#something small and i got a little upset and that turned to Oh My Gosh i’m going tHrow up i hate it here i hate this time to ALDABFJDJFNDNGN

[nochukoo97]

i will never not think about you

Pairing: Soccer Player!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: req: “May I request something, please? I'd like it to be a JK x reader enemies to lovers fic, when he hears you defending him when someone badmouths about him” alsoo JK PLAYS THE GUITAR HERE for reader 🥺🥺

Word Count: 1.3k+

a/n: this was a request sent to me and i turned out to really like it so i made it a fic to put on my main masterlist HAHAHA ❤️

You and Jungkook were notoriously known for despising each other, he often found ways to pick at you and annoy you, to which you retaliate back twice the amount.

Everytime he would see you, Jungkook always had something irritating to say, the type that would make you roll your eyes at his endless teasing.

But yet Jungkook seemed too perfect for you to find anything to tease him about, he was the school’s star soccer player, had top grades, and he had his values and morals straight. The only downside to this boy was that he could not leave you alone for the life of him.

As much as you “hated” him and envied his perfect conduct, there was this small feeling inside that you constantly pushed away: The sparks you felt in your chest when Jungkook was around you.

You would never let yourself even begin to think about that. It didn’t make sense to you, both you and Jungkook despised each other, so you pushed away those feelings, embarrassed that they had even come about.

———————————————

The canteen is bustling with noise and chaos as students walk into the area, rushing to reserve their seats and buying their food.

Luckily for you and Chaeyong, you had been dismissed early from class and managed to get there before the huge crowd appeared.

You listen to the conversations being carried out at the table with Chaeyong and some of her other friends, of which you weren’t too familiar with, but you gave you input here and there, finding their gossip quite hilarious.

“Oh my gosh~” Mina says, “And then she literally- wait shit that’s Jungkook coming this way!” She squeals as you internally cringe at her reaction.

Another thing about Jungkook was that he was popular amongst the girls, which was what you assumed gave him his ego.

“Hi ___” Jungkook sends you a boyish grin as he slides into the empty seat next to you. You frown at him as you also hear Chaeyong’s friends squeal amongst themselves.

“What?” You grumble as you look back at your plate of food, not in the mood to put up with a fight with him.

But you don’t have time to react when Jungkook slides out of the seat, grabbing his tray, but also using his chopsticks to grab a piece of meat from your plate.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shout as he walks away grinning from ear to ear with his tray, heading to another table where his teammates sat. You groan as Chaeyong attempts to console you.

“___ why do you even bother to interact with him? He’s such a douchebag and I’m pretty sure he’s a dick, I don’t even think he’s that good at soccer and honestly he’s only popular because of his looks, nothing else,” One of Chaeyong’s friends, Jisu, mocks.

You immediately frown at her words, upset at what she had blatantly just said. “First of all, who are you to say that? Jungkook is literally the top player of our school’s soccer team and he obviously has the skill. If he heard you say that I can guarantee he will not be happy,” You say back at her.

Jisu isn’t quite the happiest at your response either, “Well my boyfriend, Chanyeol, can easily pick a fight with him if he dares to do anything, Jungkook won’t stand a chance,” She scoffs, clearly agitated.

“I can tell you one thing, Jungkook will not lose a fight with anyone here, he’s so strong your boyfriend won’t even be able to stand if they got into a fight, don’t try to use you boyfriend to defend yourself because it’ll never work,” And with that you stand up and take your tray to another table, not wanting to be around Jisu anymore.

Little did you know Jungkook had been standing behind the pillar next to your table and listening to every word you had said.

————————————————

Fast forward a week later, you find yourself stuck with being partners with guess who? Jeon Jungkook.

Your chemistry teacher must have played a sick prank on you both for pairing the two of you up for a project.

So that’s how you’re currently sitting on the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom, as he furiously types away on his laptop.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare into blank space or actually help me over here?” Jungkook looks up at you from his laptop, frowning slightly.

“You play guitar?” You ignore his question as you point to the guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of his room.

“Yeah, okay now back to the project,” Jungkook hastily replies, pushing your laptop towards you in hopes of getting you back on track.

Instead you frown as you push the laptop back, clearly uninterested in the project at the moment.

“Can you play a song for me?” You softly ask, not recognising your own voice. It was as if your underlying feelings for him had suddenly taken over your consciousness.

Jungkook slightly raises his eyebrow, surprised at your tone and your request but complies, as he puts his laptop aside and walks to get the guitar.

“What song do you want me to play?” Jungkook asks, after he expertly tunes the guitar.

“Never Not by Lauv, that’s my favourite,” You giggle as Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that he’s heard the same song so many times before.

When Jungkook starts to strum and sing the song, you begin to gaze at him with admiration, heart thumping loudly in your chest as you listen to his honey-like voice ring throughout the room.

And when he finishes, your eyes light up as you praise him, “Oh my gosh that was so good Gguk, thank god you’re at least good at one thing,” You tease him towards the end, not noticing the pet name slipping out of your mouth.

Jungkook looks at you in amusement, not commenting how your “Gguk” made his heart almost explode in his chest.

“I’m pretty good at other things you know, Miss ‘Jungkook is good at soccer and he can beat your boyfriend up’ ” Jungkook laughs, seeing your shocked face.

“I- How- Wait! How do you-” You stutter through words as your jaw drops, “And that’s not what I said anyways!” You whine as you slap his arm.

“Well I just rephrased whatever you said because it seemed like you had a lot of good things to say about me,” Jungkook smirks at you as he puts down the guitar and walks towards your seated figure.

He approaches you and closes the gap between you two, causing you to panic and inch back further, only to be restricted by his bed behind you.

Now the only thing you could feel was Jungkook’s bed frame against your back and his whispering in your ear,

“Didn’t know Miss ‘I hate Jungkook’ loved me so much, hmm?” His breath hits your ear as he whispers, your cheeks turning to a horrible shade of red, breathing staggered.

Jungkook pulls back to stare at your reaction, but you can’t bring yourself to even look at him, letting your gaze fall to your fidgeting hands on your lap.

But the boy has other plans, when he lifts your chin with his fingers, connecting your lips together as you gasp at the sudden move.

“Relax baby,” Jungkook mumbles through the kiss, taking your hands and bringing them up to wrap around his neck.

You slowly began to relax into the kiss, unable to process how unimaginable this was.

When Jungkook breaks away from the kiss, you both look at each other, slightly panting.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Jungkook coos as he laughs when you frown and slap his chest.

“Okay now sit here,” He pats the ground next to him, “I need to teach my girlfriend how to play my guitar”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook angst #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook x you

[vodika-vibes]

I love your writing. It always leaves me feeling hopeful.

Could you write a story where f!reader doesn't like her body.

I personally dislike my body. My breasts are small and disproportionate, then my butt is flattish. Compared to my mom and sisters I feel unlovable. Doesn't help I've never dated or had anyone interested in me and I'm going on 40.

Sorry that was long. Anyway if you could wrote something with either Fox, Wolffe or Hunter that would be lovely.

Thank you.

You're Perfect

Summary: Wolffe gets home late and finds his mesh’la curled up in bed, upset. And he decides that that’s not going to stand.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1027

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: That might be the sweetest compliment I've ever been giving. Making people feel hopeful. Gosh, you're so sweet. I'm sorry that you feel that way about yourself, and I hope this story helps you feel a little bit better!

Wolffe pushes his hand through his short hair in annoyance as he irritably punches in the door code for his apartment. He loves his brothers, he does, but sometimes they are the most irritating di’kut to walk on any planet.

Not to mention, they made him late.

He was supposed to be home over an hour ago.

He had a plan. Dinner and dancing with his perfect mesh’la, something to help her get her mind off the hard week that she’s been having at work.

But no. Now it’s not going to happen. All because Sinker decided to push the Corries and got himself thrown into a holding cell.

He should have let him cool his heels there for the night.

The door slides open and Wolffe pushes into the apartment, only to pause when he notes that none of the lights are on. His gaze flickers to the coat rack, taking note that her favorite jacket and her purse are still hanging there. Not to mention all of her shoes are lined up neatly on the shoe rack.

So she is home. Yet all of the lights are off, and there’s no sound indicating that she’s listening to music or watching a show or playing any of her games-

Slowly, Wolffe sits on the bench to pull off his armor, all of his senses turned towards the apartment, searching for any hint of what’s going on. 

Something is clearly wrong.

Maybe she’s upset that he’s home later than he said he would be? If that’s the case then he’s going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow.

He finishes pulling off his armor, and stacks it neatly near the door, and then he heads to the gun safe, and he puts his weapons in it, before shutting and locking the door.

Only then does he head further into the apartment. 

“Mesh’la?”

There’s a sniffle from the bedroom, and Wolffe’s gaze snaps to the closed door. He doesn’t even bother knocking on the door, since it’s his room too, and he peers at the large lump under the blanket.

“Mesh’la? 

“There’s no one here but us bedbugs,” Her voice is shaky, as though she’s been crying. 

Wolffe sighs silently, she’s upset. He’s definitely going to beat Sinker black and blue tomorrow. He sits on the edge of the bed and presses his hand against her back, rubbing soothingly as he feels her trembling under his touch, “I’m sorry I’m late, mesh’la. Sinker got arrested, and-”

Slowly the blanket tugs down so she’s able to peer up at him. Her pretty eyes are rimmed with red, and he feels his heart sink. “Sinker got arrested?”

“Yeah, he picked an argument with Thorn and-” Wolffe sighs, “I’m so sorry that I’m late, I know we had plans. I should have commed…I didn’t mean to make you cry-”

She blinks at him, and then hastily wipes her eyes, though that didn’t help. “I…I’m not crying-”

“You are though.” Wolffe replies gently as he brushes a tear off her cheek.

“Oh.” She pauses, and then she leans into his touch, “Not because of you, or Sinker.”

Quickly, Wolffe reassesses the situation, and his eyes narrow, “Someone upset you to the point of tears.”

“It’s…dumb.”

“If they upset you enough that you came home and cried, it’s obviously not.” Wolffe points out, “Come on, mesh’la. What happened?”

She ducks her head, “It’s just…” She pauses, “Someone said something and-”

“What did they say?” He prods gently.

She seems to curl in on herself, “That I’m not pretty enough to land someone who looks like you. That you’re probably only using me because I’m…I’m easy,” She spits out the word like it’s a curse, “That you don’t really love me-”

Wolffe leans in and kisses her to stop the flood of words. “Well, whoever told you that is clearly jealous of how amazing you are.”

“They-”

“Let’s go over this point by point, shall we?” Wolffe interrupts, “You not being pretty enough for me is nonsense, you’re gorgeous, all of the time. About you being easy-” He makes a face, “If you were easy, mesh’la, it wouldn’t have taken me almost a year to convince you to go on a date with me.”

A flush spreads across her face, and Wolffe grins.

“That was a very long, very miserable year for me, Mesh’la. I can’t believe you spent so long running from me.”

“It made sense, at the time.” She mumbles, and Wolffe presses a light kiss to her forehead.

“As for me not loving you,” Wolffe says, “I spent a year trying to make you even look at me. Is my love for you really in doubt here?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He kisses her forehead again, “I would, however, like to know who exactly made you cry.” She shoots him a look, “I just wanna talk to them. Really.”

“Right. Talk.” She scoffs, “Since when is ‘talk’ a euphemism for ‘beat them senseless’?”

“Since always.” Wolffe replies, he slips under the blanket with her and draws her into a tight hug, “But I’m much more concerned about the fact that you seem to believe them.”

“I…well…”

“Yes?”

“I’m not pretty, Wolffe. Not compared to some of the women that your brothers date. I’m just…bleh.”

“You’re not just bleh.” Wolffe corrects, “And the fact that I haven’t managed to convince you of this yet makes me a terrible boyfriend.” He leans in and kisses her gently. “How can I convince you to see yourself like I see you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Slowly Wolffe kicks the blanket off the bed and rolls so that she’s laying on top of him, “I have a pretty good idea.” He teases with a wicked grin, “I know exactly how to make you see yourself like how I see you.”

She stares down at him, startled, and then a slightly flustered look crosses her face as correctly identifies the look on his face.

“Ah, you’re so cute and I love you so much.” Wolffe says with a boyish, lovesick, grin on his face. 

Somehow, she looks even more flustered, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tcw #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[conspicuous-clown-car]

small fnaf sb drabble

wrote this at like 3 am after imagining chica like one of those photos you see of cats where their eyes glow in the dark menacingly, then it slowly turned into...this lol

point of view is of my fnaf sb self insert, chica eats trash and feels bad, moon is a bastard but just wants to hang out with his friend.

i'm not a writer so keep that in mind, i just really wanted to get this idea out, and it would take too long in comic form

You walk down the second level hallway between Monty Golf and Kids Cove, heading towards Chica's Bakery. You fidget with the lanyard you're wearing, twisting the security badge around in your hand idly.

Hearing a suspicious sound of crunching in the distance, you pause, letting the badge fall against your shirt.

Your eyes dart around, and you slowly make your way towards whatever the noise is, attempting to keep yourself hidden. Right as you’re about to walk out from behind a food cart, the lights go out. ah, right. hourly recharge. 

You quickly peek your head out, trying to find what’s causing the noise, eyes straining as they get used to the dark. Your eyes widen seeing a figure that looks like Chica, hunched over a knocked over garbage bin……eating trash……

god, not again.

You stand up straight, and carefully walk closer, making sure not to trip on anything in the dim lighting. You do your best to make as little noise as possible with your footsteps, thankful that the carpet muffles most of it.

Finally, standing a good 5 feet behind her as she shovels garbage into her mouth, you just, pause. Contemplating why she’s still doing this after supposedly being “fixed” weeks ago. When and how did this behavior start? Why did they give her the need to eat in the first place? Why has management been ignoring this problem for so long?

and why……….why do you keep watching, this is disgusting.

You decide you’ve had enough of watching and listening to her shoving trash down her gullet, and move your hand past your jacket to silently unclip your flashlight from your belt.

Flashlight in your hold, you click it on and shine the light directly on her, informing her of your presence.

“Chica!”

The animatronic's head spins a whole 180 degrees towards you, body still facing away. You wince at the sight. She looks like a wild animal, her eyes reflecting the light of your flashlight, her mouth stuffed with trash from the garbage bin that she was clearly just eating out from. She looks sort of…aggressive? Like a pet getting caught eating something it knows it's not supposed to be eating.

You two stare at each other for a long awkward moment. 

When she finally relaxes a bit her eyes dart back and forth on you, surveying you

“Uh-“

Some chewed up mix of garbage falls out of her beak as her jaw moves

“…..Yes?”

You try not to laugh at that, stifling a smile and managing to keep a straight face. You lower the flashlight so that it's pointing to the floor, closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath. Your shoulders slack and you let out a long sigh, then look at her

“you know you’re supposed to be charging right now, right?”

She comically blinks out of synch, processing the information

“…Oh…oh!”

Chica jolts, and looks around as if she’s just now noticed the darkness the pizzaplex has been engulfed in

“Oh my gosh, you’re right!! Sorry! I just uh…..” 

She glances to the toppled over garbage bin, then back to you. Shrugging sheepishly, she lets out an embarrassed giggle

“……Got distracted?”

You huff and manage a smile, not really that upset with her eating habits, just a little concerned for her. You scratch at your face absentmindedly.

“it’s alright, just... get to the nearest charging station asap, yeah?”

She straightens up, her body rotating to face you. Her mood lifts a bit and she smiles, relieved that you aren’t reprimanding her for her strange habit. Despite that she still seems tense

“Yeah! Of course!”

She struts towards you, eyes lighting up the dark and casting a purple glow over you. Abruptly stopping herself from patting your shoulder, she frowns when realizing how much gunk is on her hands. You look up at her with a soft expression on your face.

"...hey, i'll help you clean up after my patrols if you want, okay?

Chica stays silent, lost in thought as she stares at her messy hand. Her eyes quickly dart between you and her hand for a moment. Then, catching up to the present, her eyes settle on you, and she smiles gratefully.

"...I would, really appreciate that, thank you"

You give her a small smile, and pat her clean arm wordlessly, an attempt to comfort her. It seems to lift her up, as she swiftly regains her peppy composure and remembers her current task

“Right! Charging! Sorry again, see you later, Krissy!”

she gestures a peace sign as she starts walking past you

“mhm, see ya”

You nod your head at the chicken, watching as she hurries towards what is hopefully a charging station, leaving you in the dark. But as she walks further in the distance, you see her form slouch a bit, as if in shame. It tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder if this is starting to get a little out of control, this eating problem of hers. It’s clearly taking a toll on her, you can tell, no matter how much she tries to hide behind her enthusiastic nature.

