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bratzforchris · 20 days

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Goldfish

Summary: Matt has a chronic illness that the nurses at his local clinic are all too familiar with. The new nurse in town hasn't had a chance to meet him yet, but what happens when she does?

Pairing: Matt x nursefem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of needles and blood, chronic illness, use of medical steroids, flirty nurse!reader (this is all fiction!), Matt is 20/reader is 23, Matt has a service dog!!

Word Count: Just over 2k

A/N: This is lowkey inspired by the experience I had a few days ago with a flirty nurse while I was in the ER (I'm still thinking about him--had me giggling n kicking my feet n shit like I was in a rom com [this is definitely a story time]). ANYWAY, Matt has PFAPA (my chronic illness!) here. It's usually a childhood thing, but some rare cases like myself don't grow out of it. You can read more about it here, if you'd like. Enjoy!!

Matt Sturniolo is all too familiar with his local pediatric emergency room. In fact, he’s been there so many times that the nurses have started to treat him as less of a patient, and more of a friend. “Hey Matt!”, “How’s YouTube going, Matt?”, “I remember you!”, “I saw you last time!”, and the list went on. Some might ask why he still went there at almost 21, but when you had a chronic illness, it was best to see the people who had been caring for you for years if you could. These nurses had been caring for him at least once a month, ever since he was 12, and were usually quite skilled in how to manage the brunette’s comfort.

Matt had PFAPA, which left him with high fevers and extremely sore, almost strep like sore throats every month. It was a miserable thing to live, and it really impacted his happiness, especially on days like today when he was having one of the worst flare ups he’d had in a long time and both Nick and Chris were unable to come along with him to the doctor. Luckily for Matt, he had his service dog, Emily, with him, but he still longed for a human companion as well. While some people wondered why he ‘needed’ a service dog, Matt’s disability was invisible. Emily would let him know when his flare ups were starting as well as laying on him to soothe his body aches and chills and helping with his anxiety at doctor visits.

The nurse tech took him into the back rather quickly, running their usual tests of strep, the flu, and COVID. About 98% of the time, they would all come back negative, but the hospital staff liked to do all they could to make Matt more comfortable. Sure enough, the nurse practitioner stepped in about 30 minutes later, a sad look on her face.

“How are you feeling, Matt?”

Matt shrugged, grimacing as his throat ached when he swallowed. “‘M not great.” he murmured, petting his pup’s head softly as the anxiety welled in his chest.

“Well, everything came back negative,” she told, a sad look on her face. “We can test you for mono, though. You have a lot of the symptoms for that. That one is a blood test. We’re also going to give you an IV since you’re dehydrated.”

That sentence alone made him want to cry. Despite the tattoos and piercings he had, Matt hated medical needles. They hurt and they freaked him out. Sensing his anxiety, Emily scooted closer to Matt, whining softly and butting his leg with her head. Matt pet the dog’s head softly, steadying himself to get his breath. “Okay…” he breathed, steadying himself.

The nurse practitioner patted his leg gently, hurrying out of the room to attend to her other patients. Matt began to panic, his breathing rapidly increasing as tears welled in his eyes. He didn’t want any of this. He just wanted them to tell him what was wrong so he could get some meds, go home, and sleep. Patting the bed he was laying on gently, Emily hopped up, curling into Matt’s side. The pooch rested her head on her owner’s chest, subconsciously working to slow the brunette’s heart rate.

A few minutes later, another nurse and a lab tech stepped into the small room he was in, holding a tray full of supplies. Matt squeezed his eyes shut tightly at the sight, already dreading the feeling of getting blood drawn. Both healthcare workers were very kind, of course, whispering soft nothings to him as they patted his leg and prepared to draw his blood. They promised him that the procedure would be quick and easy, but those words never mixed well with a chronic illness.

“Your vein rolled because you’re dehydrated. We’re going to have to draw from your other arm.” the lab tech informed him.

“O…kay.” Matt whispered shakily, trying to get his breath and the feeling in his hand back.

The brunette knew that it was okay to cry, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. He was a grown man, laying here in a kid’s hospital room, trying not to cry while they tried to draw his blood again in his right arm. Unfortunately for Matt, the dehydration he was experiencing from his extremely sore throat caused his vein to roll again.

“Oh sweetheart,” the nurse said sympathetically, patting his leg. “We’re going to give you a minute, okay? Let’s get some water and Gatorade in you before we try again.”

Matt just nodded as he was passed a mini water bottle and a cherry Gatorade. He was hearing their words, but honestly, he didn’t care. All he knew was that he was going to be poked and prodded again, and he didn’t like it. Emily snuggled into his side, whining softly and brushing her sandpaper tongue against her owner’s arm, trying desperately to get Matt to feel better.

“Alright, honey,” the sweet, older nurse stepped into Matt’s room again, holding a fresh tub of supplies to draw his blood. “Let’s try it in your left hand, okay?”

Because chronic illness never made things easy, the third time was still a failure, leaving Matt with an already bruising hand and tears pricking his eyes. Before he knew it, he was being shoved a packet of goldfish crackers, a popsicle, and more water, being informed that he had to eat before they could try again. The snacks felt like swallowing shrapnel, making the boy cringe every time he had to swallow.

“Hello, oldest patient of the day!” You cheered, practically walking into Matt’s room on a cloud of glitter.

Matt jumped in shock, petting his dog’s head to calm his racing heart. “...hi…” he mumbled.

“They called me in for backup,” You explained, a smile on your face. You absolutely loved nursing, and every day at your job truly felt like a gift. You’d graduated from nursing school last year at the top of your class and had been working in the pediatric emergency room ever since. It wasn’t every day that you had a patient who was 20, but you didn’t mind. “We’re getting this blood draw this time so you can get the fuck out of here,” You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Shit, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind if I curse.”

For the first time all day, a small giggled made its way out of Matt’s mouth. “No, I’m okay.”

“I see you have a buddy,” You commented. “That’s nice.”

“She helps my…anxiety.” Matt seemingly chose his words carefully, but they still made you smile. It was clear that the boy had a bond with his pup.

“I’m gonna look at your tonsils first so we can get you some medicine to help you swallow and then we’ll draw your blood, okay?” You asked, wanting to make sure your patient was comfortable with everything.

At the mention of a blood draw, Matt’s blue eyes widened with anxiety, his body becoming visibly tense. You had become in tune with this, sliding on a pair of pink latex gloves and patting the soft material of the pajama pants on his knee.

“Hey, look at me,” You murmured softly, waiting for his response. Once Matt had looked at you, you chugged on. “We’re just chilling, okay? I’m not going to do anything yet.”

Matt nodded, letting out an anxious breath he’d been holding. “Okay.” he whispered.

You grabbed the flashlight to look in his throat off the wall. “Alright, I’m pretty sure you know the drill,” You chuckled. “Open and say ‘ahhh!’...oh yeah, you’ve got an icky throat. That looks like it hurts. Although…did you have a blue popsicle? You’ve got blue tonsils. It’s rather endearing.”

Matt flushed, his ears going red as he nodded. You smiled softly, throwing away the cap and hanging the flashlight back on the wall. You gave the boy the steroidal liquid the nurse practitioner had drawn up for him to ease the swelling in his throat, a blush creeping onto your face as Matt scrunched his eyes up at the disgusting taste, quite literally making grabby hands for his Gatorade.

“Fuck, that’s gross.” he whined.

“At least you got it over with!” You hummed cheerfully, in a small aim to make him feel better. “Unfortunately, it’s time for the bad part, but we can make it a little less shitty if you want? Maybe you could play me some music? Something you like, okay?”

Matt fiddled with his phone for a moment before landing on Dominic Fike’s latest release. You smiled at the lyrics, releasing this was one of your favorite songs at the moment. You prepped the materials needed to finally get Matt’s blood drawn for the mono test, patting his knee gently in an effort to calm his trembling frame as he rubbed his pup’s head.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” You whispered shyly, setting him up for the procedure. “You’ve got goldfish in your teeth–it’s really cute.” You giggled, your own cheeks becoming red.

The brunette whined, breathing deeply as you began to draw his blood. “That’s embarrassing.” he grunted.

A few deep breaths and small, sad noises later, you had finally gotten the sample needed. “We got it!” You told Matt excitedly, placing a Barney band aid across the site. “All done!”

You bustled around the room, making sure Matt was comfortable, throwing away your supplies, and making notes on your clipboard. You helped the boy drink water and got him (and Emily) a blanket, before taking his samples down to the lab to get checked out. By the time everything was said and done, an hour had passed and Matt was asleep against the small bed when you knocked on his door.

“Hey sleepyhead,” You giggled, stepping into the room. “Nice nap?” Matt fisted his eyes, nodding as you went over his discharge instructions. You always hated releasing patients with no explanations or answers as to why they felt so bad, but in cases like Matt’s, that wasn’t always possible. Your best bet was to make him as comfortable as possible here. “Do you have any questions?”

The brunette shook his head, finally able to speak now that the steroids were beginning to work their magic on his throat. “No, but thank you. You’ve been the best nurse I’ve had all day…maybe even ever.”

You blushed at the compliment, helping the boy stand since you knew he was already exhausted, dehydrated, and lightheaded from having his blood drawn. “Do you need help getting to your car? I actually just got off.” You murmured shyly, glancing at the clock on the wall.

Despite Matt’s steadiness on his feet and his grip on Emily’s leash, the blue-eyed boy nodded all the same, a quietly flustered look crossing his face. You smiled yourself, maneuvering Matt out to his car with a firm, yet gentle hand on his lower back. Thankfully, the waiting room had quieted down quite a bit now that it was nearing the evening, so no one questioned or pulled you away from walking Matt out. It was a slow trek with your patient being a bit unsteady on his feet, but you didn’t mind. Matt’s presence made you happy in an odd sort of way; you hated that he wasn’t well and that this would continue to happen for him, but you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking about seeing him again.

“I um…I hope this isn’t weird, but I would really like to see you again. Maybe another time? When you’re not in pain?” You coughed and chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiled as he slid into the driver’s seat, rubbing his aching head that was seemingly getting better just by being around you. “I’d like that,” he offered. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Matt didn’t end up leaving his trip to the hospital with many answers beside the usual ‘It’s your chronic illness’, but what he did end up leaving with was your phone number scribbled onto a pink sticky note that he had been given in the parking lot.

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pedge-page · 4 months

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Joel dealing with preggo wife #7. 5 Special where Joel DOES get you the dog

Decided Olive from the Esquire shoot will be Spoon because LOOK AT THAT PRECIOUS BABY

Notes: Joel's wifu is never not gonna be pregnant but hypothetically this is a snippet if Joel does decide to follow through after his promise in part 7. Again, not part of main timeline or series but would take place in future after the baby is born:

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Flash forward after your pregnancy, when your healthy little girl is already over one-year-old and Joel can just now barely trust Tommy to babysit her without assistance …

True to his word, Joel brings you to the local pound. You bounce giddily in the passenger seat of the truck with more energy than you’ve had in the last 18 months.

"Ya know, you're almost more excited to get a dog than when we brought our own baby home."

"Gee I wonder if it had anything to do with a 9 hour labor and then splitting my vagina apart, not sleeping for 3 days and then having to wear a pad the size of Africa as she cried the entire ride home?"

He shivers at the thought, remembering how your temper due to sleep deprivation was at its worst yet. "Yeah. Yeah good point."

You both peruse through the sad, shaking little animals behind the serilized gates, and you almost want to burst into tears and leave. But he takes your hand and you both listen closely as the handler explains each story. How they were rescued, their recovery stories, certain needs and comforts, whether they’d be comfortable with children.

You find one who’s chipper to have an audience today, eagerly sniffing you through the gate and wagging his tail.

“Oh, Joel!”

Joel glances at the clipboard on his cage, noting the name: Tommy.

“Hell no.”

“Oh come on, he’s perfect! Already part of the family!”

“Aint letting a dog named after my brother lick your face, hump your leg, and steal you away from me every night. No way.”

The handler comes over and apologies: “Tommy actually already has a family coming to pick him up tomorrow, so he’s not available.”

“Ha!” Joel puts his hands on his hips with a sassy head tilt. “Good—for the dog of course,” he adds to the annoyed handler.

Then Joel finds an anxious little dog whos previous owner had died with no one to look after her. You two sit in the room for a while, quiet and calm and patient until the mut finds the courage, tail tucked between her legs, to rest her chin on your knee. You come in and visit Spoon, as she's appropriately named given how much she likes to conform to your leg and rest, every day for the week before you're absolutely sure she's coming home. And just like that, you two adopt her into the Miller house.

At first Spoon isn't sure of the new home, and especially unsure of the interesting smells coming from the small human in the crib but eventually she quietly relaxes.

Joel was pretty quick to establish rules that would be absolute BS.

"No dog on the couch" well that went out the window week 1. "No dog on the bed" yeah fuck that by week 3. "No food of the plate" bitch you JUST saw him give her the rest of his lasagna.

You had to scold him about giving her too much shit food for her health.

By week four, you started to notice that Spoon is taking a real liking to Joel.

More than she likes you. And Joel is eating it up. Belly rubs, cuddles, even training responses are better suited with Joel than with you. Spoon pretty much only comes to you when she feels like it, never when called. Never sits for you. She's sweet, but pretty much ignores you. And it's kinda fucking--upsetting that your dog is stealing your mans.

Until you find out the dog speaks Spanish.

"That's not fair!" You shout to Joel as Spoon excellently heeds and sits to Joel's every command, tail whipping excitedly with each praise--all in Spanish.

"Its not my fault, honey."

"You KNEW"

"How would I have known?"

Ok, fair point.

And you're kinda pissed but it's so adorable watching Joel really love and train this dog--basically everything he said he wouldn't do cuz it was supposed to be "your" dog.

And while you were scared to introduce her to the baby, Spoon acted like a pro--extremely gentle, happy tamed wags as her big head and wide eyes perched on her petite feet and watched with curious quiet eyes for hours as she slept soundly. She adapted to true guard duty better than even Joel, especially when you would breastfeed, or burp her, or just sway her in your arms. Spoon watched and kept a tight perimeter that not even Joel could intercept when it was Baby duty.

Then one day on her own, while you're reading a book on the couch, Spoon drags her body over and rests on your lap. Always looks at you, presses her snout into your stomach and lies there for hours. And it's so cute, until she's preventing Joel from coming close to you, growling protectively, and keeps being a guard dog for you whether the baby was there or not.

"The hell is wrong with her?" Joel asks, being shoved off to the less-than-deseriable side of the couch.

You shrug and stroke Spoon's ears.

It's not until you go to the doctor with woozy symptoms and an upset stomach that you figure out why Spoon's behavior towards you changed:

You're pregnant again.

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cjsoleil · 3 months

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Fallen Like Stars and Raindrops (Seungmin x Reader)

Summary: Seungmin is the baseball star at their university and his girlfriend loves him more than anything, even though she doesn’t like the sport.

Warnings: Smut

Authors note: So I wrote this just because there are a lot of works that perceive Seungmin as more mean, which is fine, but I wanted to write him being soft and sweet with a lot of fluff. Enjoy.

Baseball is one of the most boring sports in the world. Well, for Y/N, all sports are boring, but especially baseball. When she tells people this, they always ask the same question.

“How could you say that?”

Their shock is understandable, she is dating the star baseball player at their university. Y/N responds with,

“Watching baseball is boring. Watching Seungmin play baseball is not. It’s an entirely different thing.” It doesn’t make much sense, but watching Seungmin play baseball is really just watching him do something he loves. If Seungmin loved to watch paint dry, Y/N would be right beside him, enjoying herself as the glisten of the walls disappeared.

Despite not loving the sport, Y/N loves going to all of Seungmin’s games. Loves how happy he is, loves the way he looks for his girl in the crowd, clad in his old jersey that is too big for her with his number 07 on the back. Seungmin grins at her and she rolls her eyes with a smile. Seungmin always looks for her after a good pitch or when he returns to home base. Like a dog looking to his owner for praise. Y/N holds up her camera, taking a picture before blowing a kiss and waving him off.

At the end of the game and after Seungmin finishes changing, he runs back out to meet up with Y/N. He will either hug her quickly, since neither of them love public affection, and tell her that he and the team are going out to celebrate their win. He’ll invite her to come and maybe she will, depending on her mood. Or he will choose to ditch the team to hang out with her instead, not that they mind. Today it’s the latter.

