Isaac snuck up on his grumpy, unsuspecting boyfriend, his eyes alight with mischief. Edward had been in a bad mood all day, and nothing that he had thought up of had helped the other cheer up. He wasn’t sure if Geno had gotten sicker, or if he was just feeling like being an angsty butt, but Ink wasn’t going to stand for it any longer. “Heeeey Edddieeee~” He sang out, giving the other a split second’s warning.
“Ink? What are you about to-?” Error asked, flailing a little as his boyfriend suddenly tackled him from behind.
Isaac pinned the other to the ground with one hand (at least as much as the artist could) and started mercilessly tickling the other’s sides and belly, knowing where the other was most ticklish “Muaahahaha~! My evil plan to tickle you has succeeded!”
“Oh yeah?” Edward countered, his eyes alight with determination and a smug grin appearing on his face as he flipped the two of them over, tickling the smaller teen “What about this counter-attack!”
“Augh! Noooooo… Curses!” Ink called out over dramatically, unable to stop himself from laughing and squirming as he tried to escape the other’s tickling fingers. He was still doing his best to tickle the other back.
“Turn about is fair play after all~” Error sing-sung smugly, a warm laugh in his voice and a brilliant, handsome smile on his face.
It made Ink’s heart flutter a little in his chest, even as he continued to laugh and try to bat the other’s hands away. “True… True…” They stopped tickling each other after a couple more minutes, still cuddled close together on the couch, catching their breath…
“Thanks for the tickle-attack, babe… Sorry for being such a grump today…” Error apologized softly, pressing a light kiss to one of the other’s cheeks. “I just… I did really shitty on this test last week, and I just got the results. Catching up is going to suck.”
Ink grimaced in understanding “Ergh… Let me guess - English?”
“English. I would have had time to study from that study-guide you gave me. But nooo. We had to deal with sentient watermelon people because… Because.” Edward huffed, burying his face into one of Isaac’s shoulders, still grumpy, but feeling much better. He cuddled with his boyfriend until Geno and Janet came home.
Edward frowned a little bit as he stared at his boyfriend, a small frown appearing on his face. The shirt that Isaac was wearing was too big on him - it almost hit his knees and was too baggy in the shoulders. Edward had also never seen the other wearing that color before. It was also… Oddly familiar. But the self-proclaimed school-king couldn’t just outright ask the thought in his head - not with people around the both of them, as it would confirm the whispered rumors that had been hanging around for over a year that the two of them were dating.
… The fact that as of a month ago, those rumors were actually true, was neither here nor there. He had a reputation to maintain, and a boyfriend to drag into a closet. Again. He snuck up behind Ink, smirking a little at how adorable the other currently looked. Ink was also leaning against a wall, drawing something in his current sketchbook. Edward looked around surreptitiously, making sure that no one was looking at them directly before wrapping his strings around Isaac and running into the nearest closet, yanking his boyfriend in after him.
“Edward whyyyy!” Ink called out, flailing in his grip rather overdramatically in Error’s opinion. “What is it that you’ve found out this time?”
“Is that my shirt?” Error asked seriously, a small frown appearing on his face as he leaned in close to his boyfriend “How did you manage to snatch one of my shirts?”
“Oh… That. Do you remember the sleepover at the Jovels we ended up having after The Zombie Incident?” Isaac prompted quietly, causing Error to shiver.
That had been a nightmare and all of them had been incredibly unsettled. They’d taken turns hosting one another at their homes (except for Isaac, who lived in an apartment) just to make sure that everyone was still safe and alive, while the bad memories settled into comfortable obscurity. “Yeah, why?”
“You left that shirt there, and I promised Nev and Drew that I’d give it to you… Only I realized that sleeping in your shirt…” Ink abruptly stopped talking, a dark blush appearing on his face.
“You realized what, Ink?” Edward huffed, frowning a little. That was one of his favorite shirts after all.
