Crush Imagines

do you think you could write a cute, fluffy imagine where y/n is getting over a bad breakup with their ex and their best guy friend, y/c/n, comes over to comfort her with ice cream, rom-com movies, and cuddles? Maybe a cute kiss or two? cx Love these imagines by the way! You're a great writer! :D

Sitting on your bed leaning back against the headboard on a Friday night was not precisely what you wanted to be doing. You flipped open your Macbook and pulled up Netflix, a few tears slipping from your eyes as your thoughts were consumed by the phone call you just finished. Adrian had just broken up with after you two had dated for eight months. He was your first kiss, your first ‘I love you,’ and he was also your first hard breakup. You didn’t know how to react because you didn’t see it coming at all. He had called you about twenty minutes ago and said “(y.n), we need to talk,” and then the end of the conversation left you in tears.

As you typed in the search bar for chick flicks to drown out your sadness, a FaceTime call appeared on your screen. You wish you could ignore it, but it was your best friend (y.c.n), and if you clicked decline you knew he would only call you again and again. So you clicked accept.

“Hey bubba, I was thinking, what if we-- wait, why are you crying?” (y.c.n) asked.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes, pulling mascara off with your fingers, “Hey.”

“(y.n), you’re not okay, what happened?” he asked, now completely serious. A drastic change from his previous happy and upbeat self moments ago.

“(y.c.n) I’m okay,” You tried to convince myself more than him.

“No you’re not, I’m coming over, I’ll be there soon.” he said and then quickly hung up.

Ugh. You didn’t need (y.c.n) to see you like this. You knew that he wouldn’t react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to Adrian when he’d asked you out, (y.c.n) had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well Adrian left me crying and (y.c.n) was not happy to see me like this.

After about ten or so minutes you heard the front door open and close, your mom say, “Hello (y.c.n), (y.n) is upstairs in her room,” and footsteps on the 16 stairs down the hall. There was a knock at your door.

“(y.n)?” (y.c.n) said. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t want you to.” I said.

He opened the door anyway, letting himself in. “Well too bad, you don’t get that choice right now,” he proclaimed.

“Then why did you offer it?” You asked, more tears falling down your cheeks.

He quickly stepped to you, “Oh no no no, (y.n), don’t cry, it’ll be okay, I’m here now.”

He sat on your bed with you, and took you in his arms. He cradled you, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest.

He silently held you for a moment before he spoke again. “(y.n), do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened.”

I pulled myself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, “Adrian broke it off.”

His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. “Oh (y.n),” he hugged you, holding you tighter. “Did he say why?”

“He just wasn’t feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out.” You cried into his chest, my salty tears staining his green Spartan Water Polo shirt. “He wasn’t interested in me anymore.”

He rubbed your back, comforting you, “(y.n), it’s going to be okay, I’ve got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.” He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the headboard. “I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again.” He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.

“Sh...Sh….(y.n), I brought you something.” He said. You poked your head up and looked at him with your red puffy eyes. He wiped away your tears gently with his thumbs.

“What’s that?” You sniffled, wiping your nose.

“Ice cream.” he said. “Your favorite Ben and Jerry’s is in the freezer downstairs.”

You smiled a feeble grin when he said that. It made you happy that he knew your favorite Ben and Jerry’s.

“I’ll go and get it,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” he pushed himself off the bed, and walked to the door.

No sooner had he left, he returned with a pint of ice cream and two spoons. He plopped back down on the bed and you cuddled back into his chest. He popped open the lid and put it on the nightstand, then he handed you a spoon.

Taking a big bite of creamy chocolatey goodness, you smiled in bliss. He took a bite after you did, and suggested, “We should watch a movie.”

He reached across the bed and pulled your Macbook over, typing in your password and opening Netflix just like you had done earlier. He typed in a movie title that you couldn’t see. Then it was loading in front of you.

You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. He knew your favorite ice cream, and your computer password. You liked that he paid attention.

But of course you paid attention to him too. You noticed how he didn’t gel his hair today like he always does, and how he was wearing a tshirt because he knew he could be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you Bubba, it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.

However that may be, you also couldn’t help but admire that when he reached for your computer, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells to. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked in his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

“Bubba,” he said. “Are you watching the movie?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.

You looked up at him, “(y.c.n),”

“Yes?” he asked.

“I just wanted to say your name,” you said. “I like to say your name.”

“I like saying your name too.” he smiled.

You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising in his cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled, and you did too.

You rested your head on his chest once again, and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly, and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.

