I love your style of writing it would be like really cool if you could do a one shot of a Reno x reader, where like it's very banter focused maybe the reader like works at shinra but in a area where they end up talking to Reno quite a bit and like he does idk something stupid yk (we all have seen him in ac) and idk just banter fun sorry I'm not giving you much but I believe in you, thank you.
Reno x reader
I turned this into a few scenarios! And feel free to tell me if it isn't what you wanted! I'm always willing to give it another shot!
Warnings: swearing.
scenario 1
Reno's report slipped from his grasp, fluttering down before landing face down on the floor. He exhaled sharply through his nose, and crouched down, fingers brushing the edge of the paper.
As he lifted it back into his hands, he noticed one corner had bent slightly and smudged against something faintly sticky.
Great.
Just what this deadline chased afternoon needed, a wrinkled report.
(Y/n) stood in the doorway, watching Reno pick up the report with a bemused expression on her face. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she observed Reno's slightly annoyed expression. She couldn't help but find his frustration amusing.
"Rough day?" she remarked, leaning against the doorway.
Reno shot her a sideways glance, a hint of irritation still etched on his face. "No, sunshine, just another perfect day at the office," he replied sarcastically as he examined the crinkled corner of the report. "Everything is just peachy here."
"Oh wow, peachy," (Y/n) echoed flatly, stepping fully into the room. "That explains why you're radiating 'I hate everyone' energy." She walked over and plucked the report right out of his hands before he could protest. Holding it up at eye level, she squinted at the smudged corner. "Mmm… sticky residue? Tseng won't be happy."
"Hey!" Reno snapped, immediately missing the report in his hands. He shot up from his seat like a spring-loaded trap.
He didn't lunge for it though, that would be too obvious, too desperate. Instead he crossed his arms and scowled at her with mock offense. "That's classified material, you know."
His eyes flicked to the smudge again and he winced internally, yeah Tseng was definitely gonna notice that stain...
(Y/n) held the report just out of his reach, tilting her head with exaggerated innocence. "Ooooh, classified," she mocked in a singsong voice. "I'll only take a tiny peak then." She turned it slightly and tapped the smudge with one finger. "Though you're going to have to replace this one."
Reno's scowl deepened, his eyes narrowing as he watched her nonchalantly tap the smudge again. He could practically hear Tseng's irritated voice already, the disapproving lecture playing on repeat in his mind.
"Oh, really? You're going to help yourself to a little sneak peek, huh?" He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and swiped at the report half-heartedly.
"And who's gonna make me replace it, sweetheart? You?"
(Y/n) held the report high above her head, arms stretched as she grinned at Reno. "Yeah! Me!" she declared proudly.
She wasn't even tall, but right now with his papers in hand and a cheeky glint in her eye? She looked smugger than any Turk had a right to be.
"Oh, you little brat," Reno muttered through a smirk that was fighting its way onto his face despite himself.
He reached out to grab it, but she just pushed against his chest, holding the paper out of his reach (she was shorter, but she played dirty). His left arm stretched awkwardly over her shoulder as he tried to snatch the report from her hands.
"You think this is funny? Holding my work hostage?"
(Y/n) giggled as Reno struggled, her small frame surprisingly strong from months of Turk training. "Super funny," she said between laughs.
She twisted sideways, using his momentum against him as she spun and shoved the report behind her back with one hand while keeping the other pressed flat on his chest to push him away.
Reno let out an exasperated groan, but there was no real anger in it. Just that familiar mix of irritation and amusement he always felt around (Y/n).
"You're insufferable," he said, taking another step forward to corner her against the desk. His turquoise eyes glinted with playful challenge as they locked onto hers.
He made a sudden lunge, not for the report this time.
(Y/n) yelped as Reno suddenly grabbed both her wrists, twisting slightly in surprise. "Hey! No fair!" she protested. The report slipped from her grip and fluttered back down to the floor.. again.
She barely noticed, she was too busy being trapped between Reno's arms and the desk behind her, their faces suddenly way closer than they'd been a second ago.
Reno froze.
