Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟭𝟰𝟴] ⚠️ Bᴇɢɪɴ Aɢᴀɪɴ

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

Song: "Begin Again (Taylor's Version)" - Taylor Swift

sorry it's been a while i've had mock exams, college applications n my other book

⚠️self-harm, home issues⚠️

- written by a fully recovered self-harmer

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When Y/N's "friends" decided that they would humiliate her in front of the entire school, she hadn't been surprised, but she most definitely had been upset. It wasn't exactly a nice thing to reveal to an entire body of people that someone self-harmed by pulling up their sleeves in front of an assembly, but Y/N had seen it coming. She knew it had simply been a matter of when.

After that, exactly what she had expected to happened. She cried her heart out in the toilets, went home early, and took the rest of the week off. Then when she returned, everyone- well, not everyone, but enough people for it to be noticeable- looked at her whenever she walked by. A couple of the bolder younger years even approached her and asked her for a second scar reveal. She had ignored them and pushed past in order to get to her lesson.

When lunchtime came- well, that was when hell really broke loose internally for her. Everywhere to sit was taken by friend groups who had claimed their spot at the beginning of the year, and it was agonising walking past her old table, where all her old friends sat laughing with each other. Deciding to take a look at the outside eating options, Y/N headed out on to the quad. The tables and benches were all full out there as well- except for one. But not even that table was an option, because that was where C/N sat.

C/N had isolated himself right from the very beginning of first year. He didn't talk to people, and he made it clear he didn't want people to talk to him. Everyone had figured out that there was some shit going on at home for him, and some even dared to ask. Although, each and every one of those people had ended up beaten up, so people stopped asking.

After taking another look at her surroundings, Y/N decided she wasn't quite ready to take the hit and eat in the toilets, so bravely approached C/N's table. He looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in and furrowed his eyebrows as she walked towards him. Her courage was purely fuelled by the fact she couldn't be any more humiliated than she already was, and so she sat down as far away from him on the table as was possible.

She didn't even acknowledge him as she pulled out her lunchbox and earphones, and to her surprise, he made no comment.

Silence with C/N was how her break times and lunchtimes went for the course of that week, until the next Monday when she finally decided to say something. "Fruitella?" she said, holding up the pink-coloured packet towards him.

He gave her a side glance, "No thanks."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged, before falling back into the usual silence.

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Wearing white on the Tuesday apparently hadn't been the wisest idea, as a nightmare first year brought in water balloons and filled them all up at break. Y/N was one of the unlucky victims, and while her main torso was covered by the baggy black shirt she wore, her arms could be seen through the long sleeve white shirt underneath. The pink lines dotted along her skin could be seen, and while everyone knew they existed, she still hated them being visible.

Multiple students were stopping and staring; tears were pricking at her eyes as the overwhelming feeling of worthlessness bubbled inside. That was until C/N appeared out of nowhere and took off his zip-up hoodie, wrapping it around her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise, hesitantly pushing her arms into the sleeves.