You looked up at him again, he looked at you. “(y.c.n), what just happened?” you asked.

“I kissed you.” he said. Then he thought for a moment, “Yeah, I kissed you.”

His voice saying that made your heart take off in butterflies once again. You looked at his face, his smile, and his cute nose. You looked at his eyes just to see them already looking at yours. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, and held you tighter with his other. He looked from your eyes, and glanced at your lips, then his big brown eyes returned to yours. He leaned in again, and his soft pink lips pressed into yours, just like you had wished for. You leaned into him a little, pressing your lips into his slightly, and he smiled into it a little. His hand was still holding your head, and you reached your hands to the nape of his neck. You fiddled with the ends of his hair, enjoying this very much. He drew back for a breath and pecked your lips a few more times, smiling.

“(y.c.n),” you said in between pecks.

“Mm?” he mumbled in a husky tone, his eyes still shut, his lips just wanting to kiss you again and again.

“I don’t want this to move too fast.” you whispered.

He looked into your eyes lovingly, “Okay.” he whispered back. He kissed your lips tenderly one more time, lingering a moment before he pulled away. “We don’t have to move fast.”

You sighed contently back into chest, smiling. Your focus going back to the chick flick he had put on. He pulled you into him, so you were resting against him, using his chest as a pillow. Your fingers drew circles and designs on his chest through his shirt as he fiddled with the tips of your hair. Your head was tucked in the crook of his neck and he leaned his down to yours and kissed the top of your head. He rubbed your back a few times, and you started to yawn.

Hi can I request one where you guys are friends, and after one exhausting day you go to his house or yours to just talk/vent to him. And then you both are just so tired and you don't realize it but you like kiss then fall asleep and you wake up with his arms around you? And idk, maybe some fluff? Sorry if that was so weird.. Thank you though, I love everything on this blog, fr.

You thought the week would never end. It was AP Exam week, you and your best friend, (y.c.n) were beyond exhausted from all the excessive time studying you had both put into these tests. You had taken the Calculus and Chem tests, (y.c.n) had taken Calculus and Lit. The last couple weeks had left both of your wallets empty from coffee shop study sessions. You had both been sleep deprived from the constant reviewing. He would call you at midnight to ask a question, and you would be awake due to your own studying.

But it was finally Friday, and both of your suffering was now at an end. It was the last hour of the day, and despite what your teacher said, you were lined up at the door, ready to leave as soon as that final bell rang.

“(y.n)...” Mr. Foy said. “Get away from the-”

DING. You sprinted out of the classroom, with your backpack on your back, and meandered through the hallways in search of (y.c.n). His last class wasn’t far from yours.

“(y.n)!” you heard someone say.

You turned around, to see him waving at you from a place near the exit door. You quickly moved in that direction, dodging people here and there.

As you reached him, you smiled, “Hey!”

“You ready?” he asked you.

“Yeah! Let’s get out of here.” you encouraged.

Together, you both walked to the parking lot, and as he got in his car, you got in yours. You looked over to where he was, in the parking space next to you, and saw his window was rolled down. He was trying to tell you something.

Rolling your window down, you said, “Whatcha need?”

“Are we going to your house or mine?” he asked.

“Uh…” you paused, “Yours, we were at mine last time.”

“Mmkay, follow me!” he said, rolling his window back up, and then putting his car in reverse to back out of his space.

You followed him to his house, and parked on the street when you got there. “Alright, phone, keys, wallet, check, check, check.” you talked to yourself as you walked up to where he was standing in his driveway.

He smiled at you as you were talking to yourself, without your notice. Then he took your hand and lead you into his house through the garage.

You shut the door behind you, and kicked your shoes off. When you looked up, he had already moved to someplace else in the house.

“(y.c.n)!” you said.

“I’m in the living room!” you heard his voice reply.

You walked through the kitchen, and noticed a new picture hanging on the wall as you rounded the corner into the living room. It was a picture of you and (y.c.n). ‘Where did he get that?’ you wondered.

As you saw (y.c.n), you were brought back to reality from your thoughts. He was laying on the couch, and had his body sprawled like a starfish. He was obnoxious.

“Now where am I supposed to sit?” you questioned as you stood with your hands on your hips, and jokingly glared at him.

“Over there,” he half-heartedly pointed to a recliner across the room, and to his surprise, you walked to it and sat down. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Sitting where you said to sit down.” you said.

“What? No. Come here.” he said.

“You have obviously made it clear that you’re not sharing the couch.” you put your hands up defensively.

