Don’t Go To Him | Mousse x Reader insert
An insecure Mousse
it’s sweet all throughout.
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Don’t go to him
Mousse was quick to lunge towards her, wrapping his hand around her wrist in a tight hold that did not relent, and in response, she looked towards him with utter surprise.
“No!” he hastily cried out, pulling her back in the process, the tug rather brash, making her stumble back from her last step toward the bike.
Looking back at his concerned face, she raised a single brow in question,
“ Mousse?” she muttered with confusion, his name softly being said with a tone that was uncertain, unaware of the concerns that plagued the male.
“ what's wrong with you?” she questioned him, looking entirely dumbfounded as well as a tad bit annoyed.
Her (e/c) eyes were intense, and they seared holes into his heaving form, demanding any type of explanation as to why his hand so desperately held her.
She wanted to know just what had him shaking so violently, nervous to the point that his palms were sweaty, melting over her flesh with terrible perspiration that felt uncomfortable altogether once paired with the terrible force he used to restrain her,
"You can't go," he muttered lowly, his usually bright, glimmering teal orbs darkening as his furrowed brows, creating deep carvings onto his forehead that were scarcely visible through his straight-cut bangs.
"Hey..." She started with an airy murmur, gathering that whatever it was, it was serious.
" Hey, it's just a delivery," she said as she began to chuckle, but it was by no means a show of actual amusement, rather, nervousness that had settled into her and was trying to find its way out without making the situation worse.
Why the heck was he so antsy?
Why is his grip becoming more desperate?
Any tighter and she was sure she’d lose circulation.
" Mousse, If you’re worried about the tip you can go ahead and take it !" She continued, chirping with amusement, " But I'll be honest with you, I can't remember the last time I got one from them," she said with a shake to her head.
"- So you might be getting little to nothing," she huffed, not expecting anything from the Saotome/ Tendo household.
"- No," he said while swallowing hard. " It's not that …" he said softly, his eyes shamefully drawing away as his hold on her finally let loose.
"Then what is it?" She asked him, going to step closer, " what's wrong Mousse?" She questioned him again.
“ Just, don't go…" he pleaded, " I don't want you to go to him,” he begged, pushing out the words through pressed teeth.
- He was desperate, and ashamed of it as well.
“ why not?” (f/n) asked him with a pout, "And just who are you talking about?" She said in complete bewilderment.
Was it the panda?
He wouldn’t hurt her, especially if she catered food.
Was it the Tendo male?
He was harmless, and very nice, always striking conversation with her in between his shogi games with the Panda, who’d she only recently discovered was a man as well, one with a curse like Mousse himself.
Or that guy Ranma?
- The infamous Ranma Saotome who’d she’d yet to meet but heard all about.
It was then that mousse swallowed hard, " just... Don't…" he said again, not elaborating, frustrating her further.
Her eyes then fell onto the already packaged order that was in need of delivery, and it began to stress her out, because she really didn’t want to lose her job.
'if I stay any longer it'll get cold…' she reasoned, biting her lower lip. ' but he doesn't seem to want to let me go,' she added with unease, shaking her head at the predicament.
‘And he just won’t tell me…’ She thought with a heavy sigh, wishing he'd be more upfront.
" Mousse I need to go now!" She said impatiently, tapping her captured hand’s index finger to her opposite hand's oval-faced watch. " so just say what you need to say so I can go already!" She added.
“ - Just listen to me! “ he cried out before letting go and instead taking a hold of her shoulders, gripping them tightly in his hands as he peered down at her with stern eyes.
“ don't go to him, please (f/n) !" he repeated, shaking her for good measure, something she really didn’t appreciate because it just made her feel dizzy.
"Just who in the world are you talking about?! " She said with a strong heave, her patience wearing thin.
"It’s Ranma ! Ranma Saotome! " he said in a low sneer finally saying so," Ranma Saotome is there!" He cried out as though that was enough to give her reason to avoid the household, which it wasn’t.