“Next time you drive.” Y/N comments from behind the wheel of her car, “You only learn by practicing, baby.” She’s been teaching Seungmin to drive. He hates driving, but she insists it’s a necessary skill. Her hand lays on top of Seungmin’s on the stick shift. It’s for muscle memory she tells him, when they both know she really just wants to hold his hand.

“So you had a good game? I saw you won.” Seungmin nods.

“Yeah.” He shifts in his seat, “I kind of wish it lasted longer.”

“Still full of energy?” He hums in agreement. Seungmin is a person who is very calm, but can be very restless at times. Y/N taps her fingers on the wheel a few times as an idea pops into her head.

“I know a way to help you with that.”

Y/N is not athletic. She does not play sports, she doesn’t like sports. Despite this, she finds herself in this situation a lot.

“Come here, pretty lady.” Seungmin smiles and gestures for his girlfriend to come to him with his hand. When she gets close enough, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. They’re at an empty park, throwing around a baseball. It was Y/N’s idea, Seungmin loves playing with her. She knows because she asked him a while back,

“Baby, you’re my favourite person to play with.”

“What a sweetheart, but you don’t have to lie.” He smacked the back of her head very lightly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

Y/N will always let Seungmin teach her how to throw or to use a bat for the hundredth time. It makes him happy, never frustrated or even annoyed no matter how many times he needs to show her how to do something.

Seungmin places a firm kiss on her cheek.

“Like this.” He uses his foot to move her legs apart slightly and puts her into a good throwing position, “You’re getting better, but you need more power to your throws.” He holds her hand with the ball and imitates the motion of throwing it multiple times.

“You don’t need to make excuses to get your hands on me Min.” She teases, tilting her head up to look at him. He rolls his eyes and pulls away, rustling Y/N’s hair before putting his baseball hat on her head. When he’s far enough away, she throws the ball the same way a pitcher would, a really bad pitcher, and he catches it easily.

“That was good right?” Y/N asks as she goes up to him and he shrugs.

“Good for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Generally you're pretty bad-“ Y/N dramatically gasps, cutting him off.

“Ouch. Feels like you stabbed me in the heart Kim Seungmin.” He frowns at her bad acting. They stay at the park until a few drops of rain start to fall, “Looks like it might storm.” Y/N comments, looking at the gray clouds in the sky. She’s happy it didn’t start to rain until after Seungmin’s game, he hates it when they’re canceled, “Let’s go home. Don’t want you to smell like a wet dog.” She failed to dodge the baseball he threw at her.

“Abuse.”

“Idiot.”

Y/N taps her fingers on the steering wheel, listening to Seungmin as he starts to sing along softly to the song. It’s heavy downpour coming down, they’re lucky it didn’t start until after his game. Seungmin’s also lucky, since he got out of driving for the day.

“If baseball doesn’t work out, you could always become an idol.” Y/N tells him after a few minutes, making him laugh, “I’m serious Minnie. Beautiful voice with a face to match. Any company would be lucky to have you.”

“Stop it.” He blushes, looking out the window.

“We wouldn’t be able to be together publicly though. At least not until you went solo. I guess the forbidden, secret romance could be fun at first. But I’d miss you too much. I’d probably have to become a manager just so I could follow you around. Maybe a stylist, I’d make you look so cute, not that you don’t already but-” Seungmin listens as she goes on about the fake scenario.

“Maybe in another life.” He tells her, and seeing they stopped at a red light, he lifts her hand and kisses her palm.

“You think we would still be together?”

“We would.” He answers like it’s obvious, “In whatever fictional or hypothetical lives you make up for us, I love you in every one.” He pauses, before continuing, “If I were to be stuck in a world without you in it, I think I would rather not be there at all.”

“For someone who doesn’t believe in fate, you sure talk like you do.”

“You’re my universe, of course I am with you in every one. ”

The girl shakes her head and pats Seungmin’s hand,

“Shut up before I crash the car.”

Their apartment is small, but it’s enough for the two of them. They used to live on residence, but decided to move in together before the start of third year. They each have their own bedrooms, but Seungmin is the one with a bigger bed. His room is less cluttered as well. On his bed, Y/N lays on her back with Seungmin resting between her legs, head on her stomach. She scrolls on her phone with one hand, running the other one through Seungmin’s fluffy black hair.

“Your stomach is loud.” He tells her, and Y/N pulls his hair in response but doesn’t do anything more. He pulls up her, really his jersey, kisses the bare skin of her stomach.

Y/N reached over to place her phone on the bedside table, knowing where this will lead.

“I won my game today.” He kisses her hip bone, biting softly.

“I know, and I’m proud.” Moving up, he faces Y/N and kisses her for a few seconds before pulling back, smiling against her lips.

“Don’t you think I deserve a prize?” He whispers against her lips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Calling me a prize?” She grins, watching as Seungmin blushes, “You know how to charm me, Min.” Laughing softly, she cups his face,

“Whatever you want, baby.”

She can hear Seungmin inhale sharply, and it’s endearing how flustered he still gets with her. Taking off his sweater first, he reveals his lean torso.

“My eyes are up here.” He teases when he sees Y/N’s stare. She grabs the hem of the jersey she’s wearing, but her hands are pulled away before she can take it off,

“Leave it on.”

“Possessive.” Seungmin can’t defend himself because it’s true. He likes having his girl to herself, and he gets a little jealous when he sees her with her teammates at times, even though he will never admit it.

The athlete moves back to his original position, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist as he kisses and nips along her stomach. When he eventually gets frustrated with the barriers between them, he stands up. In just a few seconds Seungmin is left in only his boxers, Y/N in only a jersey. When he’s back on top of her, he kisses along her neck, leaving a few marks as he moves along. Licking a stripe up her jaw before kissing her lips even after they turn bright red.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, more to himself than to Y/N, “My pretty girl.” Bringing his hands behind her back, he traces the number on the jersey as he has so many times before. It’s long enough to almost reach the girl’s knees, giving a false sense of modesty.

“I love it when you wear my jersey.”

“I like-“ Her breath hitches, feeling Seungmin’s hands wander further down, blunt nails scratching lightly against her lower back, “Like it when you wear them too.” Seungmin smiles as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring the fluttering feeling he gets in his stomach from a simple compliment.

Seungmin sits up and moves off of the girl, resting his back against the headboard. Y/N follows him, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and his hands find their place on her waist. He can’t see it, but he can feel her dampening his boxers, making him moan and rest his head on the girl’s shoulder.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, and it’s almost funny to hear him swear since he doesn’t do so often. His right hand moves down her waist with a feather-like touch until he reaches the intimate spot between Y/N’s legs.

“Minnie-“

“You’re so hot.” Seungmin interrupts, and Y/N can’t tell if he is referring to the way she looks or the actual heat that’s coming from her skin. Probably both.

He’s gentle as he coats a finger in Y/N’s wetness, as he pushes it inside her hole and swallows every sound she makes. He adds another, scissoring his fingers to stretch her out.

“Seungmin.” She pants out, digging her nails into the man’s shoulders when he just grazed that spot inside her, “Min, love, please I’m-“

“Wait.” He adds another finger. moans when he feels her tightening around them,

“Just wait, baby. Just a second.” His fingers slips out of her and he grabs her hips to lift her up slightly. With Y/N’s aid and some awkward shifting, Seungmin manages to remove his last piece of clothing.

“Lay down.” He tells her, pushing her slightly. Once she’s on her back, Seungmin leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, putting it on before he moves back between her legs. With a steady hold on himself, he slowly pushes into Y/N. They moan in unison as he does.

“Tell me when you’re ready, pretty.” After a minute, Y/N taps his back.

“I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t lie.” Nodding, Seungmin plants his forearms on each side of Y/N’s head and moves his hips slowly.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed as Seungmin starts to build a slow rhythm.

“Love you.” He whispers against her neck, kissing the skin there right after.

“Min, faster?” She asks even though she knows what his answer will probably be.

“No.” He pants softly, mouthing at her jaw before kissing her earlobe, “No just- let me go slow.” He grabs one of her hands, intertwining their fingers he repeats,

“Let’s go slow baby.” Y/N whimpers as he hits that special spot head on, but still smiles softly.

Sometimes Seungmin is the opposite of this, fast and almost desperate with his movements. Or he will act as if he has all the time in the world, going painstakingly slow just to be a tease.

Right now though, it’s him being sentimental. Trying to convey the love he has for his girl with every movement of his hips, touch of his fingers and graze of his lips.

Y/N feels a warmth cover the side of her face, thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Look at me.” It’s easier said than done, but she manages to open her eyes to admire the sight above her. Seungmin’s hair sticks to his forehead, skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat.

“Good girl.” He whispers and Y/N runs her fingers over Seungmin’s chest and stomach making him shiver slightly. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling the athlete closer so they’re chest to chest. It really only takes a few more minutes for Seungmin to start to lose his restraint. Despite his previous words, he starts to move faster, practically knocking the breath out of Y/N when he does.

“Seungmin I’m-“ she’s cut off as his mouth covers her’s. Both their lips must be swollen by now and it hurts when Seungmin softly bites her lower one. After pulling away, he shoves his face in Y/N’s neck, bringing one hand down to rub at her clit.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries while throwing her head back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, “Min!” She feels his hand grab hers, intertwining their fingers. He gasps her name and goes a little harder, squeezing her hand.

“Come, please.” He tells her, lifting his head from her neck, “So pretty when you come.” Seungmin slurs out his words and rubs her more harshly, making Y/N jerk her hips and dig her nails into Seungmin’s hand as she falls over the edge, vision going blurry.

With a few quick thrusts, Seungmin finishes with a quiet whimper. He allows himself to rest on top of Y/N, kissing her neck and up her jaw softly. Y/N runs a hand through his hair, before lifting his chin and bringing his lips to hers. After a few moments, having slightly caught his breath, Seungmin pulls out and throws out the condom before falling on his back beside his girl. The two pant whilst staring at the ceiling.

“How are you?” Seungmin asks Y/N, shifting and wrapping his arm around her waist, “Need anything? Want something?” She moves a little, resting her head on his chest and giving him a quick kiss there.

“I’m fine.” Her voice is almost covered because of the rain pelting the windows. She’s lying, she actually is pretty hungry, just unwilling to move. Seungmin runs a hand through her hair just like how she did to him earlier. As he expected, Y/N’s breaths start to steady, indicating that she is almost asleep. He pulls her a little closer to his chest, bending his neck down to peck her shoulder.

“Goodnight my love.” Seungmin whispers before closing his eyes, allowing the sound of rain hitting the window along with the warmth his girl is giving him to lull him to sleep.

“Night Minnie.”

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weirdmorefics · 8 months

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LOL I totally can imagine Crowley teasing Aziraphale about his doppelganger being Y/N's dog! GHCJNCFZZHGNCGKCNJGDSJ

Aziraphale's Secret Twin

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 742

Summary- The reader's dog sitter cancels last minute so they are forced to bring their bichon frise to the bookshop.

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Y/n was running late for their job at the bookshop which wasn't all that unusual because they always stopped for coffee at Give Me Death Or Give Me Coffee first. However, this time was a little different as they had everything ready to go just anxiously waiting for the dog sitter to pick their baby up. Unfortunately, the sitter called just minutes after their usual arrival time that they had the flu and could not make it. Y/n assured them it was fine and wished them a quick recovery.

Y/n squatted down to their dog's eye level, " Now what are we going to do with you today Mr." They ruffled their dog's fluffy head of the dog as the dog smiled widely back.

Y/n only saw one option they would simply bring their dog with them but hide it in their bag. Y/n couldn't possibly leave the pupper alone all day not with the dog's major separation anxiety and tendency to get into the trash.

Y/n tried to walk into the bookshop as quietly as possible but of course, the bell on the door immediately alerted Aziraphale to their presence.

"Good morning, Y/n" He smiled and welcomed them in. "I was thinking the bookshelves could really use a good dusting today," He says motivated and annunciating the word dusting by swinging his arm up.

Y/n felt the dog go to peek its head out of the bag at the new voice and they quickly try to settle the dog lower into the bag with their hand. Crowley who was sitting on the sofa observing your entrance made note of this action.

"Y/n?" Crowley questions you slightly tilting his sunglasses down his nose.

"Yes," Y/n blinked up at Crowley innocently fluttering their eyelashes.

"Did something just move in your bag?" He continued to question despite your cute efforts to distract him.

Y/n chuckles and makes an awkward excuse, "Maybe you need some prescription sunglasses."

Crowley and Aziraphale can always tell when Y/n is lying well most everyone can tell when they are lying because simply put Y/n is the worst liar in the galaxy. Aziraphalee gives Y/n a questioning look and Crowley slowly stalks towards Y/n like they are a deer that will spook at any sudden movements.

Y/n is quite literally back into a corner due to backing up into a wall due to Crowley's advances. Y/n yelps in shock when their back hits the wall and their dog instantly peeks its fuzzy little head out of the bag to check on their owner. Y/n facepalms at themselves how did they seriously think they were going to hide a dog from an angel and a demon for a full workday.

"Y/n, what is that?" Aziraphale points to the dog.

Y/n profusely apologizes, "I am so sorry! My dog sitter last minute canceled and I couldn't bear leaving my little baby at home all day." Y/n then lifts the little snowball dog from their bag and rubs it against their cheek.

Crowley rubs his chin in thought, "You know what Angel the little thing looks remarkably similar to you."

Aziraphale looks a tad offended putting a hand to his chest, "How does a dog look like me?"

Y/n nods looking between the dog and Aziraphale, "You know what I see it!"

Aziraphale's eyes narrow, "You do not Y/n!"

Crowley looks at Y/n, "I think it's the hair."

Y/n nods vigorously, "It's the fluffiness and curly cues! Now that I think of it they even act alike! My puppy is a true food connoisseur who only likes fancy expensive food. My puppy is super upbeat and always smiling like Aziraphale!" Y/n seems to get more and more excited as Crowley and they come up with more similarities.

"Fine, I must admit the hair is similar but do not compare my smile to a dog's smile." Aziraphale sighs.

Crowley smirks, "Don't worry angel no one has as cute of a smile as you."

To the untrained eye, no one would notice Aziraphale's slight blush and look to the side but Crowley who had known Aziraphale from the beginning, and Y/n who caught on quite quickly from working daily with the pair noticed instantly. Both had to fight back the huge smirks on their faces but both failed miserably.

#aziraphale x reader #good omens fanfiction #good omens x reader #good omens fic #good omens drabble #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale imagine #crowley x y/n #crowley x reader

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tgmsunmontue · 3 months

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With our pets, a house becomes our home

5k Hangster MeetCute (Explicit, but not very by my standards). Bradley is the vet (DVM) that Jake takes Brisket to after he adopts her and moves to Corpus Christi to be a flying instructor.

I started this fic before I saw @yeagrave's art, but this post is 100% Jake's lockscreen (and those are a set of Jake's spare dog tags).

Monday mornings generally suck. The people who have left their pets wellness until normal business hours because they didn’t want to pay the extra emergency fees. He quietly judges them. This Monday sucks more than most though, because he’s covering another vet on what is meant to be his day off. But he doesn’t want to make the admin staff have to reshuffle the thirty or so appointments that he now has facing him in a long gauntlet of monotony. Hopefully there will be something interesting that pops up.

He deals with the standard checkups, listens to heart murmurs, administers vaccines, makes notes for the techs, gives instructions about diets he knows get ignored by owners who think they know better. He has to change his scrubs when a dog vomits on him and yeah… he wants his day off back with a deep burning passion but pushes through. He can shower and blob when he gets home and bitch and moan to his friends. They can compare Mondayitis stories and see who comes out worst.

He steps into the waiting room, and there’s only two people left, one a woman with two kittens in a carrier, and the other a man cradling a puppy. He’s only got one left for his ticket today, and it’s a puppy so okay, at least he gets to look at a cute puppy and a cuter guy.

“Brisket?”

The guy blushes and Bradley can’t help his smile getting bigger as he gestures toward the consultation room.

“Uh, hi.”

“Hi, I’m Bradley. What brings Brisket in today?”

“She needs a general checkup, and I wanted to register her with a vet since I moved here in the weekend… She needs vaccines I think? And to be fixed? And I wanted to ask some questions?”