You look over at the garbage bin on its side, ultimately deciding to let a staff bot handle it. There's no way you were touching garbage without gloves, and you cringe at the thought.

As your mind wanders you turn around and continue walking to your original destination, Chica’s Bakery. Knowing the path, you turn the flashlight off, keeping it in your hold just in case. You quite enjoy the darkness, along with the bright colors of the neon lights on the ceilings and walls, it's very peaceful. Lost in your thoughts as you continue making your way towards the bakery, only the muffled sound of your footsteps can be heard in the quiet empty pizzaplex.

That and the faint sound of bells.

You immediately freeze right outside the shutter doors, hair standing on edge at the noise. Your ears strain to listen for anything else as you stand completely still. The darkness around you is slowly lit with a red hue, and right behind you, you hear the sounds of something…mechanical.

You spin around and, not expecting Moons face to be inches from yours, you jump and flail backwards, cursing. You lose hold of your flashlight and it thuds on the carpet. How you didn’t feel him so close to you, you had no clue. His body is slouched low to the ground as he snickers at you. Your face feels warm, embarrassed by your reaction

“c'mon moon! the hell?”

You glare at him and ball your hands into fists at your sides, only slightly irritated at his amusement

His chuckling slows and quiets to a stop and he tilts his head, the action causing a creaking sound as he looks at you. god you gotta fix that.

“taking my job?”

His voice filled with mirth, and maybe a bit of mock irritation too. 

You lean over to grab your flashlight off the floor, keeping your eyes on him. Standing up straight attempting to regain your composure, you fail to process what he said

“huh?”

“Chica.”

He says plainly, casually taking a step towards you, still slouched. You don't understand where he's going with this, as he's purposely acting mysterious

“oh”

you say dumbly

“right, she was uh, just kinda there so i….sent her on her way?”

You shrugged awkwardly, thumb fidgeting with the grooves on the flashlight. You can't really tell if he's taking this conversation seriously or not.

Glowing red eyes seem to brighten as he stares at you, his body rigid as he shakes his head creepily.

“didn’t do it correctly.”

You squint at him, tilting your head in confusion.

“…didn’t-…..what do you mean?”

He glares, abruptly walking towards you, and you manage not to flinch. Yet your grip on the flashlight tightens.

“didn’t escort her to a charging station.”

He starts slowly circling around you, like a predator, keeping his gaze locked on you. You turn towards him, making sure to keep your eyes on him. You're really not in the mood for what you think he's planning.

“didn’t make sure she actually got to one.”

His hands twitch a bit, and you glance at them for a brief moment, trying to figure out if he's actually upset or not.

“well, isn’t that your job?”

you instantly regret the quick retort, mentally yelling at yourself for saying it ruder than you meant. wow! way to de-escalate the situation!

Moon stops walking, and just stares at you, alarmingly still. All you can do is look back into his red eyes as you attempt to control your breathing and keep your face emotionless.

Another moment goes by of staring at each other, then a reedy giggle bursts out of his voice box with a glitch. He covers his mouth with a hand -as if that would muffle it- and grips his stomach, his body shaking as if he’s actually laughing. You just stare at him as he laughs at you, wondering what's so funny.

He finally stops laughing and lets out a quiet sigh, mimicking wiping a tear from his eye while holding a hand to his chest. His faceplate quickly tilts toward you.

He lifts his hand, and calmly motions for you to come closer, holding it out as if he wants you to take it.

“c'mere.” 

You grip your flashlight to your chest with both hands, confused at the quick change, not fully trusting his intentions. You purse your lips and squint your eyes at him suspiciously.

“….why?”

He slowly moves a bit closer, crouching to your eye level, trying to appear less intimidating.

“come on...” 

His voice is softer, as if he genuinely means no harm. It could still be a trick though, you've fallen for this before. Stretching his arm towards you he motions again for you to take his hand.

You look down at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand, and think for a moment. You trust him, right?

You let out a sigh through your nose and cautiously lift your right hand.

Moon quickly shakes his head and waves his hand, and you ignore the fact that it slightly startled you. He then points to your left hand, the one that has the fazwatch on it. oh.

He holds out his hand again, and -after switching your hold of the flashlight to your right to make sure he doesn't take it- you carefully place your left hand on his, watching him to see if he'll try anything.

Smoothly shifting closer to you, he gently grabs your arm and gets up into your personal space. He brings your wrist and fazwatch close to his face, and starts fiddling with it. You relax a bit, relieved that he was just messing with you before.

Curious, you try to see what he’s doing as he taps his fingers on the screen, but his huge faceplate is blocking your view

“….what’re you…?”

“shhh...”

He quickly shushes you, faceplate spinning once, and the bell on the end of his hat hits your chest.

"hey!"

You scoff, feigning annoyance, despite it not hurting that much.

Moon hisses in response.

He stops tapping and stares at the screen for a second, then guides your arm up to your face with both hands so you could see what’s on the fazwatch. You wince at the bright screen, your eyes adjusted to the dark. Oh, it’s the useless map of the building you stopped using weeks ago, with...dots on it. Four to be exact, one red, one purple, one green, and one pink. The pink one was further away from the rest, not moving.

You quickly put together that these were the glamrocks in their green rooms, all charging. Except for Chica, who was still loitering in the atrium…ugh.

Moon points to the pink dot, his finger getting too close to your eyes for comfort.

“Chica.”

You bring your arm down to look at him, simultaneously getting his hand further away from your face.

“yea, she’s still not in a charging station...”

You sigh and look at the ceiling, dragging your right hand down the side of your face tiredly. You really were a babysitter to these four. At least now you'll always be able to see their locations on your fazwatch, that's helpful.

You realize Moon still has a hold on your arm as his hands start curling around it, and he gently tugs you closer, getting your attention back on him.

“come with me.”

You look at him for a moment, then turn your head toward the shutter door that separates you from the bakery. You had your own personal reasons for going there besides having to patrol…but...

One of his hands moves from your arm to your other shoulder and he pulls you even closer. He stand a little taller, so that his face is right in front of yours

“could be funny...”

You lift your eyebrows in interest, eyes darting to him for a second but you keep facing towards the shutter. Hmmm, knowing Moon, it could be funny…

“help me do my job?”

He requests, calling back your previous statement. Man he really wants you to come with him, huh?

“…hmmmmmmmmm....”

You draw out a long hum, and turn towards him somewhat, still not looking at him. You wait for whatever he’ll do to try and convince you to go with him.

Moon's hands squeeze you, he tilts his head to the side, and your eyes are immediately drawn to him.

“pretty please?”

ah shit, you can't say no to that

“....hmmmmmmm okaaay…”

You huff, reluctantly agreeing to accompany him.

You hear a mechanical rumbling noise coming from his chest, and he straightens his posture, looking pleased. His hand engulfs yours as he quickly grabs it, clearly thrilled to be able to spend time with you.

You roll your eyes and fail to hide a smile as he happily drags you through the dark building, away from Chica's Bakery.

#throwing this out into the world #i refuse to keep rereading this after doing so for 3 hours #glamrock chica #fnaf glamrock chica #fnaf moon #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon x reader #moon x self insert #fnaf moondrop #moon fnaf #fnaf self insert #fnaf sb #fnaf drabble #kirbswriting

[simplydannie]

I had in mind a series of one-shots detailing the lives of Velvet and Veneer before we met them as pop stars. They’ll be out of sequence but they all share the same idea.

All we know about their parents is that the were denists…. “Were” that’s about it. What happened that left the siblings alone, spiraling down a dark, dark path.

Floyd still had to get used to the twist and turns of the Rageous highways, even if he had been among them for three years now.

He sat on Veneers shoulder in the back seat. Floyd glances between both the twins… time flew, today, they went out to celebrate their 16th birthday…. He can’t believe he had met them when they were only 13.

Their parents sat in the front, listening and smiling as their son was blabbering away how cool the theme park was and how Floyd would love it.

“Bro, the more you talk about it, the less and less excited Floyd is going to be!” Velvet rolled her eyes, dropping her head against the seat in annoyance.

“Really? Oh my gosh, did I just over kill?” Veneer looked at Floyd wide-eyed and concerned.

“Naw. I’m still excited. It’s something I really haven’t seen.” Floyd smiled.

“When can we visit where youre from? Ohhh I would love to see more trolls!” Veneer squealed in delight.

“Not a good idea. Clumsy, Bigfoot here would probably squish your entire village…. By accident of course, but squish… flat!” She smirked at Veneer.

“I would not!!! I’d be careful!” Veneer protested.

“You almost squished Floyd that one time!!” Velvet declared. Floyd had to nod agreement. Veneer crossed his arms and pouted his lips…. His definition of being upset which was actually adorable.

“Joy killer.” He mumbled.

“Troll squasher.” Velvet replied.

“Trash can!” Veneer retorted.

“Garbage dump!” Velvet came back.

“Alright calm down! Sorry, you have to be in the middle of all of this Floyd.” The twins mother turned and smiled at the little Troll, a beautiful Rageoun with purple stringy hair and skin. Floyd smiled and waved it off…. He grew to love the twins as much as their parents did.

“Almost there guys!” Their father exclaimed, a handsome fellow with pale skin and green hair like his children………

SCREECH! CRASH!

Everything happened so fast. The only thing Floyd recalled at that moment was Veneer engulfing him in his hands while throwing himself on top of his sister, trying to protect them both. He remembered the screams and cries… the car rolled over and over…. Glass flying everywhere. At one point Veneer lost grip of Floyd and the tiny Troll went flying through the window.

“Floyd!!” He heard Veneer scream….. He didn’t go far. The small Troll layed unconscious for a moment. He finally got up…. He saw the wreckage.

“No. No. No.” Floyd murmured as he ran to the car…. It lay upside down…. No screams, no sounds coming from it.

“Guys! Guys!! “ Floyd called out as he neared the car….. he paused…. Seeing the blood trail from the car… he was afraid to get any closer…. He was afraid of what he would see..

“Someone! Please! Help them!” He cried out…

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

All that was heard was the sound of the twins heart monitors in the hospital. Floyd sat on the drawer in between both siblings…. They made it… they were hurt, but they were alive…. Velvet was the first to wake up.

“My….. head…” she said…..BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Her heart monitor clicked faster as her heart sped up… why was she in the hospital? Frantically she began to get up.

“Vels. Vels! It’s okay I’m here.” Floyd called out to her. Her heart rate slowed down as she layed eyes on the little Troll… but that only lasted a moment until she saw her brother.

“Oh my god! Why is he here too? Veneer? Is he okay? Floyd what happened?!” Velvet pleaded. Veneer let out a slight moan. He lay in bed but opened his eyes, to tired, to weak to sit up.

“We were in an accident….” Tears began to fill Floyd’s eyes looking at both the siblings.

“Are you okay?” Velvet asked. Floyd nodded, a couple of scratches and bruises, but he was fine.

“Guys…I… I don’t how to say…but..” Floyd began to say.

“Mom and dad. Where’s mom and dad? Are they okay?” Veneer asked turning his head to Floyd. The small Troll couldn’t help it… tears began falling down his face, small sobs escaping his mouth..

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” Floyd cried…. He didn’t need to say more…. Veneer turned to his side, facing away from them… his shoulders shuddering as he began to cry…. Velvet was in shock. She stared straight at her hands… her body began to tremble… Floyd walked over placing his small hands on her thumb.

“…… but…. They cant….. it’s our birthday…..” Velvet broke down in tears..

#velvet and veneer #velvet #veneer #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls veneer #velvet trolls #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer trolls #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #angst #trolls angst #au

[taytak3syou]

valentine’s gifts💕

★ Atsumu, Iwazumi, Makki, Noya, Sakusa, Bokuto, Kenma

★ fluff content, lowercase intended, modern au, gn!reader

Really late valentines special😭

﹟ATSUMU

got you a teddy bear bigger than you😭

you were shocked when you saw how it wasn’t reaching the ceiling.

it was big and fluffy and he told you that you could cuddle it when he went away for games

you told him it’s 10x bigger than him and that it wouldn’t feel the same, but you still cuddle with it while he’s gone

“atsu! this thing is bigger than you and me combined” you said as you were holding the bear. it was heavier than you expected so you were trying not to fall over. “but it’s so you can cuddle it while i’m away my love” he said and you couldn’t help but smile.

﹟IWAZUMI

js a chocolate and a card

he was never that big at saying his feelings, but much better at writing them.

therefore, he poured his heart and soul out into the card and hopped you’d love it.

he also got your favorite chocolate

(if you don’t/can’t eat chocolate, js imagine candy and if you can’t/don’t eat that, js imagine ur favorite snack)

he was away at work but he came back on valentine’s day. it was around 8 and even though he said he’d be back by 5 you thought he wouldn’t so u thought you’d js spend it alone this year. around 10 you got into bed and called him only to hear buzzing in the hallway. you walked out and saw a bunch of roses leading down the steps and a smile spread across your face. you ran down and saw him standing with a box of chocolates and a little card. you ran up to him and hugged him and he picked you up and shoved his head into your neck.

﹟MAKKI

lowkey forgot☠️

he only remembered 3 days before valentines because of something mattsun had said

he got you earrings and a shirt you had wanted

turns out you already got the shirt and he was upset that you beat him to it

you told him it was okay and that you love the shirt so much that now you can wear it twice

“makki, baby it’s okay!” you said as you held the bag with the shirt in it. “no it’s not! i fucked it up, if only i got it earlier, ugh” he said and you smiled and kissed his cheek “it’s the thought that counts babe” you explained and he mumbled a ‘yeah whatever’ and started to kissed your neck, making you giggle

﹟NOYA

forgot too😭

since he took you out the country with him, he decided you two could have dinner at some restaurant.

you two did and had a great time

it was all good until you two got back to your hotel room and you couldn’t stop throwing up

you soon found out you got food poisoning from the food at the restaurant

“and then i said that tanaka should do it and ennoshita was like nono don’t do that but tanaka still did- hey you look sick are you okay..?” noya asked and you held your stomach and groaned “no.. i don’t feel good..” you explained and before noya could open the door, your cheeks puffed up as they filled with throw up. you quickly banged on the door and he opened it as fast as he could. you ran to the bathroom and continued throwing up that night. noya only sat next to you, patting/rubbing your back while apologizing.

﹟SAKUSA

took you out to a date at a nice restaurant and proposed

you two were eating dinner and he got on his knee and asked you to marry him

you obviously said yes and you both called it the best valentines ever

“oh my gosh you should’ve seen it! then hinata went- why are you on the ground…?” you asked as sakusa kneeled down on his knee. you assumed he dropped one of his utensils so you looked on the floor and he tiled your head up and he was holding a small box. “y/n, i love you so much, i have since highschool and i don’t ever think i’ll stop loving you. so, i wanted to ask..” he opened the box and your eyes teared up. “will you marry me? to make sure we’re together and in love forever?” your eyes lit up, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.“yes! yes i love you so much sakusa!” you shouted and he smiled and took out your hand and slid on the ring and kissed the ring and then stood up and kissed you.

﹟BOKUTO

got you a teddy bear and took you on a date

it was pretty simple but bokuto made it cute

he got you your favorite dinner and treated you like an absolute princess

he ran you a bath, got rose petals, made your favorite dinner, everything.

“bokuto, you don’t have to get me a bath! i could’ve done it” you said as the large man carried you to the bathroom. “i know but i need to do this for you” he said and you smiled and kissed his cheek. “you don’t have too. i appreciate it though bokuto” you said with a small smile

﹟KENMA

Got you a bunch of clothes you wanted

he basically got your entire pinterest board of clothes

pants, shorts, jeans, cargo, crops, long sleeve, absolutely everything you had been wanting for the past few months

some of the things you didn’t even talk to him about but he somehow still got them

“kenma! you must’ve spent a fortune! oh my god these pants are like 80 dollars?!” you said as you pulled a pair of pants out a bag. kenma was sitting next to you, a small smile on his face “it wasn’t that much. do you like it?” he asked and you nodded and hugged him tightly, saying thankyou in his ear about a million times.

#atsumu miya #miya astumu #atsumu x reader #hajime iwaizumi #iwazumi hajime #iwazumi x reader #hanamaki takahiro #takahiro hanamaki #makki x reader #nishinoya yū #yu nishinoya #noya x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #bokuto koutaro #kotaro bokuto #bokuto x reader #kuzome kenma #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu #valentine #valentiesday #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu

[asherloki]

The early present

Sherlock x reader

Fluff!

Part 1 of the Christmas story series. Part 2!

"oh" I said with utter disgust, "another article on you" I turned the page to my husband so he can see it too, yet he didn't, he was drowned in his microscope, "Sherlock Holmes was seen at Sussex the other day" I read "at night, what is he upto? does his wife know about it?" The media has always been a struggle since I was seen with Sherlock. I have read many headlines about me 'Mr Holmes walking with a common girl?', 'The detective liked someone who's rather dumb compared to him?' and those hurted me like hell, yet my man is there, always, to kiss my forehead and say, "their words shouldn't ever affect you".

