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"NOOO SEAMUS!"

"Get back here, darlin'!"

"GET THAT POISON AWAY FROM ME!" you wail, cowering behind his brother, Allistor. Seamus was having serious trouble balancing the syrup on the spoon whilst chasing you around the brothers' house.

You stopped in the middle of your running. "Ahh.. Ahhh... ACHOOO!" you shrieked, the sneeze shaking you. Allistor set his hands on your shoulders.

"Lassie, he's only doing this for your own good," Allistor mumbled into your ear. Your cheeks tinted pink a bit. You've been told before the Irishman liked you more than a friend, but before you knew it, you developed feelings for him too.

"(y/n)!" Seamus yelled, balancing the syrup on the tablespoon. "EW NO GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!!!" you said, forgetting all about your talk with Allistor and taking off.

"What is wrong with you blokes!" Dylan screams from upstairs. You hear the door open and slam shut and see Dylan at the top of the staircase.

"As soon as the lass takes her medicine, we'll all have some peace and quiet." Seamus said. Dylan snapped his head towards you.

"GET HER!"

"ACHOO!" you said, sneezing. In your frozen state, Dylan and Allistor took both of your arms and pinned you to the wall, one on each arm.

"Hey, unfair! I was snee-ACHOO!" you say, a sneeze cutting in. "Now, darlin', you know I only want the best for my lass." Seamus said, only inches away form your face.

You blushed at the closeness, and Seamus was struggling to hide his. The Irishman held the spoon in his hand.

Whimpering, you clamped your mouth shut. "Come on, (y/n), please... For me?" Seamus said, putting on his puppy dog look face. "No," you deadpanned, shaking your head.

"On my mark," Seamus instructed, handing the spoon to Dylan. The two brothers nodded. "What are you doing no-UMPH!" You were cut off by Seamus lips crashing onto yours.

You were so shocked, in fact, you let your guard down. Like magic, the two brothers released your arms in unison, and you snaked them around Seamus' neck, closing your eyes.

Seamus wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you for one more moment, then pulled apart and screamed, "NOW!"

Allistor shoved the spoon into your open mouth, successfully getting you to drink the syrup. Surprisingly, the medicine tasted sort of like beer. But you weren't sure if that was the medicine or Seamus.

"Not so yucky now, eh, (y/n)?" Seamus said cockily, raising an eyebrow.

You turned a deep red. "Shut up," you said, shoving him. "Tell me whenever you get sick in the future, because I'd love to do that again." Seamus said with a grin.

"Or we could just do it again right now," you suggested. "Good idea," Seamus said, pressing his lips onto yours once again.

|EXTENDED ENDING|

"Seamus?!" you cried. Your recent boyfriend was on his bed, tissues everywhere on his bed. "What happened?" you shrieked, scanning the room.

Seamus looked back at you with tired eyes. "Medicine is yucky, and when I kissed you, you got me sick." Seamus said, crinkling his nose in disgust at the word 'medicine'.

You leaned against the doorframe, an idea spurring in your head. "I bet I can change that," you say coyly, pouring some syrup onto a tablespoon

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Request for kdsnewyork

"NOOO SEAMUS!"

"Get back here, darlin'!"

"GET THAT POISON AWAY FROM ME!" you wail, cowering behind his brother, Allistor. Seamus was having serious trouble balancing the syrup on the spoon whilst chasing you around the brothers' house.

You stopped in the middle of your running. "Ahh.. Ahhh... ACHOOO!" you shrieked, the sneeze shaking you. Allistor set his hands on your shoulders.

"Lassie, he's only doing this for your own good," Allistor mumbled into your ear. Your cheeks tinted pink a bit. You've been told before the Irishman liked you more than a friend, but before you knew it, you developed feelings for him too.

"(y/n)!" Seamus yelled, balancing the syrup on the tablespoon. "EW NO GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!!!" you said, forgetting all about your talk with Allistor and taking off.

"What is wrong with you blokes!" Dylan screams from upstairs. You hear the door open and slam shut and see Dylan at the top of the staircase.

"As soon as the lass takes her medicine, we'll all have some peace and quiet." Seamus said. Dylan snapped his head towards you.

"GET HER!"

"ACHOO!" you said, sneezing. In your frozen state, Dylan and Allistor took both of your arms and pinned you to the wall, one on each arm.

"Hey, unfair! I was snee-ACHOO!" you say, a sneeze cutting in. "Now, darlin', you know I only want the best for my lass." Seamus said, only inches away form your face.

You blushed at the closeness, and Seamus was struggling to hide his. The Irishman held the spoon in his hand.

Whimpering, you clamped your mouth shut. "Come on, (y/n), please... For me?" Seamus said, putting on his puppy dog look face. "No," you deadpanned, shaking your head.

"On my mark," Seamus instructed, handing the spoon to Dylan. The two brothers nodded. "What are you doing no-UMPH!" You were cut off by Seamus lips crashing onto yours.

You were so shocked, in fact, you let your guard down. Like magic, the two brothers released your arms in unison, and you snaked them around Seamus' neck, closing your eyes.

Seamus wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you for one more moment, then pulled apart and screamed, "NOW!"

Allistor shoved the spoon into your open mouth, successfully getting you to drink the syrup. Surprisingly, the medicine tasted sort of like beer. But you weren't sure if that was the medicine or Seamus.

"Not so yucky now, eh, (y/n)?" Seamus said cockily, raising an eyebrow.

You turned a deep red. "Shut up," you said, shoving him. "Tell me whenever you get sick in the future, because I'd love to do that again." Seamus said with a grin.

"Or we could just do it again right now," you suggested. "Good idea," Seamus said, pressing his lips onto yours once again.

|EXTENDED ENDING|

"Seamus?!" you cried. Your recent boyfriend was on his bed, tissues everywhere on his bed. "What happened?" you shrieked, scanning the room.

Seamus looked back at you with tired eyes. "Medicine is yucky, and when I kissed you, you got me sick." Seamus said, crinkling his nose in disgust at the word 'medicine'.

You leaned against the doorframe, an idea spurring in your head. "I bet I can change that," you say coyly, pouring some syrup onto a tablespoon