《crush imagines》my fairy
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JUST KILL ME ALREADY SJGNDKSBE
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and for some stupid reason, italics doesn't work.
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C/n comes home from work, grinning whilst staring into my e/c eyes.
"What'd you do now?" I ask him, crossing my arms into my chest. He smirks, lightly grabbing my cheeks and pressing his soft lips to mine.
Shocked, I slowly wrap my arms around his neck. "I have a surprise..." He mumbles against my lips.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" I ask him. He turns me around, covering my eyes with a blindfold and leading me.
We walk from the mud room to the kitchen, or so I assumed. "Uh C/n, what're we doing in the kitchen?" I ask him, hearing him shuffling through a box of granola bars... I think.
"I'm hungry so I'm grabbing a chocolate chip granola bar." He says. "Are you grabbing one for me too?" I ask him, linking my arms into his.
"Oh uh... of course! I'd never forget about your stomach." I slap his arm. "What was that for?!" He chuckles. "Being a meanie."
•skip de time•
"Okay now watch out, we're getting in the car." My feet flail around before finding the step and stepping onto it.
I hear C/n chuckle and slap his man boobs (aka pecks...).
"Ouch." He mumbles while he buckles me in. "C/nnnn, hurry I wanna watch tv!" I playfully yell.
I feel him rub my thigh before closing the passenger side door. "You are one confusing man..." I mumble as he makes his way to his side.
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"You are gonna love this!" He tells me.
After about half an hour of driving he finally picks me up bridal style and carries me around.
He puts me down, sliding the scarf off, revealing the old camp we went to.
I cross my arms. "And may you tell me why you brought me here?" I ask him.
He smiles, intertwining our hands together. "This was where we first met. Remember, I was your camp crush in when I was in grade eight and you were in grade 5."
And then a flashback came back to me.
"The only reason I didn't tell you was because it was fun teasing you." He grins. "Well guess who found out anyways!" I giggle.
"I thought you were so cute cause you were all small and rosy cheeked." He says.
"Well, I wasn't. I was horrifying!"
"Next stop!" He says, reblindfolding me. "Ugh. I hate this."
We drive for another 30 minutes and make it to my old school.
He unblinded me and hugged the back of me. "This is where we'd sit at different tables, just staring at each other." He says, grinning.
Old school by Hedley comes on, as I automatically start crying.
"C/n, you know this makes me cry." I tell him. He embraces me, kissing my forehead. "It's our song." He says.
The next place he brings me is on top of a mountain, viewing the whole city.
"Lemme guess. First date?" He gives me a quick peck. "Mhm." He mumbles into my neck.
"Okay but what are we doing?" I ask him, still confused. "We'll get to that." He tells me. I groan.
"C'mon, next place." I nod my head and put the blindfold back on.
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Last place we go is a forest, with fairy lights and Polaroids we've taken over the years. The clovers surrounding us and everything.
He pulls out his guitar and begins singing a beautiful song.
"You are my fairy..." He goes on one knee, and pulls out a velvet box, pulling it open revealing a diamond ring, glimmering in the remaining light. I gasp, covering my mouth. Tears begin streaming down my face.
"So will you marry me?"
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this took me forever even tho it's bad. ily guys, if you need to talk or anything, dm me i'll always be here.
ps i didn't know what rhymes with marry me so I said that... lol.
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