What are you writing? Grell x reader

Him. You've watched him, you spend time with him, you love him. He is none other than Grell Sutcliffe, and you have the BIGGEST crush on him. But unfortunately, he has feelings for someone else. Whenever you have overwhelming feelings, you write them. Usually in the form of poetry or songs. You begin scribbling around in your notebook.

Maybe it's the way his hair flows,

Or maybe it's the way his eyes glow.

And I don't know why I feel like this.

Something in him makes my heart flutter,

It makes me melt just like butter.

It's not supposed to be like this, I know.

He likes someone else, why would he like me?

He's pretty as a flower, and I'm just some bee.

He's flashy and fantastic, from his head to his feet.

But me? I'm just that one girl you see on the street.

He makes my stomach do loop-the-loops,

Spins my head round like hula hoops.

I'm plain vanilla, he's double scoops.

If there's a way to make this work, please tell,

Cause I doubt there's a chance in hell

That he would ever return my feelings.

He likes someone else, why would he like me?

He's pretty as a flower, and I'm just some bee.

He's flashy and fantastic from his head to his feet.

But me? I'm just that one girl you see on the street.

If there is one thing I could ever need,

I would want it to be him and me.

Even though he's a tree and I'm just a seed.~

Even though he like someone else, why not me?

Because the prettiest of flowers can't live without bees.

He's flashy and fantastic, the perfect type for me.

I'll soon be more than that girl on the street!

"Hey, _____! What are you writing? Ooh, may i read it? I love your songs!" You snap out of your songwriting, and snap shut your notebook.

"No, it's... it's stupid." You reply to the red-haired shinigami.

"Oh, nonsense." He snatches the notebook away from you.

"No, Grell, wait!" You try to grab it back but you're no match for his fast reflexes. As you paw at him, he flips through the pages. He stops at the one you were writing in. Your heart sinks. He's found it, hasn't he? As you watch, a light blush painting your cheeks, he grins wider with every word.

"A love song, huh? Who's it for?" He smirks at you. You can't help but keep quiet. He continues to wait for your answer. "Well?"

"Its for... um..." you mumble the rest of your sentence.

"I didn't hear you, _____-san! Speak up~" he smiles at you, the bastard. Those pointy teeth are both horrifying and adorable.

"Its for..." again you mumble, a little louder though.

"I'm not getting any younger here!" He's waving your notebook in front of you.

"Its for... it's for you..." you stuff your face in your hands, cheeks glowing. His mouth hung agape, a blush now painting his cheeks too.

"Awww, _____-Chan! It's cute~" Chan. He used Chan. The only other person he calls Chan is... but that means he...

"Grell-chan, do you like me too?" You ask.

"What? No! I mean, yes but..." you got him.

"You used chan. I caught you!" He stands there, cheeks red, face confused. You look right into his eyes, and kiss him. After getting over the shock, he kisses back. You pull away and smile at his expression. He smirks at you.

"Screw the butler, I love you."