Crush Imagines

Sleep Over || Requested

For: 5sosalab

(okay wtf is wrong with my writing today. im sorry.)

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It was only about half an hour ago since I came to his house. We're good friends, thankfully. I wasn't sure how he felt about me completely but all I know is that I like him... I r e a l l y like him.

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Ryan throws his head back as he laughs, making me burst into an amused smile. I look over at him as his face flushes from the laughter. I can't help but giggle at him, his laugh contagious.

He calms down and looks over at me.

"Deadpool is seriously like the funniest movie ever."

I beam, "You're welcome."

He looks at me sassily, his eyebrows raised. "For what, little lady?" I roll my eyes as I shake my head, looking towards the ceiling. He crosses his arms, forgetting about the movie as he impatiently waits for an answer.

"I picked this movie." I flex my hands as they point towards him, meaning, "Really? Just. . . Really?" A friend was obsessed with doing this to me one day and it took me forever to learn what it meant but now that I have, I'm obsessed too. (True story.)

"BIG WHOOP." He snorts, speaking louder than needed.

"Mhm." I yawn, stretching my arms above my head. He takes this time to tickle me, my stomach and armpits easy to access. I scream and make animalistic noises, bending over to try to stop him from tickling me.

"OW." He whines, pulling his hand away. "Your body just like, flattened me like Flat Stanley." He pouts, looking at his fingers. I try to stay serious but I burst out laughing, "What even?!"

He looks at me like a mom who just saw their daughter in a short miniskirt. "This is no laughing matter!" He acts like it too.

I stifle my laughter just for him, biting my bottom lip as I let out little giggles.

The movie's long forgotten about as we just play around.

We end up on the floor with the movie credits rolling. I yawn again and he pulls me to his side, tucking me under his arm. I nuzzle my head in his neck, too tired to even worry if he's not okay with this.

My thoughts are interrupted as he taps my left cheek, my right cheek on him. I look at him, "Ya?"

"No goodnight kisses?" He grins cheekily.

Usually, I would be shocked and hit him in the arm but I'm half asleep; I shake my head with a lipped smile. He doesn't take no for an answer.

I feel his lips on mine as my eyes begin to drift closed from sleep. I kiss back with the last bits of energy left within me.

"Goodnight Princess."

"Night Ryan," I mutter before drifting asleep, a smile on my face.