“So she’s here for the works… can I have a look?” Bradley asks and the guy blushes again, looks down at the tiny bundle who looks back at him adoringly and Bradley has a thing for guys who like animals. Couldn’t be with anyone who didn’t like animals, wouldn’t feel like he could trust them. He hands the puppy over to Bradley and he handles her gently, lets her lick and sniff at him a little before lowering her to the examination table.

“Tell me about how you got Brisket,” Bradley says, running his hands down the little body, grinning as she happily licks his fingers, tail wagging enthusiastically. She’s very sweet. Most guys like having big dogs, so he’s genuinely curious as to whether this guy chose this dog, or if he’s here at the bequest of someone else. Girlfriend or boyfriend maybe. Purely out of professional courtesy.

“Uh, I’ve wanted a dog for ages. Finally getting settled in one place for a while so I figured it was finally time you know? So I went to the shelter in San Diego, not really intending to adopt then and there…”

“She’s a rescue?” Bradley says, and he’s a little surprised. Because if they’re not big dogs then they’re usually little dog breeds, so some hybrid-cross-breed that some breeder thinks will be in demand. This little thing hadn’t looked like any breed he was familiar with, but there’s so many new ones and he’s not usually up with them all.

“Well yeah, of course. She just had such a friendly personality you know?”

“She is very sweet natured,” Bradley agrees, because the guy is clearly besotted with his puppy, and it’s adorable. He listens to her heart and lungs, takes her temperature and soothes her through the discomfit.

“So did you have paperwork showing what she’s already been vaccinated for? Most shelters give you adoption paperwork?”

“Oh, yeah, they did. One second,” the guy says, pulling folded pieces of paper out of his pocket and handing them over. On the top of the paper are all the details of the dog, and then down the bottom the details of the new owner. Jake Seresin. At least he has a name now.

“Okay, so she’s all up to date with all the vaccines, she’ll need to come back in six weeks for a booster. And we don’t do on the spot spaying or neutering, you’ll have to make an appointment when she’s a little older. Try not to let her out unattended, because we don’t want to be adding to the puppy population, regardless of the fact that she’d no doubt make gorgeous babies…You a first time dog owner?”

“I grew up on a ranch, had lots of animals. Horses mainly. Well, beef stock. But lots of working animals, not pets. She’s my first.”

“Well, you made a good choice. She’s got a lovely temperament. Nice and healthy,” Bradley states, laughing as she tries to chew on his thumb and he reaches for a dog toy from the jar. “Okay, so she’s going to be mouthy, she’ll want to chew on things as her adult teeth come through. You might find a couple of puppy teeth lying around but they usually just swallow them. It’s all normal. You have any questions?”

“Uh…I… um. Made a list.”

“Sensible,” Bradley says, and this guy’s adorable intensity is commendable, he wished more owners thought to ask their vets the questions rather than trusting Google.

“You’ve, uh, already answered a few of them actually.”

“That’s good, what else have you got?”

He asks about diet and exercise, sleep and routines, anxiety and separation and toilet training and Bradley answers them all, writes down a few notes and links to some reputable websites. Recommends a puppy obedience course, steers him away from problematic dog toys which can cause more harm than good. The appointment definitely runs well over the time, but it’s his last of the day and he’s got nowhere else he’d rather be, and after the day he’s had this is a nice silver lining.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

“No, I think that’s it. Thanks so much, it’s really helped.”

“You’re more than welcome. I guess I just have a question for you now.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I don’t usually do this, but you want to grab a drink sometime?”

“A drink. Like…A date?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.”

“Great, let me get a card.” He grabs a business card, usually reserved for when he goes to conferences, carefully prints his personal cell phone number on the back and hands it over. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

… … …

Jake gets back to his house and immediately lets Brisket out into the back garden, looks at the little rectangular piece of card and puts the number into his phone before he loses it. He puts the name in as Bradley but then follows it with the flame emoji, followed by the guy with the moustache and then the dog emoji. That’s enough to remind him of who exactly Bradley is. Not that he thinks he’s going to need the reminder.

He spends some time looking at the websites Bradley has recommended, sends an enquiry about the puppy obedience classes. He’d already made an appointment for the booster shots and for getting Brisket fixed. Definitely doesn’t want to wait that long before seeing Bradley again. He grins. Only in town for five days and he’s got a guys number. Without even trying. Phoenix told him a puppy would help him make friends, that he needed as much help as he could, maybe she was onto something.

Hi Bradley. This is Jake. Let me know when you want to do that drink. I don’t start work until next week so currently free as a bird.

It’s not too late, and it’s been a couple of hours. He’s not going to play hard to get. He’s never considered himself hard to get when the guy is as attractive as Bradley is, and he’s never been one to play games or overthink setting up dates or hookups. He’s hoping this is maybe more than a hookup.

I’m free most evenings. Tomorrow? Dinner?

Jake grins, likes the idea of dinner even more than a drink, it’s a good sign; sends a message back, organizing a time but asking for recommendations of where they could go to eat.

… … …

They settle at a table and quickly peruse the menu before placing orders with the hovering waitstaff. They’ve made superficial small-talk about the weather and how Brisket is doing, but he’s hoping he can find out more about Jake himself.

“So you’re new to the area?”

“Uh yeah, I guess. I lived here a while back but am back for work.”

“And what do you do for work?”

“I’m in the Navy. An aviator,” Jake says, like he’s a little unsure.

“You’re shitting me…” Bradley says with a disbelieving laugh, because he’s had a guy tell him he was a naval aviator before. Except he hadn’t been and the lie had quickly bitten the other guy in the ass when Bradley had quickly realized and called him out on it. It had been a shame because Bradley had genuinely liked him.

“Why would I lie?”

“Well, some guys think it’ll sound impressive…”

“Isn’t it?”

“Well… maybe to some guys,” Bradley concedes.

“Not you?”

“No. Not to me. I’m more impressed you adopted a rescue, travelled across country with it and care about your puppy than what you might or might not do for your work.”

“Most people care that I disappear for months on end. Or have a thing against the military in general.”

“Huh,” Bradley states, realizing that that was maybe where his hesitance had come from. “I’m used to people being away for long periods,” Bradley states. Jake raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. I’m just… I was a Navy brat. Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Yeah. Grew up on bases, spent most of my life on them. We probably know some of the same people, if you’re actually a naval aviator…” Bradley says, still giving him an out, because maybe this guy is not realising the hole he’s dug.

“How do you figure?”

“My dad was a naval aviator, and until very recently my godfather was also a naval aviator, although he’s recently retired. Although I don’t think the Navy will actually ever get rid of him. He’s pretty entrenched.”

“Yeah, what’s his name?”

“Pete Mitchell,” Bradley provides, and Jake’s immediate response makes him relax a little. That’s definitely recognition of the name.

“Maverick? Mav’s your godfather?”

Bradley opens his mouth, snaps it shut again. Not just recognition but more than that. He's calling him Mav. Of fucking course he knows Mav, and he hadn’t used his callsign so this guy is legitimately a naval aviator.

“You know Mav huh?”

“Yeah. He’s… damn. He’s fucking insane but so good. He was brought in to train us and he’s just… that good.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that. His ego doesn’t need to be made any bigger.”

“He deserves his ego, he’s fucking legendary.”

“You sound like a fan.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. He’s… worthy of fans.”

“Yeah well, he’s my godfather. So there you go.”

“Wait, are you little goose?”

“Oh god…” Bradley groans.

“You are!”

“Yeah yeah… this is quickly losing the date vibe.”

“Sorry, I can bring it back to that,” Jake says, and his hand is suddenly resting on Bradley’s, warm and dry, fingers stroking the back of his hand.

“Yeah, think you better or you might strike out…”

“Wouldn’t want that…” Jake says, and his eyes are dark and amused and Bradley feels a little thrill at being the subject of his intense gaze.

“So, you’re an actual naval aviator.”

“Yeah, no wonder you aren’t impressed if you grew up hearing about Mav’s exploits. Fuck.”

“Trust me, I find you plenty impressive.”

“Good to know,” Jake says, his smile clearly pleased. “I’m one of the new flight instructors. Have a three-year stint here and Kingsville unless they need me for something special.”

“Nice. Do you like teaching?”

Their conversation changes as they talk more, discussing what their upbringings were like, their families, respective careers, all of Bradley’s current animals, favorite food and drink. It’s easy, their humor similar and gently teasing at times, making laughter come easily. It’s one of the best first-dates he’s ever had and it’s not until there’s a polite cough that he looks up to see the rest of the restaurant is empty, the waitstaff having clearly cleared up and are now just waiting on them. A quick glance at his phone tells him it’s nearly midnight and his mind bugs out a little.

“Shit, sorry. I guess we got caught up talking.”

“It’s fine.”

He grabs the bill, leaving a generous tip for keeping them and tells Jake he can grab the bill next time, which has him murmuring next time huh under his breath, close to Bradley’s ear as they walk close together as they step outside. There are only two cars left in the lot and he guesses the staff must park somewhere else. He walks Jake to his car, only a few yards from his own truck.

“I had a really good time tonight…” Bradley starts.

“Me too. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…”

“What are you doing Saturday?”

“Having dinner with this hot guy I just met…”

“What a weird coincidence, so am I…”

He shifts forward, eyes searching Jake’s face to make sure there isn’t any hesitation before placing a gentle kiss on Jake’s mouth. He pulls back slowly, his lips quirking in amusement when Jake quickly gives him another kiss back, slightly firmer and longer and he feels the flicker of warm anticipation come to life in his belly. Potential something.

“Don’t suppose I can tempt you to come back to my place?”

“I’m definitely tempted, but I’ve got to get home. Dogs.”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Bring Brisket on Saturday. She can meet the pack…”

He doesn’t want to mention that Jake could also bring all her gear, as well as a spare toothbrush for himself.

… … …

They’ve been messaging since dinner on Tuesday and Jake feels completely settled into his house now, he’s driven to both Corpus Christi and Kingsville to familiarize himself with the routes. He’s taken Brisket to her first puppy obedience class, figured out the most convenient grocery store. All week he’s been looking forward to Saturday, packs some things and leaves them in has car, so if he needs any of it they’ll be close at hand. If it’s effectively a sleepover backpack for him and Brisket that’s between him and Brisket.

He pulls into the drive of the house address Bradley had given him and looks at the tall fence that surrounds the back garden, can already hear barking and he looks down at Brisket who is sitting there, ears pricking forward at the sound of other dogs. He gets out, grabs her bag of stuff and carries her toward the house, glad she at least seems curious about the barking rather than terrified. He rings the bell, eyes widening at the sudden increase in barking and then Bradley is there, smiling at him behind the wavy glass of the door. Immediately the barking ceases, although there is a small yap, and then the door opens.

“Hi. Come on in.”

“Hi. Uh. Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”

“Trust me, if anything she’ll rule them with an iron paw… feel free to put her down.”

Jake doesn’t particularly want to, but Bradley is looking expectant, as are the five dogs who are all sitting and waiting obediently. He knows they aren’t all Bradley’s dogs permanently, that he’s fostering three and dog-sitting one, but he can’t remember which one is which. Most of the dogs are normal sized, one is huge though, and he wishes he remembered which one Bradley said was his. Then a cat walks in and insolently stalks in front of the line of dogs and collapses at Bradley’s feet.

“Curtiss,” Bradley states, waving a hand at the cat with a sardonic sigh. The fact that none of the dogs have moved, except one, the largest, whose tail had started wagging enthusiastically makes Jake feel more confident about putting Brisket down. She is nowhere near as disciplined as any of the other dogs. Hell, the cat is probably more disciplined than Brisket, despite the fact it is a cat and takes direction from no one. Understandably she runs from him to Bradley, then to the cat, then back to Jake, then takes turns running to and around each dog and prancing playfully, like she expects them to play with her.

“I’m going to give them the release signal and it’s going to get chaotic, but just trust me okay? They’re well trained.”

He believes it, but sure enough in less than a second there’s barking again, six dogs suddenly all barking and then they’re running and Brisket is chasing after them and Bradley grins at him.

“I gave them the signal for outside. Brewster is too big to not be well trained, and he generally gets all other dogs quickly following his lead.”

“What kind of dog is he again?”

“A Leonberger. He was surrendered to a local shelter because the owners couldn’t afford to keep him. He eats a lot. He went unadopted because of the costs associated with feeding him, raft of potential health issues as he aged and because he had zero training. I’ve had him for five years now.”

“He’s massive,” Jake says, and he knows he’s stating the fucking obvious but when Bradley had said he had just the one big dog, he had never imagined this. He’s pretty sure Brisket is the size of one of his paws.

“Yep. But as I said, he’s very well trained. I work with him every day as well. Come on, I promised you dinner.”

“You cooked?”

“I did, but it’s only one of the five meals I can make, so don’t go thinking I’m accomplished or anything.”

“As long as it’s edible.”

He takes the offered beer, watches as Bradley dishes out some pasta dish along with some garlic bread and then directs him to sit at a high bench on bar stools rather than at the dining table.

“We don’t want Brewster putting his mouth into our food, at least up here we have a slightly better chance of protecting it.”

“I thought you said he was really well trained?”

“Not when I’m eating food. All bets are off if I’m eating.”

Jake laughs and just like it did on Tuesday, conversation flows easily. Bradley can follow his work talk easily, obviously used to Navy talk because of Mav, his own work stories are equal parts hilarious and terrifying. He’s attentive, giving Jake his full attention and he finds he likes that a lot more than he thought he would. They finish dinner, Bradley quickly stacking his dishwasher before feeding the dogs. He watches as Bradley holds their attention before giving them the signal that they can eat and he can’t help but be impressed. He’s pretty sure Brisket is only going to have to look at him and he’s going to cave to her every whim. He does try and look like he’s not a complete soft touch in front of Bradley as he feeds her, but he doesn’t think he succeeds.

They go into the back lawn and throw balls for the dogs, starting an elaborate game of keep-away for about twenty minutes before Bradley offers him dessert. He wants to ask if it’s Bradley himself on offer but doesn’t, instead takes the bowl of fruit and ice-cream and makes himself comfortable on the sofa, apparently safe from Brewster as he’s afraid of the scent of fruit. There’s a collection of boardgames, none of which he’s familiar with so he asks about them and learns that it’s another of Bradley’s hobbies.

When they’re finished he follows Bradley back to the kitchen, notices it’s much quieter, almost dark outside and there’s no more barking and he looks around, suddenly anxious.

“She’s just over there…” Bradley says, his lips twitching with a smile and Jake’s not sure if he’s laughing at him or… oh. That’s fucking cute. Brisket is curled up on Brewster, she’s somehow managed to climb up the almost mountain like body and curl up on top of him. He grabs his phone and snaps a photo, and then a few more because one is never going to be enough.

“She’s all tuckered out… You going to wake her up?”

Jake looks up at Bradley’s tone, and his eyes are hooded and Jake feels an immediate jolt of arousal spark through him.

“No… she looks far too comfortable. Think I need to go to bed too…”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. Show me the way…”

… … …

They’ve not talked about what they’re doing, not in the actual physical and practical sense. Not in terms of sex and he’s definitely been raised in a house with the rule of if you can’t talk about it you shouldn’t be doing it. Which actually only goes so far when you really don’t want to share details of your sex life with your surrogate parents, or hear anything about theirs. He does agree in principle though, and there’s only one way to find out. Conversation hasn’t been difficult between them so he doesn’t expect this to be awkward either. He shifts slightly so he can rest his head on his hand while his other hand runs up and down from Jake’s shoulder to his hip.

“Anything you don’t like?”

“Uh…”

“Anything you do like? Or prefer? I’m easy…”

“Lucky me.”

“Can I touch?”

“Yeah…course.”

Bradley lets his hand rub Jake’s cock through his underwear as he kisses him, enjoys the feel of Jake’s body moving against his hand, body and mouth. Jake’s free hand runs through the hair on his chest, then his shoulders, down his arm before there are blunt nails digging into his ass; then finally a large palm rubs his cock far too fleetingly to be anything more than a frustrating taste before it starts back at the beginning.

“This okay?”

“Yeah, look, if you do something I don’t like I’ll say something okay?”

“And if I do something you like?”

“Actually, you could work on that a little bit more…”

He kisses him hard then, grinds their hips together and palms an ass cheek in his hand, holding Jake tight against him.

“Yeah, fuck…”

He shifts, pushes Jake back to lie on his back and then straddles one of Jake’s thighs. He runs both hands down Jake’s naked chest, leans down to kiss him again, hands on either side of Jake’s shoulders. Jake looks good, is confident with it, Bradley can’t help but find it attractive. He shifts a little, Jake’s hands are all over, hips lifting up to try and rub against him and Bradley would tease him for being impatient but he is starting to feel the same.

