Plastic ring/ Lane Fostman x F!Reader| OS
Synopsis: A not-so-date at the mall turns into a joke proposal when Lane wins a cheap plastic ring and slips it onto her finger.
Notes: this is based on my this post please check it out :D—-https://www.tumblr.com/azulzyh/824306534521700352/okay-hear-me-out-imagine-lane-winning-a-plastic
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It wasn’t a date. Lane had made that clear approximately six times. Which was interesting, considering he’d been the one to ask if you were doing anything after work. And he’d been the one who suggested that doing something because he needed break. And of course, he’d been the one who, after you’d pointed out that two people voluntarily spending their evening together sounded suspiciously like a date, had looked at you like you’d said something genuinely offensive.
“It’s called hanging out.”
“Without wanting to fuck each other.”
You looked at him reallllyyy deeply and Lane stared back then he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets like a kid getting caught stealing from an drug store.
After you smiled at his remark, Lane rolled his eyes and walked ahead of you to his car.
Lane barely reacted, one hand loose on the steering wheel. The radio was playing something low enough that neither of you had to talk over it. He’d picked you up without giving you much of a plan beyond get in, and you’d learned by now that asking Lane what he wanted to do usually resulted in some version of I don’t know, whatever.
Which was exactly what happened ten minutes earlier.
“You asked me to come, lane.”
“So you had a plan if you asked me to come.”
“Yeah? Practicing your bedroom speech?”
“You can’t invite someone somewhere and not know where somewhere is and yes, l’m ignoring that.”
“That’s horrible planning.”
“Well you’re still here so l’m doing something right.”
You’d stared at him. Lane was smirking knowingly then slowly, he’d smiled. Genuinely.
That little crooked smile that meant he knew he’d gotten you.
You turned away before he could see you smiling back. Now, twenty minutes later, he’d somehow ended up driving toward the mall. You noticed before he said anything.
Lane glanced toward you then checking the mirror.
“You got a problem with the mall?”
“Then why’d you say it like that?”
“The mall?” he mocked, pitching his voice higher. Mimicking you.
“I don’t fucking sound like that.”
“You do.” He mocked again mimicking.
“And before you say it,” he interrupted, “still not a date.”
You stared at him. What?? What is he on about- how old is he really, you question him more than people question a religion.
“You’re the only person who keeps bringing that up.”
Lane’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel. Ouch that hit him somewhere.
“Like twenty minutes ago.”
“Why are you so scared of the word date? You should be the master of it by the way you talk.”
“Yeah l am one already. Been there done that multiple times with every kind, l’m not scared of that shit.”
Lane looked at you like he was annoyed.
“Keep talking like that and l’m leaving babe.”
“You’ve already wasted gas.”
He reached over without looking and shoved lightly at the side of your head.
“Didn’t even hurt, drama queen.”
“You call that shit a ‘hit’?”
“I’m calling the police.”
“Tell ’em your boyfriend hit you and watch em ignore you.”
Your mouth snapped shut immediately and Lane’s did too.
There was a beat, you slowly turned your head towards to Lane slowly.
Lane stared straight ahead.
“I said don’t call it a date, dude. Jesus woman can’t even take jokes.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“You just called yourself my-”
Lane turned the radio up.
“Don’t think much into this stuff, don’t get your hopes up babe.”
Whenever you both pushed for the limits, Lane was the one pulling it back. The seriousness of ot scared him. Unlike him it made you smile but ignore.
You spent the rest of the drive staring out the window with a smile he absolutely noticed and absolutely refused to acknowledge.
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The mall wasn’t particularly busy. It was one of those lazy afternoons where half the people walking around seemed like they had nowhere better to be. Teenagers occupied every bench. Parents dragged children between stores. Somewhere nearby, something smelled overwhelmingly like cinnamon. Lane walked beside you with his hands buried in his pockets.
“So what are we doing?” you asked.
“Glad I got dressed for this.”
Lane’s eyes flicked over you. It happened quickly checking you out, eyes landing on your legs especially. So quickly you might’ve missed it if you hadn’t already been looking at him.
You raised an eyebrow a bit comfused.
“Nothing, you’re imagining things like usual baby.”
“People generally look at each other. You’re a girl you should know that.”
“You looked at my clothes, Lane.”
“Don’t do this bullshit to me right now woman.”
