Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

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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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I was trying my best to blend into the crowd at Barnes and Noble, my face partially hidden behind a book I wasn't even really reading. My friend had practically dragged me here to the book signing, and I was already feeling overwhelmed by the number of people and the excitement buzzing in the air.

As much as I wanted to be excited about meeting the author, my mind was stuck on something else entirely: C/N. I'd just found out that he knew about my feelings for him—thanks to my best friend's big mouth—and now, every time I saw him in the store, I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

I peeked around the corner of one aisle and saw him chatting with a few people, his casual demeanor making him look even more attractive. I quickly ducked back and moved to the next aisle, hoping he hadn't noticed me. But with every turn I took, it seemed like he was always just a few steps away.

I picked up a random book, pretending to be engrossed in it, when I heard a voice behind me. "You're hiding from me now, huh?"

I spun around to find C/N leaning casually against the edge of the bookcase, his arms crossed and a mischievous grin on his face. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to hide my nervousness behind a forced smile. "Oh, um, I was just... looking for something."

C/N's grin only widened as he took a step closer, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looking for something, huh? Like maybe an escape route?"

I swallowed, feeling my pulse quicken. "No, just... a good book."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my flustered state. "Sure, because you totally look like you're really interested in that book about gardening."

I glanced down at the book in my hands, realizing it was indeed a guide to growing vegetables. Great. "It's... for my mom," I lied, putting the book back on the shelf as nonchalantly as I could manage.

"Right," C/N drawled, not buying it for a second. He moved closer, his arm brushing against mine as he reached for a book on the shelf above me. "You know, you're not very good at this whole 'pretending not to like me' thing."

I felt my face heat up, and I tried to step back, but the bookshelf was already at my back, leaving me trapped between it and C/N. "I'm not pretending," I protested, though my voice sounded unconvincing even to me.

C/N leaned in slightly, his hand resting on the shelf beside my head, effectively caging me in. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "Then why do you keep avoiding me, N/N?"

I opened my mouth to come up with some kind of response, but the words wouldn't come. He was so close, and I was acutely aware of every inch between us—or the lack thereof.

"You know," he continued, his tone softer but still carrying that playful edge, "it's okay to admit it. I like you too."

My breath hitched, and I stared up at him, my heart racing. This was not how I had imagined this conversation going—not that I'd imagined it happening at all. "You're just saying that," I finally managed to say, though my voice was shaky.

His eyes softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "No, I'm not. I mean it. I like you."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of teasing, but all I saw was sincerity. My defenses began to crumble, and I found myself leaning slightly into his touch.

C/N's hand moved to my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. "So, are you going to stop running away now?"

I bit my lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but it was hard when he was this close, his voice this gentle. "Maybe... if you stop being so vague and flirty."

He chuckled softly. "No promises. But I can be a little more straightforward."

And with that, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, giving me the chance to pull away if I wanted to. But I didn't. Instead, I closed the small gap between us, letting my eyes flutter shut as his lips met mine in a gentle, yet electrifying kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, he smiled down at me, his hand still resting on my cheek. "You know," he murmured, "this might just be the best book signing I've ever been to."

I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the boy standing in front of me.