Person A doesn’t like it how much Person B swears. So, they make up some rules: every time Person B swears they have to give Person A a little, cute kiss.
Bonus if Person B is the one who doesn’t like kisses and other cutesy things so much and A on the other hand loves constant little kisses.
Double bonus if Person A and Person B are somewhere hanging out with their friends and Person B blurts out a curseword and Person A makes them kiss them even though they’re out in public and in front of their friends.
I couldn’t resist okay?
“Oh fuck. You know that’s bullshit! What’re you a dumbass?” It’s out before he can buffer it. The dread washes over him like a cold sweat. Arsenal can feel her stare. Wide eyes. Lips set in a firm, displeasing line. A slight twitch affecting her left eye.
It only took one day to break their promise. No thanks to his big mouth. But his girlfriend is always prepared. She’s poised to reap her award for his stupidity. Closing in like a lion hunting for its upcoming meal while everyone watches.
His legs twitch with the need to run, but her hand is already on his shoulder, gripping hard and sure. Wonder Girl clears her throat, eyes darting around the room. “Arsenal,” she drawls.
He refuses to even look at her- knowing she’s just waiting. It just had to happen in front of a crowd. Jesus fucking Christ. He’s into the little things like hand holding and those mushy eye glances, when no one’s looking of course… but this?
Her grip tightens, pushing into his shoulder so he has to face her. Bart’s practically dying from choking back his laughter along with Jaime and Conner. Batgirl and Tigress try and fail to hide their smirks.
He glares, ignoring the heat erupting across his cheeks.
Wonder Girl forces their eyes to meet. Arsenal growls but it’s harmless. It’s not like he can fight what’s about to happen. Not when his girlfriend is a demigod.
“Pucker up, honey.”
“Shut it,” he snarls- already tilting his head to the side.