I kept the newspaper aside and both him and I rolled our eyes, "next time tell them you're buying a house there, with bees" I said rather sternly.

He's always wanted a house and to keep bees after his retirement, and that's why he went there to look for a good place. I don't doubt my husband because the hezy picture of him here shows he's holding his phone camera to his face, and he was video calling me at that moment.

"they don't have to know everything and besides, they have no right to know about me buying a house or a mansion or even a hut" he replied not lifting his head from his beloved microscope.

"still" I said and out of the blue I felt a little... gloomy. Not really out of the blue, the articles are enough.

"what's wrong?" he asked this time, looking at me with concern.

"I trust you honey" I answered, "but these news... they upsets me".

He didn't say anything, just stared at me for a few seconds and then he inhaled a deep breath and said "how about we go Christmas shopping" he got up leaving the microscope and stuffs as it is putting off his dressing gown.

"like now?" I asked, mostly trying to tell him 'I am not neatly dressed, but he never cared.

"yes now, come on get up" he wore his coat and urged me to wear mine too. I wore my coat which basically covered my tshirt, and my pants were just fine.

We went out and walked aimlessly, I didn't ask him where are we going for shopping or anything, I like our sweet silence, both him and I aren't fond of much crowd, so we liked this late hours shopping, when only a few shops were open.

"what are we getting for Rosie?" he enquired, breaking the silence.

"colours? I saw some of her colors were almost done" I replied, her set of oil pastels needed an immediate alternative.

"okay let's get into this shop then" we got into a stationary shop, and started looking for the best colors. We searched every section for the biggest set of colours, Sherlock only prefers the best for Rosie.

After getting the bestest set of oil pastels we went to the counter. Standing in the small queue I looked outside, "snow" I whispered to Sherlock, it was snowing a bit outside. Sherlock indicated me that I can go and watch the snow fall, while he stands and buys it. So I did, I stood at the doorway, leaving enough space for people to come and go and watched the snow.

"well" my husband's voice was heard coming towards me, "looks like we may need an umbrella" as he stood beside me.

"hmmm, and we forgot to carry one" I said then turned to him, he smiled in return before giving me a paperbag with something heavy in it.

"for you" he said while handing it to me.

"what's this?" I took it and to my surprise he bought me the most beautiful and professional set of paint brushes and colors, "oh my love, this - oh gosh!" I knew not what to say, thanks would be an understatement, "you didn't have to spent so much on me".

He rolled his eyes at this, saying, "I think I'm your husband, so why can't I?" well he's right, "you were upset, paints will lift your mood".

He remembered it didn't he. I nodded, admiring the gifts, " my world is rather small Sherlock, so the articles hurts me".

"I know" he said, "you know better to believe the article anyway" he winked , he winked just like the time when we were dating.

"awww" we were startled at the sound, everyone from the store said "aww" together, we looked at them, confused.

"you two have to kiss" they said, looking up we realised we stood under a mistletoe. I stared at Sherlock with a smile and so did he,

"may I my wife?" he asked.

"absolutely my husband" with mutual agreement our lips found eachother's, I always get on ny toes to kiss my tall man, his hand cupped my face as we kissed for a minute while the small amount of people stared at us. After pulling away we smiled at them.

"let's get going?" I enquired.

"yes, otherwise we'll have to buy an umbrella too" he replied and we paced fast to our flat, with colors we got. 23rd December, winter and Christmas eve the next day, enough to make the world joyous.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

[love-wiiidow]

Beautiful Girl - Charles Leclerc x Bianchi!OC

warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, death, depression, smut, age gap (charles is 26, coco is 22)

summary: when corinne bianchi loses her older brother, the only person she can count on is charles. until she can’t.

authours note: get ready for the heartbreaking stuff guys. im also so sorry for not updating in months oh my gosh

previous—next

my charles playlist—here

As the years went by, so did Charles’ relationship with Coco.

Coco and Arthur were now almost 11 years old, and Charles was almost 14.

Every weekend, the Leclercs and Bianchis would meet up for a dinner, and this weekend it was at the Bianchi house.

Charles and Coco were tasked with washing the dishes as Arthur and Lorenzo were tasked with cleaning up the living room from their fun night of board games.

For the last couple of weekends, Jules wasn’t able to attend.

The atmosphere between Coco and Charles had quickly gone sour.

“Charles, can you pass me that plate?” Coco politely asked, his head not even turning to look at her as he passed her the plate.

Coco frowned, unsure of why Charles had been acting this way.

Over the last few years, Coco had began to grow a small crush on Charles.

She realized just how attractive he was becoming, and since she was a young girl she wasn’t very good at hiding it.

It also didn’t help that Charles didn’t want to “hang out with little kids” anymore, distancing himself from Coco even more.

“Une autre éponge, s’il te plaît another sponge, please?” Coco asked, and once again Charles handed her a sponge without even sparing a glance.

She was silent the rest of the time they were washing dishes, trying to figure out what she did wrong.

She let him take all of her property in Monopoly, she purposefully messed up in Just Dance so that he could win, she also sacrificed her pawns in Sorry so that he would win.

She didn’t understand what she did wrong.

When they were done, they needed to dry off their hands, but there was only one towel.

“Charles-“ Coco began to say, but was cut off by the teenager snatching the towel out from under her.

She frowned once again and dried her hands on her red shirt.

A shirt Charles had gotten her for her birthday just last year.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she got.

She walked back into the living room before Charles did, and Arthur and Lorenzo could tell something was up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Lorenzo asked his goddaughter, seeing the solemn look on her face.

“Rien nothing.” She shrugged, sitting down at the dining table and playing with the spare napkins.

Their parents were out on the back patio, leaving the children all alone in the house.

Coco knew that if Jules were here he wouldn’t have let that slide.

Arthur looked onto his best friend sitting at the table, not sure how to cheer her up.

It would help a lot more if he knew what was making her so sad in the first place.

Charles walked into the living room a couple of minutes after her, seeing her sat at the table.

“Savez-vous ce qui se passe avec Coco do you know what’s up with Coco?” Lorenzo asked his younger brother, and Charles just shrugged.

The three brothers flopped down on the couch as Coco got up from the table and made her way out to the back patio.

“Salut, ma chérie hello, my dear.” Her mother smiled up at the girl from her spot in a chair, immediately seeing the look on her daughters face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Can I have your phone?” She sniffed, fighting tears. “Can I call Jules?”

“He might be busy, Coco.” Christine frowned up at her.

“Maman, please.” She sniffed.

“Okay, okay.” She said, pulling out her phone and pulling up Jules’ contact.

Coco rushed back into the house and practically slammed the sliding door, making the Leclerc boys look back at her as she ran up the stairs to her room.

As soon as she got into her room, the tears started to fall.

She hit the call button and waited for Jules to pick up.

It was early in the morning where Jules was, but he knew that if his mother was calling it either concerned his little sister or she just wanted to talk to him.

“Salut, maman hello, mom.” Jules said into the phone.

“Jules.” Coco sniffed into the phone.

“Mon ange my Angel, what’s the matter?” Jules said, sitting up in his hotel bed.

Coco was contemplating telling her brother what had really happened.

She didn’t want to worry him on a race weekend, but she also felt like he was the only person she could tell this to.

She decided against it.

“Just needed to talk to you.” She sniffed. “Can you sing me goodnight?”

“Of course I can, Coco.” He smiled through the phone.

“Wait, hold on.”

The young girl quickly jumped out of her bed and changed into pajamas, hopping into her bed when she was finished.

“Ready now?” Jules chuckled.

“Ready.” She said, pretending that it was him who was tucking her in.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your brothers here.” Jules softly sang through the phone, the tears still falling from Coco’s face. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, girl.”

“Thank you, Jules.” She sniffled.

“Goodnight, Coco.” He smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Coco hung up the phone and placed it on her nightstand, not even bothering to say goodnight or goodbye to the Leclercs.

After they had left, her parents came into her room to check on her and found her sound asleep and cuddled into bed.

Her Ferrari bear hugged tight to her chest.

About 2 weeks later and Jules was finally home.

The season had ended for him, and he was back in Nice to see his family again.

This weekend the dinner was being held at the Leclercs house.

Jules could sense something was up with Coco the moment they walked into the house.

Usually she goes in a line when she greets the Leclercs.

Charles, Lorenzo, Arthur.

This time she brushed right past Charles and embraced her godfather into a hug, smiling widely as she looked up at Lorenzo.

Charles didn’t seem phased by this, walking up to Jules and giving him a hug.

Of course Jules hugged him back, but watched intently as Coco brought Arthur into a hug.

“It’s almost our birthday, Arthur!” Coco smiled. “Are you excited to turn 11?”

“Of course.” He smiled. “What theme is our party this year?”

Coco and Arthur had been attached at the hip since the moment they were born.

They did everything together.

Raced together, went to school together, celebrated their birthday with the same party, everything.

For the last 8 or so years the theme of their birthday parties was either racing in general, or Ferrari.

Every art class the two children would draw F1 cars and put their numbers on them.

From the moment Coco had been racing, she had always been number 14.

It was the day she was born, and the closest number to 17 and 16.

Jules’ number and Charles’ number.

Arthur had always been number 15.

Right in between 14 and 16.

“Ferrari?” She smiled at him, and he nodded. “Jules is getting very close to an F1 seat, you know.”

“I know.” Arthur said as he led the girl into his living room.

The “twins” chatted as the three older children stood in the kitchen with their mothers, wanting to help but being shooed away by the women.

They made their way into the living room, only to see Arthur and Coco with a giant piece of paper sat out in front of them.

“What themes the party this year?” Jules asked as he flopped down in the arm chair across from the couch.

“Ferrari.” Coco smiled. “Since you’re about to get a seat!”

“You’re about to get a Ferrari seat?” Charles said, his eyes widening.

“Yeah he-“ Coco began to answer his question, until he shot her a look.

“I asked Jules.” He said, and she quickly closed her mouth.

Jules took notice of this, but didn’t say any thing.

“Ouais, nous négocions pour un siège yeah, we’re negotiating for a seat.” Jules said as he looked up at his godson. “Hopefully next year.”

“That’s great, Jules!” Lorenzo smiled.

“You’re gonna try and get number 17, right?” Coco smiled up at her brother.

“Bien sûr, Coco of course, coco.” Jules smiled.

“Of course.” She smiled, looking back down at her and Arthur’s birthday plan.

#charles leclerc #jules bianchi #max verstappen #racing #80s #arthur leclerc #female #formula one #formula 1 #lando norris #kimi räikkönen #kimi raikkonen #ferrari #sports #tifosi

[midnightstar-90]

Hi! Can you do a part 2 of Dave Lizewski with Valerie? Thanks so much!

My Hero

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Part 1

Dave Lizewski x OC

Summary: It’s Valerie’s first month at her new school, and it’s time for the Club Fair.

Warnings: Douchebaggery (Not Dave), a little bit of language

It’s been a month since Valerie started at Millard Fillmore High School, and everything was going well. She was passing all her classes, with help from Dave. How could anyone forget the boy she’s loved from day one. You would never find Dave and Valerie away from each other unless you were in a class where the two weren’t together. Any other time Dave would walk the girl to class, pick her up from class, walk her home, pick her up for school, and not to mention the hour-long conversations the two would have.

On their one-month anniversary, the two walked into school with their arms locked together. Todd and Marty followed behind like they did every day. They talked independently, while Valerie and Dave held their own conversation.

“So, I was thinking- if you’re free tonight- what do you think about me, you, and a nice moonlight dinner,” Dave said to his girlfriend.

Valerie mischievously smirked at the boy, “That depends. What’s the dinner?”

“I thought your mom could supply us with some leftover pasta from the other night. Man, that was delicious,” Dave laughed.

Valerie looked at Dave with a disgusted face. “Really?!” She asked the boy.

“No! We can have whatever you want to eat,” Dave responded.

“Italian?”

“Whatever you want.”

The blond pumped her fist in the air and enthusiastically said, “Yesssss!”

The group walked into the school to find the halls decorated with flyers and banners. Valerie ran up to the wall and snatched a flyer. It read:

"Oh my gosh! Dave! We should definitely go!" Valerie said, showing Dave the flyer.

Dave moved around the girl with an unsatisfied face. "Yeah, clubs aren't really my thing," He said, continuing down the hall.

Valerie ran up to the boy. "Well, why not?" She asked, following closely behind. Marty and Todd followed behind the two, watching the love between the two alter.

"Because the clubs attending this fair have to be approved by the class president. And the class president is none other than Jacob Presley," Dave said.

The group stopped off at Valerie's locker. She turned her lock to match her code and opened the small storage area. "Come. On. You can't be serious. A football player is picking the clubs that will represent the Club Fair, and that's why you won't go?" Dave nodded. "You do see how dumb you're sounding right now?" She asked.

"I'm not being dumb. If I wanted to learn about sports, I would talk to my dad," Dave said.

"I don't know Dave... I'm kinda with Valerie on this one," Todd agrees.

"Yeah. Like- don't you still need permission from the Assistant Principal as a final vote?" Marty asked.

Valerie looked at her boyfriend with a smug look. She shrugged and said, "See? What did I say?" She closed her locker, and as her back was turned, Dave glared at his friends for siding with Valerie. Marty and Todd backed up with their arms up in surrender.

"I don't know, Val-"

"We're going, and that is final!" Valerie said, storming off to class.

"Damn, you just got shut down!" Marty yelled in Dave's ear as he jumped on his back.

Dave just stood in his spot, sadly staring at the girl as she angrily walked off. He was upset because he made Valerie, but the other side of him couldn't get the thought of her angrily walking off on repeat, out of his head. It was just so sexy for him to watch, and turned him on.

"Hey, Dave?" Todd started. Dave didn't answer. "With your nerve endings being all messed up. If you and Valerie were to- you know- get together, would you be able to feel it?" Todd's question immediately pulled him out of his trance. Dave slapped his friend upside the head and left.

"Ow!" Todd said, rubbing his head. He looked at Marty, "Was it something I said?"

Marty shook his head and left his friend standing there, in the middle of the hall. Todd watched his friend walk away with his arms up in confusion. His arms slammed back to his side before he groaned and caught up with his friend.

Dave was angry. He was currently standing in the South Gym of his school, looking at dozens of tables that represented different clubs. Valerie had forced him to dress nicely for the occasion. If she was going to join a club, she had to make a good impression.

"Did I really have to wear a grey polo shirt with a black blazer jacket and jeans? I look ridiculous!" Dave complained.

Valerie readjusted his shirt collar. "It's called business casual. We need to make a good impression if we want to be a part of these groups," Valerie told the boy.

"Valerie. This is a high school club fair, not a college admissions interview," Dave stated.

"One of these clubs could possibly prepare us for college. Now, fix your face, and let's get into it," Valerie said the last part through her teeth. Dave gave her a fake smile before walking off. Valerie rolled her eyes at the boy and went to follow him.

"Oooh. Look, Dave! We could join the Culinary Club."

"Mmm," Dave said, looking off into the distance and making it seem like he was paying attention. To be honest, Dave checked out 3 clubs ago. Valerie was so persistent about them joining a club together, but there was nothing that really interested the boy.

"Oops!" A voice called out, right as a pen landed next to Valerie's foot. The couple turned to find Jacob Presley standing behind a table, while his friends stood behind him, snickering and whispering. Dave eyed the group warily.

"Could you grab that for me, sweetheart?" Jacob asked Valerie.

Jacob's friends snickered as Valerie responded with a "Sure thing." Dave turned to find his girlfriend bent over, picking up Jacob's pen. Her plaid skirt slowly scrunched up. Seeing what was going on, Dave turned toward Jacob and his friends.

"You're a dick, Jacob," Dave said to Jacob, angrily.

"Oh, yeah, how is that nerd," Jacob said, walking from behind his table and towards Dave.

"Dropping your pen so you could see up girl's skirts. How many girls have you tried that on, today?"

"You should mind you're business before you start something you don't want to start."

"Like you looking up my girlfriend's skirt, you perv?" Dave said through his teeth.

"Oh. The nerd has a girlfriend... and a hot one at that," Jacob rubbed his chin as he looked around Dave and checked Valerie out, head to toe.

Dave swung his arm, punching Jacob in the face. Shocked, Dave gave the boy one last look before grabbing Valerie's arm and leading her out of the school. "Yeah! You better run! And you better hope I don't see you around school, punk!" The two heard Jacob say holding his face.

Dave and Valerie run all the way to his house since it was closer. Dave pulled out his house key and opened the door. All the lights were out which meant his father was out like a light. Dave led the girl to his room.

