#crush fluff

[dayziiducks]

'This ones for you'

m!crush x f!reader

when your only motivation to go to school on Monday is to see your crush's basketball game

warnings : cursing

i sighed as i walked to the washroom with my best friend, (bf/n), on a Monday morning as per usual. Unfortunately for me our school and most school things here are like 5 hours earlier than all schools so.. yippee more sleep deprivation. The only two things that keep me motivated to go to school are my friends, and my crush, (c/n).

Luckily for me we had physical education with his class today so actually had a reason to look forward to all that running. "man i wish that we could just have Mondays off it'd be so much easier.." i said to her groggily as we entered the washroom to change into our PE attire. "hmm if we did the you'd just be complaining about how you can't see (c/n) all day." "i guess that's true.. but i don't talk about him that much..ever since his dumbass went and joined basketball the girls in our cohort flock like crazy at even the slightest mention of his name..i know hot girls don't gatekeep but still." "Don't worry too much about it i'm sure you two will get together at some point it's just a matter of time." she replied playfully in attempts to reassure me. (c/n) and I get along pretty well but we never really established what we were so i'm always wondering what context he means his words in. Every time he says something that could be romantic my brain just says : he does that with all his friends, you're not special. But I digress.

We walked down to the indoor basketball court and gathered with our other classmates. And (c/n). Me being the coward that i am i avoided all eye contact knowing damn well that he'll just go ' What're you staring at.' like i'm staring at you staring at me. i didn't want him to get all cocky that i was staring at him though so i kept my glance on the floor. We then dispersed as our classmates hogged the basketballs and started playing 3 on 3. (bf/n) and I sat down on the stairs and watched as (c/n) laughed and played with the other guys. God he was so pretty. I went on my phone and started scrolling since i was so bored. i guess nothing was gonna happen today after all.

Then, a familiar voice caught my attention. "YO (y/n) ! THIS ONES FOR YOU !" (c/n) yelled as he shot the basketball into the hoop and grinned. his friends made remarks as they pat him on the back. my jaw dropped. my brain was thinking : (c/n), i love you, but OH MY FUCK ARE YOU STUPID THATS SO EMBARRASSING IM GONNA GET BULLIED AND SHOVED INTO LOCKERS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. But in real life i just yelled back "Thanks" and smiled back at him. i could practically hear all the whispers from the people around me as (bf/n) elbowed me and said "ooh looks like that 'matter of time' is gonna happen soon"

As the bell rang and i started packing up to go to geography when (c/n) came up to me and said "yo (y/n) can you help me put bandaids on my fingers ? i got a few cuts from the game." "sure, oh yeah you must be thirsty..here take my water bottle. i didn't open it yet so its fine." i replied as i walked with him to the first aid station. He drank from my water bottle as i held his hands and tended to his cuts. Even his hands were pretty..I couldn't help but feel his gaze on me the whole time which made me feel giddy inside. "Here, all done." i said as i smiled at him. "Thanks (y/n)...if you don't mind maybe you can come with me to the new library that opened up near school ? i remember you telling me how you hated (subj/n) so i thought i could help you out with it." He offered as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "of course i really need help in it. And i recall you needing serious help in history. Maybe we can..help eachother?" i asked playfully "sure. we can meet up every Monday if thats okay?" he smiled at me. "fine by me" i said. "alright ! its a date." he said before running off to his next class leaving me to process what i just heard. i freaked out in my head before running off to my geography class to go tell (bf/n). Maybe i am special to him after all.

And maybe..just maybe..I’d start looking forward to Mondays too.

hii i hope you liked that i'll probably post the library date thing the day after tomorrow if you want it :) anyway please feel free to send requests since i'm having writers block rn so.

[shaynawrites23]

Secret Admirer

Word count: 837

(Y/N) = your name

(B/F/N) = best friend's name

(C/N) = crush's name

(C/H/C) = crush's hair color

(C/E/C) = crush's eye color

“Nope, I'm not doing it.”

