I do! ^^ can you do a Lee John/june (whatever you prefer) Egbert fic? Ler can be anything ^^
YESSSSSS I LOVE LEE JOHN!!! Also I hope you don’t mind a little John/Dave :3 I’ve been itching to use these two!!
Seriously!
Lee: John
Ler: Dave
Summary: After Dave wins a round John was sure he was going to loose, John just cant accept the fact he lost. Turns out neither can his own body, causing his to do something he may regret later. (Straight Drabble because I’m still trying to get used to writing for HS characters…)
(ALSO!!! A teeny itty bit of John/Dave :3)
“You serious need to understand that..”
“That what?”
“That you totally suck at this game!” Dave held back a giggle, as to not ruin his stoic performance. He watched John out of the side of his shades get visibly agitated from the useless comment
“Real funny, hey who’s this guy? Watching and walking around telling jokes? Yeah real mature D-AVE!” John’s comeback was rudely interrupted by a big red “Player 1 wins” pop up onto the TV screen that sat in-front of both the boys.
“You suck man, you suck big time.” Dave leaned back into the beanbag he was sitting on turning to face John who’s now looked more shocked than ever
“How! You cheated! I know you did, you couldn’t have possibly beat me I was maxed out!” John complained, jestering his arms around to finalize his point.
“I’m just better John, you’ll understand when you get to my level.” He smirked
“Don’t smirk like that, it makes you look even more stupid with the combination of sunglasses inside” John sat back crossing his arms, finally excepting defeat
“Don’t flame me because you can’t beat me in the easiest game in the universe”
“Take them off Dave, nobodies gonna see, your not that special…” John whispered that last part, but not enough where Dave couldn’t hear him. It was the loud type of whisper where if you were to play telephone, everybody would’ve already know what was said.
“What was that John? Sorry can’t hear you over the sound of me winning!”
“I said your not that important!”
“No, you said special, I have very good hearing you know?”
“Why would you ask me if you knew what I said? Sounds like you seem to be going crazy”
“It’s called multitasking!”
“FUCK!- your multitasking!” John said, kicking the side of Dave’s beanbag
“You’re such an ass of a sore loser, just admit I won fair and square,” Dave wrinkled his brow at the sight of John childlike nature. He caught John’s foot before he could give another around of abuse to the poor beanbag.
“Let go asshole! You cheated and you did not win fair or square!” John pulled at his leg, hoping to retrieve it but instead was met with new found knowledge…. Daves grip is incredibly strong
"Kick me again and I kill you!" Dave tighted his grip on his ankle
"OW! Fuck! Dave let GO!!" John was practiclly falling out of his own bean bag from trying to yank his leg back, to be fair the closer he was getting to dave the more streght he had agasnt him.
Dave let go for a second to re-adjust his grip, in that spilt second John had kicked, and John kicked hard, resulting in Dave earning a socked foot straight to the face, knocking his shades off in the process.
Silence fell
...
"Dave..."
"...."
"Dave are you ok?"
"....John..." Dave looked down at his shades, which remainded intact, and had landed only a few feet away from them.
"D-Dave.. Dave look I-" John slowly took his foot back but Dave grabbed onto it hard, pulling him closer quickly.
"OH YOU ARE SO IN FOR IT NOW!" Dave lept off his beanbag, tackling John back onto the floor in anger. Oh he was so gonna pay for that.
Now John and Dave have wrestled before in the past, you know how boys do, and the winner of 3/4 of these were Dave. So to say that John was cooked.... he was fried! To be fair he tried to put a good fight, grabing at Dave forearms and wiggling to try to get him to look focus, but Dave had seen his tactics before and combat them with dislodging his grip and holding John in place.
"DAVE DAVE WAIT!!!!!" John pleded, maybe Dave would reconsider trying to murder his best friend?
"..."
"LOOK DUDE I DIDNT- GAH! DIDNT THINK Y-YOOU- UGH!!!" As John struggled against his superiorly stronger friend, Dave looked him dead in the eyes throughout the whole thing.
