Can you write a lil prompt where the reader asks out August but August already thought they were dating
PRETTY LADY !
WHAT'S THE GIG ?... august was always a little dense romantically. so, when you went up to him and asked him to go out with you after weeks of flirting and he asked if you were already dating, you don't know why you were surprised.
featuring . . . august x black!reader
WHAT'S THE MOTION ?... FLUFF. black!reader. cursing. umm, not much else.
luvrs note: this took unnecessarily long, my apologies
you'd beat around the bush about this for weeks now.
did everything known to man except going up to august and just asking him to go out.
"just go," riyo said, pushing you toward augusts room.
low rock played from it, though it didn't sound like he was in the middle of a piece - thankfully.
it's common knowledge he gets a little funny when he's working.
whatever got the job done.
now isn't the time to ponder his questionable work ethic, though.
eishia smiled sweetly by your side. "the worse he could say is no."
riyo shook her head reluctantly. "he won't say no!"
frowning, you looked elsewhere. "and what makes you so sure?"
"well..." eishia ponders, "you are all he talks about."
"and you guys have been flirting for weeks!" riyo exclaims, her frustration obviously building. "what the hells the point in dancing around like birds if you weren't gonna actually date?"
you shift on the balls of your feet. "...i guess you have a point."
"exactly!" she groans, trying to push you further. "so, go!"
still, something in your body just wouldn't let you. you were sure if it was just nerves, cold feet, or maybe even something inside you telling you it wasn't worth it.
ah, yes. the point of overthinking that's accompanied by self-doubt.
eishia keeps a stable hand on your upper and forearm. "it's okay... he might get a little loud, but -"
before she could finish her sentence, the metal door swung open - and there stood august.
sewing pins sat between his lips, measuring tape draped around his neck as his goggles slowly slide down his forehead.
maybe he was working?
he tilts his head, removing the sewing pins before grinning widely. "hey! whatcha standin' out here for?!"
riyo and eishia both step aside, with eishia waving her brother bye before the two walk off.
now you've got no choice but to follow through without support. great.
"weird..." august murmurs, "still doesn't answer why yer campin' outside my door, though!"
scratching the side of your head awkwardly, you rest your hand on a beaded necklace around your neck - made by august, of course.
who said his artistry had to stop at clothing?
snapping in the middle of your face brings you back.
"hello?" august teases, poking your forehead. "anyone home?!"
giggling, you slap his hand away. "quit it, august!"
"what's up with you?" he asks, rounding you like a curious kid. "you feelin' sick?"
clearing your throat, you grab him by the shoulders to stop him from walking circles around you. "i have a question. okay?"
he nods slowly. "okay...?"
"and it's totally fine if you say no -"
"spit it out!" he demands, plucking your forehead this time.
"ouch..." you frown, rubbing the spot. "i just..." puffing up your cheeks, you sigh. "could we maybe - please - date?"
you hadn't noticed you'd closed your eyes when you said it. but when you opened them, august was scratching his head and looked confused.
"huh?" he hums.
kissing your teeth, "can we date? like, officially?"
before you know it, he's laughing enough to just barely shake the walls nearby. "aren't we already dating?"
this time, you're the one confused. "huh?"
"yeah!" he insists, "i kinda already told enjin and..." he pauses, fixing the goggles on his head. "...almost everyone else that we already were?"
"did you tell riyo and eishia?" you ask, pinching your brow.
he nods. "yeah!"
those dumbasses made you do this for no reason.
"wait, so..." he says. "are we dating or not? 'cause if not, it's kinda too late-!"
"yes," you interrupt. "yes, we're dating."
with all the whimsy in the world, august turns on his heel and goes back into his room. "sweet! the pretty lady loves me!"