Valerie sat on the bed in his room. She looked down at her fidgety hands. Dave was leaning against his door, out of breath from all that running.

"I'm sorry," Valerie said, as she sniffled. Dave looked over at the girl to find her face down, so he couldn't see her, but he could see the tears falling down her face.

Dave rushed over to the girl. He kneeled down so he could see her face. He rested one hand on her knee, and the other was moving the hair out of her face. Every now and then, he would touch a strand of hair that was wet from her tears. "What's there to be sorry for?" Dave asked, looking at the girl with a sad smile.

"You said you didn't trust Jacob, and I still forced you to go. We never should have gone. We should have just stayed home and eaten Italian food like we planned earlier," Valerie said, shaking her head. She looked up at the ceiling trying to bring her tears back up instead of down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before bringing her face back down.

"I said that I didn't trust his taste in clubs, which you were right. Jacob did pick some very diverse clubs, and not just sports," Dave said, making the both of them chuckle.

"Thank you for punching him by the way. He made me feel so dirty when I realized what was really going on. It made me feel like a whore."

"Don't say that about yourself. You are not a whore. And you shouldn't feel dirty. Jacob should feel dirty. I'm pretty sure any girl that went with a short skirt was pulled into Jacob's antics. I'm surprised he wasn't punched earlier," Dave tried to comfort Valerie.

"Hey. We still have time. What do you say to some Italian food and a nice long movie," Dave continued.

Valerie's face went from sad to excited in a matter of seconds. She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "Ooo! Ooo! Can we watch Lady and the Tramp? We could try and do the noodle scene! I've always wanted to do that!"

"Sure thing," Dave said, grabbing his phone to look up the Italian restaurant's number. When they answered, Dave, placed the order for both of them.

When he was done ordering, Dave, went over and picked up his laptop. He made his way over to his bed and laid down. Valerie cuddled into his side, and Dave started up the movie.

"I love you," Dave said in a very nonchalant way.

Valerie looked at the boy with wide eyes. "You've never said that before!"

"I know," Dave laughed. "I had planned to do it over our moonlit dinner before all the Club Fair stuff happened.

"Aww! I love you too, Dave Lizewski!"

The couple faced many things tonight, and it's safe to say that they both got a good happy ending.

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[starkstruck27]

Part 2 to this ficlet I posted a while ago that I loved, so I wanted to continue it and give it an even more happy ending. Also, I don't think I really need to do a TW since nothing too terrible happens in this fic, but I do make a reference to some of the stuff that happened in the first one, so just be careful if the first one got to you, okay? Much love my friends! <333

Bonnie Tassler had never imagined how good her life would turn out judging by the way it started. 22 years can change a lot, though, she supposed, and they certainly had for her.

For one, her name was no longer Bonnie Tassler. Now, it was Bonnie Kellie, having gotten married two years earlier to her boyfriend, Wade. She had been 24 at the time, and they had both been fresh out of college at the time, but even though they barely had a dime to their names, they loved each other, and they made it work. Bonnie had gone to school for culinary arts, and Wade for business management, and the two of them together moved back to Bonnie's hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, to open a small bakery in town. Now, after getting the business settled and buying a small house together, they decided they wanted to try for a baby. They had some good friends that helped run the bakery with them, and everything just seemed to be going perfectly for them.

The one thing that Bonnie was a little upset about was the fact that she hadn't seen her uncles in a long time. The last time had been on her birthday, which was almost half a year ago by now, and when you don't see someone you love for that long, you start to get a little antsy about it. Especially when the two you're yearning to see are the two men who raised you practically since you were a baby. So Bonnie was planning on giving them a call sometime soon and arranging for them to come down from their home in Indianapolis and spend a few days with her and Wade.

And she knew that planning a visit with them wasn't going to be easy. Her uncle Steve was a cop, a detective actually, in Indianapolis and was almost always busy with some case or another. He worked in the Indianapolis Special Victims Unit, and was actually close to being promoted to Sergeant of his squad, so there was always something that he had to work on that kept him busy. And her uncle Billy worked for a law firm, having gone back to school once Bonnie was a little older and gotten his law degree so he could start his practice. He was actually a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city, and he was often doing pro bono work for a lot of the victims uncle Steve helped. So, needless to say, they didn't have a lot of free time to take a vacation and come and see her.

That didn't mean they didn't want to, though. They always called her at least once every few days, and talked for as long as they could to make sure their girl was doing okay and reminding her how much they loved her. They hadn't called in a couple of days, so Bonnie was expecting one to come soon, and she was planning out her pitch to get them to take a few days off to come back home and see her, but she never got that far.

That morning, as she opened the bakery and turned from the door to write the day's specials on the chalk board behind the register, she heard the bell on the door jingle and announce the arrival of new customers.

"Welcome to Gina's Sweets, I'll be right with you," Bonnie said, dotting the 'i' in 'Lemon Drop Cookies' with a heart.

"Take your time, we're in no hurry," a voice said behind her, and Bonnie dropped her chalk. She whirled around so fast she almost got whiplash, and she barely contained a full on screech as she saw her uncles standing on the other side of the counter with huge smiles on their faces. She practically catapulted over the glass display case as she rushed forward to hug them, Wade and their two friends Caitlin and Jessie coming out of the back to see what all the commotion was about.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe this, I was just about to call and ask if you could come down for a visit!" Bonnie giggled as she squeezed them, finally pulling back and asking, "What brings you guys here so out of the blue?"

"Oh, no reason," Billy said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he grinned, "We just wanted to see our girl. We missed you, too, you know."

"I'm so glad you did! God, it feels like forever since I've seen you! Come on, I just put a pot of coffee on to brew, and you guys can have any kind of sweets you want, on the house!" Bonnie said, going behind the counter and opening the glass display case to get them some treats as Wade poured six cups of the coffee. He took his, Caitlin's and Jessie's back to the kitchen to sip on as they frosted cupcakes and decorated cookies, and left the other three for Bonnie and her uncles as they sat at one of the cafe tables, letting them have some time.

"So, what's new?" Bonnie asked as she set the coffee down in front of them, along with a Lemon Drop Cookie for Steve and a Strawberry Cheesecake Bar for Billy.

"Oh, nothing much. Work's been crazy, so we figured we should probably take a vacation to come and see our favorite girl before we went nuts," Billy said, shrugging, but Bonnie could tell there was more from the way he smiling. She decided not to press it, though she was practically shaking with curiosity as he bit into his cheesecake bar. "Oh my God, junebug, this is fantastic!"

"I know! I'm already half done with this cookie, it's amazing! You've got a real gift," Steve said, swallowing down a mouthful.

"Oh, stop. You two were the ones who always let me experiment in the kitchen when I was growing up, I wouldn't be here without having done that, so," she shrugged, her face growing warm as they continued to praise her baking skills.

"Yeah, I remember those days. You were always making some kind of sweet treat and trying to fatten the two of us up," Billy teased, taking a sip of his coffee. "You were a cute kid."

"You sure were," Steve agreed, finishing his cookie and wiping the powdered sugar from his mustache as he chuckled, "Do you remember when you were ten, and you insisted on making cookies for the station's christmas party? Chief Hopper cursed me up and down that day for letting you, saying he was supposed to be on a diet and eating half of them was not helping."

"Well, he must've quit worrying about it after he retired. He still comes in at least four times a week for some treat or another," Bonnie laughed, sipping her coffee.

"That old bastard, how's he been?" Steve asked, his smile wide as they continued to catch up. They talked about anything and everything, about new business and old business, reminiscing even as customers started coming in through the doors. There weren't many yet, the breakfast rush wouldn't start for another twenty minutes or so, but Bonnie did have to get back to work soon.

"Man, I know you've got to get back to work, but I still can't believe it. You're so grown up now, it seems like just yesterday you were a little girl," Steve said, downing the last of his coffee as he and Billy shared a look. Billy nodded, and Steve continued with a chuckle, "Do you remember when you were... I think you four or five, and it was just after I moved in with you guys, and you asked if you could be the flower girl at our wedding? I was so shocked, we had just started getting serious enough to think about that, and even if so, we couldn't have done it at the time, but you were so excited about it..."

Steve had let himself trail off after emphasizing the last few words, and as soon as he gave Billy that same sly smile from earlier and gripped his hand on top of the table, Bonnie saw it. A shiny gold ring on Steve's left ring finger, with three little diamonds embedded in it, Her mind flashed to an article she'd seen on the news the other day, saying that LGBT marriage had just been legalized throughout the United States, and it all clicked into place. She screamed even louder than she had earlier that morning and jumped out of her seat, her face taken over with the biggest smile she had probably ever had on her face.

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God!!" She shouted, launching herself at the two again and hugging them as she peppered kisses all over their faces. "I can't believe this! I'm so fucking happy for you!"

"Hey now, watch the language!" Steve teased, but he was grinning too, just like Billy.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so excited! I would love to be your flower girl, and I'll even help you plan and stuff, too! I'll make the food and the cake, of course, and I'm sure Wade and Jessie and Caitlin would all love to help, too," Bonnie already started planning, making Billy laugh a little at her enthusiasm.

"Well, hang on, there's no need to do all that. It's only gonna be a small thing for friends and family, nothing too fancy. You don't need to go through all that trouble," he said, holding up his hands.

"But what if I want to? You wouldn't really deny me that privilege, would you Uncle Billy?" She asked, already knowing she had won. They couldn't say no to her when she had that smile on her face.

"Why don't we table this discussion for now and hash out the details later over dinner? We still have some people to see and you've got a bakery to run, little lady." Steve interjected, and they all seemed satisfied with that.

"Okay, that sounds good. Now, here," Bonnie said, digging in her pocket for her spare keys. "You two go get settled at my place and I'll see you when we get home, okay?"

"Oh, Bon-bon, we don't want to put you out-" Steve said, trying to refuse, but Bonnie could be even more stubborn than he was sometimes, and she leveled him with a glare.

"It's no trouble at all, besides, I wouldn't dream of you staying at a hotel when I haven't seen you in so long. Nope, it's settled, you'll stay with us and that's final." She said, shoving the keys into their hands before they could protest again. They sighed, but they took the keys, and after a few more hugs and kisses and shouted goodbyes to the other three back in the kitchen, Billy and Steve left.

That evening, after talking more about the wedding over the fantastic dinner Bonnie made for them, Billy and Wade went to relax in the living room and watch a ball game while Bonnie and Steve cleaned up. Bonnie had told him he should go relax as well, but Steve insisted, and she finally relented. After all, she wanted to talk to him, so she was glad to get a moment alone with him.

"You got something on your mind, Bon-bon?" Steve asked as he pushed up his sleeves and grabbed a sponge.

"Yeah actually," she said, smiling still as she readied a dish towel in her hands. "I know it's kind of late to be giving you a shovel talk, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and Uncle Billy more than anything, and you better treat him as good as you always have, even after you're hitched. I've always looked up to both of you my whole life, and if you ever did something to hurt him, I would literally kill you. And same goes for him, if he ever did anything to hurt you, I'd kill him too, because I don't know what I'd do without either of you."

"Oh, Bonnie," Steve tried to interrupt, but Bonnie stopped him.

"Wait, let me finish," she said, putting down her towel and the plate she was drying so she could turn to look him right in the eye. "I mean what I'm saying here. I thank my lucky stars every day that you two were there to save me from my dad when I was younger. He was an awful man, but the two of you kept me safe and I've always understood that, even if I didn't understand much else of what was happening. And I can't thank you enough for raising me by yourselves instead of just letting me go into the foster care system and forgetting about me. I know it wasn't easy for a long, long time, but you stuck through it, with me and with each other, and you never once let me feel like I wasn't loved. And as far as I know, you never let each other feel unloved, either, and I can't tell you how happy that made me and still makes me. I'm so happy for you, both of you, and I just wanted to remind you of that."

When Bonnie was finished, Steve was almost crying into the dishwater, and he removed his hands from the suds to throw them around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly.

"We love you too, Bonnie, so much. And you just remember that we will always love you, no matter what, and we'll always be here to keep you safe, forever and always, you understand me?" Steve replied, kissing her head as she nodded and just holding her for a few minutes, swaying back and forth as they both tried to get their emotions under control. They finally did, and after laughing a little at themselves as they wiped away some tears, they went back to chatting idly as they did the dishes.

Once they were done, they joined Wade and Billy out in the living room, having to laugh as they both got hyped up over a baseball game. It was the LA Angels vs. the Baltimore Orioles, and while Billy was rooting for LA, Wade was cheering on the O's. Bonnie and Steve had to laugh as the two got more and more competitive over it, as if they were actually playing for the teams themselves, and when the game finally ended, the Orioles won by one point.

"Junebug, I love you dearly, but your taste in men is absolutely atrocious. As soon as you found out he was an Orioles fan, you should've kicked his ass to the curb," Billy teased, making Wade roll his eyes.

"You're just jealous because your team sucks!" Wade retorted, smiling smugly as he looked at the man.

"See?" Billy said, making everybody laugh as he gestured to Wade like he was holding some kind of incriminating evidence.

"Whoa there, counselor, before you go writing up the divorce papers, you're gonna have to make a bit more of a case than that," Bonnie joined in the teasing, sidling up to Wade and standing on her tip-toes to give him a sweet kiss. Billy and Steve both smiled, though Billy pretended to be unaffected, rolling his eyes and heading to the back door, saying he needed a smoke. Bonnie followed him as Wade and Steve cleaned up the living room a bit, even though she was exhausted. She was usually never this tired this early in the night, but she chalked it up to all the excitement of the day and followed Billy outside, leaning next to him on the wall just beside the door. He let her tuck herself into his side and wrapped his arm around her, using the other arm to hold his smoke up to his lips.

"You know, smoking is really bad for you," Bonnie yawned, making Billy smile.

"I know. I'm trying to quit but it's a slow process. I'm getting there though," he said, rubbing her shoulder as she shivered against the chill of the wind. He took off his jacket a second later and wrapped it around her, then returned to his previous position as they looked at the stars.

"Unca Billy?" She said after a few minutes, sounding just as timid as she did when she was little.

"What's up, junebug?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her head.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you," she started, hugging him closer, "And I'm really happy for you and Uncle Stevie. And I'm really glad that I was lucky enough to be raised by you guys. I know how much you miss my mom, and I do to, but sometimes I think about it, and I wonder if maybe her dying was kind of a blessing in disguise. Like, if she hadn't have died, I wouldn't have grown up with you guys, and I might've still been trapped with Frank and had to suffer with her. Now neither of us has to, and I got to grow up happy with you guys, and now you're getting married and I feel like none of that would've happened if mom hadn't have died. I still miss her like crazy, but I know she's proud of both of us, and she would've loved to be there for the wedding. She would be so happy for you, and for Steve. She would've loved him, too."

Billy was full on crying as Bonnie finished, and he turned and stubbed out his cigarette on his shoe before holding her just like Steve had in the kitchen. He picked her up just like she was a little girl again and continued to hold her, getting himself under enough control that he could talk again.

"I miss your mom more than I can tell you," he said, "But you're right. Steve and I might not have reconnected if it wasn't for her, and I hate to admit it, because of Frank, too. But as much as I wish all that didn't happen, I did get the two of you out of the deal, so maybe everything happens for a reason, even if we don't like it. But you better always remember that your mom loved you more than anything, just like I do, and that I will never break the promise I made to her to keep you safe and happy for as long as I live, okay? You will always be my junebug, and don't you forget that, you got it?"

Bonnie started crying too as Billy held her, resting her head on his shoulder and eventually going slack in his arms, falling asleep just like she used to. Billy smiled when he realized, wiping off his face before carrying her inside and taking her up to her bedroom, glad she was already in just leggings and a t-shirt. He took her shoes off for her, though, and tucked her in under the covers, kissing her forehead and whispering a soft goodnight as he left to rejoin Steve and Wade downstairs.

"Bonnie conked out?" Steve asked as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"Yeah. I just tucked her in. She must've been exhausted after all the excitement today, she's usually a night owl." Billy said, smiling.

"She's been really tired a lot lately. I hope she's feeling okay," Wade said, flicking through the TV chanels.

"I'm sure she's fine. And I'm feeling pretty beat myself. I'm gonna head to bed now, too." Steve said, standing and stretching.

"Yeah, I'm coming too. Today's been a long one. Night, Wade," Billy said, following Steve to their guest room and going to bed.

Wade must've jinxed it, though, because the first thing Bonnie did the next morning when she woke up was run to the bathroom and throw up. She felt absolutely awful, her head spinning and her stomach churning as she tried to rinse out her mouth and stumble back to bed. Wade had gotten up by this point and tried to check on her, but she just grumbled and he left her alone, only telling her to relax and take the day off, he and Caitlin and Jessie could handle the shop. Bonnie grumbled at him again, but she did thank him after, still just feeling gross.