“What do you want me to say?”
He made his voice high pitched, “Oh you look so hot babe, especially love when girls show off their shaved legs! I’m not into wookiees after all.”
“You could say I look nice.” Atleast… and what- a wookiee?? You ignored that remark for your sanity.
That got a laugh out of him.
“At least you’re humble.”
“I spent time getting ready.”
“Right and l had to wait 20 minutes for you to go upstairs and dress up for what again? Oh right for the non-date.”
Lane took another step before noticing. He turned around, did he fucked up? He’s been on edge yeah l mean- what is he even doing-
“Yo, chill out with the tantrums. You on your period?”
That earned him a slap on the arm. Great. You reacted, it means he didn’t fucked up. Yet.
He stopped so suddenly you nearly walked into him. You looked up at him comfused. He looked down at you for a while almost as if he wanted to say something.
There was a long, irritated silence. Until lane spoke up
Lane’s jaw tightened but he didn’t stop.
“You look- beautiful nice.”
Your smile immediately appeared. It reached to your eyes, shining like stars over a compliment.
He noticed and pointed at you.
“I didn’t even said anything Lane-
“Don’t fucking smile like that.”
He gestured vaguely at your face.
“You think my smile is nice too?”
“Nah, l was pointing for you to wash your teeth.”
(If you wear braces, “l was pointing at the dirt on your iron chunks”)
You laughed, catching up again.
“Thank me in other ways-“
Yeah, he’s still lane. And he still thinks you’re beautiful.
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You wandered around for nearly an hour. You stopped in stores neither of you intended to buy anything from mainly because of budget and lane’s yapping about it. Lane picked up increasingly ugly things and asked whether they’d look good on him. At one point, he held up a neon green shirt.
“You’d look like a highlighter.”
“You’re controlling, babe.”
A pair of sunglasses that Lane put them on. They were enormous and ugly. (Like those big square ones rappers used to wear)
He stared back through purple lenses.
“My natural charisma.” He then proceeded to make poses with his hands.
“You look like somebody’s divorced aunt.”
He immediately took them off.
You laughed so hard that the employee behind the counter looked over. Lane put the sunglasses back.
“Actually, I’m buying these now.”
“Say please.” He was now lowering himself. “Say pretty please— though l accept if you wanna ‘please’ me in non-vocal ways.”
He followed you, still wearing the glasses.
“Of course you know this handsome face. Don’t be shy on me now, though l like em shy too.”
He eventually put them back. Not because you’d won though. According to handsome face it was because they were “overpriced bullshit.”
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After walking around the arcade caught his attention when you were halfway toward the food court. You didn’t notice immediately, you were telling him something when you realized his responses had stopped.
“So then she tells me—— Lane?”
Nothing. VERY unusual for lane. So You turned immediately, He was five feet behind you. Looking through the arcade entrance.
You followed his gaze. Then looked back at him once it clicked!
“No, but in you? Sure as hell ba-”
“You stopped walking.” Completely ignoring the bullshit he was about to say to distract you from the situation. A classic.
“Because you wanna go inside.”
“Could. I look at you too, you know.”
God… it’s kinda amazing how hw can come up with such things to say immediately without a thought- which kinda supports your theory of him having no brain.
“Don’t say it like I’m fucking eight.”
He walked into the arcade. Which immediately made you follow him with a victory smile.
“That’s the opposite direction of leaving.”
“Leave me alone control freak.”
The second you were inside, he changed.
Barely. Kinda. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed. Lane still looked bored, still walked around like nothing particularly impressed him, still made comments about everything being overpriced. But he examined every machine.
He watched somebody play a racing game for nearly thirty seconds before pretending he’d only stopped because you had. He spent two dollars on basketball and immediately demanded a rematch after you beat him.
“How do you cheat at basketball?- You’re even fucking taller!”
(If you’re taller than him thn “Just because you’re shorter, doesn’t mean l cheated Lane. Go increase your milk intake than redbull.”)
“Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t the ball that was the only thing bouncing off.”
“OW- but hey ya know, I like every type of ball and l’m good with em all-“
Then came the claw machine. You should’ve kept walking but Instead, you stopped beside him. The machine was filled with small stuffed animals. Bears, cats, rabbits.
You pointed through the glass.
Lane looked at the dog you pointed with an unimpressed look.
