Gil x Reader
Note: I’m really trying to get back on track with my main writing project, so here’s a cute fluffy thing I whipped up.
Warnings: None?? Just my precious bby Gil.
Word Count: 536
“Alright, squad, I’m making a Frosty run. What do you guys want?” You held your notepad in one hand and started jotting down orders.
“Chocolate,” Jay and Carlos said at the same time. Mal and Ben and Evie all ordered vanilla. Doug ordered chocolate. So did Jane. Lonnie ordered vanilla. And then it came to Gil. Uma and Harry were still too stubborn to come around, but Gil found that your group of friends was much more accepting of him and his sometimes less than average intelligence.
“Gil, what flavor Frosty do you want?” You asked him, gently prodding him from whatever daydream he was caught up in. His eyes darted up to yours and he blinked a few times.
“They have chocolate and vanilla.”
“What’s a Frosty?” he asked with that innocent Gil sparkle in his eyes.
“Get in my car. Right now.”
“Well, okay.” He nodded, following you like a lost puppy out into the parking lot. He hopped in the passenger seat, taking in your vehicle with awe. “This is a really nice car.”
“So what exactly is a Frosty again?”
“It’s ice cream in a cup.”
“I’ve never had ice cream.”
“Dude,” You looked over at him, jaw hanging open as you pulled out of your parking spot and started to get out on the road.
“We really didn’t get stuff like that on the Isle.”
“Gil, I swear to God, I’m going to spoil you if it’s the last thing I do.”
“But you already do that,” he laughed. You raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you always bring me cookies when you bake them. And you help me with my math homework…Oh! And you came to all of my tourney games and cheered really loud.” He smiled softly, going quiet for a second. Then, he said with a shrug, “No one’s ever done that much for me.”
“I’d do anything for you.” You whispered, not thinking he’d actually hear it.
“I’d do anything for you too.” He carefully took your free hand, the one that was resting on the console as you drove, in both of his larger, rougher ones.
“I’m really really glad you came to Auradon, Gil.”
“So am I,” he smiled, and then, in a move his father had taught him, he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss there, testing the waters carefully. You squeezed his hand and rubbed it with your thumb.
The two of you brought back the Frosties ten-ish minutes later. You helped distribute them, handing Gil his with a spoon and watching as he took the first tentative scoop. His eyes widened and he looked at you.
“It’s amazing.” He got up and walked across the room, where you were just about to sit down, and promptly scooped you up in his enormous arms, nearly lifting you off the ground in a bear hug. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s no problem, Gil. Really.” Your voice was muffled. The others chuckled a little. This thing that you two had was cute. He paused for a second before pulling away to look at you.
“Do you think we could go get more of them?”