WHAT'S THE GIG?... august has always had a creative mind, making the impossible-possible in the dump of the Ground. but sometimes, his mind gets bored; people always want the same things. sturdy jeans, another vest 'cause their last one got ripped, an improvement on shoes... the basics. until you came along. now, he can't stop vibrating with inspiration.
featuring... august x black!reader
WHAT'S THE MOTION?... FLUFF. reader has a fairy aesthetic. reader is black. reader is an established cleaner. very light suggestive content. eventual relationship. casual kissing.
luvrs note: fairy-core reader. black girl fairy core has always been the apple of my eye. we love y'all! yes, WE. on another note, cute & fluffy august content!
august, who was gagged from the moment he saw you.
"yo!" he'd call, approaching you with a lanky kind of style and messy appearance. it works, but also, what was the goal?
long platinum hair waves behind him as he circles around you. "i dig your style! who's your stylist?"
"oh, um..." you take a step back, fringed skirt following after you. "i try to make it all myself."
he pulls at the ankh that dipped just past your breasts. "make this, too?"
you nod. "found the charm in a no mans land."
august gasps. "badass! surprised you survived!"
"barely," you laugh, holding a hand out as you introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "what's your name?"
taking it, he shakes your hand firmly. "august. you need an artisan?"
your eyes look him up and down. "what, you design clothes?"
"you bet your pretty ass i do!" he spouts, "oh! um, yeah - yeah, i make clothes for the cleaners! that's what i meant."
laughing again, you nod. "i could use an artisan, august."
he pumps his fist in the air, triumphant and proud. "sick! let me know when you need somethin' made, 'kay?!"
august, who suddenly no longer dealt with procrastination when you brought him nothing but textiles and an idea.
"hey!" he'd holler across the dining area, a dress made from two scraps you'd brought to him two days ago flowing on a hanger he found somewhere. "this match your vision?!"
it's a patchwork dress - a ruffled white dress with a green corset and bubbled sleeves.
you gasped, taking it from him and practically jumping out of your shoes. pressing the dress against your front, you grin at the softness and stringy, open back of it.
initially, you'd only given him two similar-enough pieces of white fabric and asked him to make a sundress out of it. he asked a plethora of questions that you answered with little to no thought - you knew what you wanted, and it didn't take long for him to catch your drift.
but this? this was much more than what you asked for, much less expected.
tossing the dress onto a nearby table, you practically jump on the slender man as you wrap your arms around his neck. "it's perfect!" you pull back, grinning widely. "oh, august, i could kiss you right now!"
before he could mutter a word, you're grabbing the dress and running off to try it on.
meanwhile, riyo's staring at him. "i asked you for a vest a month ago, by the way."
"still in the works!" august insisted, turning on his heel.
"no, it's favoritism." riyo muttered.
still, august shakes his head. "selective procrastination!"
august, who worked his ass off to create something that'd drag the exact same reaction out of you once again. just to see if the offer lasts.
you're practically bouncing through the walls of HQ after august presented you with yet another masterpiece.
it's a top - corset style, heart lined and riddled with butterflies he painted and sewed himself - a light green acts as the base, the winged insects acting as a bright pop of color.
not only that, but they're 3D - you mentioned once, months ago now, that it'd be cool to have a shirt or pair of pants like that. and guess who made it happen?
"gosh, august, you're the best - truly." you frown happily, hugging the man a third time.
he laughs gently in your hold, patting your back awkwardly until you pull away first.
then, you pout a little. "how am i ever gonna pay you back?"
at that, his head tilts. "what do you mean, pay me back?"
"well, i just feel kinda bad not really exchanging it for anything." you murmur, "like, bartering."
"no need for that!" he dismisses boldly, walking past you as his animated hands wave you away. "you bein' happy is enough!"
you can't help the pitiful smile that trembles along your lips. you hug him again, arms wrapping around his back as your head settles on his shoulder - over his long hair, of course. "i'm serious, august!"
carefully, he glances at you over his shoulder. suddenly, his demeanor loosens and he turns delicately in your arms.
and for all the time you've known him, his voice comes out lower - softer - as he asks, "you really wanna make it up to me?"
you nod.
he leans in, hair fanning over his shoulders and soon enough, blocking your peripheral. "then kiss me."
you pause, blinking up at him. "huh?"
