BTT x Reader: Pick-me-ups (Part 3)

You were at home, sitting on your (colour) sofa as you waited for the BTT to arrive. Your television was turned on and a boring programme was blaring on the screen, but you paid it no heed. As you sat you wound a strand of (h/c) hair around your (skin colour) finger, managing to encase your digit in a velvety case.

Suddenly, there were three very different knocks on the door. One was a soft, inviting knock. The other a loud, brazen one. And the last was perfectly normal. Of course you knew that this was Francis, Gilbert and Toni's way of announcing their arrival, so you jumped up from your seat and rushed to the door. Banging your foot on the hallway table in the process.

You cursed, jumping about holding your injured toe.

"I'm coming!" You shouted.

Hopping over to the door, you grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. Upon seeing your tear stained face the three boys immediately rushed over to you. Gilbert and Tony hugged you whilst Francis fussed and cooed, wiping away the rivulets of mascara on your cheeks with an embroidered handkerchief.

You giggled at the sight of Francis acting like a motherhen.

"Vat are you laughing at ____________?" Gilbert questioned, his thin lips titled up at the corners slightly.

"Nothing." You mumbled, then continued, "It's just that it's funny to see Francis fussing over me like he's my Mum, or something."

Francis' cheeks flared red. Choking on his own spit, he coughed, then started sputtering like an old car exhaust. Gil and Toni gave each other glances, then started chuckling. The deep sounds emanating from within their well-built chests, and you had to admit the sound made you a little hot under the collar.

"Si, chica." The Spaniard started, regaining his composure, "Francis does seem to be a little out of his comfort zone."

"I-I waz juzt taking care of a ami." He rebutted, lapsing into his native French tongue. "Zo, anyway. How do you plan on taking your act of revenge, ma petite fleur?"

You tapped your chin with your index finger whilst chewing on your bottom lip, the clock-work in your brain halting. Your mind was blank, you'd never really extracted revenge on anyone before. You'd never had any reason to. You told the trio as such, to which Antonio replied:

"It is ok, chica. You need a pick-me-up first, anyway. Then we can start planning our revenge. Sound ok?"

You nodded, your (h/l), (h/c) bobbing up and down. The trio smiled, flashing their pearly whites at you.

"Let's go zhen!" Gilbert cried.

"Where are we going?" You questioned.

"It's a secret!" Gil stage-whispered in your ear.

He grabbed you under one arm, and Francis grabbed you under the other. Together they hauled you out the door whilst Toni directed your group towards the car.

The car in question was a old, red Vauxwagen Golf. It was quite beaten up and in fact, had belonged to Gilbert's grandfather. Who had left it to Gil in his will, because of this the young man refused to sell the has-been car, which had scratches and dents adorning it's surface.

Toni opened the doors for you, then grabbing the keys from Gilbert he plopped himself into the driver's seat. Francis joined you at the back - probably so he could try and cop a feel - and Gil walked to the front of the old-timer and rode shotgun, putting his converse-encased feet up on the dashboard. This unnerved the wavy-haired, brunette to no end. Lifting his tan hand, he slapped his friend's leg. Gilbert yelped in pain, jumping a little.

"Amigo," Antonio condoned in a stern voice, "If you won't sell the car because it's your grandfathers, then pay it some respect!"

Gilbert grumbled a little, but he did take his feet of the dashboard........eventually.



(Timeskip to during the car journey)

Francis and Toni were nattering away about how much fun you were going to have, but Gilbert seemed a little quiet. Leaning forwards you moved your face to be mere centimeters away from Gil's ear, you were careful not to breathe, so as not to startle him. Francis glanced at you, casting you a questioning look. You merely turned your head towards him and pressed a slight finger to your lips. Inching ever closer you closed your eyes, stuck out your tongue and......licked the shell of Gilbert's ear.

The albino screamed, causing Antonio to loose his grip on the steering wheel for a moment. The car swerved towards the right-hand lane, luckily, Toni grabbed the wheel in time to save all of you from the oncoming traffic, whilst shouting Spanish curses at his passengers

"Fraulein!" Gil whined, rubbing his ear clean, "Vhat vas zhat for?!"

"You just seemed a little bit quiet. That's all." You replied, a devilish smirk plastered on your face.

Gilbert blushed, his face turning beet red. Everyone in the car, apart from Gilbert of course, started laughing at the Prussians expression. It was one of embarrassment, hurt and a little arousal too. You naïve mind only registered the embarrassment, however Gil's friends didn't fail to see the other array of emotions. The truth was, Francis and Antonio had a bit of a crush on you too. They'd probably never tell you about it though, none of them would.

"So.....where are we going anyway?" You asked, hoping to break the awkward silence that had elapsed.

"Ma cherie, you will zee when you get zhere." Francis replied, tapping his nose to indicate the secret.

You grumbled, slapping his thigh lightly.

"You guys are so annoying......Thanks." You ended, a blush tinting your cheeks pink.

The boys laughed at that, you could be so contradictory at times.




(Timeskip to arrival at secret place)

Francis slapped his hands over your (e/c) eyes. You screamed a little in surprise.

"No need to zcream cherie, it's juzt zhat we have almozt arrived." He soothed.

"Where are we?!" You squealed, excitement running through your veins.

"You'll see chica." Toni replied.

The car rolled to a stop, Toni was a pro at parking (unlike Gilbert). He pulled down the handbrake the proceeded to get out of the car and open your door - Francis couldn't as he was keeping your eyes shut.

There was a cool burst of air, as the car door was pulled open, as well as a cacophony of noise. There seemed to be people everywhere, chattering, eating and.....screaming? Francis carefully pulled you out of the car, making sure you didn't trip over your own feet. Gilbert had already gotten out, and was jumping on the balls of his feet. He couldn't wait to see your face, you were going to love where they had taken you.

"Are you ready, __________?" Francis whispered in your ear, his tone might have been a tad too sensual.

"Yes." You whispered back.

"Ok zhen...Un."

Your skin itched with anticipation.

"Dos"

It was all you could do not to jump up and down, rabidly.

"Drei."

"TA-DA!!" The trio cried in unison.

Francis uncovered your eyes, and this time you did bounce up and down, shrieking.

"Ohmigosh, guys! We're at (favourite theme park)!! You know I haven't been in ages! Ohmigosh! Thanks sooo much!!" You yelled, running over to glomp the three young men.

"I love you guys!" You breathed.

The three blushed, unbeknownst to you. They quickly drew back, trying to regain their manly composure, coughing awkwardly.

"I know!" Gilbert clicked his fingers, "Letz go on zhe (favourite rollercoaster)!"

You eyes widened, then you darted to the ticket booth, putting yourself in line. The BTT followed at a leisurely pace, giving each other knowing glances. This was going to be a long day......




(To Be Continued....)