His hands were still wrapped around her wrists, but the fight had drained out of him in an instant. All he could see was (Y/n)'s wide (e/c) eyes staring up at him, her nose inches from his own. Her breath ghosted over his lips.
For once, Reno Sinclair didn't have a single sarcastic remark ready.
"Get a room." The sudden voice broke the silence. Rude entered the office space, arms crossed and an unused look on his face.
"Or you know, just kiss already," he added bluntly.
Reno jerked back from (Y/n) like he'd been burned, dropping her wrists and taking a full step away. His heart hammered against his ribs.
"It's not like that!" He snapped, his face instantly burning.
(Y/n)'s face turned as red as Reno's hair. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"Uh-huh," Rude said, unimpressed. "You two have been doing that weird flirty-but-not-flirting thing for months."
He walked past them toward his desk and dropped a stack of files down with a thud.
Reno's mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he finally said, voice higher than usual. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "This is a professional environment."
(Y/n) blinked rapidly, still flustered. "Yup," she agreed weakly. "Super professional."
She bent down to pick up the report off the floor again, needing something to do with her hands.
Rude sat at his desk and started flipping through paperwork without another word, but he kept glancing over every few seconds like a silent judge of their awkwardness.
Reno cleared his throat awkwardly and busied himself with straightening the papers on his desk. He avoided looking at (Y/n), avoiding looking at Rude, honestly just avoiding eye contact altogether.
He flipped open a random folder, pretending to read something very important that definitely wasn't about their mission report from two weeks ago.
Rude continued working as well, the only sound in the room for the next few hours was the rustle of paper and the distant hum of the air conditioning.
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Scenario 2
(Y/n) slumped in her chair, fingers tapping an rhythm on the desk. The latest report glared back at her, but her focus kept slipping.
Across the office floor, Elena was quietly laughing at something on her phone while Rude had one foot up on a drawer and was reading a magazine (having finished his paper work for the day). Even Tseng looked half-asleep behind his computer screen.
The quiet hum of productivity around Reno only made him feel restless. He sighed quietly and rubbed his temples, paperwork wasn't hard… but it was boring as hell.
Reno groaned and leaned back in his chair, tossing his pen onto his desk. His eyes roamed the room, taking note of the others' lack of productivity. Elena's constant giggling and Rude's nonchalant attitude only heightened his annoyance. Reno's gaze lingered on Tseng for a moment, who seemed to be doing his work quietly. He grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.
This is unbearably dull.
Reno turned his head slightly, noticing (Y/n)'s distant expression. She wasn't writing anything down, just tapping her fingers like she was somewhere else entirely.
Reno leaned forward and called out to her in a low voice. "Hey, what's got you so focused, hmm?"
(Y/n) snapped her attention to Reno, her fingers halting their idle drumming on the desk.
"Huh? Oh, not much." she replied nonchalantly, trying to seem unfazed. She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Just thinking."
"Just thinking?" Reno repeated, raising an eyebrow skeptically. He rested his chin on his hand, studying her face.
"You look like you're a million miles away," he added with a slight smirk. "What's so interesting in your head that it beats paperwork?"
His tone was teasing but curious, frankly... He was bored.
(Y/n) chuckled lightly, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She knew Reno would try to tease her for his own entertainment. He always did.
"Oh, well, you know me," she replied, feigning nonchalance. "My thoughts are just as chaotic as I am."
Elena shot a curious look in their direction, raising an eyebrow, but continued scrolling through her phone. Rude, however, had his gaze fixed on their conversation, listening with interest.
Reno smirked wider at her vague answer, leaning his elbows on the desk. "Chaotic thoughts? That's not an answer," he shot back playfully.
He tilted his head slightly, turquoise eyes glinting with mischief. "Come onnnn," Reno dragged out the word in that whiny tone he used when trying to coax info out of (Y/n).
Rude snorted quietly from across the room but kept pretending to read, though everyone knew better than to think Rude wasn't fully invested now.
"Ugh, Reno," (Y/n) groaned dramatically, spinning her pen between her fingers. "It's stupid."
