yaoyorozu shake their head in shame.

“speaking of controversial.” uraraka murmurs under her breath, you peer over your shoulder, wondering the intent of her statement.

you notice bakugou making his way over to your desk, his eyes planted on you and you only. you shift uncomfortably. why the hell would he be coming to you? did you do something?

once he makes his way to your desk, you look up at him with a half smile.

“hey, bakugou. what’s up?”

his eyes analyze the other girls before looking back down on you.

“my pencil?”

you flutter your lashes at him. “pencil..?” you repeated in a trance of confusion.

he groans. “the fuckin’ pencil i gave you last week. i need it back.”

now it all clicks. you nod, laughing nervously because of your stupidity. you reach in your backpack and grab the black mechanical pencil that you forgot to lend back to bakugou.

your arm extends to the male in front of you, waiting for him to snatch it back.

“sorry.”

he gently grasped onto the pencil, his hand brushing against your fingers for a small moment.

“it’s whatever. just rather not be the one to find you after i lent you something.” he shoved the pencil in his pants pockets, leaving his hands in there. “that’s one of the last pencils i have.”

you shoot your eyebrows up in defense, quickly lowering them after. your eyes falling down to your desk for comfort.

“well, hope you take care of that one.” it was a half-joke. a lame one, might you add. you were just unsure on what to say. especially since it seemed like bakugou was lingering around your desk. as if he didn’t want to return to his seat just yet.

“so, what’d you score on your test?”

“ah…it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t horrible.”

“well?” was he really desperate to know that bad? you knew bakugou was smart, so he probably only wanted to know so it could boost his ego.

you rubbed your arm out of shame. “a seventy-nine.” you stared at his face to recognize any humility or laughter, but there was none.

he shrugged. “should’ve asked for my help if you needed it.”

right. you almost forgot that bakugou offered to help you study and go over notes with him for the next test. it was such an out-of-bakugou thing to do that you nearly didn’t take him serious.

you nodded slowly, processing his information.

“i was planning on making it up, so maybe for that.”

“fine.” his short one-worded response was dull. but what else did you really expect? “next time, don’t steal my pencil.” was his last comment before leaving your presence.

you sat in your thoughts, reeling the conversation back in your mind. what the hell just happened? it was the most simple yet confusing conversation you’ve ever had. was bakugou joking with you or was he seriously irritated with the pencil situation?

regardless, you made a mental note that bakugou was very protective over his mechanical pencils.

once bakugou returned to his seat, he unzipped his backpack, secretly opening his pencil box. within the box were a collection of pencils. there were so many pencils that he could give one to all of class 1a and 1b and still have few left.

aside sat denki who was clearly peeking inside of bakugou’s bag.

“damn, bakubro. you saving up pencils for a potential pencil outage or something?” it’s denki. of course, he never used his inside voice.

“i will literally blow you out this fuckin’ window and across the lot.” bakugou turns his head immediately, a faint pink blush spreading across the apples of his cheek.

bakugou just didn’t want you to know that the pencil was obviously an excuse to talk to you.

pt 2 of the study sesh

[causualatiny]

HELLO ATTENTION ALL TUMBLRSSS!

TAKING REQUESTS ❤️❤️❤️

I am back to start writing again! I know I have not been on here for a while, but I want to start writing! You can ask me to write anything and I will try my best to do it!

[technically-human]

Bisexual crisis Crystal edition