Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Best Friend's Brother

Y/N = Your Name
C/N = Crush Name
BSF/N = Best Friend Name
F/N = Friend Name
E/N = Enemy's Name
N/N = Nickname
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color
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"So, I have an idea." My best friend turns to me with a coffee mug in hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if we create a drink that combines cold brew coffee with spicy cinnamon syrup?"

I scowl at her suggestion. "Absolutely not."

"Why not? It could be fun and trendy! Just imagine the marketing graphics!" She coos, daydreaming about her nightmare in a cup.

We own a small coffee shop in town and let's just say that this is a weekly occurrence.

"No way! That's a horrible idea!" I head for the sink and start scrubbing the blenders, shaking my head at her wild imagination.

"You know what a horrible idea is? Ice cream in hot chocolate!" She digs at me, making me gasp.

"That was my best idea ever!"

"You put ice cream in HOT chocolate! It defeats the whole purpose!" She exclaims. The bell above the door rings, signaling that we have a customer. We quickly compose ourselves and get ready to make a sale.

"Hey! Welcome to Brew Haven," BSF/N says cheerfully.

As the customer approaches the counter, my heart skips a beat. It's BSF/N's older brother, C/N. Since high school, I've always thought he was super cute, but I think BSF/N would be weird about it.

"Nice pep, sis. How much caffeine have you had today?" he teases, leaning his elbows on the counter.

She sighs. "Too much."

"And you, N/N?" he asks, his gaze flicking to me.

"Not enough," I smile sarcastically, making him chuckle.

"So, are you going to order or are you going to stand there and look stupid?" BSF/N asks, glancing at the clock. Almost closing time.

He quickly straightens and says, "I'll have a plain old coffee."

"Sweet." She looks to me. "Think you can handle that, N/N?"

"I hope so. If not you might have to fire me." I chuckle as she walks to the back, leaving C/N and me alone. I start his order before asking, "Are you sure you don't want to try something new?"

"Why should I?" He quirks a brow at me.

"Because you're not a 70-year-old grandfather, C/N. You should try something with a little more life to it while you can still handle the sugar."

He grins. "Alright, surprise me then."

With a playful smile, I start making a caramel macchiato. As I work, I can feel his eyes on me, and my heart races. We've always subtly flirted with each other but I think we both have a mutual—unspoken understanding that it's not a good idea.

When his drink is ready, I slide it over to him. "Here you go. One caramel macchiato. Let me know if you survive the sugar rush."

He takes a sip, his eyes widening in delight. "This is actually really good. Maybe I should let you surprise me more often."

I laugh, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Maybe you should." He takes another sip and pulls out his wallet. I wave it off, "Oh don't bother. It's on the house."

He gives me an annoyed glance. "How much, N/N?" I shake my head and lock the register. "Don't make me come back there." He warns making my stomach flip.

"I'd love to see you try." I tease before turning to clean up. Grabbing a pitcher of iced coffee to refill the dispenser, I hear a sudden movement behind me. Before I can react, he jumps the counter, his sudden presence startling me and causing the pitcher to tip. Cold liquid splashes everywhere, drenching both of us.