She hesitated for a second before finally sighing and blurting it out: "I was thinking about... weddings."
The moment the word left her mouth, she immediately regretted saying anything. Her face flushed pink as she stared at his desk instead of looking at him.
Reno's playful smirk faltered slightly into surprise at the unexpected answer. He'd expected anything but that.
That was... that was serious adult stuff. The kind of thing people who had their lives together thought about.
And here (Y/n) was, his usually flippant, sarcastic coworker who mocked everything including him daily, casually dropping the wedding bomb while turning pink.
Reno's eyes widened for a moment before a sly grin crept back onto his face.
"Weddings, huh?" he repeated, the hint of a laugh in his tone. "And why exactly are you thinking about that?"
(Y/n) felt her face flush a deeper shade of pink. She shrugged, trying to play off her embarrassment.
"It was just a random thought," she muttered, still avoiding his gaze.
She fidgeted with the pen in her fingers, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Reno would never let her live this down if he knew the details of what she was actually thinking.
"It's stupid, forget I said anything," she added hastily.
Reno knew he had struck gold.
He chuckled softly at her flustered reaction and leaned forward even more, a sparkle in his bright eyes. "No, no. You can't just say something like that and expect me to forget." The grin on his face widened. He was having way too much fun with this.
"Come on. Cough it up. What exactly were you thinking about weddings for?"
"Oh gosh, Reno," (Y/n) groaned, dragging a hand down her face. She hated how easily he could make her squirm like this.
"It's not that deep," she huffed defensively. "Just... y'know... imagining what kind of wedding I'd have if I ever got married." She picked at the edge of her paperwork now instead of looking at him, anywhere but his stupid, smug face right now.
It was almost too easy to rile her up. "Imagining a wedding?" he echoed. "That's awfully serious, (Y/n)." His eyes studied her every move, her fiddling with the paperwork, the flush on her cheeks. Reno decided to go in for the kill. "Who's the lucky guy?" he teased. "Any special someone you're envisioning walking down the aisle?"
(Y/n) felt her cheeks burning hotter. Why was she so affected by Reno's teasing? She was usually good at bantering back with him.
She scoffed at his question, acting annoyed instead of flustered.
"As if I'd ever tell you," she said haughtily.
But the image of (Y/n) in a wedding dress popped unexpectedly into Reno's head making his breath hitched.
(Y/n) in white, walking toward him at the altar. The thought made his stomach do something weird. Something he didn't want to examine too closely.
He blinked rapidly and forced himself back into teasing mode before those unfamiliar feelings could settle in properly. "Oh come on," Reno said with an exaggerated eye roll, masking whatever just happened internally. "There's got to be someone you're picturing right now." His tone was light but there was an odd tension underneath it now, like this question mattered more than he'd admit aloud.
(Y/n) shifted uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly feeling exposed. She wasn't used to Reno digging this deep into personal stuff, usually they just bantered about missions or dumb office gossip.
"I mean..." she started hesitantly, "I don't know? Maybe someone nice."
Reno raised an eyebrow, "you're aiming real high." He snickered softly, leaning a bit closer.
Her awkward hesitation only made him push a bit more. "Come on. Give me more than that. What else? Tall, dark, handsome? Strong? Funny? Rich?" Reno's tone was still light but he seemed a little too interested now.
(Y/n)'s cheeks burned even brighter as Reno continued to press her for details.
She fidgeted, her leg bouncing under the desk like she was nervous.
"I mean... all of those things?"
Reno's expression darkened a tiny fraction at her answer. His heart did that weird fluttery thing again. He tried to ignore the disappointment.
He covered up his reaction with the usual smug smirk, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. "All of those things, huh? That's quite the dream guy," Reno teased, trying not to sound bitter.
"You know what they say, high standards, high chances of loneliness," he added, a touch of dryness in his voice.
(Y/n) blinked at Reno's sudden shift in tone. That dry comment stung more than it should have.
"Reno, what?" she asked bluntly, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Are you making fun of me or something?"
