Booth
Wow, Chaos writing more boys for the first time? Shocking.
Date!Mark (Marquis) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 487
You step out of work, and are shocked at the sight that is the massive line spanning across the doorway. Surely this is some sort of safety hazard in the event of an emergency or something like that, but you’re more fascinated by the idea as to why there’s a massive line in the first place. You try and look around the crowd of people, but to no avail as their heights just block the source of all the commotion from view. As you push through, you hear squeals and laughs from the beginning of the line, which makes you confused more than anything. Is there some sort of celebrity having a meet and greet outside your work? Surely you would have heard about that, right?
You try to seem disinterested as you work your way up to where the front of the line is, not wanting it to seem like you’re attempting to cut the line, you’re just incredibly curious as to what’s going on. There’s a group of teenage girls who walk away from whatever it is, excitedly looking at their phones, which just increases your curiosity.
When you get to the front of the line, you spot Marquis applying chapstick at a crudely made booth with “KISSING BOOTH” sloppily spray painted on it in bright red paint. You simply sigh in exasperation, of course he would choose to do this right outside of your work. He looks up and spots you, brightening immediately as he stands up to greet you.
“Oh no-”
He scoops you up before you’re able to escape back into the crowd, giving you several free kisses as you try to squirm away.
“ACK- MARQ-”
Marquis holds you tight, resting his chin on your chest as he looks up at you, arms holding you up by your waist.
“Hi~I”
“What in the heavenly fuck is wrong with you?? Why is there a kissing booth outside my work, that you’re running!”
“It’s only cheek kisses!”
“YOU ARE KISSING STRANGERS OUTSIDE MY WORKPLACE, YOU DINGUS.”
He simply pouts at you, pursing his lips up at you, giving you the biggest puppy eyes possible. You can’t resist for long, rolling your eyes as you kiss his forehead. He melts a little, giving you a stupid grin as he sets you back down on your feet.
“Am I forgiven?”
“How much money did you make?”
“Enough for a nice date night at that restaurant you were eyeing~”
“Of course that’s why you were doing this…”
“That, and I got bored waiting for you to be done with your shift.”
“Next time, just text me instead of kissing strangers. I would prefer to keep those lips to myself.”
“As you wish.”
The two of you walk away, leading him over to your car to head home, as someone else takes over the booth and the line gets excited again. But that’s no longer your problem.
