Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Basketball

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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The sound of squeaking sneakers and the steady thud of basketballs hitting the hardwood echoed around the gym as I sat in the bleachers next to my best friend, BSF/N. My eyes followed C/N as he moved across the court with a focused intensity that I didn't quite understand but admired all the same. Basketball wasn't exactly my thing, but I showed up to every practice, every game, just to see him in his element.

BSF/N nudged me with her elbow, smirking. "Still pretending you know what's going on?"

I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Oh, come on, I'm trying."

"Yeah, 'trying' to keep your eyes on the ball and not on C/N," she teased, giving me a knowing look.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I tried to laugh it off. "I'm just being supportive."

"Sure," BSF/N said, drawing out the word. She glanced back toward the court where C/N was dribbling the ball before sinking an effortless shot. "But seriously, you've been coming to all these practices, and you still don't understand basketball?"

"I mean, I get the basics—like, there's a ball, a basket, and a lot of running. Beyond that..." I shrugged, biting my lip. "It's a little over my head."

BSF/N shook her head, laughing softly. "You're hopeless. But at least you look cute trying to keep up."

I couldn't help but smile as I watched C/N high-five one of his teammates, his grin wide and contagious. He looked up at the bleachers and spotted us watching, his eyes locking on mine for a split second before he flashed me a teasing smile.

"Yup, totally worth not understanding," I murmured, more to myself than to BSF/N, who caught on quickly.

"Oh, I see what's going on here. You're here for him," she teased, leaning in. "Not the game."

"You're just now figuring that out," I said with a dramatic roll of my eyes, but I couldn't deny it.

We watched for a while longer, C/N's every movement on the court drawing my attention as the practice continued. It wasn't long before BSF/N leaned back and sighed. "Okay, so if you had to explain what just happened, what would you say?"

I glanced back at the court, where C/N had just made another shot. "Uh... he made a basket?"

BSF/N groaned. "You've got a lot to learn, chick."

Just then, the coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of practice. The guys started heading toward the sidelines, grabbing their water bottles and towels. C/N lingered for a moment, glancing our way again before making his way over.

"Well, well, well," C/N said as he approached, tossing his towel over his shoulder. "Ladies, how are you doing today?"

"Just swell." BSF/N grinned.

He gives her a nod before looking to me. He smirks as he lifts his bottle to his lips. "Still pretending to know what's going on out there, N/N?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes playfully. "I'm getting better at it. Sort of."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Uh-huh. Want me to explain it to you?"

BSF/N smirked, standing up and stretching. "I think I'll leave you two to that. I've got places to be. Catch you later."

As BSF/N walked off, I turned back to C/N, my heart racing just a little faster. "Okay, so what's the deal with all the running back and forth?"

C/N chuckled, sitting down next to me. "That's kind of the whole point of basketball."