Billy and Steve saw Wade in the kitchen once he came downstairs, having decided to get up early and make them breakfast, but Wade told them that Bonnie was sick and was taking the day off.

"I'm worried about her, she's typically not this cranky when she's sick," Wade said, biting his lip as he glanced back at the stairs.

"I know, but I'm sure she'll be fine. You go on to work, we'll take good care of her," Steve assured him, handing him a breakfast sandwich that they'd made and a cup of coffee. Wade thanked him and did as told, going to work and saying he'd call at lunchtime to check up on her.

After that, Billy and Steve sprang into action, all the old instincts coming back as Billy left to get the ingredients for chicken soup and Steve digging through the medicine cabinets for ibuprofen and taking that upstairs along with a glass of orange juice. Bonnie had fallen back asleep by then, so Steve just left the items on her nightstand with a note telling her to take two pills, drink the juice, get some rest, and call them if she needed them. He added a smiley face for good measure and shut her blinds to make sure she was going to be able to rest good before closing the door about halfway and heading back downstairs.

By the time Billy returned and he and Steve worked together to get the chicken soup started on the stove, Bonnie was making her way downstairs, having changed into baggy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and carrying the empty juice glass from earlier.

"Hey, junebug," Billy said, wiping his hands on a towel and giving her a kiss on the head, "How're you feeling?"

"Icky," she replied, sitting at the counter and slumping over it. "I must've gotten a stomach bug or something."

"Aw, poor baby," Steve said, brushing some hair out of her face. "Well, you just relax and Uncle Billy and I will take care of you. How about I make you a bed on the couch and we can watch something on TV while we wait for the soup to be done?"

Bonnie nodded and let Steve and Billy dote on her, the both of them getting to work arranging sheets, pillows and blankets on the couch to make sure she would be comfortable before tucking her in again. Billy got the mop bucket from the laundry room closet and set it on the floor next to her in case she needed to throw up again, and Steve flicked on the TV to put on a show for her. He put on Scooby-Doo, since that was always her comfort show when she was sick, and then went back to the kitchen to let her relax while he and Billy finished up lunch.

Once Bonnie had something in her stomach, she seemed to perk up a little bit, and by the time Wade called to check on her, she was pretty much back to normal, complaining to him jokingly about how even though she was fine now, Steve and Billy still wouldn't let her up off the couch.

The next day though, the sickness returned, and the day after that, it happened again. Both times she was fine by lunchtime, and each time, the sickness was a little less intense, but still, none of them could understand what was happening.

But then on the fourth day, when Bonnie returned from the bathroom to sit with Wade on the bed, he got an idea.

Ten minutes later, Billy and Steve were startled awake by screaming coming from the direction of Bonnie and Wade's bedroom, the two of them confused, but not even stopping to think before rushing in and trying to locate the other two. They finally found them in the bathroom, just hugging and crying and laughing and screaming. As they cleared their eyes of crust and tried to calm their heartbeats when they realized no one was hurt, they asked what was going on.

"What's all the screaming about?" Billy asked as he yawned, stepping closer just to make extra sure that nothing was actually wrong.

"Yeah, is everything okay?" Steve chimed in, stretching above his head as he yawned, too.

"It's more than okay!" Bonnie yelled, even though she still felt kinda dizzy, but Wade was holding her up as she thrusted something into their hands. "Look!"

They'd never admit it, but Steve and Billy screamed even louder than the other two combined, suddenly wide awake as they grabbed the two of them and pulled them into the tightest group hug they could manage. Because Bonnie had just handed them an at-home pregnancy test.

And the results were positive.

"Oh my God, this is amazing! I'm so happy for you both!" Steve cheered, trying not to jostle Bonnie too much as he jumped up and down in excitement. "Fuck any responsibilities we have today, we're taking everybody to breakfast to celebrate!"

"Hell yeah we are!" Billy agreed, trying to suppress the tears threatening to escape from his eyes, but not doing a very good job of it. Wade wasn't doing much better, hugging everybody in the room and crying as he grinned harder than ever before. Bonnie was so happy, she didn't even notice the sick feeling anymore. Instead, she was filled with happiness, and she ushered her uncles out of the room so they could all get dressed for breakfast. She couldn't stop touching her belly all throughout the day, and none of them could stop smiling.

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Six months later, and all that smiling returned full force as the day of Billy and Steve's wedding rolled around. It was still a small affair, just like they'd said it would be, but everyone who mattered was there, and it was beautiful. Bonnie kept her promise and catered the event, even though Billy and Steve tried to get her to change her mind in light of her delicate condition, but she was again adamant about it. She was also adamant about still being the flower girl, and finally, they relented and let her do it.

They cried as they watched from the wings as she walked down the aisle in her little white dress, tossing the pink, yellow and blue rose petals on her way. Her baby bump was starting to show now, but even despite that, they couldn't help but still see her as the little girl they had adopted twenty some years ago, and that only made them cry more.

After the ceremony, which had everybody in the place crying, the wedding party went outside to take pictures while the guests went to the reception venue for cocktail hour. The wedding party was small, just Billy and Steve, of course, Bonnie, Steve's best friends Robin and Dustin, and Billy's sister Max, so the pictures didn't take long, and soon, they were all piled into the limo that was supposed to take them to the venue.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Bonnie said as the chauffer began to drive, a mischievous smile on her face that mirrored the ones her uncles wore the day they told her about their engagement. She reached into the mini fridge in the back of the limo and pulled out two small boxes with the Gina's Sweets logo printed on them, and handed them to Steve and Billy. They opened them, and pulled out two small, plain looking vanilla cupcakes with white icing.

"What are these for?" Steve asked, but he smiled as she moved to sit between them and Wade readied a camera from across the car.

"You'll see, it's a surprise. But you have to bite into them at the same time, okay?" She said, nearly bouncing with anticipation. They gave her a quizzical look, but they obeyed, and Wade snapped picture after picture to document their reactions.

Bonnie had cooked up (no pun intended) this surprise a couple of days ago with Wade, Caitlin and Jessie, just after she was told the gender of her baby at the last ultrasound. They had planned this all together, and now, Bonnie was grinning from ear to ear as she watched it play out.

They took their bites of cupcake and were about to ask what it was all about, but as they held the treats away from them and looked at them, they saw that the filling inside of them was dyed baby blue, and as they turned to look at Bonnie together, they almost dropped the damned things on their suits.

"Junebug, does that mean...?" Billy asked, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her response. He knew she knew what he meant, and she couldn't help bug giggle as she nodded.

"Oh my God, you're being for real? It's gonna be a boy?!" Steve asked, his face blooming into the biggest, dopiest grin ever.

"I just found out the other day," Bonnie replied, holding both of their hands as she said, "Wade, Caitlin and Jessie all know, because they helped me plan this, but other than them, I wanted you guys to be the first to know. I hope you'll help me pick out names later on."

Billy and Steve didn't know what to say, their lips trembling as they both kissed her cheeks and tried to hold back even more tears. Bonnie was laughing hard, but then she stopped suddenly, though her smile remained.

"Ooh, wait, wait," she said, taking their hands and laying them against her belly, "He must know we're talking about him, I can feel him kicking me."

It took a few seconds before he did it again, but as soon as he did, Billy and Steve's faces lit up, they could feel it, too. Wade snapped a picture again, capturing he pure awe and amazement on their faces as they feel it.

Bonnie still had a copy of that picture framed in her bedroom. It's one of her most favorite pictures ever. It was Billy and Steve's favorite one in their whole wedding album, and their second favorite picture ever. Only one topped it, the one they took a few months later when they helped Wade bring Bonnie and their son home from the hospital. In it, she's holding the boy, named Ocean King Kellie, and Billy and Steve are holding her on their shoulders, all of them smiling and happier than they had ever been before.

#they deserve to be happy and this was too sweet an idea not to write it #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things #ficlet

[edith-hyde]

Oh my gosh it is Norman’s birthday! I didn’t even realize it’s October already. What do you think the reader would want to do for him? Like I could see him getting “upset” because he’s being spoiled and the reader would come up with something like “yeah well you’ve already spent enough on me, now it’s my turn to do something for you” and it would be a whole happy debacle🥹😭

I love this idea. And I wrote a little one shot for it. (Wrote this on my phone so forgive any weirdness.)

Today was the day.

Norman’s 48th birthday.

You had been eagerly awaiting October 11th, planning everything down to the smallest detail. You knew Norman quite well by now, so you hadn’t planned some big party. While he might love to show off his wealth, he wasn’t a people person. So there were no balloons, no guest list, no public venues. All those things would only serve to stress Norman out.

And birthdays were not meant to cause stress.

With a beaming smile, you entered Norman’s office and set down his usual donut and coffee.

“Good morning! And Happy Birthday!”

Norman gave you only a small smile and you immediately frowned.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing is wrong. I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew that tone. He was not fine.

With a smirk, you turned Norman’s chair toward you and sat down on his lap. Norman sighed as you started brushing strands of hair out of his face.

“Now why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you, hmm?”

“Y/N…”

Norman looked at you and you gave him a doe-eyed expression. He tried his best to hold your gaze without breaking but he lost- just like he always did.

“It’s stupid,” he muttered in defeat.

“Let me be the judge of that. Now tell me.”

He looked at you and you could see the deep sadness in his eyes as he spoke.

“I hate today.”

You set your hands upon his shoulders with a concerned frown.

“But why? It’s your birthday.”

“It’s a reminder that I’m too old for you.”

You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.

“Norman, we aren’t doing this again. I’ve told you so many times that you are not old.”

“I’m twice your-”

You silenced your fiancé with a passionate kiss. He immediately placed a hand upon your back, giving a contented sigh. You grinned against his mouth, fingers combing through his hair. When you pulled back, Norman still had his eyes closed as he tried to recover.

“I will not have you being mister party pooper today,” you declared, “It’s your birthday and you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Y/N. You know I don’t like parties.”

“Which is why I didn’t plan one.”

Norman cocked an eyebrow at you and you smirked. You went back to playing with his hair as you spoke.

“It’s just gonna be me and you in the privacy of your mansion. There’s gonna be some dancing, a homemade dinner, the cake I baked, a few handmade presents, and a night of cuddling on the couch as we watch some new movies I got.”

“You sure know how to spoil me,” Norman laughed.

“It’s my specialty.”

With a grin, Norman gave you a chaste kiss.

“I truly don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

#i forgot my umbrella #one shot #answer #question #ask #norman osborn #norman osborn x reader

[zelphin124]

IroTale: Chapter 1

"It worked! I can't believe it worked!"

"Are you sure this was a good idea, Gaster?"

"Why wouldn't it be? I've created a female Sans!"

"All the other Sans in the multiverse are male. Wouldn't that become a problem?" 

"Don't worry; my daughter will be able to defend herself. She will help Papyrus in the royal guard when they are older.”

She stirred after the voices started to become clearer. Her eyes fluttered open to see two figures above her. One of them was smiling down at her. 

The smiling figure had an off-white head with a large crack running through it. He had small white pupils in his pitch-black eyes. His smile was gentle and complimented his silver and blue coat. He held a needle and a clipboard in his round hands. He wore circular glasses on his non-existent ears. 

The other figure was not smiling, but he didn’t seem upset. He looked like a big goat with lots of brown floofy hair. His horns were massive, and he wore a light blue cape around his armor. His eyes told wondrous stories of all he had seen. 

“Sweetheart, welcome to IroTale,” the white-faced skeleton greeted. “I’m Gaster, your father.” 

“I’m Asgore, the underground king,” the goat waved. “Welcome to my kingdom.” 

She stared at both of them for a long time. She wanted to communicate with them but wasn’t sure if the right words would come out. Heck, what would she even say? Could she even speak? She was fully conscious, yet everything felt so new. She couldn’t remember anything. 

“Agh! I need to call you something,” Gaster stepped back and opened a nearby drawer. “I can’t call you Sans… I have to find another name….” 

“Sansa?” The king recommended, glancing at the girl skeleton. 

She took a look at herself. Although she didn’t know what a male skeleton looked like, she could tell that her bones were thinner, smaller, and her body shape was curvier. She had a slimmer face when she traced it than that of Gaster. She felt small and exposed. She wanted to cover up her upper bones with something like the other monsters. 

“Wait,” Gaster turned around. “Let’s call her Iro.” 

“Are you kidding?” Asgore raised his eyebrow. “That’s what our AU is called. Isn’t that a little preposterous?” 

“Not at all!” Gaster smiled. “She’s going to be the guard of this AU anyway, it only makes sense.” He scribbled something on his notebook furiously before walking back up to her. “What do you say, child? Would you like to be called Iro?” 

The name resonated with her as if she was destined to be called it. She felt peace settle in her soul as she nodded. She didn’t know what this meant, but associating with this weird skeleton man felt right. 

“Perfect, now, Iro, Asgore will find you some clothes to wear while I get your brother,” Gaster smiled. “He’s been anxious to meet you.” 

She had a sibling? Sibling… the word sounded so familiar. She moved her mouth to speak but couldn’t make any noise. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Asgore shrugged as he tossed her a black undergarment and a faded white and blue robe. “You’ll learn how to speak soon. For now, just communicate with us with yes and no, got it?” 

Iro nodded. 

Both of the grown monsters left the room, leaving her alone. 

Iro spent no time observing the room as she grabbed the clothes and shoved them on, getting her arm stuck. She wiggled out of it before sliding the robe on. It had a large black symbol on the side. What does this mean?

She tried getting off the bed but collapsed immediately. Her bones ached. She knew she shouldn’t have tried to walk despite never using her legs before, but she wanted to walk around as fast as the guy named Gaster did. However, she couldn’t seem to stand, no matter how hard she tried. Her bones shook with every moment. She felt so weak. Why couldn’t she move? 

Gaster came back through the left door. “Okay, Papyrus, be gentle-”

“Oh my gosh!” A young skeleton jumped from behind the doctor’s leg. He had a taller face and large teeth. His smile was wide, along with his chest. He wore a black shirt and a robe identical to what Iro just put on. Iro didn’t have time to observe the rest before the skeleton ran toward her and threw his arms around her. “I have a sister oh my gosh, look how beautiful you are!” He squealed. “I promise to protect you forever!” 

“Now, now, Paps, give Iro some space,” Gaster laid his holed hand on the skeleton’s shoulder and pulled him back. “But, you can help teach her how to walk if you like.” 

“Oh, I would be so happy to!” Papyrus’ smile was so wide Iro was convinced it could break the universe. “You have such a cool name. Iro, Iro, Iro…” He walked up to where Iro was sitting again. “Here! I can teach you how to walk and speak! Grab my hand, I have so much to show you!” 

“Are you sure it's good for Papyrus to teach Iro all these things?” Asgore lifted his eyebrow as he addressed the doctor. “Our education system can teach her that and more, Gaster.” 

“I understand your concern,” Gaster dismissed the king. “But I want Iro to learn other things. It’s how she will become a royal guard, after all.” 

“Like me, papa?” Papyrus gleamed as he lifted Iro to her feet. His attention went back to his sister. “Oh, you’re eyes are so shiny! They look like the color of my scarf!” He pointed to the long blue scarf that was tied around his neck. “Okay, do you feel the strength coming to your legs?” 

Iro nodded as her legs shook. She could feel it getting easier to stand by the minute, but it still took her effort. 

“Okay, this may take a while. You’re going to put one foot over the other, okay? Don’t worry. I’ll be here to catch you if you fall,” Papyrus instructed. The warm smile on his face never left as he caught Iro after her first step. He said something to Gaster, which Iro didn’t catch, and he said something back in a language she couldn’t understand. She’d assume she would learn it if they were teaching her. 

The King looked annoyed at the exchanged tone before leaving the room. Her attention was drawn off Asgore as Papyrus started to talk to her. She liked her brother’s voice. It felt so familiar. It made her feel warm inside to know he was there. After she stumbled another time, Gaster chuckled softly and picked Iro up, guiding her to her new home. “Welcome home, my daughter.” 

* * * 

It took Iro forever how to learn to speak. She still had trouble with it after the first two months. However, she learned to speak the hidden language of her family very soon. Why were strange noises easier to sound out? She didn’t know. The hidden language within her family was also easier to write. She immediately found it easy to write and had a natural talent for it. Like her father, she started carrying a notebook to write whenever she saw something cool in the underground. 

Papyrus insisted that she practiced walking every day. It only took her a month to learn. He asked Gaster many questions on how to help Iro in everyday things, which the doctor’s reply was always that she would learn over time. Iro thought that Gaster often taught Papyrus patience through this. 

Gaster was very kind to him and Iro. He often would take them to the park and walk around. He would show them the wonders of the underground forest and all their creatures. Gaster made sure to teach them how to interact with other monsters as well. Iro never regretted spending time with her dad over the three years he had taught her. He was always patient with mistakes and made sure they studied hard. 