He sprang up from his dead starfish posture and sat up straight. He even patted the area next to him as a welcome to you to come and sit down with him.

“It’s too late, you already made me sit here.” you said.

“What, baby, please, come here and sit with me.” he said quickly.

“Baby?” you asked as you stood.

“Did I say that?” he asked, “It slipped out, I’m sorry, just please come sit down with me.”

You smiled, and moved to sit next to him. He reached to the back of the couch and he pulled a blanket out, spreading it over the two of you.

This behavior was nothing new to you. You and (y.c.n) had been best friends for years. He was sitting sideways on the couch, and you were leaning back on him, his legs on either side of you. He rested his arms around your waist, and you enjoyed the warmth he emitted.

When he clicked on the TV, you watched Cake Boss while one of his hands played with the ends of your hair. His light touch tickled your neck, and you smiled and started to squirm a little.

“What is it?” he asked, concern in his voice. “Am I not a fluffy enough pillow?”

You turned around to face him, resting your hands on his chest. “No, you’re fluffy enough.”

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Your hand was tickling my neck.” you smiled.

“Oh.” then he yawned.

“Biiiiiig yawn.” you said, and then yawned yourself. You rested your head on his chest, and started to slowly shut your eyes. Letting the exhaustion take over you.

You felt his hands playing with your hair again and you were lulled asleep for a moment. Hardly long enough for you to dream, but that didn’t stop the images from playing in your head.

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“(y.n.)...” you heard (y.c.n) whisper. “(y.n),” he said.

“Mmm?” you mumbled, hardly awake at all.

“Wakey wakey?” he asked.

“Mmm...no.” you said, your eyes still shut.

You felt his hand take your neck, and gently pull your head to his, his light breathing made your lips tingle. Then his soft lips lightly brushed against yours, barely touching, but enough for it to be a kiss. His chest rose and fell underneath you. You rested your head back against his chest, his heartbeat as the metronome that took you back into sleep, just after you felt his lips press against your forehead.

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When you woke up, you were surrounded with warmth, and realized that you were still at (y.c.n)’s house, and he was still holding you, as he slept on the couch. He was still beneath you, and he held you like a teddy bear on his chest, his arms around your waist. You reached down to the floor for your phone, and checked the time.

7:42.

You had slept through the night. Dang, you must have been really tired.

(y.c.n) stirred from his sleep, “(y.n)?” he asked.

“I’m right here.” you said.

“Okay, good.” he said, as he rubbed his eyes.

“Why would I have left?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I thought you might have left because of last night when I kissed you,” he said.

You were quick to react, “Wait, what?”

“I kissed you last night.” he said, sitting up a little on the couch.

It was starting to dawn on you that what you thought was a dream of his kiss lulling you to sleep was actually real. It had actually happened. You reached your hand to your lips and they tingled again at the thought of kissing him again.

“You,” you said slowly, “kissed...me.”

He nodded.

“Would...you like...to do it...again?” you blushed.

He smiled, and he took you in his arms, pulling you close to his body. He looked at you, taking in your morning self which was beyond beautiful to him. He looked from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes, asking the silent question that you had already answered. He leaned in, slowly closing the gap between your lips. Your eyes closed, and so did his. His lips pressed gently to yours, slow and sensual first. Then he pressed a little harder, and kissed a little faster, and you smiled into his lips. You kissed him back, and enjoyed your second kiss with him, because your mind had missed the first.

When he pulled back, he looked at your eyes, and without a stutter said, “Can I please have this every morning?”

“I won’t object to that.” you smiled.

He smiled back at you, and pressed his lips to yours once more, lightly kissing you, and as he pulled away, he pecked your lips a few more times for good measure.

*Hiiii. I’m sooooo sorry that I haven’t posted recently, or answered chat messages much. I’ve been so crammed with school and sports and church, and trying to cope my best friend through his first really bad breakup. I’ve also been studying for my AP exams, (I’m taking the Chem and Stats tests) so I needed a break and thought this request was fitting for my situation because testing starts next week!

If he says your name and smiles, don’t be afraid to say hi back, or ask him how his day is going. Then as you get more comfortable with the small talk, your conversations can grow into more elaborate things than ‘How’s the weather?’

If he likes you and you like him, that’s great! If he’s 45 minutes away, that could totally classify as a long distance relationship, and those are hard and emotional. Relationships are emotional in general. If he’s your best friend, you already have good bond, and you shouldn’t be scared of taking it further, if that’s what you both want. If things don’t work out, you should always go back to being friends, cause that has worked really well for you guys for this long.