Their breathing is getting shallower, and he kisses over Jake’s collar bone, licks a little into the slight dip in his clavicle and assumes it’s a little ticklish from the way Jake laughs a little. He runs a hand down Jake’s side, his mouth moving down his chest but his eyes are on Jake’s neck and mouth, muscles taut and mouth open as he breathes harshly. He’s clearly given up waiting for Bradley to pay attention to his dick, has his own hand rubbing himself, occasionally detouring to rub Bradley’s dick as well. He moves his mouth over Jake’s pectorals, sucks gently at one nipple, wanting to know if this is something Jake –

“Fucking hell,” Jake exclaims, body jerking up as if electrified and Bradley pulls back immediately.

“Good or bad?”

“Good. Do it again …”

Bradley grins and seals his mouth around his right nipple again and sucks, flicking his tongue over the harder nub of flesh in his mouth and Jake’s entire body arches again and Bradley can’t believe how good he looks. How good he feels.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good?”

“Lots of nerve endings…”

“It was a fucking rhetorical question…”

He snorts, lowers his mouth back and presses down with his lower body at the same time, wants to give something for Jake to grind against, push him toward climax. Jake is reading his body easily, his hips angling slightly to thrust against the juncture of his thigh and hip, hands both on Bradley’s lower back urging him closer, pulling him down and Bradley lets a little more of his weight press down. The moan Jake lets out is gratifying and he reaches a hand between them and presses harder, feels the dampness from where he’s leaking pre-come.

“Lube?”

“No, I like it a little, uh, rough… you go ahead though, if you want…”

“Nope, I’m all good…”

His lips are red and swollen and Bradley wants to make him look like this all the time. He runs a finger under the elastic of the underwear and then Jake’s hips are up and he shifts back and out of the way. Watches as Jake pushes them down and he can’t actually get them off with the way Bradley is half-kneeling over him, one thigh between Jake’s legs. He shuffles down the bed. Drags his hands down Jake’s legs, tugs the underwear off before moving back up, placing gentle kisses on knees, thighs and hips before he licks up the length of Jake’s cock, kisses the head and lets his moustache scrape against the skin gently. Jake is shifting, clearly wanting to move more but holding himself back and he’s got far too much control for Bradley’s liking.

He wraps his hand around Jake’s cock, a little firmer than he would usually, but Jake had said he likes it a little rough. He jerks it steadily, watches as Jake’s eyes squeeze shut, mouth opening in a silent gasp and he keeps going. It’s been a while, but he knows how to multitask and he wants to hear and see what will happen next. Knows getting Jake off is likely going to make him come as well. He settles his mouth over the same nipple he’d sucked before, and it’s a little pink, and he sucks again. The resulting words from Jake’s mouth are nonsensical in between loud gasps for air and what he recognizes as his name. He doesn’t say anything, can’t really, with his mouth busy sucking intently. His hand has sped up and he’s resting a fair bit of his weight on Jake’s leg, partly pinning Jake beneath him and his cock is hard and leaking. One of Jake’s hands is fisted in his hair, holding Bradley to his chest and then his whole body goes taut like a rubber band being stretched before it snaps back and then Jake is coming all over his hand and he gentles the sucking to more gentler licks and swirls of his tongue because it’s most likely going to be a little bruised.

“Ungh… fuck…”

He doesn’t bother moving very much, just shoves his own underwear down enough to take his cock in his hand and jerk himself off, hard and desperate to come, no need to try and make it last longer or hold back. He moves enough to kiss Jake and he feels a hand try to come and help him and while he appreciates the intent it isn’t something that is even a consideration right now, he’s too close and he doesn’t need much…

“Bradley…”

Yeah, that’ll do it. He comes with a groan, his come joining Jake’s on his stomach. He rests his forehead against Jake’s neck while he tries to steady his breathing. Their breathing is the only sound he can hear outside of his body, heartbeat pounding in his ears, waits a moment before he lets out a long shuddery breath and kisses Jake on the chin.

“You okay?”

“What’s that saying, ask a stupid question?”

“Get a stupid answer…”

“Yeah.”

He grabs some tissues, passes the box to Jake and they wipe themselves clean and he feels fantastic, hopes Jake feels similarly. He kisses him, takes the dirty tissues from his unresisting fingers and lies down beside him.

“Stupidly okay. You?”

“Yeah. That sounds about right. Damned good for a first run…”

“Mmm. Imagine what it will be like when we’ve got a few more test runs behind us.”

“Always room for improvement.”

“That’s very true… I’m just going to go and let the dogs out but I’ll be right back. If you wanted to stay that is?”

“Yeah, staying sounds good. Just… uh. Brisket normally sleeps on the bed with me.”

“Think she’s found a new bed.”

“Lucky for me I won’t be lonely I guess.”

Bradley grins.

… … …

2 MONTHS LATER

He’s running a little late, but not by a lot. He’s messaged both Jake and Mav to say he’s running a bit behind due to a surgery requiring a bit more time. He walks into the restaurant and spies them sitting at a booth near the back, tells the hostess he’s with them and raises his hand in greeting as Mav is standing to give him a hug.

“Bradley!”

“Hey Mav, good to see you,” Bradley says, returning the tight embrace.

“Good to see you too. You’re looking good. This is… Jake.”

Bradley leans down and gives Jake a kiss, takes his time and licks into his mouth.

“Hi.”

“I hope you don’t meet everyone that way…”

“Only my boyfriend Mav,” Bradley says, laughing. “You didn’t tell him?” he asks Jake.

“Nope, one of my joys in life is keeping him on his toes,” Jake says, grinning at them both as they sit. Mav is rolling his eyes and huffing, but Bradley can tell he’s a little pleased. At least he knows now why Bradley really didn’t care about him inviting someone else along to dinner.

“How long has this been going on?” Mav asks, looking between them with interest.

“Couple of months,” Bradley provides.

“You move fast,” Mav says to Jake dryly.

“What can I say? I know a good thing when I see one.”

“Plus Brisket loves me.”

“She does have exceptional taste.”

“Much like her owner. Although don’t you get the names mixed up? Brisket, Bradley and Brewster? There’s definitely a theme there…”

Jake blinks, looks at Bradley and he just shrugs.

“We could get a couple more pets and name them Brownie and Bruno and you’d have the whole set.”

Jake laughs, eye brow quirks;

“Sounds like a plan.”

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU where Bradley is not a Naval Aviator

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Chapter 5: The Dangerous Skies

Gale Cleven × Hope Armstrong (ofc)

Series Masterlist

This story is based on on the fictional portrayal of these men from the MOTA to series.

This chapter has been a while in the making and a small idea that erupted into a whole lot of chaos. Please comment and reblog and let us know what you think.

Summary: After an accident causes Gale to realise how precious, he decides to make the most of everyday with the woman he loves. While John realises how he really feels about Ruth.

Collab: A Pair of Silver Wings by @major-mads

Monday, August 23, 1943: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich

Regensburg, Germany…the mission that earned the Hundredth its nickname was finally over.

Nine forts lost.

Ninety men gone just like that.

Ninety boys who would not return to their families.

Among these ninety men was Curt. Buck and John were still in shock when their small group of officers tiredly pushed through the doors into their nissen hut. A few beds were made with fresh sheets, all remnants of their previous owners long gone.

Gale flopped down on his bunk, throwing his kitbag down beside him. There was a small stack of letters on his nightstand and he stretched over the bed, his fingers grasping at the string that bound them together. His fingers running over the familiar return address as he tore open the first letter from Hope, his eyes scanning over her words quickly, desperate to know what she had written. He still had her picture from the plane tucked firmly into his pocket, he wasn’t about to leave her behind in Africa.

August 17th 1943

To my dearest Gale,

I can’t even begin to explain how worried I am about you. Ruth and I barely slept last night, thinking of you both preparing for your mission. I did not think it was possible to miss someone so much and after only a few hours apart as I write this. I miss you Gale. Today was perfect and I wish I could live there forever, in your arms by the river, with Meatball too of course.

The radio is playing our song right now. Well, I call it our song “You’ll Never Know” which is a strange choice for our song maybe because I only hope you do know just how much I love you. I wish you were here now to sing it with me.

I have been thinking about our lives after this war. When we get home. I saw how you were with Meatball the other day and I think our first order of business as a married couple should be to get a dog. Just think of all the walks we could go on, just the three of us. Life would be so perfect.

The only comfort I can find is knowing that I’ll be there with you on your mission, and not just my picture but I’ll be with you in spirit all the way there and back. And I know you will come back. I have asked Hugh to keep you safe and I know that you will look out for him too. I never realised how hard it would be to have both of you in harms way. I can only hope that his stubbornness and your skills will bring you both safely home to me. You mean the world to me Gale.

Yours forever

Hope

Gale smiled fondly, his eyes lingering on ‘yours forever’. He still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up with someone as amazing and kind as Hope, but he thanked God every night for bringing her to him. The second letter was addressed August 19th, just two days after the previous letter and Gale smirked, knowing that Hope didn’t want to seem desperate but she was just as worried as he was.

Dear Gale,

It’s been exactly two days, four hours and twenty four minutes since I last wrote to you and I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

She was counting down the days. Gale's heart swelled at the thought of her, sitting at the desk in the corner of the girls room, her pen sitting between her lips as she pondered what to write.

Somehow parting with you this time was so much worse than any of the others. It’s like I left a piece of my heart at Thorpe Abbott with you. I hope you’re keeping my heart safe wherever you are because I need you to bring it back to me.

Ruth has already begun to design her bridesmaid dress for our wedding and I fear she has broken the news to John already, I hope that doesn’t put you in a bind or anything. I think she is as excited as I am. Frank has also been enquiring into wedding planning. I feel like they will have planned the whole event before we are even officially engaged.

Mrs Hope Cleven does have a nice ring to it. I’ve also thought more about the situation of a dog once we are back in the states and I like the sound of a spaniel. They have the sweetest little faces and the biggest droopy ears. I can’t stop imagining the three of us exploring the country together.

I apologies if I’m getting ahead of myself. I know you haven’t officially proposed and you must think me a foolish girl for talking about it so much, but it’s the only thing that gets me through each day without you. The only thing that gets me into our plane in the morning is the thought of you and one day being in your arms once more.

On another note, I hope Hugh is keeping out of trouble. I’m afraid he’s been drawn to it since he was a boy creating havoc wherever he went. You’re lucky he likes you, otherwise I’m afraid he would be giving you hell.

Come back to me Gale. I love you.

Yours forever

Hope

The third letter soon followed, dated August 21st.

To my dearest Gale,

I’m sorry for sending so many letters. I’m sure you are so busy so please do not feel obliged to reply to them all separately. I find writing to you helps calm my nerves, it’s the only way I feel close to you when you are not here.

“So what’s this I hear you’re engaged to my sister?” Gale’s head shot up and he came face to face with Hugh, who was staring blankly at him. He couldn’t read his emotions and didn’t know whether he was happy or he was about to punch Gale in the face. Swallowing hard, Gale nodded slowly, eyeing his fellow pilot cautiously until a wide grin broke out across Hugh’s face and he jumped up, moving to sit next to Gale on his bunk.

“I’m so happy for you, Gale. Good luck with that one, she acts all sweet and innocent but she’s a wild card. You know what I told you about Kansas City.”

Gale laughed, relieved that Hugh wasn’t about to try and murder him.

“So, have you got a ring?” Hugh cocked an eyebrow at him and Gale shook his head.

“No, not yet. I haven’t even officially asked her,” Gale sighed, suddenly feeling guilty that he’d somehow lied to her by not actually asking her.

“Well, then you are in luck because I do,” Hugh stood up from the bed and moved over to his own, rummaging in the bedside cabinet for a few minutes, while Gale looked on confused.

“Ah ha!” Hugh called out triumphantly, his hand clasped around a small black box which he quickly placed in Gale’s hand.

“What’s this?” Gale glanced down it the box, running his thumb over the round, leather box.

“That, Gale, is an engagement ring,” Hugh grinned, seemingly impressed with himself for producing a ring out of thin air.

“But why have you got an engagement ring?” Gale glanced up at Hugh, watching as his face fell a little.

“Well, it’s a long story. There was a girl back in the States, I thought she was the one. Turns out while I was training to fly B17s, she was making her way around all the single men in town. My parents were less than impressed when they found out. But I already had a ring so I bought it with me.”

Gale chuckled, “So you bought an engagement ring to war just in case?”

Hugh nodded, “Pretty much. Well, it came in use right, now you can give it to Hope.”

Gale shook his head, pushing the box back into Hugh’s hand, “I can’t take this. It’s your ring.”

Hugh passed the box back to Gale, shaking his head, “But I want you to have it. I have no use for it and anyway, I know Hope will love it because she helped me pick it out in the first place.” Hugh lay his hand on Gale’s back. “Take it, please.”

Gale smiled weakly, opening up the box and revealing a small gold band with intricate silver weaving on either side and a diamond on top. “Alright, thanks, Hugh.” He shook his fellow pilot's hand, and Hugh grinned happily back at him.

“Welcome to the family, Cleven.”

“Got any big news you wanna share with the class, Buck?” John asked from his bed, raising his eyebrows at Gale while holding up a letter.

Gale confusedly looked over at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Rolling his eyes at Hugh, Buck sauntered over to John, standing over him with hands on his hips. “What are you talking about?”

“Mrs. Hope Cleven,” the older man grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

A bashful smile appeared on Gale’s face. “I’ve got a ring and everything, now. It’ll be after all this is over.”

Standing to his feet, Bucky pulled him into a tight hug and lifted him off the ground. “Whenever it happens, I better be the best man! That’s all I’m sayin’.”

“Yeah, yeah, you will be,” Buck chuckled as John put him down, releasing him from his grip. “Just don’t tell Hugh that.”

“Hey, I heard that!” Hugh shouted across the officer's hut causing Gale to groan.

“Well, it makes sense. I am Buck’s best friend,” John retorted, sending a sly smirk Hugh’s way which only riled the man further.

“Yeah, and Hope’s my sister. I’m his future brother-in-law.”

Gale stepped back as Hugh stomped over to them, coming chest to chest with John who just continued to playfully glare down at him.

“So what? You're a St. Louis fan,” Bucky pointed at him, a grin tugging at his lips. “That instantly makes you not best man material.”

Hugh snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, and I suppose you being a great Yankees fan makes you the right choice, huh?”

“Absolutely,” John replied matter of factly. “How can you cheer for a team who lost 11-3 to the Pirates? The Pirates.”

“At least we didn’t get shut out by the Indians.”

Gale knew this wasn’t going to end well. No one could insult the Yankees and get away with that in John’s eyes...except for Ruth, of course. Before John could find a comeback, Gale stepped up, moving to stand between the two men.

“Now, now. I’m not having you two fighting over being my best man. If it’s that much of a problem I’ll make Demarco my best man and Meatball can be the ring bearer.”

Neither of the men seemed too pleased with that outcome.

“Not Demarco!”

“Yes Demarco.”

John groaned, pursing his lips, and Hugh remained silent, looking at the ground solemnly at their childish behaviour.

“You should choose whoever you want to be your best man, but-” John began with a nod before Hugh interrupted.

“Yeah pick who you want, Gale. Hope will probably want me to walk her down the aisle anyway so I’ll probably be in the bridal party instead.”

John snickered with raised brows as he imagined Hugh in a bridesmaid’s dress, but he fell silent when Gale elbowed him in the ribs, glaring at him.

“Come here,” Bucky pulled Gale into another hug and slapped his friend’s back, “Congratulations Buck! You’re a helluva guy.”

“The best,” Hugh added.

As they stood there celebrating Buck’s life-changing news, the trio couldn’t help but think of their close friend who wasn’t. Their group got even smaller…

“Curt…he would,” John cleared his throat and nodded, forcing down the emotion that threatened to creep up his throat. “He would be happy for you, Buck.”

Gale’s eyes met Bucky’s and they mirrored the same emotions…hurt, regret, sadness. The men who came back never talked about those who didn’t, and both of them knew this was the one time they would.

“Yeah, he would,” Buck breathed, one side of his lips barely turning up into a mournful smile.

Silence filled the air around them there for a few moments, all three stuck in their minds until Gale spoke up.

