Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Pickleball

Y/N = Your Name
C/N = Crush Name
BSF/N = Best Friend Name
F/N = Friend Name
E/N = Enemy's Name
N/N = Nickname
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color
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I grip the paddle in my hand, feeling a mix of determination and nerves. It's my first time playing pickleball, and I'm pretty sure I've already established myself as a disaster waiting to happen. BSF/N and F/N are on the other side of the net, teasing me between giggles as I try to get the hang of the game.

"Just take it easy, Y/N," BSF/N says, trying to stifle her laughter. "You don't have to hit the ball like it's a home run."

I nod, determined to keep my cool. "Okay, okay, I've got this," I say, more to myself than to them. I line up my shot as the ball bounces toward me, and with all the focus I can muster, I swing the paddle.

*CRACK.*

The ball flies through the air... a little too high. And a little too hard.

"Uh, Y/N," F/N says, her eyes wide as she watches the ball's trajectory. "That's not gonna—"

Before I can fully process where the ball is headed, there's a sudden thud followed by an audible "Ow!" from another court.

I freeze. "Oopsies."

F/N and BSF/N are already in fits of laughter, and my stomach drops as I realize what just happened.

"Please tell me I didn't just—" I turn to see who I hit, my face turning red with embarrassment.

Sure enough, there on the next court, C/N is rubbing the back of his head, glaring down at the rogue pickleball that just nailed him. He's playing a casual game with his friends, who are all now snickering at his expense.

My heart skips a beat. Of all people, it had to be him.

"Sorry!" I yell across the court, waving my arms frantically. "I didn't see you there!"

C/N turns around, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well, clearly," he says, though his grin is starting to spread across his face.

I can feel my face burning as I rush over to him. "Are you okay?" I ask, wincing at the sight of him still rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, but the smirk on his face tells me he's about to give me a hard time. "I just wasn't aware that I needed to wear protective gear to play pickleball."

I roll my eyes, trying not to laugh. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to hit you."

His friends are still chuckling, and one of them calls out, "Hey, at least she's got good aim!"

C/N raises an eyebrow at me, his grin widening. "I don't know about that," he teases, "but you've definitely got some power behind that swing."

I bite my lip, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I guess pickleball just isn't my sport."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Maybe just... try not to take out any more innocent bystanders in the process?"

I groan, covering my face with my hands. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"Probably not," C/N says, his tone playful. "But hey, you've given me a reason to pay closer attention next time we're both at the court."

I drop my hands and meet his eyes. My heart skips again, but this time for a different reason.

"Just don't stand too close next time," I say, laughing awkwardly.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says with a wink before heading back to his game, leaving me standing there, flustered and trying not to smile too wide.