“Come on, (Y/N), it would be so romantic! We'll make sure you don't get caught!”

You looked at everything but (B/F/N)'s begging puppy-dog eyes. Every time she wanted you to do something, she had but to make you look into her eyes and you would succumb.

“No! Not this time.” You remained firm. Under no condition were you planning to give in to her.

What did she want this time? Well, it was nearly Valentine's day, and she was hoping you would do something special. You had already refused to confess to your crush, but that didn't stop her. She now wanted you to write (C/N) a card and sign it 'secret admirer.'

You weren't completely opposed to it, but the thought of getting caught or of him finding out somehow, terrified you.

You snuck a peek at your best friend, wondering if she'd perhaps given up. She had been awfully quiet.

However, as soon as you looked, you regretted it. She sat right there next to you, her eyes pleading, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. For a moment you resisted, hoping to whatever higher power existed that this wouldn't be enough to convince you, but deep inside you knew it was hopeless. The puppy-dog eyes had done you in.

“Ugh! Fine.” You threw your hands up in surrender.

“Yay!” (B/F/N) cheered, and you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm. “Come, girl, Valentine's day is tomorrow! Let's go buy you a card!”

She nearly dragged you to the store, handing you cards to look at with the energy of a five-year-old kid at bedtime.

“He's gonna love this one.” You mumbled, turning a card over in your hands that read You're cute! Can I keep you?

“(B/F/N), I've made my choice, can we go now?” You huffed, placing the twenty-something cards she had given you back on the rack.

“Wait! I still need something for my boyfriend!”

You let out a sigh. This was gonna take a while.

An hour later, (B/F/N) held a cute teddy bear and a rose in her arms, and you ended up with not only your card, but also the heart-shaped box of chocolates she managed to convince you to buy.

“Write something cute, but not something too stalkerish.” You jumped, not realizing how she stood behind you, peering over your shoulder at the empty card in front of you.

“Would you just go mind your own business? Last I checked, you have a romantic date to plan out.”

Not a bit fazed by your attitude, she spun around on her heel and left, whistling a Disney love song as she went.

Tapping your pen against your chin, your thoughts wandered to (C/N), the (C/H/C), (C/E/C) eyed boy. What would you write? Definitely not something that made you sound like a stalker, like (B/F/N) said, but also not something that could lead him to find out who gave him the card.

Dear (C/N),

You caught my eye the day we met. You're special. You have a very positive aura. I love hearing the passion in your voice when you talk about things you love. It's almost like you light up. You're an amazing (C/I) player, and I love (watching/listening to) you play. I would go on, but I actually need to finish this card in time for Valentine's Day, so I'll keep it short. I like you, (C/N).

Signed,

Your secret admirer

You doodled some flowers and hearts around your message before slipping the card into an envelope and writing his name on the front.

“You done yet, girlfriend? I've got some movies for us to watch!” (B/F/N) called you from the living room.

“Coming!”

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The next day, you stood in the corridor with (B/F/N), the latter whispering words of encouragement in your ear. You wiped your clammy hands on your clothes. Taking a deep breath, you walked over to (C/N)'s locker, quickly taping the envelope to the door.

Before (C/N) could spot you, you hid in the crowd of students, next to your locker so you could use it as an excuse if the need arose.

“I did it, (B/F/N).” Your eyes were wide, almost like you couldn't believe what you had just done.

“Oh, I'm so proud of you!” She squealed, enveloping you in a hug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A smile graced your features as you watched him over lunch. You watched as he opened the envelope, and you saw the blush creep up his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears when his friends proceeded to tease him about it. But despite that, he looked so happy...

“Changing your mind about confessing?” (B/F/N) smirked.

You shook your head in response. “Maybe eventually, but for now, he's happy, and that's all I want.”

Happy (belated) Valentine's Day to all of you! I hope you all your plans worked out (for those that had any!)