"I know that! so is his father, and probably the whole Tendo household too, but why the heck does that matter to me?" She said still not understanding, using an index finger to scratch her eyebrow.
And she even looked up to try and find the answers written in the soft blue that hung above them.
"Damnit (f/n), don't you get it?" He questioned her, his forehead pressing to hers, his large glimmering eyes focused on just her, almost unblinking as they dwelled with a light shine of sadness.
With surprise she let a shuttered breath leave her, " I still...I still don't understand," she said softly, her face warming up, a result of being so close to him.
A sweet smell wafted to her, and she could only assume it was from his long, dark locks that so gracefully hung past his shoulders emitting the fragrance.
"I don't… I don't want you to fall in love with him too," He said in a small voice, admitting what had been his inner turmoil.
He then backed of before hanging his head in shame, swallowing hard at his ridiculous reasoning, because It would be his dammed luck to finally get over Shampoo,
- just to fall for another girl he’d eventually lose.
" Me, fall in love with that idiot?" She said chuckling, truly laughing.
She'd never actually met him, only caught small glimpses of him from afar, deciding it best to stay away from him and all of the chaos that regularly happened to manifest in his presence.
She'd never met him, and she had no interest to, not even a peaked curiosity, especially with all the things she'd heard from him.
" Ranma is self-absorbed, too cocky, and pretty much overrated for me," She said without missing a beat, the reasonings why so many girls fawned over him ones she couldn't understand.
"Besides,” she then added, “ Trust me, I know my type," she said with a quirky, little smile she made sure to keep as her eyes stayed on him.
All the while she stared at the true object of her affections, assuring him that nothing in the world could change her mind.
.
.
.
" - But," she starting, humming out the last but if the word," so what if I end up liking him?" She said with a smug smirk, her voice dropping just a single note and sounding rather mirthy.
“- Then what?” She said coyly.
It’d taken her a moment, and maybe she was off the mark, but she considered that maybe Mousse was just a tad bit concerned because he liked her back.
He jumped at the question, his face blooming red, steam fogging the glass of his lenses, "Ah!" he suddenly sounded, reaching for one of the thin sides of the frames, “Well...” he then said while flustered, notably fidgeting as she continued to bat her eyes at him.
with his right hand he adjusted the lenses while not knowing what to do next as she took one step closer, looking up at him in expectance.
“Well?” She asked, waiting, lightly rocking where she stood.
“Would that upset you?” she questioned him raising a brow, “Would you be jealous?” she dared to ask next, and he closed his eyes tightly, as though even considering such thoughts hurt him.
The Amazonian male was silent at first, notably hesitant before he finally chose to speak with his heart,
“Yes,” he answered simply.
“It would hurt to lose you before telling you how I feel,” he admitted, and while it was a powerful confession that drew from him that nearly left him too shaken to stand, he decided to continue, pulling through what he’d struggled to say before,
“- That I like you...” He finally said, “ A lot...” he added with certainty, too focused on the heavy pounding of his heart to notice how surprised she seemed, or how brightly her eyes shinned at the confession.
“me?” she then said quietly while pointing a finger to herself, making sure there wasn’t any mistake.
Sure she’d considered it, but to have him actually say it, admitting it so clearly, it was something to be stunned at.
“Yeah, you,” he said with certainty, finally saying what he’s held in for a while now.
One of her hands touched his cheek, finding rest over the soft patch of flesh,
“I like you too,” She admitted.
“And I’m not shampoo,” she added. “I've had eyes for you since the beginning,” (f/n) said with words that were touched by just a pang of sadness because it’d hurt to watch him fawn over someone that hadn’t wanted him.
She would have been fine with giving in if Shampoo had loved him, if she would have responded back with the same tenderness, but she hadn’t.
And it hurt to watch him suffer, the young male pained enough to think that he’d lose any other love he could have.
“- Mousse...I could never stray because I don’t have eyes for anyone else.”
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