Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

drunk visitor 2 (requested)

You generously dipped your paintbrush in acrylic paint and splashed it across the canvas, the last master touch to your grand painting. It was your final project you wanted to submit to your art professor.

Finally done, you thought as you tucked the couple hair strands framing your face that managed to come loose from your simple bun back behind your ears. And undoubtedly getting some paint on your face while doing so as almost your whole hands were covered in it. You were too tired to care, though. You had spent the last few days - and nights - working on it and all you wanted to do now that it was finished was to put it somewhere away and sleep. You had looked so much at the painting that your eyes were beginning to cross.

It wasn't that late - around 8pm when you glanced at the clock. You yawned and stretched your back and neck, hearing it crack. You walked to the bathroom with your brushes to wash the remaining paint off of them.

The water made soothing noises as it splashed across the sink and you gently moved the brushes across as if you wanted to paint the inside of the sink while the water dripping down washed the paint off.

You just set the freshly washed brushes aside on the sink when you heard a knock. You messily tried to get as much paint off your hands as possible in those few seconds when a second knock could be heard. When you dried them to hurry to the door, they left a light colorful stain on your towel.

You opened the door and your eyes widened. "C/n?" Not only was he sober for one (unlike the night a few days ago), he stood in front of you with his hands outstretched, offering you the flowers he was carrying.

"Hi," he said with a shy smile, eyes dropping down to his feet for a moment before finding yours. "I came to... well, apologize," he shrugged, talking apologetically while holding out the flowers to you. "Please take these as my apology and thank you for taking care of me."

You took the bouquet of (fav/flowers) from him, their sweet smell instantly surrounding you. "Thank you," you smiled at him while stepping aside to let him in. Your entrance hall was rather narrow, so you felt his body brush yours as he shuffled sideways inside. You moved to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase filled with water, then returned back to him in the entrance hall.

"So, umm- Were you painting?" he asked, sounding nervous all of a sudden. He used the fact he was taking off his shoes as an excuse to not look you in the face, inspecting the knot on his shoelace a tad too closely.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" you asked confused, forgetting about the blotches of paint still left on your cheeks that you had no time to wash off.

"There's paint on your face, dummy." Chuckling softly, he stood up, feet only clad in socks, and raised a hand towards your face. "Here," he bumped your nose with his index finger, "and here too," whispering, he caressed your cheek lightly. The movement was slow and he exhaled, warm breath fanning your face. Before you could even realize what he was doing, the moment was over as he retrieved his hand back, showing you the slight stain the almost dried color on your face left on his hand. He grinned as you showed him away and scurried to the bathroom, both to clean your face and to calm yourself.

What was his deal? First he seems all shy and stuff, then he touches my face like that?

You gripped the sides of the sink, then rubbed off the paint with water. Cold water, because your face was feeling a bit too hot for your liking.

Okay, Y/n. Breathe. You can do this.

Slapping your cheeks one last time, you exited the bathroom neatly cleaned up and found him standing still in the entrance hall.

"What are you still doing there? Come sit. Or whatever you wanna do," you mumbled the last part as he came to sit on the couch, you next to him. "So what now?" you asked finally after minutes of awkward silence which felt like hours of sitting on the couch.

"Honestly," he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up - but messing it up in a hot way, "I've no idea. I didn't think of things this further on. My plan was to give you the flowers and then, well, go with the flow or something..." He laughed embarrassedly.

"Go with what flow?" you laughed as well. "What did you want to do?"

"I don't know, okay?" he told you rather defensively, raising his hands in the air, palms facing you. "Take you to the movies. A night walk and stargazing. Midnight snack. I don't know," he groaned. "The sky's cloudy so we can't see any stars. You're already in your pyjamas so you probably don't want to go out anymore-"

"But why?" you cut him off. You needed to hear him say it.

He closed his mouth and looked you straight in the eyes. "I wanna get to know you better. I know, I know, our first encounter surely didn't leave a great impression of me for you, but I'd appreciate it if you went on a date with me."

And there you had it, the confession you so desperately wanted to hear. You couldn't help the smile threatening to appear on your face and let it brighten your eyes. He mirrored the smile, sensing your answer.

"Yes. I wanna get to know you, too."