I wish I had the guts to confess to my crush, or at least give him something for Valentine's. But nope, it's never gonna happen. If any of you did, please feel free to post them in the comments, I'd love to hear about your experiences.

My mom recently saw him play during our last concert. She said he played well (okay obviously, he's really good) and then she remarked that he is actually handsome. I didn't know how to respond to that. Awkward...

PS: I originally posted this on my Wattpad account 3 months ago, I know it’s not February :)

[mayhembunnywrites]

The Entangled Series: Midnight Hours

Pairing: Crush x Reader x Zico

Summary: A midnight mission of the upmost importance.

You creep down the dark hallway, a sliver of light creeping out of Jiho’s slightly-open studio door as you guiltily stalk past the doorway and to the kitchen. You nearly bounce on your toes in excitement as you reach the freezer, quickly pulling it open and reaching immediately in for your prize.

You grab a spoon and sit on one of the barstools by the island that sits in the middle of your kitchen, wiggling happily and opening the tub of ice cream in front of you. The second it touches your tongue you make happy noises, the sounds going unheard to your ears as you eat your favorite flavor of ice cream.

You lose track of time as you practically inhale the delicious flavors you had craved all day, and before you know it you’re nearly a quarter of the way through the delicious tub of ice cream. You let out a disappointed sigh when you see the progress you’ve made, knowing that your midnight snack would be no longer soon enough. You prepare the next spoon before freezing as a chuckle rings through the air and the overhead light turns on. 

You turn around and look with wide eyes to Jiho and Hyoseob who stand behind you, both raising an eyebrow as you give them your most guilty expression.

“In my defense,” you speak slowly as you clutch your ice cream to you, holding the fully loaded spoon still in your hand, “it was just sitting there. It was going to waste! It was calling out for help, and I just had to answer.” This statement is met by Jiho laughing as Hyoseob simply snorts in amusement. 

“Honey,” Hyoseob says with a tinge of laughter in his voice, “We just bought the ice cream today. It was not going to waste just yet, I promise you.” He smiles lovingly at you as you pout, sticking the spoon loaded with ice cream into your mouth and savoring the taste as you surrender the carton to Jiho, your shoulders slumping as you realize that you have been well and truly caught red handed. 

Hyoseob assists you in standing, your baby bump now extremely visible as the months have passed since your announcement in the studio that day. The days have gone by as if a dream come true, the fact that you are expecting the baby of the men that you love sending happy feelings coursing through your veins. Your belly had grown and you had been gifted with clothing and baby items over the months, your friends not wanting to wait in their excitement. 

The three of you had chosen to wait to know the gender of your unborn child, anticipating the surprise that awaits you at the delivery room four months from now.

The kicking of your baby has you gasp in surprise, pulling you out of your thoughts for a moment as you strip out of the dressing gown you had worn to go to the kitchen, laying in the middle of the California King sized bed. You hardly feel as your lovers join you, both worn out after a long night in the studio together. You snuggle up to them as they press against you from either side, taking in their warmth as their bare skin presses against yours.

You hear whispered words of love and you feel the gentle touch of their hands on your protruding belly. You smile as you doze off while laying on your side, curling into your lovers the best you can despite your large belly. You fall asleep comfortably snuggled between your two men, safe in their embrace and confident in their love for you. 

[crxsh-imxgines]

I kind of changed it to “you guys had a fight so he hasn’t been around much” hope that’s okay, hope you like it !! X

(Y/C): your crush (Y/N): your name (C/E/C): your crush’s eye colour

Your thoughts are drowned out by the roaring thunder striking in the night. What started as soft droplets of rain on your rooftop was now a full blown, seemingly never ending, storm. Each boom of light illuminates your street, giving you a glimpse of the terrible shower. Sighing, you look away from your window and walk over to your bed before falling onto it with a huff.

