Skephalo Oneshots

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Prompt- "...Shot Gun?"

AN//  Bad-Boy Bad, Soft-Boy Skeppy, kiinnddaa citron vert, i had way too much fun with this. Hope you enjoy/ Also, sorry, the word clope is french slang for cigarette and i forgot to mention it for other countries reading.

Thank-you so much for 1k reads too! I honestly didn't think i'd get many if any as i was just doing this for fun. 

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Another day, another night working the graveyard shift at CVS. Signing to himself, Zak's eyes lazily drifted around the store, glancing at the products they sold and random signs he'd read hundred of times. Until his eyes, inevitably, fell onto his coworker restocking a shelf. His eyes drifted down the tall boy's body, past the uniform vest covering his red polo shirt, down to his fitted tan slacks, and all the way down to his black sneakers, then back up again. The boy wasn't ugly, far from it actually. 

As Zak... studied him, he noticed the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose, his glasses sliding down them periodically. His brownish hair fell into his face as he bobbed his head to whatever music was playing through his headphones. His eyes, a hazel-green colour, always seemed to draw Zak in when ever he looked into them. Blinking, Zak quickly looked away when he notice his coworker was looking directly at him, a flat expression on his face, only one of his eyebrows quirked. 

Shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed to compose himself, Zak's face was flaming hot and a bright pink. Embarrassed, he busied himself on his phone, brainlessly scrolling through Instagram. 

Someone clearing their throat in-front of him, catching Zak attention immediately. His coworker was there, standing in-front of him. The sight of him alone made Zak's mouth go dry and his eyes go big. "I'm going for a smoke break." He spoke simply, not moving from his space as he began to pull out a clope. Nodding, Zak's eyes quickly flicked to the man's name tag.

Darryl.

His name was Darryl.

Smiling, Zak immediately looked back up at the man, Darryl. "A-alright, I'm- I'll be here." He spoke softly, looking down halfway through speaking as Darryl's eyes were dead set, no emotion showing through, not even a smile. But as soon as Zak looked down, Darryl smirked, rolling his eyes. 

Nodding, Darryl made his way to the back of the store, a clope easily set between his lips, "I'll be back here if you need me, or want to join me." He added with a wink and smile.  The action made Zak blush again, looking back down, this time with a small smile. 

At the sound of the door closing, Zak let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in. Clutching his chest dramatically, his heart beating so hard he swore he was having a heart attack.

He took a few moments to calm himself down, looking around the empty store with a curious expression. 'Maybe i could-' He thought, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he debated Darryl's offer of joining him. Zak had never smoked before, nor did he ever have an interest in it before, but the though of impressing Darryl or even making him think he was more than an innocent boy made Zak excited. 

Taking a deep breath, he shook his hands out, shoving his phone in his back pocket, and putting the closed sign on the store front doors. 'It's 2 in the morning, the depressed teens and crack heads can wait for a little.' Zak though with a smile. 

Making his way to the back exit, Zak fiddled with his own fingers, dragging his busted converse against the rough carpet as he walked. Nerves spiked up his spine, the sudden adrenaline rush made his heart stutter. "I can do this, be cool." He muttered to himself, his hands resting lightly on the doors handle. Taking a quick deep breath, he pushed it open.