Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟳] 🧸 Rᴜɢʙʏ

Y/N - Your Name
C/N - Crush's Name
B/N - Best Friend's Name
C/B/N - Crush's Best Friend's Name

Song: "Loving Is Easy" - Rex Orange County & Benny Sings

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It was Winter. And it was absolutely chucking it down with rain as it always seems to do in bloody England. Unfortunately, our PE teachers decided we'd still go out to have a huge game of rugby on the muddy upper field. Let's be honest here, I was probably going to freeze to death. The only jumpers allowed on during PE were the specific school ones and I didn't own one.

But I didn't have a choice, so I sat in the entrance of my changing rooms and forcefully pulled on my silver football boots. They were a bit tight but gratefully not to the point where it was uncomfortable so they'd be fine. I would have ran down to the field to warm up however in studs it was way too risky for me to slip as the ground leading there was concrete, meaning I had to make do with wrapping my arms round me and shivering.

B/N and I walked down together, clinging to each other for warmth even though affection isn't something we'd normally partake in. You gotta do what you gotta do when it's cold. On the field already was a lot of the try hard boys- including my long term crush of C/N. He was wrestling with his friends and getting mud all over his clothes, somehow keeping his head clear.

Of course, my friends are the exact type to wrestle as well, so the second they arrived on the premises I found myself being thrown to the ground. "Oh it's fucking on!" I yelled, hopping back up with a new found rush of energy and charging at the friend who just tackled me, who now wasn't looking. I pulled off a beautiful rugby tackle leaving B/N on the ground in a mud patch, allowing me to roly poly over her and back into a standing position.

Thankfully I didn't need to start pegging it as the teachers called together all the classes to sort us into teams.

We were separated into two huge teams of sixty, making us all grateful that we had such a big field to play on. Another catch in the game was that there would be three balls in the mix, just to keep things interesting. Playing with the tall over-muscled boys was probably going to kill me, as while I am not weak I am very small.

The game began, and most of the time the others didn't pass to me which made it easy for me to look like I was doing something to the teachers by just keeping up with one of the balls at any given time. Of course, there came an instance where one of my team members had been tackled and was presenting the ball, where I was the only one with a small enough distance to take it in time. So, naturally, I did. Tucking it under my arm, I started sprinting the direction of the other side. People started chasing me, but I think a lot of the boys were too awkward to tackle me because of my size.

That meant pretty much only the girls and smaller boys were chasing me.

One of the county rugby players that was on my team had started running for a try, too, meaning most focus was on him because of how skilled he was. This allowed me to weave between others and throw back the ball to B/N, who had opportunity to go through a space untouched before throwing it back to me and allowing me to dive forward and press the ball just after the line.

To my dismay, I noticed that C/N's attention had been not on the county rugby player, but me. At least you didn't muck up. While that maybe true I am now covered in mud, and I don't think it's necessarily a great look. The teachers provided a great distraction when they blew the whistle, signalling the end of the lesson and so forth the match.

"God, Y/N, you look so cold," C/N commented as he levelled footsteps with me while we began our trek back to the school changing rooms.

"I wonder why," I sarcastically replied, wrapping my arms round myself tighter, "The only point where I ran in the lesson was at the end."

He nodded a bit, "You're actually really good at rugby, and I'd let you wear my jumper if I had one."

"Well, it's the thought that counts," I blushed, watching my feet as they walked awkwardly in their studs on the gravel path.

I heard him hum gently, before I felt an arm wrap around my cold body and pull me into a warm side. "Is that better?" C/N asked, placing his hand on the dip of my waist.

With my thoughts too far away in dreamworld I couldn't quite respond, but felt myself leaning into my own personal radiator. God I love you, C/N.

"W-What?" I heard him fumble over his words. Shit, did I say that out loud? Oh God, oh God, oh God...

"U-uh I mean -uh..." I started rambling, trying to find a way to explain the situation.

"I love you too," he cut me off, making my glossy eyes widen.

My lips curled up into a half-awkward smile, his grip on my waist tightening.

He chuckled, "Now, walk a little faster, I can't have my girlfriend freezing her ass off."

This boy was gonna be the death of me...

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