Within seconds you find yourself typing a text to (Y/C), your thumb hovering over the send button a little longer than it should have. You had a pretty big fight recently, you were actually unsure whether your relationship would make it through. It’s always felt so easy being with (Y/C), as if you two were on the same wavelength, connected by a special bond. Surely one fight wouldn’t sacrifice that?

You look at the time at the top of your phone and realise it’s getting late. You jump out of bed and quickly put your pyjamas on before rolling back into bed. Laying underneath the cold fabric of your cover, you turn your tv on and scroll through Netflix, trying to find something you haven’t already watched.

Lost in your hunt, you barely hear the loud banging on your front door. You contemplate whether to answer it as it’s late at night and your parent’s flight has been cancelled due to the storm so you’re home alone.

You grab the nearest thing to you, to use as a weapon - which just so happens to be your hairbrush - and quietly tip toe down the stairs, gritting your teeth each time a step creaks.

You stand on your tippy toes to look through the peephole, recognising who it is straight away by the sweater they always wear. In one swift movement you unlock the door causing it to whip open due to the wind blasting in your direction.

You take a step back.

“(Y/C)? What are you doing here?” You stutter out, shocked to see him and really confused.

“(Y/N)” he practically sobs out “Can I come in?”

You look to the ground before he mutters a “Please?” You slowly bring your eyes up to meet his.

“O-okay” you stutter, left confused by the whole situation. He hasn’t wanted to talk or discuss anything since the argument and now he randomly shows up at your doorstep.

You walk upstairs and gesture for him to follow, leading him to your room and watching as he sits on your bed causing you to pull a face as the water droplets from his hair and soaked clothes splatter onto your newly made bed.

Turning the light on, you finally take in his appearance. His hair is messy, his eyes red and puffy and he looks like he’s blinking repeatedly to stay awake. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.” His is eyes look up from his fidgeting fingers to meet yours.

“I- uh- I haven’t.” He shift in his seat, sitting up straighter, in an effort to look more awake probably.

After a short, awkward pause you blurt out “I’ll go grab you some towels.” To which he nods and you quickly run to the bathroom, grabbing the warm towels before heading back to your room.

You chuck them to him and he ruffles one over his hair, making it look even messier than before (which makes him look adorable in your opinion, not that you’d ever tell him that).

After finishing drying off, his eyes travel up your body, taking in the sight of your unicorn pyjamas (which you hadn’t worn around him before) and fluffy slippers. He smirks for a split second before coughing and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

To break the silence you blurt out “(Y/C)… why are you here?” You watch as his eyes fill with sadness.

He pauses before gesturing for you to sit next to him, “I’m really sorry, (Y/N).”“ He plays with a loose string from his sweater, almost resisting eye contact with you.

“I never meant to push you away” he sighs “if anything that’s the last thing I want, trust me.” He pleads to which you purse your lips. “I need you, (Y/N).”

“I just miss you so much. I miss cuddling you and talking with you about random things that are on our minds… Kissing you. God, I miss it all.” He shifts his body to face you, his big (C/E/C) eyes looking deeply into yours, causing your stomach to flip like it does whenever you think about him.

“I screwed up. I know that.” He sighs, “I’m sorry” you can barely fight the urge to hug him as it looks as though his eyes are watering up.

“(Y/C)…” you shake your head before being cut off.

“No, please don’t, (Y/N). We can make it work I know we can” he closes his eyes shaking his head.

“(Y/C)” you repeat shifting closer towards him.

“I’ll try harder to make it work, I promise. (Y/N) please just think about it before you say anything.” He mutters out barely above a whisper as he looks into your eyes with ones filled with an unrecognisable emotion. Sadness? Or fear of losing you?

“(Y/C),” you smile “I don’t need to think about it.”

His eyes brighten as the words leave your mouth.

“Really?” He tilts his head like a puppy, just another thing you love about him, “you don’t hate me..?”

“How could I possible hate you. We had a fight, (Y/C), couples fight. I’m sure there’ll be plenty more to come. But we just need to not let it get to our heads, we’re stronger than that.” He softly takes your hand into his, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand.