“That from Ruth?” Buck asked, gesturing to the letter in Johnny’s hand.

He nodded once and sat down on his bunk with a soft smile, suddenly remembering the last half of Ruth’s letter he still had to read. “I’ve got another one to read after this one. Then I’ve gotta write her back.”

As Gale looked down at his friend’s lovesick gaze, he smiled to himself and shook his head. If someone had asked him if John Egan would be rushing to read love letters and send a response to a woman, one woman, whom he’d been exclusively seeing for over a month, Buck Cleven would’ve told them they were crazy.

“Tell her I said hello,” Gale said quietly, patting Johnny’s shoulder before returning to his bunk.

Saturday, August 28, 1944: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base

John, Gale, and Hugh were riding from their nissen huts to the mess hall when the familiar roar of a C-47 filled the air. They were used to the sound meaning their girls were on base, and it filled them with excitement as they peddled faster to the landing strip.

“Did you know they were coming today?” Buck asked, quickly glancing over at Johnny and Hugh.

John shook his head, a lazy grin curving his lips. “No, Ruth didn’t mention it in her last letter.”

Nodding to himself, Gale couldn’t shake the feeling deep down that something was wrong. As they approached the airstrip, Colonel Harding appeared, calling out to John.

“Bucky! I need a minute,” he yelled from the balcony of the nearby flight tower.

Holding in a groan, Johnny nodded at Hugh and turned his bike toward the tower. “Tell Ruth I’ll see her in a minute.”

The boys had been thankful they didn’t have a mission that day, and instead spent their time on base with their girls. Gale and Hope had gone back to the officers Nissan hut and spent most of the day cuddling on the bed after their shower, happy to be back in each other's arms. Ruth and John had spent the rest of the day together too, giving Hope some time alone to recover, before coming back to the hut in the afternoon.

After Ruth and John left the Nissan hut, Gale found himself dozing once more, his eyes growing heavy as he fought off sleep. A light knock on the door roused him.

“Come in.”

A worried Hugh poked his head around the door, chewing his lip anxiously, a habit that Gale noticed Hope always did. “Can I come in?” He asked, glancing at his sleeping sister.

“Of course,” Gale waved him in and watched as his fellow pilot made his way over, flopping down on his cot beside them.

“How’s she doing?” Hugh found himself fighting the urge to brush the loose hair off Hope’s face, smiling when Gale did the same. It was unusual for an older brother to approve of his sister's choice of partner, but Hugh didn’t think that there was a more genuine, or honourable man out there than Gale Cleven.

“She’s doing okay. The morphine had helped, she was in a lot of pain earlier but she’s managed to get some rest,” Gale admitted, stroking her hair softly. He couldn’t help the gentle smile that formed on his lips every time he looked at her.

“That’s good then,” Hugh went to stand when he noticed the ring adoring Hope’s finger and a wide smile spread across his face. “You popped the question then.”

Gale smiled, “I did, and she said yes.”

Hugh laughed at the proud expression on Gale’s face. “Well I didn’t exactly expect her to say no. She’s all you talk about in her letters. Our parents are excited to meet you. She sent a picture of you home and if I remember correctly my mother thought you were ‘a fine young man’.” Hugh moved to rest his hand on Gale’s shoulder, “I’m real happy for you both, you deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks Charliee,” the two men kept eye contact until Hugh cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “I best be heading back. I promised Demarco I’d look after Meatball for a few hours.”

Gale nodded, “Feel free to bring Meatball by, I’m sure Hope would appreciate the visit. Our first order of business after the wedding is to get a dog.”

Hugh smirked, “Is it a spaniel by any chance? She’s always had a soft spot…”

“For the long fluffy ears,” Gale finished, “Yeah it is.”

Hugh snorted, “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Gale glanced back down at Hope, she looked so peaceful that he hated to wake her. The door closing softly signaled Hugh leaving and Gale sighed, leaning back against his pillow.

He smoothed his hand over Hope’s head, brushing the soft locks away from her face, fingers tracing the pale flesh of her temples. His other hand remained firmly around hers, wrapping them close to his chest, over his heartbeat. He hadn’t truly processed how close he’d come to losing her today, if the shrapnel had gone any further to the left it would have hit her femoral artery and she’d have bled out before the plane even touched the tarmac. Gale shook the thought from his mind, trying to concentrate on Hope’s rhythmic breathing in time with his own. She’s alive. She’s still here.

Gale had known this war wouldn’t be easy, he’d known that he would lose people, friends, brothers, but he hadn’t banked on falling in love and he hadn’t banked on her being up in the air during combat like he was.

Hope snuggled deeper into his chest and Gale’s arm instinctively pulled her closer. They had survived another day: together.

Gale’s mind began to wonder as his eyes traced the elongated semicircles that lined the roof of the Nissen hut. Thinking back on happier times when the girls visiting the base meant that it was going to be a good day.

Hope sighed loudly, folding up the third crate of dressing material, and packing it into the smaller crates to be loaded onto their C47 later that afternoon. It was a tiresome, mind numbing job but someone had to do it. A loud crash, followed by a small whine caused Hope to shoot up for her seat, hurting towards the noise where she found a rather disheveled looking navigator sitting on the infirmary room floor.

“Oh you poor thing. Here come take a seat,” Hope ushered the rather green looking navigator towards the empty chair.

The man plonked himself down with a sigh, gratefully accepting the glass of water Hope offered to him.

“Whatever’s the matter…?” Hope asked, pausing as she realised she didn’t know the man’s name, although she recognised him from around the base.

“Oh Harry, Harry Crosby,” the man thrust his hand pathetically forward and Hope shook it carefully. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I'm normally fine once we’re in the air. All the boys will be rigging me later for being in dock again.”

Realising that this must be the navigator with air sickness she had heard about from the infirmary’s doctor, Hope sighed, “It’s alright. Everything’s different up there when you're in combat. It’s bound to play on your nerves,” Hope reassured him, smoothing the sweaty hair away from his forehead and placing a cool, wet cloth there instead.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Hope whispered, glancing over her shoulder jokingly to make sure no one else was around. “I used to get terribly air sick when I first started my flight training.”

“Really?” Harry asked in amazement, his large eyes staring back at her reminded Hope of an excitable child.

“Oh yeah, I was terrible. I took a bucket up with me on every flight and tried not to eat in the mornings but I was still sick, every damn time.”

Harry wrinkled his nose before asking, “But you're not sick anymore?”

“No. Not anymore, luckily. I don’t think I’d have made much of a flight nurse if I was being sick all the time.”

Harry looked down sadly at his map case, “I don’t suppose I make much of a navigator either.”

Hope pulled her chair closer to Harry’s, “Now you listen here. You are a fine navigator Harry Crosby. You navigated through flak fire and you bought all the boys home. That is not something to be snubbed at, understood.” Harry nodded quickly and Hope gave him a reassuring smile. “Good. I don’t want to hear any more negative talk, alright? You’re good at your job, Harry and with time the sickness will fade, I promise.”

Harry stayed a little longer until his nausea subsided and he finally felt well enough to leave the infirmary. Hope began to tidy away some bandages when Gale stuck his head around the door.

“Knock, Knock?”

“Hello Major, and what brings you down here today?” Hope asked, smiling brightly at him.

“Oh I’m just here to see the prettiest girl in all of England. Have you seen her around?” Gale asked, glancing quickly around the infirmary before his eyes returned to Hope’s.

“No, I'm afraid I can’t say I have. Better luck next time, Major.” Hope turned her back to move away from him but his hands quickly found her waist and he spun her around.

“Not so fast, Beautiful. I haven’t seen My Baby all day and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

“Your Baby, huh?”

“Well yeah. Well you see the plane is ‘Our Baby’ because the whole crew get her but only I get ‘My Baby’,” he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, his breath tickling her as he kissed her pressure point gently.

“Is that so?”

“Oh it is so.”

“Well then, there’s only one thing for it,” Hope pressed her lips firmly to his, weaving her fingers into his hair and pushing him towards the table. As the backs of his thighs came into contact with it, he sat down, allowing Hope the height advantage but allowing himself to wrap his arms tightly around her torso.

“Now this is what you call a welcome home,” he laughed between kisses, pulling Hope even closer so they could embrace. The table creaked beneath Gale’s wait but he was unphased, too preoccupied with holding his girl, to finally have her back in his arms, that’s all that mattered.

Gale smiled, eyes closed as the images of Hope’s smiling face filled his mind. She was here. She was safe and that’s all that mattered.

Hugh returned later that evening with food for the two couples and Meatball following along at his heels. The large husky made a beeline for Hope, greeting her at the side of the bed.

“Hey Meatball,” Hope mumbled, leaning as far as she could to ruffle the dogs fur. Meatball groaned when she began scratching his ear, he closed his eyes and tilted his head, expressing his enjoyment. “Who's a good boy?” Meatball hopped up on the bed, snuggling into Hope’s side.

“You can keep him if you want. The damn thing keeps howling. It’s driving me insane,” Hugh complained, passing Hope a bowl of steaming soup. “When Demarco gets back I’m giving him a piece of my mind, leaving me to mind his dog all afternoon.”

Hope accepted the soup gratefully, but could only manage a few mouthfuls until the wave of nausea washed over her once more, and she placed the bowl down.

“Ugh, I feel so sick.”

Gale was at her side in an instant, his hand resting on the small of her back as she bent over, head in her hands. Ruth looked anxiously at John from their seats on John’s bed and started to put down her bowl to help when Hope spoke up.

“It’s okay Gale, it’s just the morphine,” she reassured him, squeezing his hand, to which he pressed his lips to her shoulder blade.

Hugh sniggered, “He didn’t get you pregnant while I was away did he?”

“With us in here? Sounds like a nightmare,” John chuckled, rolling his eyes at the same time Ruth grimaced from beside him. She knew a signature Hope Armstrong comeback was incoming.

Hope glared at him,”The fact that you have so little knowledge on pregnancy concerns me for your future wife.”

Hugh stuck his tongue out in response, “That’s not a no though.”

The pillow from Gale’s bed was a near miss as it went sailing past Hugh’s head and he dodged it dramatically, glaring at his sister.

“Come on, with all the ‘Dear John’ letters Sparky gets, I’d be surprised if he ever settles down,” John joined in.

“Look who’s talking, Bucky,” Hugh retorted, pointing at Ruth with his spoon. “At least I got letters. You didn’t get a single one before Ruth came along.”

“Really?” Ruth asked quietly, surprise etched on her face.

The Major nodded with pursed lips, pushing the vegetables around his bowl before looking over at her with a small smile. “There was no one worth writing to.”

At his words, the blonde’s cheeks heated, and she got caught in his gaze.

From their position across the room, Gale and Hope watched the interaction with fond smiles, both happy to see their friends with someone who clearly adored them. But the moment was interrupted when Hugh burst out laughing.

“Well that didn’t stop you from-”

He was cut off when a pillow came sailing into the side of his face, knocking some of his soup onto his pants as the pillow fell to the bed. Hugh’s gaze flicked towards the cot the projectile came from, ready to yell at Hope, but what he wasn’t expecting was her wide eyes as she stared up at Buck in awe.

“Sorry, Charlie,” Buck shrugged. “It just slipped.”

Ruth and Hope broke into chuckles, but John just sent Gale a thankful glance. Bucky then turned his attention to Hugh, and the two pilots glared at each other, John frustrated about the comment, and Hugh still clearly sour over the best man situation. They soon gave up and went back to their soup.

After a few minutes

Once they’d finished their supper, a knock sounded at the door. “Everyone decent in there? Girls?”

Frank.

“Uh, yeah,” John called, lifting an eyebrow at Ruth.

The door swung open and the Captain walked in with his lips in a straight line. “Thought you two’d be in here,” he nodded before turning to Hope. “How’s the leg?”

“I’m okay. Still hurts like a bitch, though.”

“Did you get it checked?”

Her face shifted into a grimace at the question. “I took care of it.”

“You, Hope Armstrong,” he sighed. “Are the reason I drink.”

“You know you love us,” Ruth added, tilting her head with a grin.

Frank’s attention drifted to Ruth’s figure beside John. “And how are you, Ruthie?”

The blonde looked up at John, thinking of how he’d taken care of her throughout the day. “Better now.”

“Alright, enough of the lovey eyes, you two,” he called out to them, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. “The Angel’s out of commission, and the Grove can’t send anyone tonight with the blackout, so we’re stuck here for the night.”

Both couples perked up at the news, but Hugh just groaned.

“As much as I wish I could make you stay with the Red Cross girls, I know I can’t. So you two,” Frank pointed at Gale and John. “No funny business, okay? None.”

Johnny’s mouth twitched, almost quirking into a smirk, but he was able to hold it in as Buck replied with a “Yes sir.”

“Zero funny business,” Bucky fake saluted from his bunk.

Running a hand down his tired face, Frank scratched his mustache. “Hugh, I’m counting on you to keep an eye on them.”

“Trust me, I will.”

“Alright. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Frank disappeared, the door closed behind him with a slam, and they all visibly relaxed. Hope moved to shuffle back onto the bed beside Gale, the wave of nausea having passed when the door flew open again.

A cool breeze filled the hut as five men strolled into the hut, apparently oblivious of the girls until the one at the front of the column spoke up.

“Would you look at that? Major ‘no girls in the hut’ Cleven has a girl on his bed,” he pointed at Hope before the man behind him tapped his shoulder, causing him to turn and notice Ruth. “And Egan, too. Christ, I’m surprised Charlie hasn’t joined in.”

Gale sighed, standing up and placing his hand on Hope’s shoulder, “Hope, Ruth, these are the boys.” Buck took a breath to introduce them, but John beat him to it.

“DEMARCO,” John hollered, causing Gale to groan at his friend’s childish antics.

Demarco just smiled, “Egan,” he greeted him before motioning towards Ruth, “How did you manage to snag yourself such an attractive broad?”

Ruth blushed under the other man’s gaze but John just chuckled beside her, “Must be my endless charm.”

“Sure thing, Major,” Demarco snorted, his voice lowering to a whisper as he glanced down at Ruth, “Blink twice if you need help.”

With a shove from John, Benny laughed turning his attention back to Hope and Gale, while Bubbles moved over to greet Ruth, having already met him earlier that day.

“And you must be the lovely Hope that Meatballs told me about. He’s taken a shine to you,” Demarco motioned towards Gale, “Shame this one keeps third-wheeling your dates.

Hope giggled, turning her head to look at Gale who is now leaning against the headboard, “You may have some competition, Major.”

Gale hummed in amusement, “How am I supposed to compete with his charming personality.” As if the husky knew they were talking about him, he let out a low groan, stretching out across Gale’s bed.

An argument had broken out between John and Jack regarding a certain jeep that Gale and Hope had yet to hear about. Hope shuffled up the bed, wincing as the stitches pulled.

“Are you okay?” Gale’s hands came to rest on her hip, as he watched her worriedly. His bright eyes widened slightly as he noticed Hope’s lip quivering before she replied.

“Yeah, just sore. I need to change my bandage, it’s oozing through…” Before Hope could finish her sentence, Gale’s hand slipped beneath her shirt, noticing the blood leaking through the bandage.

“Hope…” he whispered under his breath, his forehead creasing as he lowered his head to look closer at the wound, but she swatted him away.

“Gale, I’m fine,” she sent him a weak smile, her hand coming to rest of his cheek and she stroked it slowly. “I’m okay. I just need to change the dressing.”

Gale nodded slowly, helping Hope move off the bed and to the back of the hut where they could have a little more privacy, while John continued to bicker with his fellow pilots.

Gale sat her down on a chair, facing away from the other men before he pushed the shirt up to expose her thighs. He unwound the dressing, exposing the rudimentary sutured wound. It was red and angry and hot to the touch.

“Hope, this might be infected. I think I’m the morning before you head back to Berkshire we should head to the infirmary.” Hope raised her eyebrow, giving him a doubtful look to which he shook his head, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Hope sighed, leaning back in the chair as Gale worked to clean gently around the wound, using the gauze to wipe away the blood. Hope didn’t particularly like the way the wound looked either and even she would admit that she at least needed some penicillin.

“Alright,” she replied reluctantly and Gale chortled.

“This must be the first time you haven’t argued about something, you must be feeling unwell,” Gale whimpered as she smacked him lightly on the head, unamused by his comment.

“Just get to work, Doctor Cleven. I wanna go to bed.”