"last time i made you something you really liked, you said you'd kiss me," he murmurs. "so kiss me."
so, you do.
august, who's gotten used to your small peck after a piece that makes you float n' flutter like the fairies you love to resemble.
this time, the genius made you wings.
wings! out of wire and some fancy fabric he scavenged all on his own! with a few stitches, small finger pricks and consistent adjustments, he's spent exactly four days and two hours making you wings.
trying them on in a mirror, you couldn't help the grin that crossed your face as you vibrated in your skin.
they looked beautiful - wispy in a way you didn't expect wire to allow, decorated with greens, whites, light yellows and blues you didn't know he even had.
between the fabrics, small, glittery streams and a few sequins were sewed to catch the sunlight perfectly when you wear them out.
august didn't even have to ask if you liked them. he knew you would.
this time, though, you were far more determined to repay this man with a simple kiss.
your hands took his face in, pulling his lips into yours.
at first, he expected it - the gentleness, the warmth, the evident happiness you couldn't withhold without expressing it delightfully.
like always, he expected the kiss. the simple peck as a demonstration of your gratitude.
what he did not expect, however, was a full-on makeout session in one of the HQ's halls.
especially not for it to be in front of enjin and rudo.
august, who now has to deal with the entire HQ knowing that the two of you kiss from time-to-time.
"it's only when she's really happy about the clothes!" he insists, moving riyo's pointer finger out of his face.
enjin cackles, practically throwing himself out of his chair. "what do you do when you're excited, huh?"
riyo whacks enjin, suddenly turning on her partner in crime. "don't say such crude things, what the hell?!"
"wha- it wasn't even that bad!" enjin stammers, dodging a fork flying his way.
ignoring the two, august drags his gloved hands down each side of his middle part, elbows resting on the metal table.
across from him, his little sister sits with her timid smile. as usual.
he'll never know how she turned out to be such a polar opposite from him, but now isn't really the time to dwell on that.
gently, eishia pokes his nose. "so... do you like her?"
august perks up quickly, looking around before dramatically shushing his sister. "don't say it so loud!"
eishia glances at enjin and riyo, who've paused their argument to look at the siblings instead.
"you're the only one being loud, august..." she murmurs, urging him to sit back down. "just... answer the question."
august scowls - more out of annoyance that he has to admit it than at her - before he answers. "...yeah."
with a gentle nod, eishia nudges him again. "you should ask her out."
"i should what?!"
eishia frowns. "august, please..."
august, who tells himself he's doing it to make his little sister happy. definitely not because he also wants to. not because of any external - or internal - influences, except for his little sister and seeing her happy. totally nothing else.
" -can we go out?"
he asks the question with a bouquet of textile flowers, wrapped in plastic he dyed and cut into cute little waves. he didn't do too much - well, not voluntarily.
eishia forced him to do something with his hair, and riyo absolutely refused to let him ask you anything looking the way he did on a day-to-day.
so, there he was.
standing in front of you with flowers he cut and sewed to pipe cleaners, clothes actually coordinating compared to his eccentric, artistic approach.
still, his goggles sit on the top of his head, complementing the gently designed bun atop his head.
he won't complain about it being heavy, or about how awkward he felt holding out flowers he made with fabric and cotton balls that could've been used to make you a skirt. he thinks that would've made you much happier.
august felt like an arts and crafts project, hoping to get the highest appraisal from his favorite person.
but, to his surprise?
you sniffle.
and the sniffle turns into a trembling frown, plump lips twitching against your will as your eyes water at the sight.
immediately, he thinks he's done something wrong.
lowering the flowers, he ignores the pang in his chest and puts you first. a hand reaches out for you, unsure if his touch would be wanted as he asks, "don't cry - why're you crying?"
internally, he's cursing his sister and riyo alike - moreso riyo, from personal bias to his sister, but it doesn't matter.
not when you're crying.
his question gets answered when you hug him, like usual - arms around his neck, face buried just below his jawline - as you nod fervently.
"took you long enough! shit..." you pull away, wiping the flowing tears from your expressive eyes. "yes, i've been waiting for ages!"
august softens, reaching to hug you first this time. "...sorry i took so long."