“His eyes are fucked up, maybe yours too.”
(If you’re wearing glasses then “His eyes are fucked up, and you should reschedule an appointment to get yours checked again.”)
“You have terrible taste- well, besides liking me.”
Lane glanced at you, oh well.
Then walked toward another machine. A minute later, you realized Lane wasn’t following so you turned around and he was feeding money into the claw machine. Tjat got you curious as you walked back towards him.
“Yeahh, right. You put money in that thing Lane. I saw it!”
“You said it was stupid.”
The claw moved. His words and actions mads no sense, so does the now moving claw machine. Lane concentrated. Hard.
You looked from him to the machine curiously.
The claw dropped, straight toward the dog. It grabbed one ear.
The toy rose approximately two inches before falling.
Lane stared through the glass holding himself from hitting the glass.
“You were trying to get the dog!”
“You aimed directly at him!”
“Machine’s fucked, so does your delusions.”
“You were trying to win it for me.”
“Give me what you are on, shit must be strong if you’re thinking like that.”
He groaned putting more money in.
“You don’t have to win it.”
“I’m not trying to win it.”
Another attempt, the dog fell.
“Holy shit, rigged as fuck! Fatzo dog, get a ED!”
You leaned against the machine.
“How much have you spent?”
“None of your business, let the man spend his hard earnings.”
“Hard my ass, wasn’t that your fifth try?”
“You could literally buy me a stuffed animal.”
“Who said this is for you? Stop smoking.”
He said, like he genuinely believed that?
You covered your mouth, laughing. This is gold!
“You said that before you started.”
“Poor dog got even fat shamed…”
“Deserved, it was ugly too.”
Righttttt. You nodded solemnly.
“Sorry. I forgot YOU wanted the puppy.”
Lane started walking away.
You followed, still laughing. Unlucky, he failed to show (flex) his skills with claw machine- or did he?
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The plastic ring came ten minutes later. You’d moved to one of those stupid timing games. A circle of lights flashed around a button and Lane stared at it, with a smirk forming on his face quickly.
“You said that about basketball.”
“Rigged and the dog is fat.”
“So what’s your excuse gonna be for this one?”
Lane looked at you, already knowing the answer to that question.
He put a coin in and the lights started. Lane pressed the button.
“Wow, professional gamer by the way.”
That made him irritated and full focus.
“Don’t fucking touch it.”
Oh he is taking this way too seriously, like a 1v1 with a guy t-bagged his ass on a ranked.
You laughed. It was almost cute.
The light stopped exactly where it needed to and the machine erupted into a horrible victory tune. Lane threw both hands up.
“FUCK YEAH! TAKE THAT CLANKER!!!”
The prize compartment clicked. Lane crouched down.
“Let’s see what this piece of shit gave me.”
He pulled out a little capsule, Opened it. Which followed by an heavy silence. Then his face changed. You knew immediately.
He held up the ring. It was a cheap silver-colored plastic. Huge fake red jewel. It looked like something you’d get from a vending machine at six years old.
“Oh, this is fucking perfect.”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“Oh baby, I’m not thinking anything.”
“Like you’re about to embarrass me and make me regret my life choices.”
Lane examined the ring, then looked at you.
A couple walking past looked over. Kids that were playing near the area was already looking after he won something- thanks to that stupid victory song!
You immediately tried pulling it away.
He started laughing as you could feel your face getting hot.
He cleared his throat dramatically. You covered your face with your free hand getting ready- or preparing yourself to what was about to happen.
“—make me the happiest man-”
He tightened his grip on your hand, not letting you go.
“—and agree to tolerate me until one of us dies?”
“Didn’t even let me finish.”
“I know what you’re doing!”
“You don’t know shit. Classic woman behavior acting like she knows everything.”
He finally stood and you immediately looked around. The couple was still watching, the kids too though they got distracted. Lane noticed and he gave them a little nod.
They laughed as you smacked his arm.
“You are the worst person I’ve ever met.”
Then he grabbed your hand again. Not caring even a bit.
Your fingers curled. He pushed the ring onto your finger. It was slightly too loose… You stared at it, Lane stared too. For some reason, neither of you spoke for a second. Then he smirked.
You were too dumb founded to react.
“Don’t ever say I never bought you anything.”
You looked at him like he’s the dumbest thing.
