Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟰𝟬] 🧸 Kɪᴄᴋʙᴏxɪɴɢ

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name

Song: "Mardy Bum" - Arctic Monkeys

if it wasn't for corona i'd be doing kickboxing on sundays and wednesdays :/

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Y/N loved going kickboxing, although not for the reasons one might think. While she thoroughly enjoyed sparring and her instructor was both funny and friendly, the reason that made her truly adore attending was a person. Who was that person? Well, I think that's pretty obvious. It was her crush, C/N. She only ever got to see him at kickboxing.

She had it tonight, and so was very eager to change into her black gear and tie around her black belt. Having been doing this since she was little, she had already achieved a personalised belt but was still working towards going through the ten levels of dans. Currently, she was a second dan.

Grabbing a water bottle and her bag of gloves, helmet and foot guards, Y/N hopped into the passenger seat of the car where her dad was already waiting.

He dropped her off, and she dawdled inside full of excitement and butterflies. She always felt like this whenever she would get to see C/N.

Sure enough, he was already inside warming up by the wall. The second she entered, he smiled warmly at her and paused his actions as he waited for her to head over. "Good evening, Y/N," he said.

"Hi..." she blushed, "Uh... how've you been?"

"Alright, I suppose," he shrugged, "Been kinda drowning in school work."

"Haven't we all," she said with a chuckle.

The instructor suddenly called from the front of the padded room, "Alright, class. Everyone in lines."

Everyone in the room lined up before bowing respectfully at their instructor, C/N standing beside Y/N as he usually did. The warm up began, and as she glanced shyly at him throughout she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes were cast dead ahead and he never looked at her. There was no way in hell he returned the feelings, he never gave off any signs of doing so.

After an exhausting half hour of exercise and stretching, everyone paired up and grabbed pads and gloves from across the room. Like usual, C/N and Y/N were together. They were the same age and had started about the same time as each other, so they had grown quite close over the past decade. Gosh, had it really been that long? Half of those ten years she had spent having a crush on him.

They began with some simple combinations of jabs, crosses, hooks, uppercuts and backfists. (Different kinds of punches.) Y/N was the first one punching, while C/N held the pads out and moved them about in various ways to get her thinking on the spot. Punches were her speciality, and they almost always landed hard. C/N's speciality, however, was kicks. But they were working on punches at that moment, so when C/N had his go Y/N playfully teased them for not being as powerful as hers.

"No need to make fun of me..." he huffed, but just then the teacher announced to begin working on axe kicks so his eyes lit up cheekily. Y/N gulped. (An axe kick is when you swing your leg up and around what you want to kick and then push it down like an axe on intended victim.)

As per usual, his kicks were precise and powerful. And while Y/N's were much better than your average person's, they were still marginally worse than his. Cue his turn to gloat and tease.

Soon enough, the end-of-lesson sparring session began. The pair were geared up and well protected. The instructor had them line up in two lines opposite each other and then step one to the left to find their new partner. While they both sparred other members of their club, Y/N couldn't help but get distracted at C/N's gorgeous focused face.

Her partners attempted to use her distracted demeanour to their advantage, but she was a higher belt than most of them and had quicker reaction times whether she was distracted or not.

But eventually it came for her turn to spar with C/N.

"Ready for a battle, m'lady?" he said while doing the customary bow and touching of gloves.

"Always, good sir," she smiled back. (By the way, in my club we aren't allowed to do full contact so we usually don't wear gum shields.)

The instructor began the timer, and playful banter ensued between the sparring youths. "Might wanna watch where you step, m'lady," C/N lamented, "Would be a shame if someone were to trip you up accidentally."

Hopping over his low kick, she countered with, "Oh, no, good sir, I believe it's you who needs to be careful. Would be awful if someone were to ruin your handsome face."

She successfully landed a punch, making him step back and scoff, "M'lady, you admitted I was handsome, so that was a win-win situation."

"Do you want me to think your handsome, good sir?" Y/N said, ducking from one of his hooks.

"Maybe I do, m'lady," he smiled cockily, "Maybe I do."

"Do tell me, good sir, why is that?" she went for a sidekick.

C/N stepped right into her personal space bubble, Y/N sensing she should lower her guard. "Because it would be a shame if the girl I loved thought I was ugly, m'lady."

Her cheeks flushed red, but she still managed to say, "Well, good sir, it's a lucky thing that she doesn't think your ugly and also returns the feelings."

"'Tis a good thing indeed," he said at a whisper level, just before the teacher announced the lesson's end.

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today's fun fact about moi:~

i'm an atheist, but i still respect that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs as long as those beliefs don't offend anyone else

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