Oooh, candy hearts! Can I request miss you with platonic cilan/reader?
Awww!! Cilan by boy! :D He's such a great character- and I love writing him! :D Anon, I've gotcha covered! (Is this Cilan-anon? Or ⚡ anon? If so, Hi friend! :D If not- if you're reading this, I hope you're doing alright!)
Miss You- "Don't cry, give me a smile!"
“Shoot.” You groaned in defeat as yet another souffle sank. This was your fourth attempt this week at making it, and still no dice. “Sorry Cilan. I don’t think this is working.”
“Huh? Oh.” He smiled a bit sheepishly from his oven, his own souffle perfectly puffed and golden. “That’s okay, (Y/N)- it takes practice!”
“Yeah, I know.” You put the sad dessert on the stovetop, crossing your arms with a low sigh. You followed the recipe to a T- and yet it still failed.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Cilan came over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s hard- I know my first time making them went terrible. I painted the kitchen in chocolate.”
Your shoulders shook, and you ducked your head to hide your growing smile. Cilan mistook it as crying and squeezed you closer. “Hey, don’t cry- smile instead!”
“What? No, I’m-Eheheheheh!” You yelped when he suddenly grabbed your side, tickling you. “Cihihihlan, I’m nhoohohoht crhhihihying!”
“Not anymore! There’s no tears in cooking- not unless you’re cutting onions!” The green haired chef ducked behind you to tickle you more, making you squeal and flail. “And even then, you got to be careful not to cry over the soup- you’ll oversalt it!”
“Gehahaha, yohohohu’re tohohohohoohoo muhuhuch!” You giggled and turned in his arms, catching his hands. “I’m nohohoht sad! I wahahsn’t crihihhying!”
“I know- because I tickled you until you were laughing again!” His smile was so bright, you didn’t have it in you to correct him. Giving up, you lightly shoved him before turning to your sunken treat. Following your gaze, Cilan grabbed two spoons. “Come on- a fallen souffle is still a good one! Let’s try it!”
It was delicious. You smiled around your spoon as you watched Cilan dramatically melt against the counter. “Stop, I’ll choke!”
“I’ll save you.” He grinned around his own spoon, standing up and nabbing the dessert. “Like I’m saving this one- all for myself!”
“What-Cilan!” You laughed as you ran after him and the souffle, mood brightening up once more.
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