Something in Gale’s eyes changed at that comment, his eyes normally as clear as a summer's sky, seemed dark and stormy.

“Doctor Cleven, I could get used to that.” Hope hummed in appreciation as Gale’s lips met her thigh, just below where the shrapnel had hit. His warm hands massaged the rigid muscles in the hope of releasing some of the tension of the day.

“Don’t get too used to it,” Hope mumbled, running her fingers through Gale’s blonde locks, “You’ll always be Major Cleven to me. Well, unless you change careers or something.” Hope thought for a moment, “Hmm Doctor Cleven, Major Cleven… Professor Cleven has a ring to it.”

“Professor, huh,” Gale smiled, the grin nearly reaching his eyes. “I see you’ve got it all planned out, Nurse Armstrong.”

Gale made a surprisingly good nurse and he soon had a fresh bandage wrapped neatly around Hope’s leg. He even went as far as to check the tension, as he’d seen Hope go so many times with wounded soldiers.

In the time it took Gale to redress Hope’s leg, Ruth and John had disappeared outside, Hugh was lounging across his cot chatting to Bubbles and Veal. Kidd had given up arguing with John and was reading John’s battered copy of ‘Guys and Dolls’, as for Meatball, he’d finally moved over to Demarco’s bed, lounging across the cover while Benny was on his hands and knees, rummaging beneath the cot.

"Hey, where's my pillow?" Benny asked, his eyes scanning the surrounding beds with a creased brow.

“Here!” Hugh launched the pillow across the room, smacking Demarco square in the face.

“What the hell was that for?” Benny went to stand but Gale pushed him backwards onto his cot.

“Now, now boys, we’ve got female guests. Let’s not get too rowdy tonight, alright?” A few silent nods seemed to satisfy Gale and Hope couldn’t help the amused smirk she sent his way. The Air Force hadn’t just given Gale friends, but an unruly group of men who acted like teenage boys and who Gale had become the adopted father of.

Hope slipped under the sheets, sighing as the thin mattress sunk under her weight. Gale slipped in beside her, careful to avoid knocking her injured leg, and his left instinctively found its home on her waist, while he used his other arm to prop himself up, running his fingers soothingly through her brown locks.

“Today was a good day,” Hope mumbled, her voice muffled with sleep, as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“A good day? Hope you could have… I could have…” Gale’s voice thick with emotion as he tried to find the words he wanted. Hope rolled over to face him, glancing up at his crumpled features. He looked utterly broken and a silent sob left his lips before the tears began to fall.

“Oh Gale,” Hope reached up, gripping onto Gale and pulling him against her chest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Her fingers danced up and down his spine, as he sobbed into the crook of her neck, allowing the emotions he’d been bottling to finally release.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m okay. You’ve got me,” Hope kept repeating like a mantra for both of them. They were both okay.

Gale pulled away, a teardrop hanging off the end of his nose as he spoke, “I love you so much, Hope. I don’t know what I’d do if… if…”

“Shh Gale, please don’t cry. It’s okay. Look,” she placed her left hand above his heart, her engagement ring clearly in view and Gale could himself run his fingers over the small gold ring.

“I still can’t believe you said yes,” he admitted, cupping Hope’s cheek and placing a loving kiss on her lips.

“As if my answer would have been anything other than a yes. I love you, Gale with all my heart.”

Gale pulled Hope down with him, nuzzling into her neck and placing small, chaste kisses along her collarbone.

“Didn’t think our first time in bed together would be quite like this,” he mused, kissing Hope’s forehead.

“No, neither did I,” Hope laughed, “In fact, I had a very different image.” Hope began to speak again when Hugh called out.

“Hey, no funny business, Cleven. You hear what Frank said and I don’t want to get on the wrong side of him.”

Gale sighed and went to reply but Hope interrupted him, peaking out above Gale’s shoulder, “Hugh, would you give it a rest, just for one goddamn night. Please.”

Hugh raised his hands in surrender, turning back to his conversation with Bubbles. Gale smiled in awe at Hope’s ability to shut Hugh up.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Gale placed another kiss on Hope’s forehead, pulling her closer to his body as they both drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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this is kinda random but could you maybe do a fic abiut Tom falling in love with mondales dog sitter? It’s so cliche but adorable. Thanks if you do 💕

Squeaky Toy

Tom Wambsgans x Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Mondale is who you’re here for. You think.

Ahhh happy Golden Globes night!! Matthew Macfadyn, Kieran Culkin, Sarah Snook, and Succession Globes today 🥹

I hope you enjoy x

Word Count: 2.899k

“Mondale, hi!” You laugh as the dog spins around, elated to see you. More specifically, elated to see the leash in your hands.

He barks playfully, getting your attention. He sits, his tail wagging aggressively. You step over his enclosure, clip his leash to his harness, and open the gate to let yourselves out.

Mondale’s practically skipping, if a dog could do that, as you walk through the massive neighborhood. You know you’re the only one who takes him out, or even plays with him during the day. His owners were both in very high places; you recognized both their names when you’d been messaged to hire. They both were never home- neither Tom nor Shiv. You’re worried Mondale might get depressed if this keeps going, but you’ve been dog sitting him for a while now, and he’s just happy to spend time with you.

On your way back to the house, he picks up some scent that triggers him into a jog, and even though you can’t keep up, he’s all but galloping up the driveway. The garage is already open, and you chide yourself. You thought you’d closed it, but apparently not. Your ass was on the line if someone broke in, or if anything got stolen. This job grossly overpaid you, and you weren’t trying to lose it.

Mondale drags you inside, tail wagging. He barks, and you realize you had closed the garage- someone else had just opened it.

Tom turns at Mondale’s sniffing at his ankles. A smile graces his weary features, and you have to admit he looks a little ragged. He stoops over to pet his dog, cooing quietly at him.

“Hi, Y/N. Sorry, I’m not supposed to be here. I just have to find… find some papers,” Tom says, voice raspy. He gets back to his feet and gives you a weak smile. His blazer’s draped on one of the barstools to the kitchen counter, and you find you quite like the way his arms and torso fill out his dress shirt.

“Everything okay?” you ask, in clipping Mondale from his leash. Tom waves you off when you try bringing the dog back to his pen.

“That’s just bullshit Shiv insists on. Let him be, he’s a good dog.”

You do, making sure to give Mondale a good scratch between the ears. Instead of leaving to roam, he plops right down on your feet, rendering you immobile. He rolls over, exposing his belly and demanding you pet him.

“I feel bad I’m never around for him,” Tom murmurs, watching with a faded smile as you give Mondale a belly rub. “Thank you, though. You’re very good at your job.” Mondale barks, as if in agreement, tail still wagging as he looks up at you. “Can we… can we talk, though?”

Your heart sinks in your chest. You know what’s coming. “Of course. What’s up?”

Tom turns to face you, sitting down on a barstool. “It’s still difficult for me to talk about, but Shiv and I are getting a divorce.”

You blink, Mondale having gotten up and weaving between your legs. “Oh, Tom…”

He sighs, a hand coming up to his face to press to his eyes. “It’s nothing. I saw it coming.” He looks back up at you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to track down your body before quickly recovering and looking straight at you. “I don’t want to dump it all on you.”

“I mean, you can, if you like. I’d like to think we’re friends, and I’d be a shitty friend if I wasn’t there for you.”

He sighs. “It’s… I can’t even say it.” He drops his head into his hands, pulling himself together. Mondale trots up to him, straightening out on his hind legs to get closer to Tom, poking his snout in between Tom’s hands, trying to give him a kiss. Reluctantly, Tom brings his hands down to gently stroke his dog’s head, Mondale taking it as a cue to lick all over Tom’s face. He laughs a little, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “She cheated,” he says quietly. “Multiple times. She framed it differently, so I just took it for a while… but I just can’t keep fucking doing it.”

You go over to him, putting a hand to his arm and giving him an affectionate rub. You don’t know what to say. You’d not know what you can say.

“And I guess she was ahead of me, because she’s already taken all of her stuff out the house and fucked off.” He uses his hand to take yours and gives it a squeeze. “And I’m really sorry to do this, because you’re a great person and Mondale loves you, but you’re not going to be needed here anymore. I’ll have a lot more time on my hands now that I don’t have to run after Siobhan.”

You keep your expression neutral. “Yeah. Okay. I understand.”

Tom lets go of your hand, getting to his feet. He rummages around for something on the cluttered kitchen counter, finding and envelope and turning back to you. “Here’s the money for the rest of the month. And the next two.”

He presses it into your hands, forcing a smile. “Thank you, really,” you say softly. Awkwardly, he gives your shoulder a squeeze before pushing past you to go upstairs.

Mondale goes to follow his owner, but you think he can sense something’s wrong. He hops back down the stairs, padding up to you. You squat down to meet him, his tail still, as always, wagging.

“Oh, buddy…” Despite what you might say to other people, you were physically and emotionally attached to this dog. He’s been your only company for ages, pulling you out of your lonely spiral that you’ve been suffering through for a majority of your life. He has to hear the pain in your voice, he has to, because now you’re both sat on the floor, him licking at your face, quietly whimpering the entire time. “I have to go, okay? I’ll miss you.”

You know he probably doesn’t understand you. It doesn’t matter, though. It hurts leaving Mondale behind, but what can you do?

Glancing over your shoulder before climbing into your car, you can see him sat at the window facing the driveway. You drive off, and the minute your face hits your pillow in bed, you’re asleep.

You decide to do nothing for the next few days. Tom was more than generous, and you’re pretty sure he’d stuffed way more money than he said he did into the envelope. Mondale hadn’t been your only job, even though if it was, you’d be perfectly fine financially. You work remotely, an easy job that pays well, so dog sitting was a perfect add on. You’d lounge around in this massive house that wasn’t yours, doing your work and taking care of Mondale when he wasn’t napping or running laps as if he was on steroids in the enormous backyard.

The days go by easily enough, and even though you aren’t too butt hurt about being let go, the age-old feeling of loneliness re acquaintances itself with you. It happens slowly, but all of a sudden, you’re an eight year old playing by yourself on the playground again.

You just can’t escape it, can you?

You’re making breakfast for yourself one day when your phone begins ringing. Confused, you move the carton of eggs away from the edge of the counter to go pick up. It’s Tom.

“Hello?” you ask tentatively.

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Tom Wambsgans. Mondale's... dog dad. I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s just… Mondale’s so sad,” he says. “I think he misses you.”

“Aw, really?”

He hums his confirmation. “He won’t eat, won’t walk far, doesn’t want to play. I thought he was sick, but I went to the vet and all I was told is that he’s depressed. And I think you’re the missing piece.” He pauses. “I know it’s weird, but could you come over? It’d do him good to see you, and with the house empty… nobody’s going to complain.”

“No, it’s not weird at all. Of course I’ll come,” you reply, perhaps a bit too eager. “I just, ah, haven’t eaten yet, so maybe I’ll be there in an hour?”

“I’ll make breakfast. I haven’t eaten, either… I haven’t eaten for a while, really, so I think I’m just asking you to come eat to make sure I actually eat instead of staring into the fridge.”

You take a moment to turn it over in your head, but you’re already putting the carton of eggs back into the fridge. “Yeah. Okay. That’d be nice.”

You find yourself back at his home. What once was his and Shiv’s home. You know the garage code, and you still have your spare key, but you didn’t really want to just let yourself in, so you ring the doorbell.

Almost immediately, Tom’s opening the door for you, ushering you in. He’s dressed casually, and the bags under his eyes are dark and they jump out at you. “It’s good to see you. You look nice.” You feel yourself flush, and thankfully, he doesn’t give you the chance to respond. He’s already shuffled away, into the kitchen. “I have pancakes on the stove,” he says over his shoulder. You follow him inside after kicking off your shoes at the door.

“This is all very kind of you,” you tell him, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him as he slowly goes through the motions of breakfast.

Tom glances back at you, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yeah. You’re more than kind to me, to Mondale, so it’s the least I can do.” He turns back to the stove, and you can barely hear him when he speaks next. “God knows I could use the company.”

With Tom, it had never felt like he was really your boss, like Shiv had carried herself around you. It had just felt like you were a friend over to help with his dog, and that carried over into your relationship now. He never looked down on you because you were ‘help’, he always treated you with respect, and he was quite frankly a gentleman, which was much, much more than you could say about other men of his stature.

You move closer to him, now only an arm’s length away. You gently nudge him with your elbow, successfully bringing his attention to you. “You alright?”

Before he can answer, you’re interrupted by the patter of Mondale’s paws as he enters the kitchen, having realized who the visitor is. He barks happily, trotting over to you, elated when you bend to give him a good scratch. You press a kiss to his head before standing back up, Tom gazing at you both, emotion clouding his eyes. You open your mouth to ask again, but Mondale’s squeezed himself through between your legs, causing you to lose your footing and fall forward.

Tom catches you before anything embarrassing happens, his hands going to your sides to steady you, your hands braced on his chest. “Mondale’s a bit too excited, huh?” he murmurs, looking away, cheeks pink. You’re right-side-up, and his hands linger for much longer than they should. Yours do, too.

And you find that neither of you really mind.

You awkwardly pull away, a dumb smile on your lips. His fingers drag over your hip as you move, reluctantly letting you go. Mondale has doubled back, like Tom said, extremely excited to see you. He can’t stop moving, so happy to see you. Absentmindedly, you reach for the drawer you keep the treats in taking one into your palm. “Sit.” Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Mondale does. “Good boy.” You let him take the treat from your hand, his tail wagging.

“So that’s where they were,” Tom mutters, gone back to the pancakes. “I felt too bad to ask.”

“You’re welcome to ask whatever you like. I want to help, Tom.” Mondale trots off, satisfied, so you go back to Tom’s side. “You never answered my question, by the way. Are you sure you’re alright?”

He pretends to be focused on flipping the pancake he was currently on. “Just… lonely.”

You give his back a rub. “Well, I’m here.”

“Thank you for that. I’ve been going insane, I think.” The pancake finishes frying, and he offers you a plate already stacked with pancakes. “Enough about me. I shan’t bore you,” he says, melting back into a little bit more of himself.

You smile. “Nobody says that. We’re not small Victorian children,” you tease.

He’s smiling back. “There’s maple syrup in the fridge.” He assembles his own plate, carrying it over along with yours to the dinner table. You get it, then follow him, Mondale galloping around after one of his squeaky toys. He sets your plates across from each other, pulling out your chair for you.

“Tom, you don’t have to do all this.”

“But I am.” He takes the syrup from you, drizzling a bit over his pancakes. He glances at you, holding the syrup over your own plate. When you nod, he tops your own food without another word. Mondale trots over, squeaky toy in his mouth, then drops it at your feet before nudging your leg.

“Hold on, buddy, I have to eat,” you say, laughing, flicking the toy away with your foot for him to run after.

“He doesn’t do anything like that with me,” Tom admits quietly.

“You just need some time,” you reassure him.

“Could you… could you give me some pointers?”

When Mondale returns with his squeaky toy, you push it towards Tom with your foot. He can’t help his smile when he sends the toy flying, Mondale falling over himself running after it.

You both eat in a comfortable silence, every so often glancing up at each other before quickly looking back down, heat rushing to both your faces.

Time passes, and you find yourself at Tom’s more and more often. You help Mondale get comfortable around Tom, and eventually, Tom tells you weeks later Mondale’s quit his constant crying and whining for you.

“But I still want you coming over,” he tells you, voice shaky.

“I want that, too.”

Time keeps slipping away from you, and you and Tom are slowly but steadily getting closer and closer. You’re at his place half the time for no real reason, not that he minds, and he finds more excuses for him to ask you over.

The two of you sit on the couch, just barely touching. His thigh is inches away from yours. Mondale sits on the rug in front of you both, relaxing as you watch some movie. Tom leans back, draping his arm over the back of the sofa. Slowly, you also lean back, and he takes the hint, looping his arm around your shoulders instead. He pulls you together, and now you’re sitting with your sides flush together. You’re smiling to yourself, eyes still trained on the TV.

“I think you’re pretty,” he states bluntly. “And I’m so desperate to see you all the time.” His fingers find your chin, tipping your head back so you’re staring up at him.

“Don’t you think this is a little too soon for you?” you ask, his thumb brushing over your chin.

“Honestly,” he begins, “Siobhan and I started having issues the minute we got married. She stuck me into an open marriage, even though I never really wanted it. I don’t think I’ve been actually into her for a long, long time. I’ve just been… so alone, even though she was right there.”

