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Punk!England x Nerd!Reader a request for Kuseru1221
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He's always been curious about you. The way you were so beautiful, but super smart. From his experience with beautiful girls, he's always found them to be brainless. But you! You were beautiful AND smart. Super shiny and probably soft (color) hair, beautiful (color) eyes looking like a (mineral that is the same color as your eyes), just the right curves, not to big nor small size breasts ((sorry i had to XD)), and oh god that smile of yours! It takes his breath away. He wanted you to be his, no one else's. He wanted to protect you from this brainless and no good world. Just one problem tho. You were his best friend.
He didn't want to ruin your great friendship, seeing as if you rejected him, things would become very awkward. He couldn't let that happen. It would break his damn punk heart. Unknown to him tho, you also felt the same towards him. How abnormal his eye brows were, how his blonde hair was soft and fell on his head in the perfect way, how his emerald green eyes would always sparkle when he joke about all the brainless jocks and cheerleaders,and how he was a punk but at the same time a gentleman.
You've loved him since the first time you met him ((cheesy i know XD)). He just makes you happy. Even now when you both just sit together on a park bench, watching the fall leaves blow in the wind as night approaches. You look to him, seeing him finish off his last smoke for the night. You smile sadly, knowing that it would one day kill him, but you didn't mind it. It kept him calm and relaxed. He saw you look at him and turned his head to look at you, an eyebrow raised.
"You okay love?" his accent thick when he spoke
"Yeah, just thinking" you blush slightly
"May I ask, what about?"
"Oh well..uh..the past and everything."
"Meaning..."
"Meeting you"
"I see.." his cheeks turned a slight pink remembering how cute you looked when you had accidentally spilled your tea on him in the coffee shop as well as saying sorry repeatedly and trying to clean him up with your sleeve of your shirt
"I was so embarrassed that day" you blush a bit more
"and you think I wasn't? I was beet red when your were trying to rub off the tea!" he chuckled
"very true..." you giggle
He blushed more at your cuteness and tried covering it up by turning his head away. Noticing, you frown slightly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Artie, are you okay?"
"y-yeah.." but his face disobeyed on what he said and blushed more at the nick name you gave him
"are you sure? i mean your face is beet red..."
"y-yeah im sure.."
"okay Artie" you smiled softly and pat his shoulder
That did it. Everything went so fast, it took you a moment on what happened. You felt soft yet chapped lips against yours and calloused hands on your cheeks. Then you realized what happened, you immediately kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him. He was surprised that you actually kissed back and smiled softly, removing his hands and placing them on your hips.
After a while you both pull apart, panting slightly. He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as you giggle and rubb your noses together.
"I love you (name)"
"I love you too Artie"
End~
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He's always been curious about you. The way you were so beautiful, but super smart. From his experience with beautiful girls, he's always found them to be brainless. But you! You were beautiful AND smart. Super shiny and probably soft (color) hair, beautiful (color) eyes looking like a (mineral that is the same color as your eyes), just the right curves, not to big nor small size breasts ((sorry i had to XD)), and oh god that smile of yours! It takes his breath away. He wanted you to be his, no one else's. He wanted to protect you from this brainless and no good world. Just one problem tho. You were his best friend.
He didn't want to ruin your great friendship, seeing as if you rejected him, things would become very awkward. He couldn't let that happen. It would break his damn punk heart. Unknown to him tho, you also felt the same towards him. How abnormal his eye brows were, how his blonde hair was soft and fell on his head in the perfect way, how his emerald green eyes would always sparkle when he joke about all the brainless jocks and cheerleaders,and how he was a punk but at the same time a gentleman.
You've loved him since the first time you met him ((cheesy i know XD)). He just makes you happy. Even now when you both just sit together on a park bench, watching the fall leaves blow in the wind as night approaches. You look to him, seeing him finish off his last smoke for the night. You smile sadly, knowing that it would one day kill him, but you didn't mind it. It kept him calm and relaxed. He saw you look at him and turned his head to look at you, an eyebrow raised.
"You okay love?" his accent thick when he spoke
"Yeah, just thinking" you blush slightly
"May I ask, what about?"
"Oh well..uh..the past and everything."
"Meaning..."
"Meeting you"
"I see.." his cheeks turned a slight pink remembering how cute you looked when you had accidentally spilled your tea on him in the coffee shop as well as saying sorry repeatedly and trying to clean him up with your sleeve of your shirt
"I was so embarrassed that day" you blush a bit more
"and you think I wasn't? I was beet red when your were trying to rub off the tea!" he chuckled
"very true..." you giggle
He blushed more at your cuteness and tried covering it up by turning his head away. Noticing, you frown slightly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Artie, are you okay?"
"y-yeah.." but his face disobeyed on what he said and blushed more at the nick name you gave him
"are you sure? i mean your face is beet red..."
"y-yeah im sure.."
"okay Artie" you smiled softly and pat his shoulder
That did it. Everything went so fast, it took you a moment on what happened. You felt soft yet chapped lips against yours and calloused hands on your cheeks. Then you realized what happened, you immediately kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him. He was surprised that you actually kissed back and smiled softly, removing his hands and placing them on your hips.
After a while you both pull apart, panting slightly. He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as you giggle and rubb your noses together.
"I love you (name)"
"I love you too Artie"
End~
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Welp, Ya got my personality right. I'm a nerd and if I were in a senatio of that 'incident' at the café, I would probrably do the same thing. Nice work! I give to you a thumbs up! 👍