Papyrus couldn’t ever stop talking. He showed Iro wondrous things, including how to use their powers. Iro’s brother was fascinated with the little things in life, and he never forgot anything that made him happy. Despite his joy, he was very responsible. He protected Iro at all costs, as Gaster had taught him to. He read many books with her in their free time, including about humans. 

“I can’t wait to meet a human one day!” Papyrus exclaimed as he closed the book. “What cool powers they have! They can alter reality!” 

“That’s pretty sick, bro,” Iro yawned, getting up from the floor. “I would like to talk with one.” 

“We have to make sure to capture it first,” Papyrus twirled the long blue scarf around his neck. It made him look sharper, in Iro’s opinion. “Then we can talk to it. Oh, it would be so cool to have the power to IMAGINE. Can you imagine?”

“Did you just crack a pun?” Iro snickered. “I never thought I’d hear that from you.” 

“Seems like you’re rubbing off on me,” Papyrus sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Iro asked as she sat beside him on the bed. 

“Tomorrow, you know?” Papyrus played with his light blue mittens. Iro learned that despite Papyrus’ bravery and valiance, he was always anxious and fidgeted with something. “It’s our first day being trained as royal guards. What if… we aren’t ready? I heard Undye is very strict.” 

“If anyone can withstand her, it’s you, Paps,” Iro rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my big bro. You can do anything you want!” 

“Hey, that’s my line!” Papyrus smiled and shoved her. “You got that from me!” 

“I learn from the best.” 

Papyrus didn’t have time to reply before he heard a loud shout in the other room. Two voices raised at each other in a heated argument. However, the skeletons didn’t move. This was normal, after all. 

Iro could tell Gaster was arguing with Asgore again. His voice sounded upset. She couldn’t make out all that was said, but she knew that Gaster was arguing with the king for them, Papyrus and Iro. He met with the king often and insisted that they were the royal guards of the AU. He wanted them to have the best life and learn all they could from the library. Asgore would counteract his arguments by bringing up Toriel and her rising rebellion against his rule. He had to ensure every student was raised the same way to keep his power. Gaster refused to give up the life he worked so hard for his kids. The last thing he would do is force his family into poverty. The king would often leave enraged, losing the argument. He couldn’t go against the doctor, after all. Gaster did too much for his power and kingdom. 

The king’s booming voice shook the halls. Hearing Gaster’s still and quiet voice over Asgore’s was hard. Iro recalled how Gaster had taught her and Papyrus always to return wrath with gentleness, as it tends to calm others down. Whenever they tried it, it did work. Because of this, the rest of the monsters in the underground were never angry with them for long. 

The trick worked for everyone except for Gaster and the king. 

Gaster would never elaborate on why Asgore was always angry with him. He told Iro not to worry about him and continue her studies. Papyrus and Iro could never figure out why Gaster kept things from them and why he fought with the king. One day I’ll figure out what’s going on. 

“Hey, let’s do something to distract ourselves,” Papyrus suggested. “Dad will handle the king. He always has. There’s no need to—” 

The shouting stopped. 

Both skeleton children glanced up to see the door to their room open. Gaster’s royal robe—identical to theirs—fell to his sides as he rubbed his head. He smiled sweetly at them. “Good evening, my children. Why are you not asleep?” 

Papyrus ran up to him and hugged him. “We were worried Dad.” 

“You have a big day tomorrow,” Gaster sighed. “Don’t stress over my problems. You need all the energy you can get for your training tomorrow.” 

Iro always felt comfort in Gaster’s smile. He slowly pet Papyrus with his holed hand. Iro wondered why she and Paps had arms, but not Gaster. The thought left her mind as her father made eye contact with her. “You’re up too?” 

“Papyrus just got done reading a book, we weren’t up long after that,” Iro spoke softly. She couldn’t find the will to talk any louder. “Don’t you have a big day tomorrow, too?” 

“Ah, so you’ve been reading your reasoning books,” Gaster closed his eyes in relief. “You won’t be blindsided like the rest of the monsters…” 

“We learned a lot today from them,” Papyrus raised a fist in the air in triumph. “We also read about humans and their code-bending powers!” 

“Did you?” Gaster sat on a sofa nearby. “Why don’t you guys tell me all about it tomorrow after your training? I do want you to get some rest.” 

“Not until we help you with your problems, Dad,” Papyrus insisted. “I’m not going to let you stress over the king and his desire for power.” 

Iro always loved how her brother was direct and helpful. However, she wasn’t sure how they could help their father. They were only kids. Well, kids that grow really fast and have mature minds. 

“You are very sweet, Paps,” Gaster slouched in the chair as his eyes fluttered. They looked very heavy and Gaster seemed overwhelmingly tired. “Do you want to know how you can help?” 

“Of course, father!” Papyrus grabbed Gaster’s hand. “I’ll do anything!” 

“I second that!” Iro stood up from the bed, grabbing Gaster’s other hand. “I want to help in any way I can.” 

“Then promise me this,” Gaster squeezed his children’s hands. “Do not let Asgore near any of the humans you find, ever. I don’t care what he tells you. Don’t let him get their powers, understood?” 

“Why?” Iro asked. 

“Understood, Dad,” Papyrus nudged Iro. “I’m sure we’ll learn in due time.” 

Gaster’s head turned towards Iro as he smiled. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, sweetheart. Papa’s really tired right now… Let your daddy rest, okay?” 

Iro barely whispered ‘I love you’ before Gaster was asleep. Papyrus frowned as he picked up Gaster with his arms and traveled to his room, Iro following close behind. The stairs were silent and still. Iro glanced at their house while they climbed up. There were colorful pictures across the walls and beauitul chandeliers. The furniture was always soft and the house itself was spacious with a big backyard. They were very blessed to have such a big home. 

They both tucked their father in before watching him sleep peacefully. Gaster fell into a deep slumber as his breathing slowed. He curled up his body, unable to move from a ball position. 

Papyrus tapped Iro’s shoulder to exit the room before he spoke. “I hate seeing him like this,” Iro watched Papyrus fight the urge to light up his eye in rage. “He’s always this way after he talks with the king. It’s as if it drains all of his power just trying to protect us.” 

Iro and Papyrus closed the door before they conversed. “I don’t think we can help him much, brother. We aren’t skilled enough.” 

“I just don’t understand why the king wants us to live like the rest of the monsters…” 

“I don’t either,” Iro sighed. “But hey, if we do our best to become royal guards, we can protect our father and make a difference!” 

“You’re right,” Papyrus glanced up. “We have to do our best tomorrow! Then we can help our father!” He smiled at Iro before hugging her. “You’re so smart sis, I’ll see you in the morning!” 

Iro smiled before waving at him. She watched in silence as her brother bounded down the stairs and into his room. She sighed, glancing back at her sleeping father. 

We’re going to help you dad, if it’s the last thing we do. 

I will make sure we will repay you tenfold for all you have done for us. 

#undertale au #undertale #sans au #oc stuff #oc #iro sans #iro!sans #IroTale #writing #creative writing #write #Chapter #It's always hard to write the first chapter #utmv #I have so many ideas for this #asks open

[annaberunoyume]

Wirt’s gift from the Fairies

(OTGW) (Written on October 10th, 2020)

Wirt can't sleep one night in the woods with his brother Greg and Beatrice. Greg offers to sing, which Wirt initially refuses, but

reluctantly agrees to after Greg insists. The little boy begins to hum, surprisingly rather in tune...But, Greg's lullaby increases in power

when a group of happy-go-lucky fairies joins in and, against all odds, makes Wirt doze off, to the amusement of Beatrice.

To say that Wirt was annoyed was an under-statement. He was more like, extremely cross. They had been walking for goodness know how long, they still had no idea how far they were and to top it all, night was falling. Which meant another freezing night for him, while he could have been sleeping in his nice, warm bed back home, instead and it was all because of that darn Greg!

“Wirt, you okay?”, asked his bird friend, Beatrice.

To her surprise, he did not complain or panic, or just huffed as usual, but he turned around with a venomous grin.

“I’m splendid! Thank you very much!”

Greg, Wirt’s younger half-brother was just catching up to the bird and his sibling. He jumped at the harsh, angry tone of the latter. That certainly was not like him to do that.

“Gee whiz, what’s the matter with Wirt, Beatrice?”

“I don’t know, Greg. I’ve never seen him this mad, before…”

Greg and Beatrice lowered their head, uncomfortable, but unwilling to say anything more, lest Wirt become more upset…

(TIMESKIP)

The sun was now nearly gone and Wirt, while still crossed, was a little less cranky than earlier. He found a rather sturdy, hollow enough tree for him and his friends to sleep at its feet. After the trio sat down and sighed, finally resting after walking so long, Beatrice noticed something worrying. Dark circles were evident under Wirt’s worn out eyes. Could it be why he had snapped? Gosh, maybe she should not have teased him so much…

Greg was sighing happily after another fun day, but his smile faded when he saw the concerned look of Beatrice. Looking towards where she was looking, he saw his brother sitting sadly, arms around his knees, a clear look of disappointment upon his features.

The smaller plumb boy with a teapot for a hat hesitantly scooted closer to Wirt, he looked to his frog for confirmation that it was a good idea, to which the latter nodded “yes”.

“Wirt…What’s wrong? Are you sad?”

Wirt looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to be unsure as to whether he should tell Greg or not. He ended sighing forlornly, giving in.

“I AM sad, Greg. I just…miss our home so much…I wish I could just be sleeping in my nice, warm bed…Not in this freezing forest…Where we could get swallowed whole…And I can’t believe I haven’t found our house, yet…Our parents must be worried sick…”, he sighed, a small tear rolling down his face.

“Oh…”, said Greg.

He lied himself against Wirt, deep in thoughts. But soon enough, his beam had returned.

“Hey, I got it, how about I sing a lullaby to you?”

“What?”

“A lullaby! Like Mommy sang to me before when I couldn’t sleep!”

Wirt scoffed, “Don’t be silly, Greg! I’m not a baby!”

“Well, pretend you are one, that way, I can sing to you and you can dream sweet! Come on…”, answered Greg with utter optimism, making puppy eyes…

Wirt pouted, conflicted and annoyed. Not only was he incompetent to get the both of them home, but now, he was the one offered a lullaby! That took the cake! Still…he really could use some sleep (Though he doubted Greg’s idea would really do the trick)…And maybe this could at the very least, take his mind off their dire situation, just for a little while.

He sighed, slightly annoyed, “Fine…”

And thus, Greg happily plopped down on his bottom right besides his stepbrother…Wirt frowned in dejectedly and in annoyance, in anticipation of a horrid, out-of-tune ditty…But he was caught off-guard when Greg began to hum…

“Loo-loo-loo-loo…

Loo-loo-loo-loo…

Loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo, loo…

Loo…Loo loo loo loo…Loo-loo-loo, loo-loo-loo, loo…”

Wirt’s frown lessened as his little brother crooned on…It was actually rather cute…That certainly wasn’t going to help him fall asleep, but, hey, it was the thought that counted…

Beatrice couldn’t help but smirk a little. Wirt may have been totally stubborn sometimes…But…she had to admit that right now, that very stubbornness was cute.

Unbeknownst to the trio lying at the foot of the tree, Greg’s song had attracted the attention of wood creatures…But thankfully, not the scary ones…

A group of woodland fairies of various pastel colours peeked from a dead tree on the ground…They smiled at the pretty little song. It wasn’t everyday that humans got lost in these parts of the forest. And what the small, plumb little human was doing looked so much fun…

Wirt suddenly jumped as he heard foreign voices. Instinctively, he opened his eyes, darting around. He gasped as he saw many pastel-coloured, glowing fairies harmonizing with Greg. First, it was one voice, then another and another…He made a move to sit up and defend himself, but Greg quickly and gently pushed on his shoulder, making him gently lie back down.

“Don’t worry, Wirt, they’re my new friends. And they want to help you…Just relax and close your pretty sleepy eyes…’’, he said sweetly as he gently tried to close Wirt’s eyelids by touching them.

Wirt blushed a little. He wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or out of tenderness. He closed his eyes, folding his arms under his cheek and snuggled in, trying to make himself more comfortable. With eyes closed, the ditty was beginning to sound soothing…Especially with all those voices singing in a canon… He sighed, more at ease and relaxed.

But suddenly…A bright, multicoloured light penetrated his closed eyelids…He frowned a little, peeking.

He gasped, again. The fairies were closer now. All around him, in fact, holding hands and holding’s Greg’s hands as well. Greg seemed not the least bit bothered by it all as he was proudly humming still. Beatrice was on Greg’s shoulder, looking puzzled. But she hesitantly joined in the song when Greg gave her an encouraging smile. But then, Wirt gasped yet again as he looked down. He was glowing!

Just before he could freak out, though, he suddenly felt…A thick, heavy blanket…of tiredness…slowly and ever so gently settling on his entire body…Before he knew it, Wirt was feeling very warm…And oh so tired…It was as if every moment in which he had been stressed out, every nearly sleepless night in these woods, all of his scary previous incidents…Were now gently engulfing him in welcoming heaviness, as if he were slowly sinking into thick, warm molasse.

And yet, with every second passing by, he was less and less disturbed by the strange phenomenon…In fact…It was so…cozy…And rejuvenating…And…

Wirt gave out a deep, mellow yawn before he could finish his thought…He smacked his lips and “Hmmmed“ contently, curling up more into a ball…Whatever…These fairies…were doing…It was so…warm and…peaceful…Ssoo..goood…Like…hooome…

Abruptly, but still very sleepily, Wirt registered the presence of a soft, pleasant weigh on his forehead. He opened one heavy eye and looked up. His little brother was stroking his forehead and hair, smiling cutely.

Greg had thought that, since Mommy always made him fall asleep by stroking his hair, back home, then Wirt was bound to fall asleep as well this way.

“Goodnight, Wirt, sleep tight, don’t let the wood bugs bite…Sugary dreams…”

Wirt, for the first time since this evening, smiled adorably, all tuckered out, but incredibly merry, all at once…

“Niight…Greeeg…” he yawned grandly and drunkenly. And at last, he slipped into Morpheus’s sweet embrace, snuggling his young face into his folded arms. Before long, he was breathing serenely and evenly. The fairy folks’ magical song was still making his body glow with many pastel colours and it would glow just so, in this lovely, almost kaleidoscopic manner until morning.

The fairies kept singing their little canon with Greg for a little longer. Then, one by one, the fairies stopped singing, until there was only Greg. He sang the last notes with his eyes closed, smiling.

Then, Greg opened his eyes and thanked his new fairy pals and they giggled. Even Beatrice was feeling quite sleepy after singing the magic song for so long…

And thus…a little while later, anyone who would have wandered in these parts of the woods, would have come across a rather peculiarly beautiful sight:

A teenager boy in a cape and pointed hat…Cozily sleeping and glowing with pastel colours. An arm around most likely his little brother, the latter holding a big frog. A bluebird sleeping snuggled in the older boy’s brown hair, between the boy’s red coned hat and his head. But what would be most interesting to watch, here…Would be the many sleeping fairies surrounding the trio.

THE END

#otgw #over the garden wall #fanfiction #lullaby #fairies #wirt #greg #beatrice #myfanfiction

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

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「 SYNOPSIS 」 / you’re the most insecure about your chest, sarah proves your doubting thoughts wrong and shows just how beautiful you are to her eyes ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / sarah x fem!reader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1435 (omg y’all gettin fed again)

「 WARNINGS 」 / ANGST, A BIT OF SMUT, insecurities, self-body image issues, crying, lots of pet names, nipple play, tit sucking, some dirty talking, suggesting to sex in the end, i don’t remember writing any language in here but imma still warn it just in case, prob some typos, thats it?

➪ author’s notes : ❝ hi babes!! welcome to the 4th day of my kinktober !! this fic is kinda something personal for me and something based on my own personal issues i have with myself due to being flat chested but i want to put something out like this so other people out there that deals with this as a insecurity can read this and real validated, thats my mission besides posting for kinktober haha. i hope u guys enjoy this since this is alot more on the softer side and something different then i usually write bc its goin to be a lot of filth going on this month so i felt like switching the mood a bit while still being a bit dirty lmao. as always i love u so much! <333 ❞

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tonight was the obx’s, infamous annual bonfire.

as the skies darkened as time passed it was slowly getting close to that time for you and girlfriend, sarah to be there so you and her were currently getting ready and changed in her bedroom.