You feel a pang of relation. He was just like you, wasn’t he?

“Then why’d you stay?”

He shrugs. “My job. I was scared. It’s all bullshit, really.” His hand smooths down your neck, back down to your shoulder, which he squeezes affectionately. “She was the only one who ever… utilized the open marriage thing. It just felt so wrong to me.”

“You’re a good person,” you murmur.

“Am I? This fat crush I have on you started way before I’d gotten divorced.”

You feel the heat rush to your face. “Okay, maybe don’t tell me that.”

Tom chuckles. “You know what? You’re going in the right direction. Why are we talking about my ex-wife? I want to be talking about you.”

“What about me?”

“I just professed my feelings to the most beautiful person in the world. My stomach’s in knots.”

You laugh. “What, do I profess my feelings right back?”

“If Your Royal Highness so desires.”

“Weirdo.” You shift so that your head is tucked away in the crook of his neck. “My weirdo?”

“Come on, I confessed. I need more than that. For the sake of my ego, you confess too.”

“Your ego doesn’t need more inflating,” you say playfully.

“You wound me.”

“Oh, shut up.” You pull back, taking his jaw in your hand, and pull him in for a soft, tender, kiss. “I have a big ol’ crush on you, too.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, and you can feel his smile.

A little while later, he dozes off, head on your shoulder. You eventually do, too, head on his, the quiet squeaking of Mondale ripping his toy to shreds filling the room.

#tom wambsgans #tom wambsgans oneshot #tom wambsgans x you #tom wambsgans x reader #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #anon ask

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acciocriativity · 8 months

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WRITTEN IN THE STARTS - KHJ (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from @redheavenwater

This was the definition of trust the process, but ended up as my fav soulmate! au that I've written. I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as I did. @snwusberry your post pushed me to finish this, so thank you very much, love 💕

Ateez Masterlist

It was obvious, so obvious to the point of being written in the starts, but it seems like your soulmate didn’t know how to freaking read.

Where the actual fuck are they?

You’ve been walking around the lake for hours now. The place was packed, there were kids running around, parents screaming, dogs barking, and you had a headache for the last 40 minutes.

It was the third time a place appeared in your dreams, the place where you’d met your soulmate, and you swore the moment you found them, they would be dead. You being there was all their fault in the first place, since they seemed to like nature so bad.

The first time it was a waterfall in the countryside, 135 km away from the comfort of your home. You knew you had the right place as soon as you found the photos. The where you had, but the when was nothing more than a feeling. Three days later to be exact. You were confident in your powers to be excited about this moment… but they didn’t show up, and you made sure to put in the effort to look out for them still.

Is still fate if I have to put this much effort?

You asked yourself as you looked around the beautiful place. It still was a beautiful place, you had to admit the motherfucker had a good taste.

In the other side of the park, Hongjoong sighed as he took another disappointing photo at that beautiful place. If anyone looked from the outside, they could say it was good, almost perfect. But there was something missing, a certain someone, actually.

Ever since he could breathe, he had this vision of his soulmate when he was asleep. She was in his every dream, first in the background, then little by little the protagonist alongside of him. If he closed his eyes, he could see her blurry figure running as fast as possible from a giant monster, but the tattoos in her arms always stood out. The symbol of the witches was the only part he could find on the internet, the meaning of the rest remained unknown. It wasn’t like he did nothing to find her, but he never felt like any of the girls that fitted the description was the real her.

One more, just one more to finish this project

He put his camera inside his bag, then grabbed all of his stuff.

He needed a change in scenery, now, something good enough so that he wouldn’t hate to look at the photos for the next 6 hours while editing them. The families around almost made him regret the decision of coming today. It was his intention to capture those spontaneous moments, but oh god how much he wished it was him in one of those photos instead.

He looked around once again, searching for an empty spot. The lake caught his eyes first, the light shining in the water would make a good shot. Then he saw a girl, she had curly hair as far as he could tell…

Don’t, don’t do this bullshit again, there are a lot of girls like that around here

Yet he couldn’t control the way his heart pumped fast in his chest. He slapped his own chest. It was like that every time, his stupid heart would make him have some faith just to be disappointed later…. he fooled himself a lot this week, so why not one more time? The pain will be Hongjoong’s future problem.

He walked slowly to the other side of the lake, he made sure to take the longer way around it, and to count 30 seconds before he looked at her again, that was a respectful break, right? right?? His hands were shaking, why his hands were freaking shaking? Did he ever feel like this before? No, he couldn’t remember, actually he couldn’t think at the moment, so maybe he did.

You laid down on the grass, tired of all the walking you did and still planned to do today, but especially tired of your own thoughts. You closed your eyes as you tried to let yourself relax for a moment, but the confusion refused to left your body. More than angry, you couldn’t understand why you were failing so much. You were never so mistaken, ever since you’re first discovering your powers in divination.

What if they don’t want to s…

Something felt weird, so weird to the point where you couldn’t dwell in a hole of self-pity anymore. It was like an itch in your mind, but you couldn’t figure it out what it was. Then it became a heat under the skin of your arm, you thought it was actually going to burn you.

You sat as fast as you could, then took out the jacket you wore on top of your dress. All the black ink in your arms slowly but surely turned into a deep purple right in front of your eyes.

Hongjoong felt tears in his eyes as the burning in his skin turned into lines of purple ink, from the very tip of his shaking fingers to his shoulders. He was crying because of the unbearable pain, but then he recognized the symbol, the witch symbol on his body. He was born nothing more than a human, he was sure of it. Now he was crying for a whole other reason.

He envisioned this moment a lot, how romantic and sweet it would be, and he’d shared it with his grandkids one day.

The moment his eyes met yours… he wanted to run.

“You’re going down”, you said as you got up and ran straight to him.

He was paralyzed. it was exactly like the scene in his dream, but now he could see in the perfect angle to have all of your features memorized and… why wasn’t you slowing down?

He felt all of his air leaving his lungs as you both fell to the ground.

“So that’s how it feels to fell in love?”, he dared to say as you leaned over him. You hit his left arm with all the anger you still feel.“Ow, that one, it’s still hurting…”

“Oh, sorry”, you hit the other one.

“Ow, how are you so strong…”, he whined as he moved his arms out of your reach.

“How did you miss the only girl in a protected national park 103 km away from civilization? Are you blind or stupid?”, you tried to keep yourself mad, but it was getting harder and harder as he stared at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Wha- yo- you mean you were there?”, he was wide-eyed staring at you while you got off of him.

“Weren’t you?”

“I got sick that day, I had to ca- wait, you were waiting for me that day? all day?”, he sat up and scoot over beside you, his smile was way too big for someone who just got attack by his soulmate.

His eyes scanned your face over and over and over.

You had people think you were a god because of your powers, but never someone looking at you like you were a god just by existing like he was doing at that moment.

You didn’t know what to do, nor what to say. This wasn’t going how you planned. You were the one making people shy, not the opposite.

“What is your name?”, he asked after a minute in silence.

It was a reasonable question, but it caught you off guard. That was his first question after you jumped him like an angry animal? He didn’t seem fazed after the initial shock.

“Why?”

“I’ll need it for the formal complaint in the police”.

You were the one left speechless as he laughed so hard he fell on his back.

You couldn’t help but giggle, his laugh was too funny to resist.

“How can I be forgiven?”, you asked as you looked down at him. You didn’t notice how much you were smiling, but he did.

“How about you stay like this while I get my camera?”

“That easy?”, you corrected your posture.

“Yeah… it’s all I need”.

#soulmate au #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez masterlist #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong fluff #ateez hongjoong

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hi! the union being jealous got me thinking about it all day. you portrayed them so well!!

can i request a eunjang version of it? thank you! stay hydrated, alright?

yesss im glad you liked it!! stay healthy and hydrated as well <33

jealous eunjang ;

weak hero!eunjang x gn!reader

gray yeon

“come on, y/n!”

you laughed as one of your old friends grasped your wrist and dragged you to a small street food display, glancing over your shoulder to mouth “sorry” to your boyfriend. gray raised a hand to show that it was alright, but you could tell by his stiff posture that he was uncomfortable.

you’d be lying if you said you loved how clingy your friend was being, especially considering he’d grown a foot since the last time you saw him. you felt like a rag doll getting dragged everywhere by its owner.

since you didn’t want to ruin the reunion, you played it off and pretended to enjoy his strange form of hanging out. clearly, gray wasn’t having any of that.

when your friend reached for your hand, ready to drag you around some more, your boyfriend stepped forward, grabbing your friend by the wrist. “i think that’s enough for today.” he stated, and you got the familiar chill from him. he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

you managed to separate them without any violence, and happily walked home with your boyfriend. “you know, you’re pretty scary when you’re jealous. i like it!”

insert gray with bright pink flustered cheeks <3

ben park

i think ben would be the type to be unaware of how jealous he clearly is. i mean, he knows when he’s jealous, but so does everyone else.

in this case, you and ben are volunteering at a dog shelter when you’re suddenly approached by a young group of staff members. ben’s defense is instantly up, but you don’t even notice them since all your focus is on the puppies jumping around you.

to get your attention, one of the members places a hand on your back, and ben just sits in the corner, a dark cloud surrounding him. you would jump up to join them in their hunt for soda when you catch a glimpse of your fuming boyfriend. recognizing his expression as the “jealousy stare”, you politely decline their offer and make your way over to ben.

“you’re doing it again...” he looks genuinely surprised by your words “hm? doing what?”

you mimic his expression, and ben turns bright red. “i can’t help it! they give you the googly eyes...”

“aww, babe! don’t be jealous. the only person getting googly eyes from me is you.”

alex go

“you’re sulking,” you whispered to your boyfriend, keeping your voice low to avoid disturbing anyone else in the theatre.

an old friend of yours had invited you and alex to go on a double date with a boy she likes. you, being the friend you were, decided to play wingman and talk your friend up to her date. you were so excited to see him smile, thinking he was interested in what you were saying about your friend, but alex could see otherwise.

so could your friend.

you didn’t understand why she was giving you angry looks when all you were doing was talking her up to her crush, but you quickly realized after seeing alex’s glare at the boy across from you. every piece came together when the boy began touching you with his feet beneath the table, and lucky for you, alex caught the very uncomfortable look on your face and made an excuse to leave.

“you know,” he started thoughtfully on your walk home. “i can’t believe i was jealous of that guy. what a prick.”

“gosh, please never be like that. like, ever, alex go.”

gerard jin

you’d asked gerard to give you tarot card lessons after watching him read rowan’s future. you knew he could sing, play the guitar, and work a part-time job, so the fact that he could also read tarot cards utterly bewitched you. so, when gerard offered to show you how to read tarot after his shifts at ttosikki, you were eager to accept.

he sat you down at an empty table and laid the cards out, walking you through what each one was and meant. he was about to describe another when a customer came up and pointed to one of the cards. “look! they’re holding hands! how cute!” you smiled and nodded, hoping it’d make the man bug off quicker, but he didn’t seem to catch your lack of interest.

you’d noticed how tense gerard became and tried to ask the man to leave. “what?” he asked in a bored tone. “am i bothering moss-head over there?”

it may have been jealousy he felt at first, but now gerard was just angry and embarrassed. however, he wasn’t expecting you to stand in his defense. “sorry, mister, but we’re studying right now. please leave.”

after a few moments, the man finally left. to ease the tension, you decided to tease gerard a bit. “hm, was that jealousy i spotted?”

“n-no!”

teddy jin

it was clear to everyone that you and teddy were going to date as soon as one of you had the guts to ask, but teddy felt comfortable enough with you to show you his little... after-school project. honestly, you were a bit worried about what was so secretive, but once you saw it, it all made sense. “aww!” you squealed, instantly kneeling down to pet one of the dozens of cats and kittens living near an abandoned garbage can.

“this isn’t... i don’t know, weird?” teddy asked in a hesitant voice, and you looked back at him to shake your head, quickly turning back to all the kittens trying to climb you. “not at all! are they all strays?”

he was going to answer until co, his beloved, left his side to join the cats surrounding you. teddy’s bottom lip jutted out, shoulders hunching as he watched you run your hand delicately over co’s head.

oh my god... am i seriously getting jealous of a cat? he thought when he caught his defensive posture. you let out a short giggle when one of the cats licked your hand, and teddy’s face went red. “alright, co, that’s enough.”

“but she’s so cute!” you exclaimed, despite teddy’s cute little jealous pout. “aww, don’t be upset! do you need attention too, teddy?”

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #gray yeon #ben park #alex go #gerard jin #teddy jin

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I posted last week about my multidog home and how I encourage positive interactions and use management to decrease the risk of negative interactions. Today I brought home a shelter dog (for the day) to get her out of the kennel and to let her have some fresh air, sunshine, and good company. I didn’t know if she was dog friendly - my only indication was that she was non reactive towards other dogs in the kennels. This video is fun to analyse! Googles had already met my 5 dogs through the fence and showed relaxed body language. I wanted to stagger her introductions so they weren’t overwhelming, and I start with Henry because although he is not terribly social, he’s the most neutral. Harold would have accosted her, budgie would have buzzed around her like a fly, Miller would have been ✨stiff✨ and moby would likely do something weird and/or dumb.

I failed Hen a little here in that I let him out assuming he knew Googles was out there; but apparently seeing her in the yard through the fence does not equate to realising she is still out there when he walks out (lack of object permanence Henry??) so initially he gets a little startled when she comes up behind him. He spins around with a “hey what now?!” Followed by a “oh no, are you gonna be nice?” Followed by a “I’m just gonna go…. (MUM THERES A STRANGE LADY HERE)”

He disengages and instantly relaxes, my presence and tone of voice reassures him, and there’s positive experiences all round. Googles is feeling curious and confident because Hen is not crowding her or begging for her attention (like a certain golden would do). This is an example of a managed situation that promotes positive interactions!

Watching further, there is an example of FAILED management. I had the other 4 dogs locked up, but naughty budgie squeezed out under the fence and “ambushed” us. Was this the plan? No. Did I fail to eliminate the risk of Googles being crowded by multiple dogs? Yes. Did the risk turn into reality? No! Because Budge has prior skills of healthy communication and appropriate interaction. She saw that Hen and Googs were having a conversation, that Googles was making no attempt to interact with her, and zoomed off as quickly as she had arrived.

Hen and Googles finished their very polite conversation, with lovely manners and relaxed body language (this is how I anticipated the very first interaction to go, but of course failed in that I didn’t realise Henry was at risk of a jump scare!) and both dogs came to me to seek out praise and pats. Look at those soft waggy tails and happy eyes! What good dogs! What a happy time we’re having!

It’s also important to acknowledge how well they react to my tone of voice, posture, and presence. If I had been super nervous about this meet up, things could have gone a whole lot differently, especially in those first arguably tense moments! If I had raised my voice, used an ‘ah ah’, or rushed to intervene - it could have easily turned this into a sour experience. I see a lot of owners who are so worried about their dog’s “bad” behaviour - but don’t realise they are the ones causing it because of their own anxiety!

Long story short, I love dogs y’all.

#videos

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The Shade's Journal

In lieu of a letter column, James Robinson's run of Starman occasionally featured text pieces from the Shade's journal. As these are not included in the Starman Compendium or DC's digital versions, I wanted to type them up so everyone can experience such treasures as the Shade's love for dogs, Howard Hughes getting beat up, and Jack Knight's weird thing for mimes. All of these are written by James Robinson; the rest will come eventually, as will a compilation post.

Starman v2 Issue 2

FROM THE SHADE'S JOURNAL

The problem with immortality is the memories. Prolonged life means more events, which in turn means more recollections at a later date. And there are so, so, so many events to recall.

Today there was nothing much occurring that I felt warranted inclusion in my journals. David Knight patrols the nighttime streets, and the city is Opal City. For this reason, with my book open on a blank white page, and my pen in my fingers, I feel compelled to write of the other times. Times past.

I remember London. Visiting it for the final time. Visiting Oscar too, at his Tite Street home. This was long before his fall from grace, thankfully. We ate a fine cream tea that afternoon, and I think this was not the first for Oscar, as his waistline was more than beginning to show. Not that it really mattered to me; I merely pause now to reflect.