“… That your shirt helped me sleep if I held it… And I like wearing it… It… I kind of feel like I have a part of you close… Even if we’re on opposite sides of the school… Or whatever.” Isaac admitted, the blush on his face darkening still further.
Oh. Well. If that was the case, than how could he be so cruel as to make Ink give him the shirt back? Error was really glad that he’d dragged the other into a closet, as he was pretty sure that neither of them would be able to handle this conversation in public. “I… Oh… Uhm… Y-You can keep it then, b-babe. You look… I…” Fuck, why were the words in his head so hard to say out loud? “You look good in my clothes!” There, he said it.
Isaac smiled shyly at that and hugged Error, murmuring quietly “Thanks, love…”
They hugged in the closet until the bell for the next class rang, prompting both of the teens to curse as they ran through the school, managing to get to their classes before the five minute grace period was up.
uhhh for gthb can i get a,, sleepy confession isward? like, they're friends and are hanging out at barry's place but are forced to sleep in the same bed?? bfghjk your writing is rlly good,,,-
Asdfgjkl thank. Done this prompt before but I love this prompt it’s so cute aaa
Fandom: IBVS by @onebizarrekai
Characters and pairing: Edward Quinton, Isaac Beamer, Barry Price, Isward
Warnings: none
Word count: 898
Summary: Ed and Isaac are playing video games until way too late with Barry. They’ve got to sleep and it’s too stormy to go home…
Barry, Edward and Isaac were playing video games at Barry’s house. After a little over a year of the supernatural club, the former King of the School and the Nerdy Artist had become good friends - the initial resentment and awkwardness on both sides forgiven as they dealt with some truly strange shit. It was a rainy Friday afternoon - which turned into a really bad storm, the lights occasionally flickering overhead, but as the video game they were playing wasn’t online, even if the Wi-Fi went down, they should be fine.
Considering how dark it had been from the storm outside since about noon, none of the three of them had realized how late it was until one of Barry’s parents came in and checked on them - informing them that it was half-past midnight and that the three of them should probably head to bed. Edward’s parents were out of town, and Isaac’s parents had texted him a half hour ago, telling him to stay where he was, as the apartment building had lost power.
“So… Do you have a sleeping bag or two? We’re going to be crashing here tonight - it’s too dark and storming for us to get to our own homes.” Edward asked, half-looking at Barry and fidgeting a little. He frowned a little as he tried to figure out if the other “I… I guess it might be kind of like a sleep over sort of thing?”
“Hmm… Nah, but we do have a spare bedroom! you two can share the bed in that room.” Barry responded, a small grin appearing on his face as he dragged the both of them over to the spare place “We do have some spare tooth brushes - and you can borrow my clothes… Both of you more or less should be able to borrow some of my sleeping clothes. We aren’t too much different in size.” The information king of their school shuffled the both of them into the bathroom, handing them the unused toothbrushes, disappearing just long enough to bring them spare sleeping clothes. He grinned at them as they finished brushing their teeth. He showed them to the spare bedroom and….
“Hold on, there’s only one bed in here…” Isaac pointed out with a frown. Making a bed would be a bit much… The thought of sharing a bed with Error caused him to blush a little, and look away.
“Yep! So you two have to share. We don’t have any sleeping bags - besides you two would just argue about who had to sleep on the floor anyways.” Barry grinned, waving a little before heading to his own bedroom.
“I… Err… Okay… We’re friends… Have been for a while so… Shouldn’t be too awkward… Right?” Error managed to say, blushing a little and not-looking at Isaac.
The artist shrugged a little, a small grin appearing on his face “Well, if anyone asks… We can’t say that we haven’t slept together and still be telling the truth! But I don’t mind resting together.”
“Iiiiiink! Y-You… W-Why did you-?” Edward stuttered, going bright red and flailing at the other. Was this the whole You’re gay, Edward conversation all over again? He wasn’t gay… Bi maybe, but not gay.