“baby! here you should try this on, i just know you’ll look so freakin’ perfect in it” sarah exclaims as she hands you one of her cute, green colored, lacy bralette with a bright smile adoring her face. you smiled a “ok” and took the clothing from her before turning to the tall, long mirror that stood against the wall of her room.

when sarah turned back around in her closet to find something else to give you to wear or for herself, you held the piece of lace material up in front of your eyes. frowning when you saw just how much bigger it was compared to your usual size of your chest due to the fact that your girlfriend’s boobs were way bigger than yours. deciding against the thought of telling sarah and killing her wonderful mood, you tried it on anyway. you removed the previous t-shirt sarah had given you just a couple of minutes ago and your bra. once you did that you took the bralette and started to put it on your body.

when you managed to get it on, you took one little glance at the mirror and didn’t like the image you were receiving back at all. the sight making your stomach swim in insecurity and a new found sadness.

you were always insecure about your breasts. mainly because they were just so much smaller than kie’s or your girlfriend sarah’s. seeing the way bikinis fit on them and seeing the way it fits on you makes you embarrassed, ashamed and spiteful at the way you look. you longed for bigger and fuller boobs, wanting to look good in certain clothes was a dream and be able to fit in simple stuff like a bralette as well.

the bralette itself was so, so cute, but once you put it on your mind changed. since your boobs were so small, it just barely fit into the cups of the top where your boobs were supposed to go, making the now loose, leftover fabric to just hang a bit in a little wrinkled bunch around that area.

“s… sarah, i think you should just wear this one” you called out in a whisper, making sure to add a forced chuckle at the end so you sound normal and not like you were about to cry a river.

you heard sarah whine a bit from the closet.

“why? i got it like so long ago so it shouldn’t be too big on- oh my gosh, y/n what’s wrong!” sarah interrupted her sentence in a shock gasp when she met your glistening eyes and slouch figure through the mirror when she walked away from her closet. immediately walking up to you in concern at the sight of your clearly upset expression.

you shake your head at the blonde girl, looking back at the mirror with a sigh before you drop your head down again.

“it doesn’t exactly look so good on me s’all” you forcefully chuckled, not wanting to tell her about how you’ve been feeling about yourself for quite a long time so u tried to cover up your emotions, which is something your currently failing at by the saddening, concerning look on your lovers face deepening anymore.

“babe, what’s really wrong?” sarah asked you, her hands coming up to grip the sides of your face into her palms softly. petting your hair as she looked over your face which was going through so many emotions at once.

“i- i, i hate how my chest looks. i hate it so much, sarah. every single time i look in the mirror just even wearing a simple shirt i want to cry at how flat it is”

“oh, baby…” sarah whispers sadly, her eyes tearing up at the way you describe yourself. a big part of her feels guilty about this, how come she could never see her own girlfriend going through such a struggle about her own body? she thinks over and over again before pulling you into a bone crushing, comforting embrace.

her arms holding you so tight.

“my love, how come you never told me you felt this way about yourself”

and that pushed you over the edge. finally letting out the couple of tears you’ve been holding in since you first had put on the bralette. with a small teary hiccup you responded back to her question.

“i didn’t want you to think of me differently” you cried silently, sarah giving you one last tight squeeze before pulling away from you. “y/n, i would never look at you differently okay?” not receiving an answer she called out again once more.

“okay?”

you nod at her, her fingers coming up to rub away your tears that fell down your cheeks and from up under your eyes.

“y/n, i can't even begin to explain just how gorgeous and beautiful you are. you’re down right so incredibly gorgeous okay? i love every single inch of you and your body so much, baby. flaws and all, okay? and who cares if your boobs are small love? small, big, everyone is different and is born differently and that absolutely doesn't mean it's a bad thing or something to hate. and plus i absolutely adore your boobs. they’re amazing and you’re amazing. please stop tearing yourself down like this, sweets. it hurts me so much to see you hating something so much about yourself when nothing is wrong with you in the beginning. i know no one is perfect but i know for sure that you are, i love you so much baby”

at her little speech, you cried and practically threw yourself at your girlfriend. hugging her like it was the last time you would ever be able to do it. “t-thank you so much, baby” you were speechless but you managed to get the words out profusely against the skin of her neck.

“you don’t have to thank me, babe” sarah cried with as well with a little teary giggle escaping her.

sarah pulled away from you to intently stare into your eyes, her soft hands then coming up to the lacy bralette to take it up and off of you. you let her but not without timidly asking her why she was taking it off of you.

“b-babe, what are you doing?”

“showing you just how beautiful you are to me, y/n” sarah replies with her pretty, bunny smile on display as she tossed the piece of clothing somewhere in the room before making direct contact with your exposed breast, holding the soft flesh of the mounds in her warm palms. you gasp softly in surprise of the sudden, so good feeling of sarah’s hands delicately massaging your breasts.

“such pretty breasts,” sarah states with a sincere look on her face, pressing a gentle kiss at your lips before bending down to take your nipple into her mouth. her other finger tracing the unattended bud, not wanting to leave anything out.

“b-baby” you whimpered, moving a strand of hair away and out of your face so you could look down at sarah latched and sucking at your nipple passionately, to already find her looking up at you with desire, so so much love swimming in her brown irises.

she pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop.

“such pretty nipples,” sarah whispers, eyes flickering up to yours after the words left her lips. finding your face scrunched up in pleasure, “gosh, you just look so frickin’ perfect” sarah thinks to herself.

without another word sarah takes your unattended breast into her mouth. her hand gently grasping the mound of flesh while she sucks at your areolas. her tongue running over your hardened bud while she did so. a little hum leaving her lips when she hears you moan out again and again at the feeling.

sarah once more pulls away from you with a even louder pop than earlier echoing and surrounding her bedroom along with your little whines and keens. sarah backs away from you and stares at how her spit made the skin of your chest glistened, her teeth pulling in her bottom lip as she rubbed and toyed at your sensitive, hard buds.

“lay down pretty girl, we’re missing the bonfire this time.”

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Dive Into You: Part 4.(M)

Preview: “What brings you into confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his words.

“Separately Pastor!”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, a little angsty

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, corruption, cheating, religious innuendos

Smut Warning: dry humping, fingering, in public setting

Intro—>

Part 1–>

Part 2–>

Part 3–>

“Oh my gosh goodness, that woman is old enough to be his mother!” Your mother gasps, hand over her chest. Haechan strutting into mass with, quite frankly a woman old enough to be his mother. Scantily clad in a tight skimpy hardly there dress. Arm securely draped around her waist. Your jaw falls open following where he leads her into a pew. Both Mark and Jeno sharing looks, back and forth between you and Haechan. Mumbling whispers erupting throughout the crowd of church-goer’s gathered.

“Isn’t that woman just a bit too mature for Pastor Lee’s son?” A voice behind you whispers. Conversations sparking around faster. Pastor Lee awestruck at the podium, slack jawed similar to you and others questioning what Haechan is doing. Your mother scoffing eavesdropping in on everyone muffling their words.

“That is just disappointing. Such a promising young man, wasting his time with an old whore like that.” She lets out a sound in dismay. Never noticing how you hide your face behind the scripture for today's mass. If you muted everyone's speaking enough, sure enough, you’d be able to hear your heartbreaking this very moment. Blinking away hot tears threatening to pass over the rims of your eyes.

Your mother may have not noticed, but that didn’t mean the altar boys missed the way you sunk into your seat. Sadness taking over your features as Haechan relaxed in the pew across from you. Arm around this woman’s shoulders, large smirk displayed. Jeno and Mark gave you many warnings, too many. Your stubborn fault for not listening…always insisting to do things your way. Maybe this was how life worked? How could you have expected a guy like Haechan to want you for more than sex?

Your eyes lift to the ominous cross hung above the altar where you let Haechan commit sin with your body. This church becoming more like a place to drag your mind through hell than anything. Ah, but what was really the point in letting yourself get upset over this? He used you, like some brainless naive idiot you danced along to the pied pipers fiddle.

With a few rapid blinks you return to stare at the floor until this dragging mass ends. Catching Jeno’s gaze before you land on the dirty brown itchy carpet. His lips part open, surprised when your eyes lock on each other. The question passing through his mind all too obvious in his stare. A silent ‘are you ok?’ that you didn’t even deserve from him.. Forcing a smile, your eyes end on the floor, defeated. What if Jeno was the angel on your shoulder that you turned a muted ear to? Turning the volume up for the devil on your other side. Consequences, that’s what the bible was all about wasn’t it? Learning your lesson and living with the aftermath.

Eve bit into the apple of temptation, you were no different.

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“Father Lee insisted we provide fruit along with baked goods. Health is wealth!” Your mother slaps an apple in your palm. Turning to greet approaching bodies with a shining bright small. Like a wire hanger was propped in her mouth.

“Watermelon! My favorite!” Mark’s brows wiggle, picking up a plate of vibrant fruit. “The fruit of salvation. You know fruit represents, pleasures.. overindulgence, temptation.”

Mark holds up a slice of bright red watermelon. Pale light in the bible room dimming it’s flavorful beauty. Admiring it as if it’s the best thing in the world. He takes a large bite, avoiding seeds. Juice spilling down his chin, speaking between chews- “Can’t always agree with the bible I guess.”

“That’s shocking coming from you..” you look at the apple in hand. Thumb rubbing over a bruise developed on the red yellow coating.

“Nothings perfect right? Only God is perfect. Look at that apple, bruised but still serves a purpose. Sort of like us, we have our flaws but we’re doing our best.” Mark shrugs, devouring the rest of his watermelon.

“You’re pretty logical when you’re not quoting Samael 6:66 all the time.” You smile, earning the jaw drop from Mark as expected.

“Now that is just blasphemous, you little harlot!” Mark scoffs. Damn finger waving about in front of your nose. “Jesus said..”

“Save the quote, I’m not seeing the gates of heaven anytime soon.” You quietly interrupt Mark. Setting down the apple with the other fruits. Some more pristine then others, none perfect. How could perfection be defined anyway..

“I’m pretty sure my invitation to the sky above got revoked years ago.” Perfection spoke up. Jeno standing by, catching the tail end of your conversation. Hands shoved into the pockets of his tight black jeans. Form hugging black t-shirt tucked in. Defined trimmed waist leading down to sculpted long legs. Physique of a God if you’d ever seen one.

“Gods for sure not the only perfect being..” you mumble under your breath. Mark and Jeno’s eyes both lifting to you curiously. Smiling, shrugging off a response. “Well I’m sure you redeemed yourself with all that bible camp stuff. God loves shit like that.”

“Does he now?” Jeno’s arms cross over his chest. Forehead wrinkling in surprise. Mark muttering into another bite of fruit how you needed to stop cursing all the time.

“He doesn’t communicate with me, but I’d imagi-…” Haechan’s loud laughter cuts your speech off. Entering the room with that woman old enough to be his mother. Pulling them closer to the table filled with coffee, pastries, fruits. Shifting side to side anxiously as they near, stomach bubbling in.. embarrassment? Was it because Mark and Jeno knew?..or could at least assume very well.

“Aw nono, you already changed out of your cute little altar boy get up? Wanted to introduce my girl to my cute innocent little brother. Now you just look like hot topic threw up on you or something.” Haechan pokes at Jeno. Smirk plastered across his face. Jeno’s ‘fuck off’ reply coming in like garbled words.

My girl?! My girl? All of a fucking sudden? Hag. Haechan wasn’t even sparing you a glance. If he was trying to make it clear there was nothing between the two of you- he didn’t need to try much harder. Accepting the situation the best to your abilities or not wasn’t going to stop the rush of tears attempting to streak down your face. A quick spin had you racing out of the church, Jeno’s neck snapping catching sight of your back exiting.

“You’re such a dick Haechan.” Shoving past his older brother, Jeno pushes past a few bodies. Running out of church behind you.

“I didn’t watch the porn because there was a watermelon in it…BUT there was a watermelon in it…” Mark’s eyes lift expecting to see you and Jeno. Too engrossed in his favorite snack. Haechan staring at him dumb founded.

“This is exactly why I don’t believe in God.” Haechan’s head shakes, teeth clicking. Nudging the woman at his side to agree with him. “He’s my distant cousin. Emphasis on distant.”

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“Hey! Wait up!” Jeno catches up to you easily. Long legs sprinting out faster than you were moving. Hand wrapping around your arm, revealing your wet tear stained face with a turn. His face instantly falling, chest moving up and down returning to a regular breathing pace.

“It’s ok..” hands lift covering your face. You should be accustomed to this sensation of embarrassment by now. Hunching in, sobbing harder the more it settles in. Humiliating deeper because it wasn’t some secret you could live with. Jeno knew exactly how easily you walked into his brothers trap.

His hands shook, staying still in the air near your head. Internally resisting the immediate urge to comfort you. Arms dropping, hands flopping down by his sides. Lips pursing annoyed he couldn’t bring himself to even touch you. The fact was- you weren’t interested in him. You were another broken girl, crying at his feet over Haechan. Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, from watching you break down. From knowing why you were in such pain. Who knew either way, Jeno wasn’t going to admit it.

“I can.. take you home..”

His delicate rasp reaches your ears past muffled cries. Pouting, rubbing your palms across wet heated cheeks. Reminding yourself in the back of your mind how you probably looked like shit. The last way you’d prefer for Jeno to see you, not that it mattered.

“Don’t wanna go home..” you sigh into your hands, shoulders shaking trying to control yourself. “Dad’s home..”

Jeno looks around, eyes falling on his bike under a large tree. Shaded from the bright daytime sun. Mouth lifting to one side, he could take you to the diner? The book shop was closed on Sundays to prioritize mass.. or maybe..

“I got a place..” Jeno pulls your wrist. Sad face reveal causing another type of tight clench in his chest. “Come with me.”

Gently leading you toward his bike, unclasping the helmets attached along the back. The memory of riding attached to his back still drawing impure thoughts to your mind. No idea who you even were anymore. Riding around on the back of an attractive boys motorcycle. Losing your virginity in church of all places.

Arms circling around his flat stomach. Jeno smelled nice, clean and fresh. Nothing too strong, your nose tempted to dive in with a deep inhale. Opting to rest your chin on his broad upper back where it dipped down the middle. Not bothering to question where he was going to take you, grateful he even cared.

He cared.

“What is this place?” You cautiously stepped forward. Looking down the ledge of the cliff Jeno had brought you to. Setting the helmets back on the bar attached at the end of his bike.

“I guess I come here to get away.” He shrugs, moving to stand by your side. “Small town, not many places to go. It’s hard when you’ve lived here all your life, everyone thinks they know you..”

“Yea..” guilt gnaws away at your gut. You were no different from everyone else. Like your mother looking at Jeno with preconceived notions, judgement. “It’s hard when you’re the town pastor’s son, I can only imagine..”

“Pft.. cause he’s so innocent. Somehow brain washed everyone into forgetting he cheated, knocked up my mom while still married to Haechan’s..”

“Oh…” scuffing your boots nervously against dirt. Sparing glances Jeno’s way. Chiseled jaw having you ready to swoon like some sad teenager passing her crush in the hallway. Mind so far away distracted, screaming at yourself that Jeno’s trying to have a deep conversation with you. “I didn’t uh…know that about your dad.”

“He just lucked out my mom didn’t tell anyone about the church intern fresh out of high school that she filed divorce papers over..” Jeno says, removing his jacket. Holding it open for you with a questioning look. Your eyes widen, immediately caving in a moment of weakness. Allowing him to drape the material around your shoulders. Fresh scent engulfing your sense of smell.

“You’re really.. nice Jeno. Considering everything, I have to admit I expected you to be more like Haechan..” you express, pulling the jacket around yourself tighter.

“We aren’t that different, growing up together will do that. Someone has to be the scapegoat, unfortunately it’s always me. Typical younger sibling syndrome right?” Jeno rubs his exposed arm, muscle tank revealing bits of tattoo. You nod to his words, unable to picture Jeno and Haechan getting along like two loving brothers.

“Your tattoo… your dad doesn’t know about it right?” You inquire, returning to topic back to Jeno. Ready to forget his brothers existence, at least for the time being.

“Oh yea..he’d probably ship me off to Jerusalem, peace core or some shit.” Jeno laughs, pushing the loose cut off sleeve up. Further exposing the evil creature blaring into your vision.

“Why a demon?”

“Why not right? I lost my faith in religion when my dad kept coming up with new excuses for why his sins were forgiven. God isn’t real anyway.” Jeno finishes. Eyes narrowing, expecting a reaction from you.

“I think you’re right actually..” you nod, softly smiling. Awestruck eyes staring into yours, satisfied. “..I should probably get home. Didn’t even tell my mom I was leaving. She’s gonna be so pissed..”

“Ah yea..can’t have that. She’s pretty intense huh?” Jeno scratches his throat anxiously. The voice in the back of his mind yelling at him to do something now. “..I’ll take you home.”

You take languid drawn out steps together. Tension surging between your bodies like electric shocks. Jeno reaching for his helmet. Fingers hesitating to open the clasp.

“Can I ask you something?” he looks away, teeth digging at his bottom lip. Was that nerves?

