2. in the snow? If you don't mind crackish pairings, your old Daisy and my spark? ♡
“No, Spark.” Daisy tries to keep her voice firm, but kind. He’s been asking all week. All. Week. “I told you last time, I’d go out with you and make snowmen after you finished your midterm paper.” Spark’s expression falls. But Daisy had spent most of her childhood resisting her little brother’s masterfully crafted Poochyena eyes, and so she only gives a token roll of her eyes. “No, Spark. Finish your midterm paper.” She says strictly. Spark gives a sigh, propping his head up in his hand. Eventually, the adult turns back to his computer, sulking the whole while. The woman sighs at her boyfriend, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you,” She reminds him. “You can’t open up a Pokemon shelter without that degree you want, so get to it. I promise I’ll make you something as a congratulations.” Spark doesn’t seem to hear her, still sulking grumpily as he sifts through paperwork. She’s almost out the door when he answers.
“Love you too,” He calls, and Daisy smiles as she leaves their shared apartment.
She comes back a few hours later, a bucket in hand, to find Spark triumphantly submitting his midterm assignment, before turning his doleful gaze back onto her. A chuckle makes him pout harder, before looking at the bucket.
“The snow melted.” He pouts at her, and Daisy waves the bucket in her hands in amusement.
“Oh? Then what do you call this?” She grins. She had known Spark wouldn’t finish in time before the snow had disappeared, so she’d pulled up a bucketful of snow and hidden it in the school fridge. His wondering gaze lands on it, and she blushes at how awed he seems by her. “Come on,” She says lightly. “It’s not much, but at least we can get a snowcone out of it.”
“I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” Spark follows her to the kitchen, amazed.