He slouches, falling back onto the bed as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. You feel like telling him that it was your fault too, that arguments aren’t simply one sided, but your thoughts are interrupted “You tired?” He yawns out causing you to yawn too. (( I yawned like three times writing this ))

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty late” you reply as he stretches, his bones cracking causing you to cringe.

** About an hour later you somehow end up cuddling, the familiar feeling of warmth engulfing your back from (Y/C)’s body almost makes you sad for being without it so long. Whatever movie you both decided on is being drowned out by the peacefulness of just being in eachothers company again.

His thumb softly strokes back and forth against the bare skin of your hip, causing goose bumps to erupt on the surface of your skin. He’s so relieved to finally be able to get some sleep, not being able to when you’re not cuddled into him.

He makes a mental note to never let you go ever again.

Just as your eyes flutter closed, falling asleep with the continuous wave of warmth from his breath on the nape of your neck he chuckles to himself which causes you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. What could be funny right now?

“(Y/N)…why did you bring your hairbrush with you to the door earlier?” You blush. A tingle goes down your spine as he plays with your hair, moving it out of his face probably.

“For all I knew, a murderer could’ve been at the door. I needed to have something to defend myself with.”

“But.. a hairbrush?” He chuckles out causing you to giggle.

Sorry if there are any mistakes, I wrote this at like 2 am

[crush---imagines]

i suppose

as requested... hope you like it!! xx. ---------------------------------------- "baby." i twist my body to see c/n with a smirk on his face. "yessss?" he winks. "..." i squint at him, knowing exactly what he wants. he leans in to whisper in my ear, "i was thinking, maybe we could get another drink then, i dunno, head upstairs or..." i bite my lower lip casually and slide closer to him. "hmmm..." "come on y/n, pleeeease?" "maybe if you beg a little more." i joke, grabbing his hand to lead him to the kitchen. "y/n!!!" he laughs, drawing out my name. "c/n!!!!" i mock, giggling and pouring more lemonade and vodka in my cup. "what will it be for you, mr. c/l/n?" i wink. he smirks, "i'll have a(n) y/n, please." "ahh, cheeky aren't you." he shrugs. "being the incredible mixologist i am, i'll have to grant your request." i state, taking his hand in mine again. we run up the stairs littered with solo cups and bits of everything to get to a room. "fuck, it's locked." i say, turning around. c/n goes to the next room. "locked." he says, pouting. i kiss his adorable little sad face before moving on to the next room. he grabs my bum as i walk past. "hey." i laugh, "you know the rules." "yeah, yeah." he smiles, following me. "ugh! locked! again!" i say, annoyed. "hey..." c/n picks me up and opens a door. "you found one!" i giggle, the alcohol slightly controlling me. he cocks his head to the side in a sort of questionable way. "we'll try something new tonight." he responds, shutting the door and locking it. "are we in a fucking closet?" i whisper, my lips grazing over his neck. "yes we are, y/n. and you're about to have the best closet sex of your life." he removes my shirt, our lips attaching. pushing my back against the wall, his lips travel to my jaw, behind my ear, and down my neck. instinctively, my fingers weave into his locks. "jump." he hums against my neck. i hop up for him to catch my bum, his face between my boobs. i pull his shirt off as he keeps me steady with his arms above his head. "damn boy, that takes skill." i laugh, pulling him in closer. "i'm a skillful lad." he winks. my leggings are slid down my legs, then dropped to the ground along with my underwear. i reach down to unzip his jeans and push them down with my feet. c/n smiles whilst kissing me. "i'm a skillful girl." i wink. i gasp as a finger slides up my center. he continues his motion, slowly picking up the pace. my hands crawl down his back then meet just below his belly button. they trace patterns before dropping to the hem of his underwear, pushing them down. i take him in my hands and pull slightly. "mmm..." he moans against my skin. "c/n i want you." "as you wish." he says, and aligns himself before thrusting in. "ho-ly shit, babe." i whisper through clenched teeth. "you don't... have... to be... quiet." he says between thrusts, "its... really loud... out there." i nod, but continue my silence. his pace quickens, pounding me against the wall harder. "yes... y/n. you feel... so... fucking... good." my nails scrape his back as his thrusts start to get sloppy. the knot in my abdomen keeps growing with each circle he draws on my clit. my thighs begin to shake. "still good?" he asks, lips attaching to mine once again. "mm..." i moan, eyes shut in bliss. "i'm... almost there... baby." my heart rate speeds up as he lets out a groan, climaxing. "fuck, y/n, i love you." he says, our sweaty bodies continuing to press together. my mouth opens slightly as i squeeze his biceps, beginning my finish. "i love you too." he continues to thrust, finishing his orgasm as i ride mine out. he pulls out and our lips collide passionately. still pressed against the wall, he sets me down. his hands cup my face, our lips moving in sync. i push him back slightly, then down so he's sitting on the floor. i climb on top of his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, my boobs pressing against his chest. we pull apart to breathe just as the door handle jiggles, producing a giggle from both of us. "i suppose everyone's eager." i wink with a smile. "i suppose you're right."