“That’s not the same thing.”
“Sounds the same.” He shrugged.
“You spent four dollars trying to win a plastic ring?”
“You specifically kept playing because you wanted this?”
“Didn’t know what the prize was.”
“The rings were literally displayed on the machine.”
“You were staring at them.”
You looked down at the ring- yeah, it was stupid. Ridiculously stupid. Yet, you smiled anyway. And lane noticed, of course he did.
His expression immediately became smug.
“I’m laughing because it’s ugly.”
“Sure, you fucking want me so bad look at you.”
Your fingers went to the ring but Lane’s hand immediately closed over yours. You looked up as he looked down at your hands. Then seemed to realize what he’d done. He immediately let go.
You raised an eyebrow to tjat.
“You just told me to take it off.”
“Yeah, well. Don’t lose it after.”
“Because I spent five fucking dollars on that.”
“Yeah. Money tight baby.”
You looked at it again. Lane shoved his hands into his pockets.
Your head snapped up immediately.
“You heard me. Man it’s hard to maintain a wife.”
“You forced it onto my finger.”
“Don’t care, still wearing it.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
You chased him halfway across the arcade.
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The ring should have stopped being funny by the next day. Instead, it became a problem. Because you wore it to work, Not intentionally! Well… At least, that was what you told yourself. You’d left it beside your keys overnight. In the morning, you’d picked up your keys. Then the ring. You’d stared at it, you could’ve left it there. Which you almost did. Instead, you’d slipped it onto your finger. Just because it was funny. That was all. Nothing else. You definitely hadn’t wondered whether Lane would notice. You definitely hadn’t thought about his stupid face when he did and you definitely hadn’t smiled when you put it on. You arrived at work before him which gave you enough time to forget about it. Then Lane walked in. Hair a mess, expression miserable and energy drink already in hand.
He looked like he’d slept for approximately twenty minutes.
“Good morning to you too.”
Lane was staring at your hand.
You looked at your hand as if it was nothing.
“You weren’t wearing it when I dropped you off.”
“I put it on this morning and forgot.”
his mouth curled into the cockiest smile you’d ever seen.
Your eyes narrowed and he came closer. You immediately stepped back. It didn’t stopped him, he followed.
“Must be pretty serious.”
“Don’t talk about my financial situation like that.”
Lane grabbed your wrist. He held your hand up, examined the ring. Then nodded approvingly.
You blinked. What the fuck? For half a second, his voice had sounded normal.
His expression changed immediately.
“Guy who picked it has great taste.”
Lane was still holding your wrist and neither of you acknowledged it. Then he looked at the ring again.
“Who is the lucky bastard that got you wifed up?”
You pulled your hand away.
Lane followed you toward the back.
“You married a guy whose name you don’t know?”
“This happened yesterday.”
“You’re gonna hurt the kids.”
You stopped walking. The ???
Lane’s face remained completely serious.
“We don’t have children.”
“Not with that attitude.”
“Oh my God. Stop with MILF stuff it’s gross.”
“Can’t believe I married a deadbeat.”
“Yeah, and look where that got me.”
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By lunch, you were regretting everything. Not the ring but wearing it around Lane. Because he had discovered a joke and, like a dog with a dead animal, refused to let it go.
“Wifey, you seen my charger?”
“Just asking a question.”
“Government says otherwise.”
“The one recognizing our marriage.”
“You said seven states yesterday.”
“Ordering your husband around.”
“You’re blocking the drawer.”
“Marriage changes people.”
“I have never been nice to you.”
“Lane, can you grab that?”
“Feels like husband labor. It’s wife’s job to help the husband.”
He immediately handed it to you. Then leaned closer.
“Anything for my beautiful mad wife.”
You shoved him away and he laughed so hard he nearly dropped his drink. Eventually, you’d had enough.
“Oh my God, Lane, you’re disgusting.”
“You knew that when you married me.”
You stared at him then at your ring.
Lane noticed and his eyes narrowed.
You slowly grabbed the ring.
“Don’t do whatever stupid shit you’re thinking, wifey.”
You smiled angrily then pulled the ring off.
Lane stared at your hand, then at your face.
You burst out laughing while his face hardened.
“Why are you laughing? You’re killing us right now.”
“What’s wrong with my face? It’s the same handsome face you married yesterday.”