“Of course” you promptly respond, bouncing on your toes.

“If Haechan..hadn’t.. I don’t know, gotten to you first..” Jeno cringes. Focusing his eyes on the ground. Ending his curiosity there, struggling with his hope that you’d ever like him.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow, moving in, closing the space between your bodies. Jeno’s eyes meet yours, giving away the intent behind his question. “..you..why are you asking? You don’t..”

“It’s nothing, forget it.” Jeno’s head shakes, realization hitting you. Guys like Jeno never gave you the time of day..

“Would you have?” Boldly your hand lands on his, pulling fingers away from the helmet. Still wearing his jacket, could you be more oblivious?

“I wanted to..” those words are all it takes. Pushing up on your toes, lips smashing on his. Fever like heat raising your confidence to go for it. Jeno’s been good to you- the cold demeanor a cover up for how painfully shy you make him.

Hands find your hips, pressing you against the seat of his bike. Ass digging into the warm leather, jacket falling from your shoulders. Jeno kissing you back needy, full of desperation, loud breaths passing through his nose. Finger nails scraping the material of your dress, gathering the fabric up. Skin rubbing on the sun kissed bike under you. He presses in, tongue flicking out, asking for permission to enter. Fisting the cotton shirt on his chest in a wrinkled mess. Mouth parting so fast, too fast. Wet tongues eagerly meeting, rolling against the roof of your mouth.

Jeno’s groans are hot, raspy and deep. Affecting you quickly, sinking back on the bike when his hips roll between your thighs. Hard on tenting angrily in tight jeans. Grinding against your soaking core.

“God I..” Jeno mumbles on your lips, lapping spit across your mouth. His own pouting out cutely, blood tinted lips shining in outdoor light. “I really…whoa..fuck..”

“Jeno..” your arms lift, wrapping around his neck. Bringing your bodies together impossibly close. Pained moan trapped in his throat, thrusting in anguish. Craving to bend you over on his bike, slap your ass and fuck you until you can’t even remember his brothers name.

Jeno’s thumb shoves between your wet mouth, tongue swirling around. Groaning louder with another crushing thrust. Cock screaming for release, working up a faster speed. Demanding movements bouncing you on the bike. Eyes falling shut sucking at his thumb, picturing the length prodding at your walls sitting heavy in your mouth instead. Both of you growing needier with each dry hump against each other. Calves finding Jeno’s hips, lifting yourself up writhing against the hard fabric of his worn jeans.

“You feel so good..fuck..” Jeno captures your upper lip, sucking harshly. Hips growing furious, thigh muscles flexing tightly. Dragging sweet panted moans out of you, thumb opening your mouth. Saliva drooling past both of your lips messily, chins coated in each other.

“Please..” you whimper, pleading. Unsure what you could be begging for. Jeno nods reassuringly, gripping the back of your neck. Hand falling from your mouth, finding space between your legs. Drenched underwear shoved aside, sliding long fingers up and down. Catching your wetness, palm covered, landing loudly on your mound. Jeno finding your clit, pressing down hard. Surprised scream releasing from your chest. Tongue covering your exposed neck, nipping at dips.

“Can I?” Jeno’s fingers prod your opening up entrance. Head nodding rapidly, eyes wide. Gliding past your convulsing walls. Groaned curses repeating from his lips, finding way deep inside of you. Slender pretty hands working you to a heightened pleasure. Jeno continuously licking around your jaw, catching parted lips in bites. Hard enough to leave you a swelling pained mess, lips pursing out asking for more.

He lets your neck go, face dropping, forehead hitting his shoulder. Tattoo coming to life so close up, licking the expanse inked skin. Jeno grits his teeth, whimpering with squeezed eyes. Hand squeezing your hip, fingers jabbing in and out. Thumb circling your clit with expertise, nothing innocent in his touches.

He squirms on your thigh, member begging to fuck you open. Resisting to need for himself, fully focused on getting you off. Enjoying the way your eyes roll, tongue hung out letting your mind succumb to his touches.

Your hips jump up, wriggling into the thrusts of his fingers. Reaching far deep within, hitting every delicious spot. Lips landing together in a bruising sloppy kiss, muffling strained moans. Jeno’s thumb pressing down just right on your clit, precise fingers hitting where you need him in repeated motions. Trembling around him, walls gripping tightly. Jeno’s motions slowing down, letting the climax high wash over you. Softly tracing kisses atop your burning cheeks, staggering down to your neck. Soft nips turning into hard bites, leaving marks of himself behind.

“I..” Jeno’s forehead rolls over yours, skin dragging against his. Nose nudging gently at you, nerves still clouding his sense. Hard breaths landing on your face, eyes finding yours, mind returning back to you. “I want.. I like you.. I need…..I want..to take you out, like…date out...”

You nod a bit too excited, nose hitting his. Jeno’s stressed words making you clench up around his fingers yet again. Another pained groan blended into a sigh sounding around you. “I want that so bad Jeno.. I really want you.”

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“What brings you in to confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his spit.

“Separately Pastor!” You shriek out. Fingers stopping your lips, wondering if Pastor would recognize your voice. It’s not as if you spent time speaking to each other much..

“Well..” Pastor Lee’s throat clears, adjusting the collar tightening around his neck. “That’s..good to hear. Are you planning to wed one of these men?”

“Wed?! Like marry?” Your forehead creases, thinking it over. It was way too early to even consider such a thing. “I’m not pregnant pastor!”

“That’s…that’s good news my child.” Pastor audibly swallows. Sweat gathering at his hairline. “You..wish to know what the bible has to say about this?

“Am I going to hell if I choose to…have intercourse with both of them? I’ve only slept with one..”

“Only?” The pastor sounds flabbergasted. Gulping down another loud breath of air. “You won’t go to..hell over this. You need to repent for your mistakes none the less. God is good, and forgiving.”

“So, I’m not going to hell right?” Your frazzled tone sounds around the booth. Growing frustrated the longer he skirts around your questions.

“Yes my child, of course God does, but!-…”

“….God forgives all right? Like…God will love and forgive me even if I do happen to…somehow…you know..fornicate with uhm..” you chew on your thumb nail, catching yourself ready to say- ‘your sons’. “..siblings?”

Pastor Lee becomes frantic on the other side of the confessional booth. Fingers quickly turning through thin pages of his bible. Murmuring sounds of ‘uhm’ between, buying extra time to find an explainable excuse for why you absolutely should not do such a thing.

“Now my child.. yes God loves you, of course. I cannot say he would approve of you doing this! What about the brothers bond you could end up destroying?? That would be greed and lust! Those are sins child, sins!” Pastor Lee exasperates. Patting a handkerchief along his sweating forehead. Small towns hardly ever brought him confessions this extreme.

“Pastor, did you not have sex out of wedlock once too?.. more than once! With two different women! Does God approve of that?” You sit up straight. Hand slapping over your mouth after speedily replying. Shit, God probably didn’t care much for this conversation, that’s for damn sure..

“Child of God! now..” the pastor continues, avoiding your accusations. “Are you going to go through with this regardless of what excerpt from the bible I give you?”

“Yes father…I believe so..I really like this guy..” you timidly say. The thought that the pastor could have you in mind making your stomach turn.

“Well then..” with a heavy dissatisfied sigh, Pastor Lee continues. “Twenty hail Marys and Fifty our fathers should do it.”

“Fifty?!” your mouth falls open, disbelief stricken by the idea of sitting here for the next three hours repeating prayers.

“Make that seventy child. Ten for each seven deadly sin.”

You pause for a moment, hand on the door knob ready to exit. Mouth gaped considering asking what the bible says about losing your virginity in church. A minute of contemplation later, you decide it’s best to add another fifty hail Mary’s.

“Thank you so much Pastor Lee!”

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It felt a little scary, but fun, getting ready for your date with Jeno. Of course you still wanted to leave an impression, even with his confession.

Repeating it in your mind over and over again: A. Date. With. Jeno.

Holy fucking shit. What alternative universe had you stumbled into moving to live here. Maybe the best way to get over someone really was by getting under someone else…younger brother and all. God had to be real if this was how your love life was playing out.

Walking up to Jeno, he was a complete vision. Black messy hair pointing different directions, as if he just ruffled it and said ‘good enough’. Leather jacket all too tight over his defined rippling biceps, like a second skin. Silver chain necklaces shining under the sunset across the orange red sky behind him. Hoops adorning his ears making the sparkle in his eyes come to life. The large steel ball chain necklace catching your eye against his pale thick neck. Imagining him on top of you coated in a sheen of sweat. Cold chains dangling down on your skin..

“Isn’t this… your brothers car?!?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of sockets asking the question. Drawn out of the quick fantasy you’d almost drifted into. The cherry black trans am practically glowing behind Jeno.

“It is, isn’t it..” Jeno’s smile lifts into his eyes. Fingers waving around a set of keys mid-air. “Who do you think Haechan learned how to pick pocket from? Still no match to the king.”

Jeno unlocks the car, opening up the passenger door for you. Surprising you first with his tattoos.. now this. Maybe he wasn’t the innocent cute younger brother you’d perceived him as all this time.

The engine sounded alive, Jeno pulling out of your driveway. Better looking than any heart throb you’d see on some terrible basic cable teen drama. Arm reaching around the space between your bodies. Other stretched in front of him. Long fingers attached to pretty veins flexing around the spinning steering wheel. All he had to do was grab your thigh to set you bursting up in flames. Stealing subtle looks at him picturing the tattoo adorning his perfectly sculpted shoulder.

“Haechan doesn’t know you borrowed his car I’m guessing? Won’t he be mad?” You wonder out loud. Jeno’s smile spreading into his cheeks. Eyes squinting under the low sun coming through the windshield. Relaxed in the drivers seat making way down the empty road. Arm closest to you splaying out, fingers wrapping around your exposed leg. Shivers shooting up your heat from where his large palm covers the majority of your visible mid-thigh.

“That’s the plan.”

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Dog Days

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluffy! Summary: You agree to accompany Yelena to the pet shelter so she can look for a dog. While there, though, you lock eyes with the sweetest golden retriever... Natasha ends up coming home to quite the surprise. A/N: Bad title, even worse summary! but what’s new.

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When you woke up that morning, you hadn’t expected that by the afternoon you’d be standing in what felt like a sea of dogs. In fact, you knew for a cold hard fact you weren’t supposed to be in this position.

Earlier in the week, Yelena had finally announced she was committing to getting a dog, a task she had been hemming and hawing about for months. Naturally, you and Natasha were pretty excited for her. It felt like you two were becoming aunts in some sort of way. Natasha then offered to go to the shelter with Yelena and the plans had been made.

But come the morning of and Natasha was whisked away to a meeting or something. You didn’t know, you weren’t an Avenger — you only dated one.

You broke the news to Yelena that morning when she came to pick up Natasha. There was a tinge of disappointment written on her face but she did her best to keep up that unbothered persona. It never worked on you when your girlfriend did it and it certainly wasn’t working now with her sister. After a short debate with yourself, you had impulsively grabbed your purse and told Yelena you’d go with her. She didn’t fight you on it.

And that was how you ended up being pestered by dog after dog after dog. They seemed to be never-ending as you two walked up and down the aisles of the local shelter. There were big ones, small ones. Loud ones, shy ones. Puppies and seniors. Each and every one of them looked up at you with the sweetest eyes. It was starting to become concerning how much your heart ached for these little guys. But you weren’t here for yourself — no way, that was never the plan — and instead directed your attention to pointing out potential adoptees for Yelena.

She was quick to shut down your chihuahua suggestion which, well, was sort of reasonable. Yelena didn’t come off as the type. Then you passed some cages of great danes but those were a little on the too big side. Another fair point, they could be tough to corral.

Then you two stumbled upon the German shepherds. You don’t think you’d ever seen Yelena’s eyes light up so much. If falling in love at first sight was a thing with dogs, it happened at that moment you observed. While Yelena approached the cage to introduce herself to the dog, you stepped around looking at the others in the area.

That was when you had your own love at first sight moment. There, in the cage right next to the dog Yelena was looking at, was the sweetest, happiest golden retriever you had ever seen. He perked up immediately as you stepped towards the cage, tail wagging happily, mouth opened to what looked like to be a smile. As weird as that fact sounded, it felt true. This dog certainly looked happy to see you. The feeling was mutual.

Carefully, you stuck your hand between the cage bars and the dog sniffed you out. Within seconds he was licking you, a silent greeting and acceptance. It was over for you then and Yelena apparently had picked up on it.

"Natasha is going to have quite the surprise for her once she gets home," she laughed, watching you pet the dog as well as you could between the bars.

You bit your lip, holding back your own laugh. "It’s not like I can just walk away."

"Of course not."

"That’d be cruel."

"I agree."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "You just want me in trouble."

Yelena shrugged. "I do think it can be amusing hearing you and my sister bicker."

"Oh, just worry about your own dog," you shooed her away. She turned back to the German shepherd, letting out another laugh. The shepherd barked.

When Yelena found a volunteer to begin the adoption process, you followed as well. Like your feet had a mind of their own. Or maybe it was your heart. Whatever it was, you just knew you hadn’t expected your day to go as such.

***

It was very clear that Natasha also hadn’t expected the day to go the way it did.

It was close to midnight when the apartment door opened. You and the new dog, which you had found was named Sparky, were still up playing with the variety of new toys you had purchased for him. After adopting the golden retriever, you realized, well, you had nothing for him. He wasn’t technically supposed to be in the back of the car, looking around all excitedly, if today had gone the way it was meant to.

You stopped by a pet store on the way back which Sparky was very, very excited about. You found he was very kind with other dogs and got overly excited about anything flavored with bacon. You even let him pick out his own toys which led to quite the array of items.

You had just bounced a ball for Sparky to chase when you noticed a presence in the entryway of the living room. You nearly jumped out of your skin, still not used to the way your assassin girlfriend could be so stealthy.

"Nat, hello!" You exclaimed as if everything was normal and this was a very typical night. She didn’t look impressed standing with her arms crossed, eyes darting every now and then to the golden retriever who was now prancing back to you with the ball.

"What’s going on here?" She asked slowly, curiously. Sparky finally noticed Natasha and trotted over, trying to say hello. Your girlfriend looked a bit unsure, to say the least.

"Um, that’s Sparky the Golden Retriever," you explained, motioning to the dog still waiting for Natasha to pet him. She patted his head gently.

"I see that," she nodded. "I guess I’m asking… What’s he doing in our apartment?"

You stood from the floor and took a few steps towards your girlfriend. You discarded the toy in your hand, trying to figure out how to really explain everything now. "Well, you see, after you went to that meeting this morning, I told Yelena I’d go with her to the shelter."

Natasha nodded, encouraging you to go on.

You sighed. "I-I didn’t plan on it, obviously, but I saw Sparky in the cage and I just… Oh, Nat. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me. He’s so sweet. We got along right away and he seemed so excited to meet me… I couldn’t just leave him there!"

Natasha let out a light laugh, completely abandoning her angry girlfriend persona to finally kneel to the golden retriever’s height. She scratched behind his ears which earned a happy sigh from the dog. "Of course you couldn’t leave a face like this."

You let out your own sigh of relief and kneeled down as well. Hesitantly, you asked, "You’re not upset?"

Natasha shrugged. "I was certainly surprised," she admitted, "but I think I should’ve known this would happen."

"Excuse me?" You let out a faux surprise gasp. Natasha chuckled.

"Well, when I knew I couldn’t go I figured you’d step in," she explained. "You are absolutely hopeless when it comes to resisting animals. It was just a matter of time until I came home to this."

You smiled at her analysis of you. Ever the spy, can never turn it off. "Yelena was no help either in the situation. She definitely persuaded me but she was just banking on us arguing over it."

That made Natasha let out the most joyous laugh. You couldn’t help your smile getting bigger at her finding the situation amusing. "I expect nothing less from her," Natasha said.

You nodded in agreement. "Thank gosh it worked out," you said and began petting Sparky’s back. He was stuck between a shower of love and was taking in every second of it, tongue hanging out in happiness, eyes shut in content. "I was worried you’d make me return him."

Your girlfriend shook her head. "That’d be impossible." She sighed, "I can’t believe I’m now a… What do they call that? A dog mom?"

You gasped, a lightbulb going off in your head. "We could get little dog mom shirts made. Sparky could even get his own bandana. We’d have matching family outfits."

Natasha raised her hand, wordlessly asking you to slow down. "Please don’t push it, dear."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Fine," you shrugged, "but you can’t control what I get you for Christmas."

As if he understood, Sparky let out a bark in agreement.

Natasha sighed. "I’m outnumbered now, aren’t I?"

Sparky turned towards you, giving your cheek what felt like a million licks. Through your laughter, you confirmed your girlfriend’s suspicion.

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