[dayziiducks]

Maybe we can..take up each others time 🕰️

m!crush x f!reader

desc : basically your awkward ahh crush taking you out for a study date.. ( this is very much based on when i fly towards you so credits to the show and you should defo watch it on netflix )

warnings : cursing, and uh maybe offensive to historical figures ?????

As the school bell rang i couldn't help but want to rush to pack my bags and leave. Of course i had so much excitement, (c/n) asked me out. Well, kind of. He asked me for help in history after school and how could I say no to his face ?? so he arranged a study session for us. just us. I was ecstatic, but incredibly nervous. "You’ll be fine (y/n). Remember why (c/n) asked you out in the first place. You’re and amazing person and he’s an idiot if he breaks your heart." (bf/n) reassured me. I couldn’t help but smile at her compliments. She’s been my best friend since kindergarten so hearing her say such nice things about me always hits different. "Thank you (bf/n), wish me luck !!" I said, before running off towards (c/n) who was exiting his math class.

The walk to the library was fun..we chatted about our cultures and our past experiences and it was actually pretty interesting. We reached the library and we started studying pretty much. We were studying history since we had a big test coming up. Then, "You know I saw a Raffles x Farquad fanfiction on Wattpad once?" (c/n) said casually. what the actual fuck. "what the fuck do you do in your free time (c/n) ???? IS THIS WHY YOU’RE FAILING HISTORY ??? DID YOU WRITE THAT THEY WERE DATING IN YOUR PAPER ???" I asked, completely baffled. ( this actually happened irl js not to me 😨 ) " uh. Maybe ???" (c/n) replied, smiling awkwardly. "oh my fuck (c/n) if you’re basing your history info on FANFICTION instead of our textbooks you might be beyond my help." I said half-jokingly. "Awh don’t say that (y/n) we all know how much you love me" he said with a flirtatious grin on his face. I kinda mentally freaked out at that I’m not gonna lie but if he sees that I did I’m never gonna hear the end of it. So I rolled my eyes jokingly and said "Maybe you should focus on our history lectures instead of focusing on me" Well that shut him up. (in a good way 😋)

The study session continued until about 6PM when we started to head home. I was walking out of the library when he tugged on my sleeve and I turned around to look at him. The sun was starting to set and he was looking into my eyes in a way my heart couldn’t handle. "uhh..I was wondering if you’d like me to tutor you in (subj/n). I know you said you needed help in it to (bf/n)…so I thought I could help.." he said shyly while averting his eyes. "Oh..but I don’t want to take up your time.." I said, not wanting to be a burden to him especially since he’s already failing a class. To that he replied, "well, if you tutor me in history then..maybe we can..take up each others time…?" he said awkwardly. God he’s so cute I can’t do this i’m literally gonna pass out and ascend to fuckin Celestia. "oh ! If you don’t mind then I’d love to be your study buddy" "yeah ?" he asked grinning boyishly. "yeah." I replied as we walked towards the bus stop. Study buddy…he’s not my boyfriend yet but it’s a good start. I don’t mind us taking up each others time anyway.

