#ilbilge cod

Photo Bashing!!

Spoilers and sketches for the new videooooo

Dialogue colors:

İlbilge: Red

Gaz: Blue

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​After a tiring day, Gaz came into İlbilge's room again. But this time, he had a red lipstick in his hand. İlbilge looked at him and asked, "What's with the lipstick?" Gaz offered an evil smile, said, "I have a surprise," and suddenly pinned her to the bed, climbing on top of her. İlbilge froze in shock, asking out of pure reflex, "Kyle! What are you doing!?" Gaz laughed, put the lipstick on his own lips, and started kissing her face.

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​İlbilge watched Gaz in shock. Well, she couldn't really watch because her eyes were closed, but she could feel his lips touching her skin. After a few moments, İlbilge tried to push him away and snapped, "Kyle, enough! I'm covered in lipstick marks!" Gaz just chuckled and kept kissing her. Eventually, there was no lipstick left on Gaz's lips, but he kept going anyway.

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​Finally, İlbilge had enough. "You asked for this, Garrick!" she said, suddenly rolling over and pinning him underneath her. Caught off guard by the sudden move, Gaz looked up at İlbilge, whose face was completely covered in his kiss marks. Without wasting any time, İlbilge grabbed the lipstick and applied it to her own lips. She looked down at Gaz and started kissing him before he even had a chance to speak.

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​It took maybe four or five minutes to cover his entire face in kisses. When she finally looked down at him, bright red lipstick kiss marks stood out against his brown skin. İlbilge grabbed her phone and opened the camera. She cupped Gaz's face and snapped a photo. Looking at the picture, Gaz was staring at her with a shy, defeated expression, while İlbilge was looking at the screen, happy as could be. Catching sight of Gaz's face, İlbilge burst out laughing. "Damn it, Kyle! I love this expression!" She managed to say between laughs, but seeing him still staring at her with that exact same look from the photo made her laugh even harder. She could barely breathe. She forced herself to calm down and took a sip of water. After drinking, she looked back at Gaz. His expression hadn't changed, but this time he muttered, "I regret kissing your face..." İlbilge proudly declared, "I'm Turkish! I always get my revenge!"

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Vibe: Golden hour / Sunset

Word count; 760

Characters; İlbilge and Gaz

Speech bubbles;

İlbilge: Red

Gaz: Blue

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​Both of them were rocking civilian clothes for the first time in months. Gaz was back in his signature dark blue cap with the Union Jack patch, a clean white tee, and black cargos. Ilbilge was head-to-toe in black, but she decided to throw her hair up in a high ponytail today. Low-key, she was already regretting it—constantly low-key complaining with, "I low-key regret this," and "Why did I even do a ponytail?" Gaz was just rolling with it, listening to her rant while eating traditional Turkish macun (her latest street food obsession).

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​The square was super chill. Families, kids, street buskers, madly in love couples, and local vendors everywhere—just a classic Istanbul scene. As they strolled down the Üsküdar coast, Gaz took a lick of the macun and commented, "Damn, Asya, this hits so different from Britain. It’s way... calmer, and people here are genuinely so friendly. Back home? Absolutely not."

​Ilbilge laughed and explained, "Welcome to Istanbul. People here just built different; everyone looks out for each other and has your back. To Turks, that’s just basic gentleman behavior, respect, and good vibes."

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​Since the sun was setting, the Bosphorus had this insane orange glow, and the sky was literally painted in gradients of yellow, orange, and fiery red. Gaz quickly realized he wasn't going to finish the macun just by licking it, so he straight up went in for a bite. Seeing him struggle in a 1v1 battle against the street candy, Ilbilge burst out laughing, "Kyle, are you seriously losing to a macun stick?"

​Gaz turned to her, mouth completely full, and went full defense mode: "I can't finish this just by licking it!"

​Ilbilge pulled a water bottle out of her tote and handed it over, warning him, "Don't talk with your mouth full, you're literally gonna speedrun choking on your own snack. Drink some water."

​Gaz took the bottle, took a sip, and turned right back to her. "I would never choke on my own food! I'm British!" he said, flexing hard.

​Ilbilge rolled her eyes, reached out, grabbed his face with both hands, and started gently squishing his cheeks with her thumbs. Teasing him, she shot back, "And I'm Turkish, so what? Does being Turkish mean I'm gonna choke on a snack or something?"

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​Even though Gaz tried to swat her hands away and pretend to protest, he totally caved and let her do it. He surrendered, muttering under his breath, "I’d never let you die, though."

​Ilbilge smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a tiny peck. Gaz froze for a second, turned bright red in like two seconds flat, and stammered, "Asya..." totally caught off guard.

​Ilbilge just grinned and started raining playful kisses all over his face. Passersby noticed and smiled at the cute moment. Finally cracking under the attention, Gaz went, "You asked for it." wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, and pulled her in for a deep kiss right there on the boardwalk.

​The crowd around them was low-key shook for a second by the bold move, but then smiled anyway. A couple of Gen Z kids nearby even whipped out their phones to record it.

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​The atmosphere was unironically straight out of a movie. Across from the Maiden's Tower, golden hour sunset, right in the middle of a bustling crowd—total dream aesthetic, right?

​After holding the kiss for a solid minute, Gaz finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. He smirked, "You really made me do that... I gotta hand it to you, you're something else."

​Ilbilge giggled, gave him a playful, affectionate love-tap on the arm, and muttered in Turkish, "Eşşek seni..." (You absolute donkey...)

​Gaz looked totally confused and asked, "Wait, what did you just say?"

​Ilbilge brushed it off with a smirk: "Never mind. You wouldn't get it."

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