Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

broken heating

You snuggled deeper into the soft fabric of the hoodie. His scent was floating all around you, a mixture of sweat, deodorant and cologne. It was long enough to pass for a hoodie dress on your frame, but you used the extra fabric to tuck your legs underneath, as well.

You hoped at least this could make you stop shivering at last. The blanket had done shit to help you fight off the cold, honestly. Ever since the heating stopped working properly and the landlord promised to come look - for five times already, and yet there was no sign of him coming - it had been freezing in the apartment. And although the cold had been manageable, there was a sudden drop in temperature going well below the average last night and still going on today, it made the rooms feel as if you were inside the freezer.

Therefore, you snuck into C/n's, your flatmate, room when he was using the bathroom to get one of his countless comfy hoodies. You had your hoodies, too - but they weren't big enough to snuggle into, not as cozy as the cologne scented C/n's.

Now, you counted seconds as you lay curled up on the bed, trying not to lose any body warmth by pressing your legs as close to your chest and wrapping your feet in a blanket. You noticed you were shivering less - less - less... And then you finally lay still. Warmth began creeping up your numb feet and into the tips of your fingers as C/n's hoodie gradually warmed you up.

The sudden warmth made you sleepy and you struggled to keep your eyes close while you breathed C/n into your nose, imagining this was what his hug must've felt like. Cozy, snuggle, comfy, warm, soft. Well scented.

As if on cue, C/n dashed into your room. "Y/n, did you see-" he began as he opened the door, but he stopped mid-question when he looked up and his eyes landed on you. "...my hoodie?" he finished monotonously, finding you to be the culprit.

You pried your eyes open and lazily lifted your head off the pillow. "Sorry, do you want it back?" You would've probably been more embarrassed if you hadn't been so grateful for the warmth,not wanting to give it up.

He wasn't saying anything for a while and started to be afraid he was mad at you. You forced yourself to sit up and reached for the hem of the comfortable clothing to take it off.

C/n's hands quickly flew up into the air, shaking from side to side. "No, no. Keep it. It looks be-better on you," he stumbled over his tongue, the last part coming out merely as a whisper.

You've never heard him stutter before. It caught your attention sooner than you could've realized the compliment he had just given you and you looked at him, finding him embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were tinted with pink.

Other than that, he was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts - C/n was one of the guys that wore shorts even during the winter months. You never fully got to grasp how the hell does he not get cold.

"Thanks," you simply replied when the compliment finally registered in your head, embarrassed yourself. You wanted to bury your head in the pillow.

"Are you cold?" he asked after another few seconds of silence.

You shook your head and mumbled something incoherent because you did, in fact, actually bury your face in the pillow.

"What?" he laughed slightly, walking closer to you.

You turned your head sideways. "I'm better now that I have your hoodie."

He blinked at you, very obviously deciding what to do. You could practically see the gears turning behind his eyes. Then, he put his hand on top of yours, the only part of exposed skin other than your face. He wrapped his fingers around your whole hand immediately after only softly placing it on top, exclaiming, "your hands are freezing, though!" He also proceeded to put your hand in between his two and rub it to get some warmth in it.

Again, you buried your face in the pillow.

"You should've told me you were so cold," he lightly scolded you.

"Why? Would you magically know how to repair the heating?"

"No, but I would help you keep warm."

"How?"

Curious, you looked back at him. He was motioning for you to scoot over to the side, so you did, and then watched him get on your bed, too.

"Like this." He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to his chest, his body serving as your personal heater. You smelled his deodorant and cologne even stronger, but it wasn't strong enough to bother you. His hug indeed was cozy, snuggly, comfy, warm, soft. You felt his face atop you own, chin leaned against the crown of yours.

A few seconds passed and your breathing slowed down as you slept.