Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

㉒. Protective

Type: Fluff

Prompt: As y/n and y/bf go out on a date, y/bf can't help but get protective when the waiter continually flirts with y/n

Word Count: 649

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"Is this okay?" You asked, running your hands over your dress in the mirror for the hundredth time.

"Holy y/n... you look stunning!" Y/bf gawked.

"Are you sure? I could wear different shoes or maybe even a—"

"y/n, relax! You look absolutely gorgeous!" He reassured, sealing it with a sweet kiss.

Both of you headed out to the car, y/bf, of course, being the perfect gentleman and opening the door for you. The drive to the restaurant was filled with excitement and anticipation.

...

"Wow. You are stunning. I can't believe you're mine." Y/bf couldn't help but compliment, guiding you into a spin as he held your hand.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the lucky one!"

"How about we're both lucky?"

"Deal." You smirked, savoring the warmth of the moment as you walked through the door that y/bf held open.

...

The table where you were seated had an amazing view, complete with candles, overlooking a beautiful pond.

"Y/bf, this table is amazing!! Did you reserve it just for us?"

"Yeah. Gotta make sure you know how important you are."

A delightful conversation flowed naturally between the two of you as the night progressed, that was until the waiter arrived.

"Good evening, I'll be your waiter tonight. What can I get you?"

After ordering, you continued to chat and joke until the food arrived.

"Okay, here you are, ma'am. Careful, it's hot, just like you," the server winked, placing the plate in front of you.

Awkwardly, you chuckled in response, thanking the server for the food. You tried to play it cool, but inside, you were freaking out.

"Well, that was... interesting."

Silence. That was all that came from Y/bf. He just sat there, eyeing down the waiter while clenching his jaw.

"Y/bf, come on, let it go. This is our night; don't let him ruin it!" You pleaded, reaching for his hand from across the table.

"You're right... I'm sorry, it's just you're mine," he smirked, looking sliding his hand into yours.

The night continued, and the two of you enjoyed one of the best date nights ever.

...

"Here's the check," the waiter said, placing it in front of y/bf.

Y/bf was filling out the payment slip when the waiter inched closer to you, his hands hovering awkwardly close to the table.

"Hey, uh... could I possibly get your number?" He flirted, placing a hand on your arm.

"Excuse me?!" Y/bf exclaimed, slamming the check on the table.

"She's mine, buddy, back off!" He shouted, pushing the waiter away from you, capturing a few glances from those in the restaurant.

"Oh, uh... I'm sorry," the waiter mumbled, quickly grabbing the check and scuttling back into the kitchen.

Shocked, you said nothing as you remained seated, mouth slightly agape.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," y/bf sighed, apologetically reaching out his hand to you.

"No, it's okay," you said, taking his hand to help you stand.

You walked out of the restaurant in silence. Once you got in the car, y/bf finally spoke, breaking the quiet tension.

"Y/n, look, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to ruin dinner. It's just... I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else."

"Y/bf, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I'd never leave you! That waiter was extremely out of line. Plus, to be honest, it was quite flattering, let alone hot," you winked, a smirk growing on his face.

"Well, guess I'll have to show you how hot I can really be."

Needless to say, once you got home, that's exactly what he did. 😉

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