❝ We're partners, aren't we? ❞
TOKYO REVENGERS X READER
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· •. ✶˚ Oneshots with the TR cast !!
because we all want these suckers to be
REAL
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· •. ✶˚ C...
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im gonna stop adding references, find them urself :P
warnings: I could have sworn i posted this???
WHAT THE FUC?K?
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[[i'm pretty sure most of yall are over 5 feet tall, if so ur taller than Emma.]]
This is a very awkward predicament you've found yourself in. Y'know, you don't mean to look, but for whatever reason. Your eyes are just drawn to her chest. Blame the rain. You swear it's the rain. And although you two are at a point in your relationship where she's comfortable with you seeing her shirtless, you just don't want to.
But of course, it's all about consent.
Anyway, the point is; this cashier is really ogling your Emma. Not your ema [ifykyk], but your EMMA. Every fiber of your being wants to punch this man so hard he starts tweakin'. Does she even know that her shirt is practically see-through??
"So uh," the man began. Well, he isn't really a man, per se, maybe a high schooler. "What are you doing out so latE?"
"Just came for snacks." Her dry response came. The cashier would've known by her tone Emma is not interested in a conversation. Notice, he still hasn't scanned your stuff.
“It’s pretty late to be out, huh? How about I-”
“Man, just shut up!” You snap, jabbing a finger at your un-touched items. “We came for a snack, give us our god damn snacks!”
Your jacket slid off your shoulders and found refuge on Emma’s. “And stop gawking at my girlfriend's chest!”
It’s only at this point does he take the hint, and that Emma realizes her shirt is revealing more than necessary. [just realized the reader should've given Emma their jacket earlier,,,] Her face goes completely red as she tugs the article towards the damp area of her shirt. Whispering a small thanks. The cashier stutters over his words and hurriedly scans your items, bagging them, and handing them over.
With a harsh snatch and a threatening smile, you escorted your girlfriend out of the convenience store. And because i lost motivation, this is where im ending it...
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sorry if the way i end the chapters annoy you, i lose inspo alot so im left with half-assed chapters