She sat up straighter now, the teasing had crossed into territory that made her defensive.
Reno met (Y/n)'s narrowed gaze with his usual smirk, but there was an edge to it now. "Oh I'm not making fun of you," he said breezily, waving a hand dismissively. "Just stating facts."
He leaned back further in his chair, crossing one ankle over the other casually.
"If you're looking for some perfect prince charming who's tall and rich and whatever else... good luck finding that guy." His tone dripped sarcasm, classic Reno deflection when something actually bothered him.
(Y/n)'s expression hardened. She didn't appreciate Reno talking down to her like that.
"First of all," she snapped, "who said I was looking for some perfect guy? Second, why are you even caring so much?"
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, clearly annoyed now.
Reno scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Oh please," he said with exaggerated disbelief. "Who'd even want to marry someone like you anyway?" The words came out harsher than intended, but Reno doubled down, sarcasm was his armor when emotions got messy.
"You're annoying and bossy and always arguing with me over dumb stuff."
Each insult dripped sarcasm rather than real malice, classic Reno being a jerk because feelings confused him.
The comment stung more than (Y/n) was expecting. She and Reno bickered like an old married couple sometimes, sure. But hearing him say that no one would want to marry her... that hit close to home.
(Y/n) bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling as tears pricked her eyes. She hated how his words had made her emotional.
She stood up abruptly from her desk so fast that the chair screeched against the floor.
Reno watched (Y/n) storm out of the office, her chair still wobbling from how fast she'd stood up. The door slammed behind her with a loud bang.
For a moment, there was silence in the Turk office.
Elena slowly lowered her phone, blinking at Reno. Rude had stopped pretending to read his magazine entirely now, giving his partner a glare.
Reno froze.
The slam of the door had echoed through the entire office, but the silence that followed was deafening.
Elena and Rude exchanged glances, both shocked at (Y/n)'s sudden exit, and even more shocked by Reno's stupid comment.
Rude slowly closed his magazine before turning fully to face Reno. His expression was unreadable behind his sunglasses, but everyone knew it meant trouble for Reno.
"Go apologize. Now."
Rude's voice was low and deadly serious, the kind of tone that made even Reno straighten up.
The entire office had gone tense, Elena stopped scrolling entirely, Tseng finally lifted his head from his computer screen to watch the scene unfold.
Reno opened his mouth to say something sarcastic in response but... nothing came out. He just stared at the closed door where (Y/n) had stormed out moments ago.
Rude didn't move or speak again, just kept that intense stare locked on Reno.
Reno swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like an idiot. The weight of his own dumb words crashed down on him all at once. He hadn't meant it like that. It was just sarcasm! Their usual banter!
But now (Y/n) was gone... and she looked devastated when she left...
Reno didn't need anymore convincing.
He shot out of his chair like a rocket, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to catch up to (Y/n). He was moving fast through the office and down the hall, his long stride quickly eating up the distance.
Reno was on a mission now, find (Y/n) and apologize before she really did hate him.
Reno practically sprinted down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest.
He'd screwed up big time. He'd known exactly which buttons to push to get (Y/n) upset, but he hadn't meant to push them that hard.
"Damnit," he muttered to himself as he turned a corner, eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of (Y/n).
Where was she? Where would she have run off to? The training room? The break room? Her apartment?
—
(Y/n) had found herself a small, hidden spot in the back of the training room. She was currently sitting with her back leaned up against a pile of exercise mats, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She felt so stupid. Why had she let Reno get under her skin like that? It was embarrassing. She buried her face deeper into her arms.
Reno burst into the training room, out of breath and still scanning the area. When he spotted the pile of exercise mats, his heart leaped.
There she was. He could see a flash of her familiar hair from behind the mats.
He carefully approached the spot, feeling guilt weigh heavily on his shoulders. He took a few cautious steps closer, stopping when he was directly behind her. Reno cleared his throat softly.
"Hey."
(Y/n) tensed up at the familiar voice. She didn't turn around or look up, but her shoulders stiffened.
"What do you want?"Her voice was quiet and thick with unshed tears.
