length: 600 words
warnings: swearing
requested: yes, imagines prompt list #32
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"(y/n)!" Auston burst into your apartment and flung himself onto the couch next to you.
"Why did I ever give you a key?" you pondered aloud and Auston lightly punched your arm.
"I need your help."
"What's up?"
"Well there's this girl I like and I want to practice my pick up lines but the boys would make fun of me so I thought you might help me," he said quickly, giving you puppy eyes.
"Okay," you agreed. You would do anything for Auston, you loved him that much. Whoever this girl was, she was really lucky.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, shoot," you grinned and he smiled back.
"Is your name Google? Because you have everything I'm searching for," he started confidently.
"Eh, that one's not good and almost every guy says it," you criticised and he frowned.
"Okay. Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you got a pretty sweet ass."
"Firstly, she might be sitting down so you won't get a good look at her butt, and secondly, that is way too fucking pervy to start with, Aus. I'm starting to feel sorry for her," you laughed before looking at Auston pouting. "I'm sorry, please continue."
"Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a good connection," Auston looked at you hopefully.
"Sorry bud, that's another classic."
"Kay," he sighed. "I like legos, you like legos, why don't we build a relationship?"
"You're just assuming she likes legos now," you complained.
"But you do like legos," he muttered too quietly for you to hear.
"Give me your next one."
"Are you Netflix? Because I could watch you for hours."
"Stalker much," you murmured and Auston shoved you. "Do you have any more?"
"Yeah a few."
"Oh god," you groaned and this time Auston almost pushed you off the couch.
"Do you have a Band-Aid?" he paused, "Because I scraped my knee falling for you."
It was adorably cheesy and you felt your cheeks redden and you quickly brought your hands up to cover them.
"I must- oh my god- are you blushing? You're blushing!" Auston exclaimed.
"No, I'm not," you mumbled from behind your hands but he pulled them away from your face and you blushed even more under his intense gaze.
"Fuck that's cute," he whispered, "you're so fucking cute."
"What?" your cheeks continued to grow pinker as you heard his words.
"I think you're really cute."
"But what about the girl that you like?" you asked quietly, playing with the strings of your (Auston's) hoodie.
"The girl I really like is you, (y/n)," he smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "And judging from your blushing, I think you might like me too."
"Yeah, I do like you, Aus," you looked into his brown eyes. "Despite those dreadful pick up lines."
He laughed before shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips and then back up again. "Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?"
"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back," you murmured, sliding a hand round the back of his head and into his hair.
"That sounds like a pretty good deal to me," Auston placed a hand on your waist and tilted his head down towards yours. He caught your lips in a slow, sweet kiss, tasting your cherry chapstick. Eventually you drew away, breathing deeply.
"You promised you'd give it back," Auston smirked and you pulled him in for another kiss, smiling against his lips.
"Happy now?" you laughed.
"I'm always happy when I'm with you, (y/n)."
