Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟯𝟵] 🧸 Mᴏɴᴛʜʟʏ Cʏᴄʟᴇ

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name
P/P - preferred period product
B/N - best friend's name

Song: "unspoken words" - mxmtoon

good afternoon

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She had woken up to unbearable cramps settling in her abdomen; well, that's a lie, that is what woke her up. Finding herself curled up naturally in a foetus position to try and appease the pain in her sleep, Y/N sighed and noticed how hot it was under the duvet. Stupid summer and its stupid sun. Of course, that was quite a controversial opinion.

Y/N reluctantly slid out of bed, grabbing a fresh set of pyjamas and a P/P before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterwards she got into her clean pair of pyjamas, heading downstairs tiredly with her damp hair in a loose plait. Her parents (and sibling/s) had already left, meaning the house was empty and hers to enjoy. To her dismay, there were no painkillers in the house, as well as the fact the hot water bottle had a hole in it. How in hell was she meant to relieve her pain now?

Her best bet, she decided, was to call B/N to pick her some up. In her tired state, Y/N's finger slipped when scrolling through the contacts in her recents making her accidentally press her crush's: C/N. She would have to explain the missed call anyway, so let the phone ring with a tinge of embarrassment flowing through her mind. His familiar voice came through mere seconds later.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Oh... uh- hi- C/N..." she stuttered, "Sorry, I was calling B/N but my, uh, finger slipped."

"No worries. Although, isn't B/N at the dentist right now?"

"Fuck, she is as well..."

"What did you want her for?"

Taking a deep breath, Y/N felt heat rush to her cheeks as she said, "I was gonna ask her to pick up some painkillers..."

"How come?" At Y/N's lack of response, C/N put two and two together, "Oh~, right. Girl stuff. I can get some for you if you want... I'm not busy."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," his attractive voice chuckled, "Be there in twenty."

The line cut off, signifying that the call had ended and C/N was on his way. Y/N caught sight of her flustered appearance in the metallic surface of the fridge making her sigh. She began searching for some chocolate, but once again she was unlucky and the cupboards were bare of it.

She ended up spending the waiting time curled up on the sofa under a blanket with a cup of tea, watching a classic sit-com she loved so much. The doorbell rang, making her be forced to get her lazy ass off of the settee and head for the front door. Behind it was C/N in a simple black hoodie and jeans, a beanie on his head. He smiled at her, presenting both a packet of ibuprofen and a chocolate bar held in his hand.

Allowing him to enter, she watched as he slipped off his timberlands and beanie before walking through the hallway to the living room. She followed behind him with an adorable small smile adorning her features, happy he cared so much about her wellbeing.

"What're you watching?" he asked, plopping down on the sofa.

"Just a sit-com," she shrugged, sitting beside him.

C/N hummed, throwing an arm around her as she took a pill using her tea. The action caused her to nearly choke to death on the spot, but she managed to survive and then look at him with a tomato face.

Her expression became even more flustered when he placed a hand under her shirt and on her abdomen, soothing the pain slightly with his warmth. It would be a while before the drug kicked in, so she was relieved- albeit embarrassed. As silence settled over the atmosphere, Y/N began eating the chocolate while the show resumed. She handed a couple pieces to C/N, who accepted them with a smile.

"You know I'm not just doing this because we're friends," he said softly, taking her by surprise as the third episode they had co-watched came to an end.

"Why else would you?" she shifted her head from the position it was in on his lap, allowing him to be seen in the corner of her eye.

"I like you, Y/N, I like you a lot," he smiled down at her.

Gulping, she said, "Not just as a friend?"

"More than a friend."

"I, uh, I like you a lot, too. Also more than a friend," she mentally cringed at how weird that sentence sounded.

C/N's hand moved to her hair and began playing with it gently while he asked the fateful question of, "So, will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to..." she said at a volume no louder than a whisper, "Thank you..."

He snorted at that, "Why are you thanking me? You're always so polite..."

Stretching her lips in a grin, she gazed up at him with a loving look in her eyes, "I can't help it."

"What am I gonna do with you?" he muttered playfully.

"Love me," Y/N replied jokingly.

"Well, I already do that."

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today's fun fact about moi:~

i'm allergic to aloe vera, which is meant to be the one thing no one is allergic to (i have to buy special expensive sun creams and everything)

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