Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Halloween

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 streets were alive with lights and laughter as me and my friends wandered into the upscale neighborhoods.

As I walk up a particularly eerie-looking house, C/N smirks, leaning down to whisper, "You look like you're ready to bolt."

My shoulders tense, but I try to play it off with a laugh. "Pfft, I'm not scared," I say, though my eyes keep darting to a fake spider dangling from the roof.

Arachnophobia is no joke.

He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Sure."

We start up the driveway, and I can already feel my nerves kicking in at the sight of skeletons lining the path. My friends, as expected, catch every flinch.

"Did you see that spider?" one of them asks, barely holding back a grin as she points at the enormous plastic spider hanging from a tree.

I roll my eyes, even though I'm clutching my pillowcase a little tighter. "Shut up."

Beside me, he laughs, nudging me lightly with his elbow. "If this neighborhood's too scary, maybe we could stick to the one with all the inflatable pumpkins," he teases, his tone almost mocking.

"Oh, ha-ha," I reply, but I'm smiling despite myself.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe from all the spooky stuff," he says with a wink. But then he leans a little closer, holding up his pillowcase filled with candy. "I've got some full-sized KitKats here to make up for the trauma," he whispers, flashing me a grin.

"Those better be for me, or I'm never talking to you again," I say, trying not to laugh.

He laughs too, staying close as we head up to the next house, the fog from their lawn creeping up around us. I flinch, and he just smirks, nudging me again as we walk through the swirling mist.

As we round the corner of another house, I'm too busy fumbling with my pillowcase—it's getting heavy with all the candy—to notice the others have slipped ahead. When I finally look up, they're gone. Like gone gone. I glance around, trying to spot someone, but all I see are fog machines puffing away and flickering jack-o'-lanterns.

"Haha, very funny, guys!" I call out, expecting one of them to jump out from behind a bush or something. Silence. The laughter and chatter from nearby trick-or-treaters only makes me feel more alone, and I can feel the hair on the back of my neck prickling.

"Okay, seriously?" I call out again, a little louder. I take a couple steps down the sidewalk, my eyes darting around, scanning the shadows, but they're still nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, there's a light shuffle behind me. I spin around, nerves on high alert, only to see C/N standing there, hands in his pockets, his expression a mix of amusement and concern.

"Lost something?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah you!" I exhale a sigh of relief, my shoulders dropping. "You scared me!" I say, hitting his arm with my pillowcase. "Did you plan this or something?"

He laughs, holding up his hands defensively. "Hey, I was looking for you. I found an old lady handing out gummy worms." He looks over my shoulder. "I guess they went ahead without us."

I narrow my eyes, half-expecting him to admit it was some elaborate prank, but he just gives me this lopsided grin. "Guess it's just us, then," he says, and the warmth in his voice somehow makes the chilly night a little less eerie.

"Lovely," I mumble, feigning annoyance as I pick up my candy bag again. "At least I have someone to protect me from the plastic spiders."

"Who says I'm here to protect you?" he teases, leaning in a little too close with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Because if you don't, I get all your KitKats," I fire back, sticking my tongue out as I finally feel my nerves ease. He chuckles, slipping his arm around my shoulder as we walk.

He pulls me a little closer as we keep walking, his arm around my shoulder feeling warm and safe in the crisp October night. We fall into step together, the faint sound of kids laughing and leaves crunching underfoot as we make our way down the street.

"Are you willing to share a KitKat with me?"

I roll my eyes, reaching into my bag and handing him one. He opens it, splits it in half, and hands me a piece. "Only fair you get the other half," he says, giving me a look that makes my heart flutter a little.

We're quiet for a moment, just enjoying the sugar rush and the night, until he suddenly stops walking, looking down at me thoughtfully.

"You know, I'm kinda glad we got split up," he says, his voice softer than before.

I look up at him, the glow from a nearby streetlamp casting just enough light to make out the warmth in his eyes. "Yeah?" I ask, feeling my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah,"

"Guess that makes two of us," I murmur as we keep walking, just the two of us under the autumn stars.

He stops walking for a second and turns to face me, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he gives my hand a squeeze. "So, want a kiss?"

I freeze, staring up at him, my heart doing this weird little somersault thing. "W-what?"

He grins, pulling his hand out of his pocket to reveal a tiny Hershey's Kiss, holding it up with a smirk.

My initial shock fades into laughter, and I swat his arm. "You're such a dork!"

His laughter joins mine, filling the cool night air, and he reaches over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Hey, you're the one who fell for it," he says, still grinning.

His smile softens, and for a moment, he just looks at me, like he's memorizing every detail. The laughter fades between us, leaving this warm, quiet space where neither of us says anything.

Then, his hand reaches up, gently brushing my cheek, his thumb grazing just under my eye. "You know," he says, his voice softer now, "I was kinda hoping you'd want a real one."

I swallow, heart racing as I glance up at him. "Guess that makes two of us," I whisper.

The corners of his mouth tug into a gentle smile as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine, soft and warm, sending a wave of butterflies through my whole body. It's slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes the world disappear, and I find myself sinking into it, like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

When we finally pull back, he rests his forehead against mine, his breath mixing with mine in the cool air. "Was that worth it?" he murmurs.

I can't help but smile. "Way better than chocolate."