A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/tomanybandstolove: Kiss 14 with Bob!
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You've known the Dagger Squad for a while. In the year and a half since they became a permanent squadron, they've been in and out of the small cafe and bookstore you opened in town. They all swear you make the best coffee, but of all of them, you think you believe Bob the most.
He's the only member of the squad whom you've had come in for anything other than the coffee. What can you say? You have a fondness for well read men. Bob's handsome in a quiet, steady way. He's not all flash like Hangman or oozing charm like Coyote, Payback or Rooster. He's a dependable sort of handsome, a man who would stick with you through thick and thin.
You've been waiting and waiting for him to make a move. You've dropped so many hints, from ridiculous discounts on the books he buys to free coffee whenever he stops by. But he never does a thing. It looks like if you want something to be done, you're going to have to do it yourself.
So when Natasha invites you to go clubbing with the squad, you say yes and show up dressed to the nines. The guys all give you once overs and compliments, but Bob just blushes red and seems to avoid you. As the group parties itself from bar to club and back to a bar again, you notice how Bob seems to shrink into himself, rather like he wants to be anywhere but here.
You don't drink much either and exhaustion is quickly overshadowing your fun mood.
"Hey, Bob." You practically have to scream the words into his ear. "I'm beat. Tash was my ride home but I don't think she's in a state to get me anywhere safely. Would you mind?"
He's helping you out of the chair with a soft nod, holding your hand tight as he leads you out of the bar. From the lascivious look you get from Hangman as the two of you pass by, you're sure he thinks Bob is taking you home for an entirely different reason.
You feel like you can finally breathe when the two of you step outside. Bob's hand is rough, big and deliciously warm around your own as he leads you to his truck in the parking lot and opens the passenger door.
"C'mon, let's get you home." In that moment, as his words hang in the night air between you, you peck his cheek softly. He freezes, like you've just shocked him.
"What was that for?" He sounds awed that you would ever want to kiss him.
"A thank you, for driving me home." Your words are muffled by a yawn you hide into the back of your hand as you settle into the passenger seat.
"You don't have to do that." His blush is crimson in the low light.
"Do what? Thank you or kiss you?" Your exhaustion is slurring your words. At a stoplight, you watch the muscles of his face expand and contract, sleepily noting how he frowns, just a little as he thinks.
"Both." He's chewing on his bottom lip as the light changes and he places his foot on the accelerator again.
"Hate to break it to you, Bob, but I'd kiss you on a lot more places than your cheek if you let me." He blinks, before pulling the car onto the shoulder.
"Then go out with me?" You can barely see his face, but you're nodding just as easily as you'd kissed his cheek earlier.
When you wake up the next morning, there's water and painkillers on your bedside table, half-there memories floating through your mind, and a note saying, "Dinner tonight. 6 PM. Thanks for giving me a chance. Bob"
