Hellooo, can you please make a fic where the reader is a girlfriend who likes listening to jasper talk about his buckets??
Jasper Dunlop X Reader
Authors note: Thank you Anon for requesting! My ideas have been so dry and I needed a push! Thank you for providing it. Please please request more! I love writing these. Jasper never gets enough love. Have a wonderful day/night/evening! I’m sorry this is so short! Any advice or suggestions are always welcomed!
“I’m a bucketeer!”
You were at Junk N’ Stuff. Blissfully unaware of the super hero cave below you. Sometimes the store had junk that interested you. Maybe you like antiques, or vintage, or maybe you like to take ugly things and give them a new life. Whatever the reason was you were never really there for the junk or stuff, but instead for the dashing cashier with a charming smile. You like to come into Junk N’ Stuff to keep your sweet boyfriend company on his long daily shifts. Today Junk N’ Stuff received a set of vintage buckets.
As you approached the cashier he giddily jumped as if he was waiting for you immediately greeting you and beginning to talk about the new vintage bucket set Junk N’ Stuff received today. Of course he knew every story behind every bucket, the history, what it’s made of, what it was originally designed for. He knew it all. You were one of the only people who ever listened to him rant on about buckets. To add on to that you were the only person who was actually genuinely interested in the buckets. “This set comes from Sweden in the 1800s, the Swedish people used sets like this to hold their beer for celebration.” “Really? Tell me more.” He gladly continued on about them. You were leaning on the cashier table both hands supporting your head. You gazed lovingly at him as he went on he was so cute. He’s such a little bucket nerd. It’s adorable.
“And this one is made out of real titanium. It was- ah never mind. You probably don’t care about any of this.” He shrugs it off. You quickly grab his hands in yours “No, no. I care. Please keep going.” You smile at him and his heart feels like it’s going to explode. He continues on about the buckets. He finishes his rant. “That is so interesting. You just have all that knowledge in your head?” “Yeah. I’m a bucketeer!” “Yes you are. I like your head.” “I like your head” “Don’t make it weird.” “What? I said what you said!” “Let’s not play a game of he said she said” “But yo-“ You lean over the counter and cut him off with a kiss. He kisses you back. You lift yourself onto the counter and are sitting on it. Jasper puts his hands on your hips and is standing between your legs. You put your hands in his hair as his mouth works on yours. You let your tongue find its way into his mouth and in return his tongue dances with yours. After a few moments you pull away a thin string of saliva connecting you. You laugh and wipe your lip gloss off of his mouth (if you wear lipgloss). “Mwah!” You give him a final kiss jumping off the counter as someone walks into the store.
…The End!…