hii :) I hope you guys liked this cute little fanfic and I regret to tell y’all that I’m traveling soon so I won’t be able to update for 8-10 days but I will continue to update after I come back. Thanks for reading !! 😋

[mayhembunnywrites]

Nervous Butterflies

Part of the Entangled Hearts series

Pairing: Zico x Reader x Crush

Genre: Fluff, mentions of anxiety, a tinge of angst

Summary:  With your suspicions confirmed, it’s finally time to tell the men you love the news that you’re most anxious about.

“Oh my god,” the exclamation can be heard even from outside of the normally quiet studio. If anyone were to be around and peek in to check, they’d see you looking sheepish as Hyoseob and Jiho stare at you with open mouths. You nervously fidget with your engagement ring as you look at them, anxiety building more and more by the minute.

“W-what did you say?” Jiho says, pale as can be as he watches you, his eyes flicking from your face to your belly.

You take a deep breath before speaking, drawing your shoulders back, “I’m pregnant.” You watch with a feeling of horror as Hyoseob falls backwards, having finally lost consciousness. Jiho takes a deep breath to steady himself, sitting back in the padded office chair you had drawn up for him before the news was broken the first time.

Ji-ho begins to mumble to himself as he spaces out and Hyoseob begins to regain consciousness. You’re frozen in place as you watch them, your worst fears of them rejecting you and your baby feel like they’re coming to life and---

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, making Jiho look at you with some confusion, “I should have known that you would think it was too soon, we do have options, but I thought you’d be so happy and I should have known better. I-I’ll go now,” you stand up, shaking with anxiety as Jiho and Hyoseob sit there, frozen for another moment as they take in your swiftly retreating form.

You run out of the room with tears pouring down your face only to be stopped by a gentle hand as you reach the elevator right down the hall. Hyoseob looks at you with soft, sad eyes, and he reaches up with his free hand to caress your face and wipe away your tears. He moves his hand from your wrist to the palm of your hand, interlocking fingers with you before kissing the back of your hand as Jiho joins you.

They lead you back to the studio with arms around your shoulders and waist respectively, sitting you down on the sizable couch that was used as a bed during late nights. They settle themselves on either side of you, watching as your shoulders seem to shrink down. They notice the signs of anxiety as you sit between them, your nails scratching at your skin and your leg bouncing. Jiho and Hyoseob share a look over your head, realizing that their reaction has only brought your anxiety more and more to the forefront.

Ji-ho rests a hand on your leg, stilling it as Hyoseob takes your hands in his and holds them to stop you from scratching at your skin.

“We’re the ones who are sorry, Y/N,” Hyoseob begins, causing you to flinch away in fear of what he would say next. “We want this baby, our baby.” You feel as if you’re in a dream as your head snaps to look at Hyoseob, noticing the smile on his face. You look from him to Jiho, noticing his wide smile as he gazes at you. 

They look at you as if you’re carrying the world, as if you’re their universe -- In this moment you know that your fears were for nothing. Your eyes well up with tears, this time a smile creeps across your face as well. A sigh of relief leaves you as you lean into their embrace, both of them wrapping their arms around you as much as possible as you break down in the comforting arms of your lovers.

Their hands seem to be everywhere, calming you with their touch. Their hands meet at your stomach, hesitant in touching the baby-bump that’s still almost non-existent, at first glance nothing is even there. Their eyes widen with awe at the realization that it’s actually true, you are carrying their baby. A mere moment later and your hands join them, all of your fingers entangling together as you all cherish this moment.

