CrushxReader One-Shots

~Fashion Designer~

This is another chapter where the plot is completely changed (it's basically a new chapter) so if the old comments don't make sense, you know why.
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Y/n's POV

I looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled as C/n entered my bedroom. He scanned the mess of clothes and scraps on my bed as I returned my focus to the shirt I was cutting.

"Hey," I greeted as I made one final cut before holding the shirt up, satisfied with the final product.

 "We breaking up or something?"

I whipped my head up at him in surprise.

"What? Why would you say that?" I asked worriedly.

He motioned to the mess on my bed as he walked closer, "You're cutting up my shirts."

I looked down once more, realizing that most of the shirts I was "designing" were indeed C/n's. Feeling a little sheepish, I avoided eye contact as I explained myself.

"I saw a girl wearing this cute shirt that was off-shoulder and cropped. When I asked where she got it from she told me that she cut it herself and showed me the video she used to do it." I looked up at him and pulled him down to sit beside me, "I'm not mad at you or anything. I've had these shirts for so long that I kinda forgot they were yours in the first place."

C/n and I have been dating for a couple of years now and of course, I'd been stealing some of his wardrobe since the first year of our relationship. I was being honest when I said that I hadn't realized I was technically cutting up his shirts.

He laughed before wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me in, landing a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm not gonna lie I was a little worried when I walked in here," he admitted as he pulled away so I could continue my work.

I faked a gasp, "You really think I'm one of those crazy girlfriends who'd destroy your clothes during a breakup?"

He looked to the side, mocking an expression of deep thought, "Well... I wouldn't be surprised."

"C/n!" I pushed him lightly on the shoulder as he laughed.

Watching him lay back in relaxation, I thought for a moment.

"Well actually, I probably would if you cheated on me."

Suddenly an arm was around my waist and I landed on top of C/n, chest-to-chest. He hugged me around the waist and I left my hands resting on his chest as I raised myself up slightly to see his expression.

He was serious as he spoke his next words, "I would hope you'd do a lot worse if I ever did some shit like that."

I replied in a blunt tone,

"I'd cut off your balls."

We stared at each other in complete silence for a couple of seconds before busting out in laughter.

"Hey, don't pretend like you were kidding," he said, sitting up so I could continue cutting.

I shifted in his lap and created some space between us to continue my project.

"Well, we'll never have to find out, right?" I said with an exaggeratedly sweet voice.

He leaned in to give me a slow kiss which I responded to with a bit more force. Placing the things occupying my hands aside, I looped my arms around his neck to play with his hair as he continued coaxing his mouth against mine.

Pulling away he took a couple of breaths, "I love you Y/n."

Feeling slightly caught off guard at the sudden words of affection, I looked away in embarrassment. It's not like we don't say it often but C/n always manages to surprise me. After so many years, you'd think I'd start being a little more prepared.

"I love you too, C/n," I murmured in reply.

I picked up the scissors to continue where I left off but they were pulled out of my hands.

"Less cutting, more cuddling," he demanded as he shoved the clothes off my bed and caged me in his arms.

"C/n!" I whined, "You're making my room messy."

He rolled us over so he could lay on me, his face in my neck.

"Sorry, can't hear you," he taunted.

I guess my fashion empire can wait.