Dave soon succsefully pinned John, sitting on top of his waist with his shoulders squeazing the ground. They both huffed and caught their breath before Dave started the intaragation questions.
"Why would you kick me! Actually, no, why would you THINK of kicking me!?!" Dave growled, now that John could get a good look at his face without the glasses, he knew he screwed up majorly.
"I-I didnt mean to! It kinda just happned!" John defended while trying to unpin his shoulders from the floor.
"I'm still not hearing an apolo-GY!" Daves hands slipped off of Johns shoulders cause a palm to the face, as John was raising his arms trying to push Dave off of him.
John pulled his hands back instantly, internaly screaming, knowing he wasnt going to make it out of here alive. Dave reopened his eyes, now angier than ever, ready to take on Johns life and end it.
"You... are soo...... DEAD!" Dave quickly reached for both of Johns hands, hoisting them above his head and using his free hand to scribble into his stomach.
John let out a reactive screach before falling into loud giggles, squirming and trying to wiggle away from the torturous hand. He pulled on his hands to no luck, this time Dave was sure he wasnt gonna let go.
"DAhahaaveE!! LOhohoOK I dihihidnt MEHEHAhahan toohohoo!" John laughed, Dave still wanst hearing that apology that he was looking for unfourtantly. So instead of going easy, he decided he needed to dig out that "Im so sorry Dave. I will never do it again".
"IT WAS AN ACIDENT!! NONO NOHOHOHO!!" John squealed as Dave slowly moved up against his ribs, his fingers digging into each bone sending ticklish sensations throughout his upper body.
"All I want from you is one thing, John, and if you cant give it to me, we might be here forever." Dave leaned in, getting closer to Johns face with every other word. John was too busy laughing to notice how smirky Dave was getting over this. He was most definetly having fun with this.
"I DOHOH- HEAA!! DONT KNOHOW WHAHAT YOUR TAHAHALKING ABOHOUTTT!! STAHAHAOP!!!" John kicked his legs out behind Dave, hoping to relive the tickly feeling as Dave was still getting higher and higher along his body.
“You don’t? Oh really?” Dave finally latched onto John’s armpit and massaged into the open area with all his might. John screeched, arching his back before falling back down into silent laughter. His cheeks burned red from the lack of oxygen as well as knowing the fact Dave is the one who’s putting him through this.
“OKAY!! OKAAHAHAAAAY!!” He wheezed out, kicking his heels into the carpet, he tugged extra hard at his hands as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
“Are you gonna give me what I want?” Dave asked, slowing down his attack to make it lighter and over all less overwhelming. John took a deep breath in, still giggling like crazy, and nodded repeatedly.
“Yeheheess!! *inhale* I wihihill!!” John reassured, taking more air in as he felt the grip on his wrist loosen.
“Ok then, let me hear it.” Dave sat up crossing his arms with the biggest grin John had ever seen on him.
“I’m so-sorry! Im sorry for knocking your glasses off! And you won…. Fair a square!” John leaned up onto his elbows looking up at the smiling boy. He couldn’t tell if it was Dave being shitty or Dave actually having a good time.
“Thank you, now was that so hard Egbert?” Dave in cross his arm and put both hands on opposite sides of his own hips.
“Whatever, now get off me it’s gay!” John chuckled sitting up and pushing at Dave’s chest, getting ready for another round. Hopefully this time John would actually win.
“And what if I like it that way?” Dave whispered into John’s ear and John could just feel the smug in his voice. Not soon after Dave giggled as John pushed his away again.
“Stohahop!!” John joked, obviously it was a joke, right? Either way that’s not what’s important-
“What important is how I’m gonna actually beat your ass this time!” John challenged grabbing his controller
“Just admit it’s your ass who’s getting beat!” Dave shrugged, picking up his controller as well as his shades. Except he didn’t put them on, he just set them aside, it was probably getting in the way of his ultimate win.
(I hope you liked it, even if you don’t like John/Dave, sorry I added without your permission <3)