Reno felt like his chest had been punched when he heard her shaky voice. He crouched down slowly.
"I... I messed up," Reno admitted quietly. His usual sarcastic tone was completely gone, replaced by genuine remorse.
"That thing I said... it was stupid." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unsure how to fix this but knowing he had to try.
(Y/n) sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes. "You think?" she said bitterly, voice cracking.
She wiped at her face angrily with the back of her hand. "Why did you even say that stuff? You know me better than that."
Her lower lip trembled slightly despite how hard she was trying not to cry in front of him.
Reno felt like the biggest jerk in the world. (Because he is)
He reached out slowly, hesitating before gently placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "I didn't mean it," he said firmly, his voice softer than usual. "I was just being an idiot because... I don't know why I said that." He swallowed hard.
"It wasn't true at all."
(Y/n) finally looked at him, eyes red and puffy. There was a mix of anger and hurt written clearly across her face. "If you didn't mean it, then why did you say it?" she demanded, voice still thick with unshed tears. "Reno, I can handle your teasing fine. But that hurt."
"I know," Reno said immediately, his voice quiet and sincere. "And I'm so sorry."
He shifted closer without thinking, wanting to do something, anything, to comfort her.
"It was a stupid thing to say," he continued. "I was just being a jerk because... because talking about weddings made me feel weird." His cheeks tinted pink as he admitted that last part.
(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at the blush that dusted across his cheeks. The sight of him looking vulnerable was a rare one.
"Weird how?" she asked softly, her voice gentler now.
Reno's cheeks flushed a bit more as he met her gaze. "It just felt... wrong to picture you with some perfect guy," he admitted slowly. "It just bothered me for some reason."
He shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck again. He was trying to play it off as no big deal, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
(Y/n) felt a pang in her chest at his words. The idea of Reno feeling bothered by the thought of her with someone else was odd. She tilted her head slightly, studying his face. "Why does it bother you so much who I end up with?"
Reno hesitated, his mouth opening and closing a few times like he was trying to find the right words. "I dunno," he finally said, shrugging half heartedly. "Just... doesn't sit right with me." He exhaled sharply through his nose before continuing: "you deserve the best... because you're pretty damn amazing." His voice got quieter at that last part.
"Reno," (Y/n) said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
She reached out slowly, hesitantly placing her hand on his cheek. The warmth of his skin under her palm made her heart race.
Without thinking, without overanalyzing it, she leaned in and pressed their lips together.
Reno's breath hitched as her hand touched his cheek, and his mind went blank for a beat when her lips pressed against his. Was this really happening?
As soon as he recovered, though, he leaned into the kiss. His hand found her shoulders and pulled her closer, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. He deepened the kiss, savoring the feeling of her lips against his. It was like fireworks going off inside his head, his world narrowed to just him and her. And damn, it felt right.
Reno pulled back just enough to catch his breath, but kept their foreheads pressed together. His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed pink with exhilaration.
(Y/n)'s lips were slightly parted as she stared at him in awe this wasn't some dream or daydream anymore. This was real.
Neither of them spoke, they didn't need words right now. The kiss had said everything that needed saying.
End.
....
Bonus
(Y/n) walks into the break room, her eyes fixed on the shiny red vending machine. She fumbles through her pockets in search of coins and finally finds a few. With a sigh she drops them into the slot, pressing the button for her favorite bag of chips.
The vending machine whirred obnoxiously, the bag of chips moving from the dispenser slot... only to get stuck between it and the glass.
"Ugh, come on!" (Y/n) huffed, pressing her palm against the glass like it would magically dislodge the chips.
She leaned in closer, squishing her nose flat against the cold surface. "You greedy little machine! That's my snack!"
Kicking lightly at the base of the vending machine with her foot didn't help either. The bag just dangled there, tauntingly close yet impossibly out of reach.
When that didn't work, she started rattling it by grabbing both sides and shaking violently like a rabid animal.