“You look genuinely offended.”
“I am because my wife is being difficult than obedient.”
You slipped it into your pocket.
Lane watched the movement.
The answer came too quickly.
“Lane, are you upset that I divorced you?”
“No because l’m not signing papers, gold digger.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll tell the kids.”
That made it worse. You had to grab the counter.
“What are you gonna tell them?”
“Their mother walked out.”
“I’M STANDING RIGHT HERE.”
“Probably for some rich guy.”
“I’m actually gonna die.”
“Hope he makes you happy.”
“Are you jealous of an imaginary man?”
Lane turned around immediately.
“You wish. Already wishing that?”
“I hope he’s got a big house.”
You stared as Lane continued whatever he was imagining now.
“Good job. Dental insurance.”
“Hope he buys you a real ring.”
You smiled wanting to annoy him now it’s not like anyone was in the store around immediately.
“You wish. Already wishing that?”
“I hope he’s got a big house.”
You stared as Lane continued whatever he was imagining now.
“Good job. Dental insurance.”
“Hope he buys you a real ring.”
You smiled wanting to annoy him now it’s not like anyone was in the store around this hour anyway!
“Why would I be jealous?”
“Because I’m marrying someone else.”
“We’re not actually fucking married!”
“Oh so now we’re not actually married.”
After that he shut up pretty fast which led you to stop teasing him. You reached into your pocket and his eyes immediately dropped toward your hand.
“You want me to put it back?”
“You’re digging around in your pocket like a fucking raccoon.”
You pulled the ring out and Lane glanced again. You held it between two fingers to tease him.
“Was drunk. Arcade lights fucked with my brain.”
You moved it toward your finger andLane watched like a hawk. Then you stopped just before putting it on. His eyes narrowed.
“You’re fucking annoying.”
You laughed. “Say you want me to wear it.”
“Nah got plenty girls lined up. Hope your finger turns green anyway.”
You stared and he stared somewhere over your shoulder. You almost, ALMOST laughed again. But then after seeing him sulking made you stop your tracks. you noticed something.
But there was something underneath the joke that hadn’t been there before. Something he didn’t seem particularly interested in examining.
He looked at it, then at you.
He slid it back onto your finger. His shoulders relaxed just slightly.
Lane looked at his hand around your wrist.
He didn’t let go this time.
“You care about the ring, Lane.”
“You care that I’m wearing it.”
“You’re gonna lose it that’s all.”
“Then why are you.. l don’t know having the expression, the same one when you won the ring?”
“Maybe, maybe l did won something.”
As quickly as he said that he immediately end it with.
“Don’t read too much into it. You’ll only get disappointed.”
“Well.. you disappointed me in this marriage already anyway.”
He smirked, almost grateful.
“Like how baby? Ohh, l get it. What do you want, a ceremony? Expensive wife.”
“Will you stop with that?”
“Let’s see.. how about no?”
You both laughed and joked over the stupidity of the whole thing but Lane got a bit serious when he asked “Don’t take it off though, looks good on you.” Then after getting embarrassed for saying that he hit it with “Wouldn’t want to traumatize the kids again.” You had so many questions. You almost asked. Why do you actually care? Why did he care whether you wore some worthless ring?Why had he noticed immediately? Why had he looked genuinely pleased when you put it back on? Why had he spent money trying to win it in the first place? Why had he—
As if he could tell what you were thinking about he did the most Lane thing possible.
Lane suddenly lifted your hand.
Then he pressed the world’s most obnoxiously exaggerated kiss against the plastic gemstone.
You recoiled hitting him and chasing him around the store.
Yes, Lane was still the one holding the strings, always knowing exactly how far he could pull before something between them snapped. At least, that was what he liked to believe. He could turn everything into a joke. Marriage, divorce, jealousy, anything that got a little too close to meaning something. He could laugh first, roll his eyes, pretend none of it mattered as long as she laughed with him. But the stupid ring stayed on finger. And every time his eyes drifted toward it, there was that brief, almost imperceptible softness he would never admit to. Maybe that was the problem. Lane had always been good at pushing things right up to the line and stopping before he had to call them what they were. He just hadn’t realized that somewhere along the way, he’d tied himself to the other end of it too.And for someone who insisted he could let go whenever he wanted, his grip had only gotten tighter.
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