“Just a thought~! Now I’ll head to the bathroom and change.” Isaac called out cheerfully as he wandered out of the spare bedroom, closing it behind him, a laugh in his voice.
Edward grumbled to himself as he quickly changed, claiming the side of the bed closest to the windows. He closed his eyes and did his best to try to fall asleep before Ink came in. He was tired after all. It wasn’t as if he was waiting with a curious tension curling in his stomach and his breathing faster and more shallow. As… As if he was anticipating the other coming in and sleeping with him. He groaned quietly and rolled onto his side, staring out at the window. It was pitch black but he could hear the sound of the wind and the rain howling and pounding against the side of the house.
“Oh good! I like the side of the bed closer to the door, anyways.” Isaac’s voice called out from much closer to him than Error was expecting.
He jumped a little and grumped “Hey… I was already starting to fall asleep… Though I suppose thanks for the warning before you got in… I hope that you fall asleep soon and sleep well… I’m not usually an active sleeper… What about you?”
“I don’t usually move around in my sleep, unless I’m having a nightmare. Sleep well, Ed.” Ink murmured quietly as the other settled into bed next to him.
Edward was starting to drift off to sleep when he realized he’d rolled back over, seeking the source of warmth - which was… Isaac. his arms had wrapped around the other’s waist, and he’d tucked the smaller teen close to him, a small smile appearing on his face… He was pretty sure that the other was asleep and he mumbled tiredly “… Love you, Isaac. S'rry for being such an ass for so long…”
Ink’s voice responded after a moment, sounding very tired as well “Love you too, Edward… And if I didn’t forgive you, I wouldn’t be here…” The two of them drifted off to sleep, and Edward could feel his heart and soul singing with happiness.
“Hey, Ink. I know that you’re still mad at me for interrupting you while you were sketching last week, but I needed your help wi-” Edward started to ramble, after the other shut the door to the closet that Isaac had just been pulled into.
Isaac, who was just about at the end of his rope, having poor impulse control from being tired and literally touching his aggravating crush, did something that could be kind of stupid. He went up on his tip toes, grabbed Error by his babbling head and kissed him soundly on the lips “If you’re going to insist on dragging me into closets - and only me - we’re not just going to talk in these things.”
Error went a very fascinating shade of red and stared at him for an uncomfortably long eternity… which was probably closer to thirty seconds, all told. “Okay. Fair. I mean, the whole school thinks we’re dating and make out anyways and you’re…. Amazing and hot and don’t take my shit so… Urm… If you… If you wanna…”
“Do you want to go out with me, Error?” Ink asked, realizing that the other would probably start rambling for another ten minutes if he let him. Best to nip that in the bud.
“Yes! Yes I do.” Error responded, blushing darkly. They continued to kiss until the tardy bell rang, and they ran off in separate directions, cursing their bad luck.
2. Nedwarvin
“You think that just because you’re stronger than me, that you can just… Toss me about when you’re pissed!” Edward hisses, glaring narrowly at Nevin. How, when the other was so short and emo, also managed to be attractive and slightly intimidating in an effortless way that he could never pull off, the school king couldn’t guess. It was unfair.
“I don’t toss you around when I’m mad at you - not unless you’re being stupid and trying to threaten my friends or my brother with your stupid supernatural bullshit!” Nevin hissed, puffing up a little “Or getting your dumbass into more trouble than you can handle and then running to us for help! You’re an asshole, but… You’re our asshole.”
“I… W-what does… What do you mean by that?” Edward asked. Surely he didn’t…?
