A/N: so! I find myself uninspired and too busy to plan/write an intricate story, but these two are always on my mind so why not write out some scenarios? the stories will probably reference each other or have similar elements at some point, but aren't connected nor in any order. also shout out to my datefriend because we come up with most of these together

Chuck gave presents to his friends on Valentines.

Well, he didn't. Not usually, at least. But today he did.

Actually, the plan was just to give one to Red, but a ringing in the back of his head let him know that it wouldn't be pretty if Bomb found out that he was left out of the 'friendly gift-giving'. He now happily wears the flower that Chuck quickly stole for him on his head.

…Chuck wonders why he didn't just let Bomb know that this was an attempt to hit on Red. Would've been easier than nearly getting into trouble for stealing. And almost upsetting his bestie.

It felt like hours were going by as Chuck waited tor a response from Red. Did Red not like the color of the card? Or maybe the message was a little too vague? …It was the pun. It must've been the pun! …Or maybe Red loves the pun a little too much and he's just speechless…?

"D'aww… That's cute…" Red finally said, looking up from his scented 'You're The Tweetest!' card. Their eyes met as Chuck's tail began to wag ever so… blatantly. Red's voice lowered. "I didn't get you anything…"

Chuck didn't stop smiling. "That's okay! I'd just like to spend the day with you!"

"Uh, hold on."

Red turned and walked faster than usual. Chuck entertained his own boredom and blocked out negative thoughts by singing the songs that were currently stuck in his head. The morning birds sure do make some catchy tunes.

As Red was back in sight, Chuck squinted at whatever he could be holding. Was that a new clay sculpture? Was he going to give that to Chuck? It doesn't even look like it's dry yet and seems deformed… What if Red was giving it to someone el-

"You good?" Red wondered.

Chuck blinked to realize that Red was much closer than previously thought. He looked down to see red wings holding out something.

Worm-N-Seed ice cream.

His misty eyes couldn't be stopped.

Red blinked. "Oh… You don't like it? …I guess the heart-shaped worms are a 'lil much, but they didn't have the usual ones. 'Change literally everything just for this one day', y'know?"

"I…" Yellow wings took hold of the cone, drips of ice cream immediately being licked off of it. "LOVE it!" His pupils beamed, followed by a softer expression as he looked back at Red. "…Even more than you think."

"…Oh, stop it." Red brought a wing to the tuft of feathers on the top of his head.

Chuck licked his ice cream. "It's trueee!" His giggling was cut short by a feeling that shot up, making his nerves freeze up colder than his snack. A yelp just barely escaping his beak. Soon after, he melted at the touch of a wing around his back. He briefly questioned if his current body heat was enough to impact the ice cream. He never looked away from Red, but the sensation on his fingers says 'probably'.

"You're my best friend."

Chuck felt a gentle breeze on his face, followed by emptiness all around. "Oh."

Realizing that he said that louder than he thought judging by the puzzled look on Red's face, Chuck attempted to sound more optimistic. "I mean uh-! You're my best friend, too!"

He stared at the ground after some forced giggling. He figured that his ice cream was still melting, but he also figured that he wasn't all that hungry anymore.