PRUHUN SHIPPING WEEK:
Day 2: Sweaters and Socks
Title: Knitting with Balls
Summary: Erzebet thinks that it's cute her boyfriend knits. Domestic AU.
Warnings:
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When she had gotten into a relationship with Gilbert Beilschmidt, she had no clue that she would fall so helplessly in love with the sap. Erzebet Hedervary had more or less dated him so that he would shut up about dating her. However…now that she had given in, she saw that the idiot was actually a real softie. Despite his often-arrogant demeanor, he had put his life on the line for other girls when they were being followed or felt unsafe around men, was super crazy overprotective of his little brother, and protected the innocent at all costs.
So maybe he wasn't that bad.
…. He was still arrogant, though.
However, the idiot had this tendency to do ridiculously sweet things. Like, he'd serenade her with her favorite songs, in his downright terrible singing voice, ignoring the singer's gender and the lyrics, leading to some entertaining combinations, including him singing Milkshake and Nicki Minaj's Anaconda- evil laugh and all. He even dressed up in a skimpy pink weenie bikini for the work out section, trying to shake his pasty white boy ass for her.
Not that she didn't appreciate it; the thought was original, sweet, and downright hilarious- Nothing would quite match up than Gilbert's skinny ass tried to twerk for her, and it devolved into him and her fighting over who the better twerk-er was. They ended up settling that neither of them could do Nicki justice.
He cooked, he cleaned, he was a dork of monumental proportions, but most of all, he made her laugh and feel loved.
What had started as an attempt to fend off the perceived douchebag had turned into her genuinely enjoying a relationship for the first time in a very long time. He even bought her tampons, for god's sake. The idiot was sweet, and caring, and…and maybe not as much of an idiot she made him out to be.
However, nothing had quite prepared for her to discover his favorite activity to do with his hands.
"O-Oh my god…Gil…?" She said, a smile creeping on the edge of her lips. "Gil? Are those…?"
His face went bright fucking red, and she knew she had hit the jackpot.
"OH! So you like to…knit?" She said, her smirk only growing, making him put away his needles and pattern.
"Ah! You are mistaken!" He laughed his ugly laughter. "I was simply trying to learn! Kesesese!" His tic was showing….he was nervous.
"Oh, yes, definitely. Because beginners do a pattern involving about 6 different stitches, with a label that says "For Experts"." She snorted, and kissed his forehead.
He flushed. "Knitting is definitely masculine!" He said, biting his lip.
"Oh, Gil…" She laughed louder. "It's the farthest thing from being masculine! However, I don't care if you're macho, idiot." She lightly whacked the back of his head. "I thought that was clear after I cheered on your Glamorous routine, originally covered by Fergie."
He sighed, loud and theatrical. "I suppose, you might be correct, but I am definitely correct in how awesome knitting is!" He laughed. "And this way! I can just get your measurements rather than using your shirts as a pattern!"
"Awww, you're making me a sweater…?" She asked, temporarily distracted by the cuteness of that, before she saw the remnants of what appeared to be a work shirt of her.
Cute gone.
"Gilbert, did you cut up my shirt to make a pattern…?" She asked, voice light and dancing on the edge of threatening. He paled further than she thought possible, and he set down the knitting, and laughed nervously, before nodding, and breaking out in a run.
Despite the fact she chased him, screaming at him for quite a while, she ended up not only wearing the very soft alpaca yarn knit sweater, but also their matching socks.