Later on you would all have to worry about breaking the news, Hyoseob and Jiho discussing the situation as you lay in a tangled mess of limbs, all of you equally undressed, taking comfort from the skin-to-skin contact. You would fall asleep to both of them greedily huddling against you, relishing in the quiet conversation concerning the topic that excites them the most: your baby.

You will fall asleep later that night with a smile on your face as your fiances both cuddle up against you, secure in their arms. Their touch lets you know that everything will be alright in the end.

[shaynawrites23]

Flower Surprise

The picture above shows the bracelet I imagined for this fic, but if it’s not your taste or style feel free to change it!

Word count: 643

(C/N) = crush's name

(C/L/N) = crush's last name

(Y/N/N) = your nickname

(C/N/N) = crush's nickname

(F/C) = your favorite color

(F/C/2) = your second favorite color

It was you and (C/N)'s three-month anniversary today and you wanted to surprise him with a little gift. You just had no idea what to get him...

You groaned loudly, flopping down on your bed. This was so much harder than you thought. You had just spent two hours racking your brain for some kind of simple gift for your boyfriend, and you hadn't come up with anything.

“Mom?” You called through your open door. Surely she would be able to help.

“Yes honey?” Your mom's face appeared within moments.

“Do you know what I can get for (C/N)? It's our three-month anniversary today.”

Your mom entered, sitting next to you on your bed. “Hmmm. What about a card?”

“Really mom?”

“No? Okay. Do you want to write him a cute note or something?”

“That's so cliché.” You muttered, raking your hand through your hair.

“How about flowers?” She suggested. You merely raised an eyebrow. “I used to give your dad flowers, you know. He loved them.”

“Okay, what kind of flowers should I get?”

“Why don't you get him a few red roses?”

Roses... romantic, red roses... perhaps that wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Alright! Thanks mom, you're the best!” You called over your shoulder as you hurried down the stairs, slipping on your shoes before running to the nearest florist.

*Time Skip*

You immediately picked out five beautiful red roses, paying for them before heading to (C/N)'s place.

*Time Skip*

You rang the doorbell, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Would he like them? Or would he find it a ridiculous idea? Would he consider it 'too girly'?

Your thoughts stopped running rampant when his mother opened the door, smiling at you and ushering you inside.

“Hey sweetie, (C/N)'s upstairs in his room.”

“Thanks, Mrs. (C/L/N).” You started up the stairs, but she stopped you.

“Why don't you wait for him down here? I'll go get him.”

You thanked her, moving to stand in the living room with the roses behind your back, out of sight.

A few moments later, (C/N) came running down the stairs, holding something behind his back.

“Hey, (Y/N/N).” He greeted, leaning in for a quick peck. You complied, tilting your head upwards to compensate for the height difference between the two of you.

“Hey, (C/N/N).” You replied. “Happy anniversary!”

He chuckled. “Happy anniversary. I uh- I made something for you.”

He looked just as nervous as you felt when you were standing outside their front door minutes ago. However, your own nerves were long gone now. He just had that kind of effect on you.

“Really? Now I'm curious.”

He presented you with a beautiful bracelet with (F/C) beads and (F/C/2) thread. You gasped in surprise, marveling at the delicate handiwork.

“Wow, (C/N), it's beautiful!” You exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, I love it!”

“I'm glad you do. You have no idea how nervous I was.” He chuckled.

“I actually got you something too.” You held out the flowers. “These are for you.”

“I- wow, sweetheart- how did you know I liked roses?” He stuttered, flustered. You thought it was adorable, the way his face turned pink, all the way from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Oh, lucky guess.” You brushed it off, not wanting to admit the idea wasn’t yours. He raised his eyebrow at you and you sighed in defeat. “Okay fine, it was my mom's idea. Happy now?”

He laughed, dragging you with him to the kitchen where he put the roses in a vase.

“You're cute when you pout like that.”

Now it was your turn to blush as you hid your face in his chest, eliciting another laugh from him.