Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Football Fanatic

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 pull up to C/N's apartment, the excitement already buzzing in my chest. Today's the day—the big game. I adjust the jersey of my favorite college team, feeling the familiar comfort of the fabric. It's always been tradition to watch the game with friends, but today is different. C/N invited me, and I'm not sure what that means. We've always gotten along, but lately, I've caught him looking at me in ways that make my heart race.

BSF/N is beside me, decked out in her own team's colors. "You ready for this?" She asks, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, absolutely," I say with a smile. "Let's just hope C/N can handle my team wiping the floor with his."

We reach the door, and as soon as it swings open, C/N is standing there in his team's jersey, looking way too good for a casual football watch party. His eyes flicker to me and widen slightly when he sees my jersey.

"Of course," he says, grinning as he steps aside to let us in. "You just had to wear that."

"You know I don't play around on game day," I say with a smirk, making my way into the living room where CBSF/N is already sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh great, we've got rivals in the house," CBSF/N says, pointing between me and C/N. "This should be fun."

The room is filled with our friends, pizza boxes scattered on the coffee table, and various jerseys representing rival teams. I sit down next to BSF/N, while C/N takes the other spot next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine. There's a flutter in my stomach, but I shake it off.

This is about football, not feelings.

The game starts, and as the plays unfold, the room fills with groans, cheers, and occasional shouts. For the most part, I stay quiet, watching intently, but then my team fumbles the ball.

"COME ON!" I yell, jumping off the couch. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Everyone goes silent for a second, and I realize the room is staring at me. Slowly, I sit back down, trying to ignore the heat rising to my face.

C/N smirks, but before he can say anything, the other team is about to make a pass. I'm back on my feet, hands in the air. "INTERCEPT IT! INTERCEPT IT!"

The room erupts in laughter as I nearly trip over the coffee table, yelling at the TV like the players can hear me.

C/N is practically doubled over, shaking his head. "Y/N, you're killing me," he says between laughs. "You're normally so quiet."

"Not during football season," I mutter, my heart still racing from the intensity of the play. I sit back down, arms crossed, trying to act normal.

"I think I like this side of you," he says, his grin softening into something more sincere. He leans closer, his shoulder pressing into mine. "You should get fired up more often."

My heart skips a beat as I glance up at him, our eyes locking for just a second longer than usual. I try to focus back on the game, but the warmth spreading through me has nothing to do with my team's play.

***

The game presses on, tension building as the teams battle it out. I'm still buzzing from yelling at the screen, but then it happens—C/N's team makes a break. Their quarterback throws a perfect pass, and before I can even register what's happening, the wide receiver is sprinting down the field. I hold my breath.