Crush x Reader One-Shots

✏ Together Again

Hello guys. I'm back. Yes I am living. I'm sorry for slow updates. I am apparently taking summer school, but hey! I only have this week and I'm done. But I'll be a bit busy after fourth of July weekend too. I'll be going to work. So slow updates much. Sorry for the inconvenience, but here is another crush x reader.

➡Request: -DarkVampire
~Song: We Don't Have To Dance - Andy Black (btw, if you know the song, I love you even more ヽ(^。^)丿) If it doesn't work for you, listen to "Once I was Seven Years Old"
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Record scratch; Steve Miller Band
Tattooed necks and tattooed hands
Oh, how don't you drown in a rain storm?
Fresh regrets, vodka sweats
The sun is down and we're bound to get
Exhausted and so far from the shore

(Y/n) and (c/n) have been dating for a year now. Nothing could break them apart. Until (y/n) had learned the hard truth about what had been going on with him and (r/n).

On a Friday afternoon; before (y/n) left from school, (c/n) came up to her and began walking with her. "Hey (y/n)? I have to tell you something. And I hope you'll do better than I have ever done. But I have to break up with you. I'm sorry. But I met someone better." (Y/n) wasn't shocked at all and took it very well.

Though her heart longed for him, but it was time for her to move on with her life.

You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
Literal hell.

During her 8th grade year, she was surprised to find (c/n) dating (r/n). Which made the rumors true.

No matter how much she wanted to avoid it all, and cry; she still held it in and stayed strong for (c/n). Knowing he was happy and that if he was happy, she was happy. She walked off, not knowing the sad look (c/n) had in his eyes.

We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance

It was now a new year for (y/n). She was a freshman in (high school's name). Nothing bad happened. But it started off better than her 6th grade year. And the week had gotten better when her and (c/n) started talking to each other again. Just like old times.

"Hey (y/n)." (C/n) said as he sat beside her assigned seat. She smiled and waved to (c/n). "Hey (c/n)!" He waved back, with a small chuckle. "How have you been (y/n). Its been awhile since we last spoke with each other, hasn't it?"

(Y/n) laughed it off as she hit his shoulder playfully. "Shut up (c/n). It was a busy junior high year for me. As a national junior honors society, I was taking the lead to come up with the theme for our 8th grade promotion ceremony. And studied for all the exams. Well for the classes that I would take in high school. Sorry for my rambling (c/n). Anyway, how about you? How are you holding up (n/n)?" {BTW, (n/n) means nickname. n.n}

Bottles smash, I raise my hand
How can you all even stand it
Why is there joy in this poison, oh
Faking smiles and confidence
Driving miles to capture this excitement
I can't take anymore, oh