"Oh for the love of —!" (Y/n) growled, slamming both fists against the machine. She dropped to her knees dramatically, pressing both hands and her forehead right up against where the bag was wedged. "Pleaaaase? I'll be your best friend! I'll bring you gifts every day! Just give me my stupid chips!" Her voice turned into an exaggerated whine.
Reno leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching (Y/n)'s one-woman war with the vending machine like it was prime-time entertainment. A slow smirk crept across his face as she screamed at the thing like it had personally insulted her bloodline.
The vending machine stayed stubbornly silent.
(Y/n) pounded on it again, now fully committed to her battle with the snack dispenser. "Listen here you stupid piece of junk! I gave you money like a good customer and this is how you repay me? With betrayal?!"
Her face turned red from both anger and exertion as she continued shaking the machine violently enough to make coins inside rattle.
Reno pushed off and strolled over casually, shoes quiet on tile until he stood right behind her.
"Wow," he drawled in that lazy tone of his, turquoise eyes glinting with amusement. "Never seen someone get this personal over a damn bag of chips."
(Y/n) whipped her head around so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash, wide (e/c) eyes locking onto Reno's smug face. "Oh SHUT UP!" She immediately snapped, cheeks burning with embarrassment at being caught in such a ridiculous situation. She turned back to the vending machine aggressively and started kicking it again, harder this time, like that would somehow fix everything. "This stupid thing stole my money! It owes me chips!"
Reno watched (Y/n)'s little tantrum with growing amusement, his smirk widening into a full-blown grin.
"Damn," he said after a beat, voice laced with sarcasm. "You're really gonna kick it to death? That thing's probably seen more action than some Shinra recruits."
"Hey!" (Y/n) whirled around again, pointing an accusing finger at Reno. She puffed her cheeks out in frustration. "I'm allowed to be mad! That machine is EVIL! It took my money and now it's HOLDING MY SNACKS HOSTAGE!"
Her voice cracked slightly on the last word from sheer outrage over this grave injustice committed by the vending machine.
Reno's shoulders shook gently with suppressed laughter as (Y/n) puffed out her cheeks, making her look like a frustrated child. He raised an eyebrow, feigning a look of concern.
"You know you're a grown woman, right? Throwing a fit over a bag of chips?" He drawled in that infuriatingly cool manner of his. He leaned against the side of the vending machine, a sly smirk on his face.
(Y/n)'s eye twitched violently at Reno's mocking tone. "First of all," she said, jabbing a finger in his direction, "it's not just any chips! It's my favorite flavor!" She crossed her arms with an indignant huff. "And second, you're the worst! Standing there laughing while I suffer this betrayal!"
Reno grinned wider, enjoying (Y/n)'s frustration. He lifted his hands in mock surrender.
"Oh, forgive me, O Great Chip Defender. I had no idea I was in the presence of a snack connoisseur," he teased, sarcasm dripping from his words. He pushed off the machine and stepped closer to her.
"And suffering? You make it sound like you're in a war, not a battle with a vending machine."
(Y/n) scowled up at him, her irritation flaring hotter by the second. It didn't help that he was looking down at her with that infuriating smirk. She jabbed a finger against his chest, eyes narrowing to slits. "Oh, shut up! It might not be a war to you, but my chip-less state is a crisis!"
Her bottom lip curled out more, almost protruding in full-on pouting mode.
"And stop looking so damn amused at my plight, you jerk."
Reno didn't flinch as (Y/n) poked his chest. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it more than anything else she'd done all day.
"Plight?" he repeated, voice thick with amusement. "Doll, you're dramatic."
(Y/n)'s eyes lit up at the new idea. She quickly crouched down, her hand disappearing into the wide slot where the chips were supposed to come out. "Ha! I've got you now..." Her confident words quickly turned into a panicked gasp as she realized she couldn't pull her hand free. "Uhh, Reno..." she said, her voice slightly strained. "There's a minor complication"
The sudden change in tone had Reno's smirk transforming into a puzzled frown.
"What do you mean?" He asked, eyebrow raised, peering over (Y/n)'s shoulder. His confusion deepened as he saw her arm stuck in the machine. A moment of silence and then a snicker escaped from between his lips.
