I am BEGGING for some Lemon (bullet train) x reader fluff. I just ask that the reader be gender neutral pretty please🤭
"$10 says he pick up something with either Angelina Jolie or Kate Beckinsale." You picked through the horror section of new releases in the ChoicesUK. It was an old reliable, your loyalty card was beginning to peel around the edges.
"Not taking you up on that, you'd definitely win." Lemon was pacing around to your left, looking out for his brother who was leafing through the action section while simultaneously giving you his opinions on potential movie night selections. "Don't pick that one."
"What's wrong with House of Wax?"
"Just don't want to see that shit." He shrugged, avoiding your look. You poked his side with the DVD case.
"Don't tell me you're scared of this, Paris Hilton's in it." He rolled his eyes at you. "Oh come on, wax? Really?"
"I'm not crazy for not wanting to see people be covered in that shit, yeah? Why can't you pick a comedy for once?"
"I think you just hate fun." You placed the case back on the shelf and moved to the comedy section."13 Going on 30. Not scary at all."
"None of that romance shit, either."
"I can't win with you!" You squatted down to look at the other titles. "If you're not careful we're gonna be stuck with Daredevil again."
"Yeah, I'll take my chances." He glanced over to his brother again, making sure he was out of earshot. "I took care of that thing, by the way."
"That thing?"
"Jason. He was giving you shit about that time you accidentally stole his pack of cigarettes from his locker." Wasn't an accident. "I talked to him about it."
"Does he still have all of his fingers?"
"I just talked to him, yeah? I don't want you worrying about pricks like him." He pulled out a pack of Camels from his pocket. "This is a gift of goodwill from him. He hopes there's no hard feelings." You took the pack from him, shoving it into your inside pocket. "And if he happens to have a black eye the next time you see him..."
"I'll imagine him walking into a streetlamp, yeah." You fiddled with one of the cases, picking at a loose section of plastic covering. "I could've dealt with that, y'know."
"I don't like thinking about you having to deal with that shit." He coughed, while you smiled to yourself, eyes still glued to the shelf in front of you. "Put up with way too many dickheads as it is."
"Comes with working at Specsavers." You huffed out a breath that was halfway to a laugh. "Who knew."
You heard Tangerine shout from across the shop floor, hoisting up a DVD case that looked suspiciously like it had Ben Affleck in a red costume on it. "It's a classic, innit?!"
"Get out of the superhero section, man!" You shouted back, to the annoyance of the other customers and the amusement of Lemon. "Such a dick." You two shared a glance. "Something on your mind there?"
"Listen..." you paused when you felt him put his hand on your upper arm. "If that place is giving you trouble, we're gonna take care of it, yeah?" Avoiding eye contact you stared at the date nightz label on the shelf. "I'm gonna take care of it." You nodded.
"Okay." You said it quieter than you meant to. "Okay, yeah, alright." You nodded again, putting as much conviction as you could into making yourself seem confident in you agreement. You reached out to rest your hand on his forearm, an attempt to ground yourself in one of the few true constants in your life. "Thank you."
He shrugged, like it meant nothing. Like it was so obvious you were a fool for not getting it, that he would stand up to every asshole coworker and prickish customer if it meant you were a little less stressed coming home, that he would burn every one of his bridges if it meant you would be warm for just a little while. You hated how easy he made it all look.
