Crush imagines (fluff)

Onesie

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

"Yeah?" I stare at my friend and crush, (C/N).

"I want you to meet me somewhere today."

"Oh, I wonder where. The lunch table?" I ask sarcastically.

"No." He grins.

"Then where?" I make a confused expression, and (C/N) turns pink and looks away, biting his lip.

"The park."

"Um...okay...? What time?"

"Five o'clock. Today."

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Oh, (Y/N), and one more thing..."
"What?"
"I dare you to dress up in a onesie."
"What!?"

"Don't worry, I bought one for you."
"YOU WH-"

"Shhh." He smiles. "Just take it." He gives me a medium-sized box.

"Fine...I'll wear the onesie."
"Thanks."
"But only if you wear one too."

(C/N)'s cheeks turn cherry red. He takes a deep breath and puffs his chest out.

"Ok, sure! I'll wear one too!" He smiles confidently.

"Great! Thanks."

Time skip

I come to the park...in a turquoise bunny onesie. Yep. That's what (C/N) got me.
I see someone sitting on a bench, in a purple dinosaur onesie, covering their face with the hood. I knew who it was, so I sat next to them.

"Hey, (C/N)." I greeted casually. He takes his hood off.

"Oh, (Y/N)! You're he-" His eyes meet mine and he stops mid sentence. He turns beet red.

"Y-...y-yo-o-ou're h-he-ere..." he mutters nervously.
"Now tell me why on earth you made me dress up like this?"
He chuckles and smiles. I can feel the nervousness churning in his stomach.

"W-well, I...." he looks away.
"I-i thought it w-would make y-you lo-ok c-cute..."

I raised my eyebrow as he looked at me.

"DON'TGETMEWRONGITDOES! B-but...I thought it could calm my nerves a little...so I could tell you how I felt...but...the way you look in any outfit...either you make me speechless...or you make me wanna say 'aww' and squish your cheeks like I'm a grandma. It's like absolutely nothing looks super ridiculous on you!" He makes a pouty face.

"...(C/N)..."
"What is it, you...you freaking cute thing."
I blushed.
"....youlookreallyadorableinthat" I look away.

"....you are so adorable....that I try my hardest at school not to squee or tell you you're cute."

"No wonder you bite your lip all the time."
"No, that's just so I won't kiss you."

I blush and look at him. He's biting his lip right now.

"Like right now."
"Mhm." He nods.

I quiver my lip. He bursts into a smile and looks away.

"Stop...stooop...." He laughs a little.

"Teww me how you feew." I say in my most adorable accent. His face turns redder.

"I will when you stop being cute."

"Aw, okay." I smile.

"I...I like you." He looks down.

"I like you too, (C/N)."

He bites his lip. Really hard this time.

"....(C/NNNNN)."

"Whaaat?" He looks at me and bites his lip again.

"You can kiss me, you know." I smile and he scoots closer to me. He leans in and closes his eyes, and I feel his lips on mine. I close my eyes and place my hand on his cheek. He lets go and smiles at me.

"You're too cute to kiss."

"But you just kissed me."

"I know." He smiles and kisses me again.