"You've gotta be shitting me," he said, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.
(Y/n) squirmed helplessly, her face turning red from both embarrassment and the awkward position. "Reno I swear if you laugh right now-" She tried yanking her arm back but it only hurt her.
"Ow! Okay! This is bad! Help me!" Her voice pitched higher in panic as she tugged again uselessly. The vending machine had officially won this battle.
"Oh my gosh," Reno said, his voice cracking slightly as laughter finally burst out of him. He doubled over for a second, clutching his stomach before straightening up again. Tears were forming in the corners of his turquoise eyes from how hard he was laughing.
"You're stuck," he wheezed between chuckles. "You actually got your arm stuck in a vending machine."
(Y/n)'s cheeks were practically on fire now. She was torn between wanting to smack the smirk off Reno's face and wanting to hide her own face from humiliation. "Yes I am!" She snapped, trying for an enraged tone but not quite getting there with her arm stuck like that. "Stop laughing and help me, jerk!" She tugged again. It didn't budge.
"And it's NOT FUNNY!" She added, her voice rising an octave.
Reno wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling as he finally managed to compose himself.
"Okay, okay," he said through a fading grin. "Don't have a meltdown."
He stepped closer and crouched down beside her, examining the situation.
"You're wedged in pretty tight there."
(Y/n) clenched her teeth as Reno examined her predicament. "No kidding, genius," she muttered sarcastically through gritted teeth.
She tried wiggling again but the vending machine had absolutely no intention of releasing its hostage. "Just... pull me out already! This is mortifying!" Her face burned hotter with every passing second that Reno took to just stand there staring at it like some fascinating science experiment.
For some strange reason, Reno found her reddening face... cute. Like, genuinely cute.
He chuckled, unable to help himself. "You're cute when you're angry, you know that?" he quipped, grabbing her arm. He gave a gentle tug, testing the machine's hold on her arm, but it didn't budge. "Damn, it's got you good. Might have to call someone."
(Y/n) sputtered indignantly. "Don't you dare call someone!" She protested, panic edging into her voice again.
The thought of some stranger coming over and seeing her trapped in a vending machine like this was more than (Y/n) could handle.
Reno studied the vending machine for a second, then glanced at (Y/n)'s panicked face.
Without warning, he reached down and shoved his hand under the flap of the vending machine dispenser. With a firm push upward, he lifted it.
(Y/n) yanked her arm back dramatically, rubbing her wrist like she'd been through some great ordeal.
"Few, I'm free," she huffed, still pouting. Then without missing a beat, now that the crisis was over, she turned and immediately grabbed Reno by his shirt collar. And kissed him square on the lips. Just a peck.
Reno froze.
Completely.
Utterly.
His eyes went wide, his breath stopped.
The kiss lasted less than a second but it might as well have been an eternity because it short circuited every single thought in his brain.
(Y/n) pulled back just as quickly as she'd pounced.
"Thank you-"
But her words were cut off as her eyes were drawn downward by a familiar crumpling sound.
Her mouth formed a perfect circle as the bag of her favorite chips tumbled through the bottom slot, finally free.
"My chips!"
She dove forward and grabbed the bag, cradling it.
Reno could only stare at her, mouth hanging open and expression completely dumbfounded. In the span of only a few minutes, he'd gone from laughing at her predicament to... to getting kissed. Not just a peck on the cheek either, a full-on, lip-to-lip kiss.
He was still reeling from that kiss when (Y/n) turned and let out an excited cry over her bag of chips, completely unbothered by what she'd just done. "You're insane," Reno managed to say, voice hoarse.
(Y/n) ripped the bag open, immediately shoving a handful of chips into her mouth. Crumbs tumbled down her shirt as she chewed happily.
"Mmm! Best chips ever!" she declared through a full mouth, completely ignoring Reno's shell-shocked state.
She leaned against the vending machine now like nothing earth-shattering had just happened, munching away contentedly while he stood there looking like he'd been hit by a truck.
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