crush
/krəSH/
noun
a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.
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life is full of crush's, why not write about them? everyone has them.
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in wh...
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THE GIRL SAT in the small, quiet space, content with the equations in front of her. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and tried to push away her thoughts. Lately she'd been getting visions, of the future, vibes almost, but they were terrible. Visions or her loved ones, team flash, everyone dying.
She was one of the original members of Team Flash. While she wouldn't say it out loud - too stubborn to admit it - she'd grown feelings for a certain vibing dork; who she just so happened to have to same powers as.
She'd have nightmares about her losing control and her dark side coming through, hurting him. Her snapping his neck with ease, her dropping a shipping container on him, them falling through the air and her not being able to save them. At least then they'd die together.
She frustratingly hit the ground - trying to get the visions to stop - hard enough to draw blood on her knuckles. She gasped at her own actions, the aggressiveness she had just shown. She looked down in terror, feeling as if the dark visions of her emotionlessly killing her friends, Cisco, we're starting to unfold.
Her thoughts were interrupted as someone abruptly opened the door to the closet she was in. He looked down at her, confusion and concern laced in his face, as he looked between her terrorized face and her blooded hands.
"[Y/n], are you ok?" He asked falling to his hands and knees to help the girl. She just sat there, blank faced, as her worst nightmare was coming true. She'd had a vision of this exact situation. Her being terrified of what she was becoming, Cisco finding her and trying to help, her lifting him up and-
"Hey, [Y/n], what's going on?" He asked in a soft voice.
There was a lump in her throat as she knew what was going to happen next. She scrambled backwards on her hands and knees, despite the storage closet being small, she'd managed to get a good distance away from her crush.
"G-Get aw-way!" She croaked out of her dry throat.
"[Y/n] what's happening?" He asked concerned.
"I... I don't want to hurt you." She said sadly, the various ways she had in her visions.
"You won't hurt me!" He said with a light chuckle. "Come here." He replied standing. She slowly lifted her body from her previous cowering position, still shaking, she grabbed his out reached hand.
They were callused, but soft at the same time. She pursed her lips together as a small scarlet blush appeared on her cheeks.
Cisco lead her to a table in his workshop where a first aid kit was located.