“We… I care about you, you pompous, handsome jerk!” Nightmare hisses, puffing up and yanking the other so that they were at eye level. “I… I like you…”
“I…” Oh fuck. That’s what those butterflies in his stomach were. Not just nervousness or irritation that the other was somehow stronger than he was, despite being so tiny. “I like you too, Nevin.” He was glad they were having this awkward shouting match where no one could hear them. They kissed briefly before wandering the rest of the way to the park.
aa,, how aboutt,, angsty isward, “You ruined my life, and now you expect me to love you?!” ? :00
IBVS is by @onebizarrekai
warnings: cursing, rejection
Edward dragged Isaac into a closet… Again. The self-proclaimed school king had his minions pick on Cross and Nevin mercilessly. Neither one of them had taken the bullying lying down and had gotten into some really bad fights - to the point where both the minions and his friends had been suspended. Cross’s shithead of a father had decided to pull the heterochromatic teen from school entirely - and they were moving to a different city. Nevin’s grandmother was having him and Drew changing schools as occasionally the minions would go after Drew, mistaking the other for Nightmare. “Hey, uhh.. Isaac? I… Uhm… There’s something I want to talk to you about…” Error started.
Ink cut him off, his eyes coldly furious. He’d stopped teasing the other about dragging him into closets months ago, and had done his best to refuse to talk to the bastard after the bullying had intensified. “What do you want now, Quinton?”
“I… Uhm. I’ve been doing some thinking about… Some of the stuff that you’ve said and… Ah…” Error fidgeted again, and Isaac was unsure if the light in the closet was awful or what, but the other seemed to be blushing for some reason. “I… Uhm… I love you. Do you want to go out on a date with me?” He looked hopefully down at the shorter teen.
The sheer nerve of this asshole! Driving his friends away with his minions and trying to isolate him from his friends for this bullshit. “You ruined my life, and now you expect me to love you?!” Some of the other’s’ minions had been planting shit in his locker, which was getting him into trouble with the school administration and his parents. In addition to this, several of the fuckers kept stealing his homework out of his locker and backpack, which was causing his grades to nosedive.
“I… I don’t know what you mean by that?” Error responded, looking wounded and confused “… Ink?”
“My name is Isaac, you asshole. Some of your friends have targeted mine until they were taken out of school. I asked you to make them stop, and it only got worse. Some of your cronies steal my shit on a damn near daily basis, but no one believes me because they close ranks. So no, Quinton. I won’t go out with you and I don’t love you. I thought that we might become friends at one point, but that sailed long ago.” With that the artistic teen shoved his way out of the closet, running so that he wouldn’t be late to class again. The last thing that Isaac needed was another tardy slip. It would tip him into ISS again.
how aboutt "There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close" except it's isward and a closet-
IBVS is by @onebizarrekai
Occasionally, Isaac was irritated by all of the closets that seemed to exist in Foxfield. At the moment, he really did not mind, as he skidded around a corner, one of his boyfriend’s hands firmly clasped in one of his own as he yanked open a door to one of the numerous storage spaces around this very strange place, throwing himself inside of it and pulling the King of the school in after him. There was some sort of zombie-curse going around the school that made the infected do all sorts of dumb, random crap.
Or chase after the uninfected, like them. He shifted a little, his eyes widening as he realized that Edward was practically on top of him “Oh… Wow we’re really close together in here.” There were boxes of crap everywhere, and the chances of there being anything useful inside of them was very low.
“We sure are… And hey, you can’t complain that I’m the only one pulling you into closets anymore.” Edward teased lightly, grinning a little as he leaned downward slightly “May I have a kiss?”
“Right now, in what might be the apocalypse?” Isaac teased back, moving a little bit closer still.
“Of course! There’s no better time. ‘Sides, we’ll figure out how to undo what’s going on. We always have.” Edward responded with a bravado he did not really feel.
Ink huffed a little, but gently pressed a kiss to the other’s lips “This better not be the tender scene right before the writers bury us.”
“Pfff, as if! None of us are straight, so it’s not as if they’d kill all of us off. Maybe if we were the only ones as comic relief, we’d die. But we’re definitely main characters in this little drama.” Error teased back after he eagerly kissed the other back.