Our time together was a delight. I sat and listened mainly. Oscar's night before had been one of fine port and rakishness, so he was slow to start with his wit. But, of course, he started eventually. And I listened and laughed as Oscar commented on "this" public figure or "that" bit of scandal. Indeed, that week there'd been a salacious new tale about Catherine Walters. "Skittles" as she was known, was one of London's more famous "grande horizontales." There had been talk of her and W.H. Grace, the famous cricket player. Oscar made a remark about "Dr. Grace getting a sticky wicket" that had me doubled over with laughter.

I'd just begun to realize, then, that perhaps, just perhaps, I was no longer going to age. This fact had crept up on me. It was with shock I realized that the week prior I'd turned sixty and yet still looked to be in my late thirties. And that day was when it really sank in. Oscar was beginning to show those signs of a misspent life that should have been mine also. Seeing the signs of wear and tear in my friend made me sad. And a little ashamed. Guilty.

Yes, looking back, perhaps that was why I never saw Oscar again. It was 1891, years after we'd last met in Opal City during his American tour. And years before his troubles with Queensbury and all the dreadfulness that followed. Poor Oscar, perhaps I should have been there for him in '95. But like many other friends, I was nowhere to be found.

Anyway, Oscar's evening was to be spent with Lord Alfred whom he'd recently met. Oscar was charmingly firm in telling me that I was not invited to accompany them.

And so we were alone that night, London and I.

My mood and the wind both had a sharp sting to them, and one or the other bid me to venture forth to Tiger Bay, down by the Thames where the air was foul and all good folk know never to go. But I am not, nor ever was, a good man. And so I went.

The opium dens and drinking clubs were full, with sailors, and doxies and Orientals. You could hear any language in the work. You could see any color skin too. London has always been a melting pot, and on this night in Tiger Bay, the fire beneath that pot was burning fierce.

I walked into a deserted courtyard, on my way from one street to another, and there stumbled on a most singular occurrence: a large brown bear being clubbed to death by its owner. The beast was close to the end, from the many repeated blows his owner had given it with a sharp studded mallet. I inquired what terrible thing the beast had done, that it should be treated so, and the man replied that the bear was too old to perform anymore. The bear had been a street dancer and on weekends in Pitney Market and other parts, had made this fellow much coin. But now old, the bear was costing the owner more to feed than the animal brought in, and so the man and resolved to kill the beast and sell its flesh to the slaughterhouses.

Something about the scenario struck me as ludicrous. The man was small and weak, and yet had somehow overcome this huge animal and with no regard or affection was now ending its existence merely for aging. I think my guilt over Oscar's aging might still have been affecting me. Perhaps.

Whatever. I killed the man.

The reason I'd gone to Tiger Bay was that this had been where I was born. "I" being the Shade, of course. I had even then ceased to think of my "human" existence, before my transformation, as living. I suppose by returning to my roots, I'd thought to gain some inner peace. To this day the horror I witnessed during my creation and the countless deaths that occurred then still haunt me. Back in 1891, they were vivid and terrible, and I know I'd have done all and anything to end them.

But going back never allows one to go forward. That's a myth fashioned by poets. And I am no poet. All I got from my journey was sadness—the kind that grabs and clings and threatens to drag you down to the shadows of a dark place, where even I, who know much of dark places, am fearful to go.

It was as I turned back towards the city that I saw her, the final nail in the coffin that was my waning affection for London. The Victoria Match Factory employed over a thousand girls and women. The work consisted of tipping match sticks into phosphorus, which, after prolonged contact, caused the bones of the workers doing this to decay. The sight of beggar girls without jaws or fingers was a common one. "Phos girls," as they were known. And it was now that one such poor wretch approached me. The lack of a jaw prevented her from speaking, and instead she mewed plaintively, like a kitten. I had seen such girls before. I had seen them. And I had thought my heart hardened by it, that sight, and everything else.

Yet that night a tear fell from my cheek.

I gave the girl a guinea. More money than she'd ever seen, to be sure.

And I turned and walked from her and from London and from England. Never to return. Opal City had been my residence then, a place where I lived and went forth, visiting London and Paris and Gotham City. But from that moment on, the Opal truly became my home. My place in the world.

*****

It's been an hour since I wrote those last words. In that time, much has happened. I've enjoyed a rather good French wine; this, the perfect complement to my dinner of beef and oyster pie. Also, some lucky citizen of Opal City won seven million dollars in the lottery. And finally…David Knight, this city's current champion, has been less than lucky.

David Knight was murdered twenty minutes gone.

The reports are still vague, definite answers few, but it does indeed appear that David Knight has died. There's nothing I can do about it, of course. Until I know more, it would be unwise of me to attempt anything. And of course, there's the distinct possibility that I won't want to attempt anything, anyway. So for now, I listen to the news reports, and I think, and of course, in my present mood…

…I remember.

Few recall the Starman of the 1950's, but I do. He flew the night skies over Opal for a year and a week, and then died a brave death. Brave and foolish, Ted Knight was still intent on his research. He'd just developed the prototype Cosmic Rod, and I think his mind was wrapped up in furthering that work. He was recovering physically too, from injuries sustained in Washington. Indeed, thinking about it, he looked the worse from that for quite some time. And then he married also, and women will ever be the death of men's endeavors, so who can blame Knight for his time away from the cape and costume.

I've many theories on the identity of the champion who arose to take Ted's place in those days when the Starman of lore wasn't there for his city. Alas, the ultimate answer to that question is still one that eludes me. Perhaps Knight knows. Perhaps one day I'll get the opportunity to ask him. However, it was evident that the 1950's Starman had different powers and a different costume and bore no real relationship to the one before or any since. A riddle surely. A puzzle. Some love such twisted passageways, but I detest them.

I'll know the truth, the whole truth, one day. I will.

But for now I content myself merely to remember.

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Day 11–Puppy Fever

A/N: Sorry it’s late

Y/N and Shawn had been together for two years now. They dated for one and had been married for the other. A few weeks after coming home from their honeymoon, Shawn had brought up an idea that made Y/N both excited and nervous.

She had been cooking breakfast when he snuck his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder. His bare chest was pressed against her back.

“What if we got a dog,” he had asked.

“A dog?” She felt him nod against her shoulder. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of it, but you’re allergic honey.”

He hummed and pressed a kiss to her clothed shoulder. “I know, but I still think it would be fun. You know how much I love dogs. Please can we get one. When you’re not home and I am I would like some company to fill the void. I’m sure you would too.”

“Oh my hell Shawn. It’s like you have baby fever, but with dogs. So, I guess you have puppy fever. What has set this all off?”

“Well, when I got home from the studio yesterday and you were at the store, I just really missed you and wanted to cuddle. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a big dog to snuggle up next to when we miss the other person?”

“Aww, babe. I’m super flattered that you missed me that much. And I see your point. I guess we could find a hypoallergenic dog or something.”

“For real?!” Shawn looked like a little kid on Christmas. Y/N nodded. “I’ll start researching some dogs right now!” He sat down at one of the barstools and pulled out his phone. Y/N chuckled at her husband’s antics.

*****

Not even five hours later, Y/N and Shawn were driving to a breeder whose golden retriever had just had puppies. All of them were sold, but one. Y/N had told Shawn that they were just going to look at them and not buy any of them. He had agreed but knew her mind would change the minute she saw them.

And boy was he right. As soon as she laid eyes on the small golden retriever puppy, she fell in love. “He still hasn’t been bought yet, right?” Shawn questioned the breeder who was just trying to keep their cool over the fact that Shawn Mendes was in their house.

“No. He’s the only one. The others are getting picked up by new owners today and tomorrow. Are you guys willing to buy him? He’s 1500 dollars.”

Shawn looked at Y/N with puppy eyes who sighed at him. “Let me hold the little pup and then I will decide.”

The breeder quickly grabbed the puppy from the kennel and placed him into Y/N’s arms. “You’re a cute little fellow, aren’t you? You’re adorable.”

“We could name him Tarzan, Y/N think about it.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever, let’s just buy him.”

And so, they did buy him. And they took him to the store right after to buy food, a crate, and other essentials they would need.

*****

Now almost a year later, Tarzan was nine months old. He was as adorable and floppy as ever. He had grown quickly much to Y/N and Shawn’s dismay, but they still called him a puppy. Shawn decided to start taking allergy medication when his eyes got itchy, and he started sneezing.

“Told you this would happen,” Y/N had told him playfully one morning as they lay in bed, Tarzan at their feet.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and sneezed. “It’s okay. Tarzan is totally worth it.”

One day Shawn had come home from the studio with a big smile on his face and a bag from Petco. “What did you do babe?” Y/N had questioned him.

“You’ll thank me in a minute, trust me.” He turned away from her and went to go find Tarzan who was laying on his dog bed in the living room. “Hey buddy. Want to go for a walk?” Tarzan’s head lifted. “Yea buddy. Well first we got to put this on.” Shawn held up a dog sweater. He attempted to put Tarzan’s large legs through the wholes of the sweater and pull the hood up over his head.

“Dear, are you harassing the poor dog?” Y/N walked out from the kitchen and into the family room.

“He’s going to look so cute! Just imagine taking family Christmas photos with him. He needs to wear this for the front cover of our Christmas cards.”

“Ok, he definitely does look cute, but he also looks annoyed. Look at that face that he’s making.” Tarzan was staring up at the two from underneath his eyelids. He looked unamused.

“I’m sorry Tarzan, but this is what you get for peeing in the house all those times.” Shawn bent down to kiss him on the head and started sneezing. “And that is what you get for making fun of him,” Y/N laughed and went back into the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with allergy medicine. “Poor dog. Your dad harasses you too much. You’re probably hot with that sweater on and your fur coat.”

“But Y/N, it’s cold outside. I just want to protect our child and make sure he’s going to stay warm.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband. “He’s a dog. He’ll be hot with that sweater on even when you go outside. But I do agree that he looks cute in it. Otherwise, I would’ve made you throw it away.”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Sure, what do you think babe.”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we could have a baby next. Don’t you think it would be so cute if it had your face and your eyes. Of course, I would want us to have a boy first so he could protect his sister that will come next. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. What do you think about that?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “A kid?! First you had puppy fever and now you have baby fever! I’ll have to think about it. And there’s no way you’re getting me to do this on a whim like you did when we bought Tarzan.”

“You sure about that,” Shawn asked, raising his eyebrows and sending her a mischievous smile.

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Laito x reader|oneshot|(feat kou)

WARNINGS : may or may not contain sensual themes, sensetive content mild language, some references to pet play, and of course blood sucking (at some point) also some crude jokes and humor~ that's all happy reading you guys

One more thing kou will be in this but he won't have any major interactions with the reader he's just there for support i guess because this is strictly revolving around laito and the reader-Chan

Also I wanna say that reject made a fine choice of having kou in laitos route it really speaks for itself when you wonder does kou have a dirty mind like laito does yes yes he does readers he does but it's just not as obvious as it is with laito and yui hardly ever had to call kou a pervert (hashtag jiryia sense lmao)

Walking on your way to school was no different from any other time you would walk with laito to school although today was different because while walking to school you and laito saw a family of five walking their dog and to your unawareness. Sparked an idea in laitos mind, you didn't know what he wanted to do until you finally got to school because he was acting more off than he normally does...

You were about to put your things in your locker when he looked at you smiling with his trademark grin. You didn't know what to do but to just stare you wouldn't deny the relation you had with him was short but it was definitely still there.... You had been together with him for a little over a month now and he hadn't done anything too crazy except try to drag kou into the relationship he wanted nothing to do with....

Today shouldn't have been any different people walk their dogs all the time so why was he looking at you like you were supposed to do something for him?

He chuckled lightly before pining you against the wall making you look directly into his eyes "bitch-Chan you need to do better at paying attention to me~ should discipline you better? I would really hate to take away your freedom but if that's what it takes for you to be obedient I'll do it~" he said licking your neck sending shivers down your spine "l-laito n-not in the middle of school~" you said quietly but then you realized the moment u said that you were somewhere else somewhere different "hmm I have to get something so you know your place bitch-Chan~" he said dragging you to an isle letting you know you were in some kind of store.

before you could ask what store you heard the sounds of animals in the background 'a pet store what could he want from a pet-' your thoughts were cut off when laito had found what he'd been looking for he'd picked out a cute Lacey dog collar meant for a canine but he decided he wanted to have you wear it...

He must have been crazy but then agian he is laito so you probably would've expected as much from him....

"Come on bitch-Chan let's go purchase this so we can go home and play~" he said smiling at you only making you wonder what he meant when he said "play"

After purchasing the article he took you outside before putting it on he told you to follow him home and that he'd give you a treat if you did of course you listened because you wanted the collar off as soon as possible as it was way too small for you but laito saw it as a perfect fit~

Upon arriving he took you to his room where he sat on the bed and you attempted to get on the bed with him and you whined upon him pushing you off "oh bitch-Chan you don't understand bad dogs don't get to sit on her owners bed you have to earn it agian~" he said squaring down to where u were level with him " and you've been a very good girl so far so let's see how far you can go before you disobey me hm~? He asked chuckling amusingly

"L-laito-kun this collar is way too tight please take it off" you whimpered and he laughed

"Oh if I didn't hear correctly then I must be going crazy dogs aren't supposed to talk bitch-Chan, I want you to bark for me" he said licking your neck agian you shivered and whimpered out

You tried to follow his orders which was a little difficult givin your position you were in "a-arf arf" you managed to whimper out getting a satisfied laugh from laito, said vampire was only inches away from biting your neck "whine for me like you want me to bite you" he whispered in your ear and you whimpered out and he completed by biting your neck "ahahah it's so~ sweeet~" he moaned taking more of your blood into his cold mouth the feeling giving him shivers himself.... You had no idea what else he had planned for you this was merely the beginning.....

Of something entirely different you couldn't imagine the next thing he had planned all you could do was wonder as you melted beneath him submitting to him and the pleasure he was giving you you continued to whine like a little puppy his puppy.

"Ah bitch-chan you know I love when you do that" he said kissing you softly

"I love you bitch-chan" was the only thing you heard before you slowly drifted away into unconsciousness

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Alright this one was VERY fun to make and the next one will be special although it's not finished I will post what I have on it thank you and until next time .

PLEASE KEEP GIVING ME REQUESTS I NEED REQUESTS TO MAKE THIS BOOK WORTHWILW

-sincerely author-chan

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Days 12, 13, 14, and last but not least, 15 of commanding an AI to Make Danny Phantom Fanfics

I'm so sorry, I keep getting busy and not having time to post on Tumblr, but here we are, a little time and 4 brand new AI generated Danny Phantom fanfics, I hope y'all enjoy!

Story 1: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic where Danny has the best day of his life.

Danny Phantom woke up feeling a sense of excitement he hadn't felt in a while. It was the weekend and there were no ghosts to fight, no villains to stop, and no school projects to worry about. Today was going to be the best day ever.

He got out of bed and looked out the window. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Danny decided that he was going to go on an adventure. He dressed in his casual clothes, grabbed his backpack, and headed out into the bright day.

As he walked down the street, he came across a group of kids playing basketball. They invited him to join in, and Danny was happy to accept. He had always loved playing sports, but with his ghost powers, he had to be careful not to use them during games. Playing without his powers was a refreshing change, and he felt like a regular kid again.

After a fun game of basketball, Danny decided to head to the park. As he strolled through, he noticed a group of people doing some kind of performance. He got closer and saw that it was a circus. Danny loved the circus, but he hadn't been to one in years. He decided to stay and watch.

The performers were amazing, and Danny was in awe of their skills. His favorite act was the tightrope walker. The performer was so skilled that he looked like he was floating on air. Danny couldn't take his eyes off the performer and was completely mesmerized.

After the circus, Danny decided to go to his favorite ice cream shop. The owner was a friendly old man who always had a smile on his face. Danny ordered his favorite flavor and sat down to enjoy it. The ice cream was so good that Danny decided to order another scoop.

As he walked home, Danny couldn't help but feel happy. It had been a long time since he had such a carefree and relaxing day. He felt like he was on cloud nine.

As he entered his house, his parents greeted him with a surprise. They had constructed a new ghost portal for him to use. It was a gift for all his hard work fighting ghosts, and they wanted him to have the best tools for the job.

Danny was thrilled. Not only had he had the best day ever, but he also had the best parents ever. He went to bed that night with a huge smile on his face, thinking about all the adventures that were yet to come.

Story 2: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic that revolves around Cujo.

Danny was already having a pretty bad day when he heard a loud growling coming from the outskirts of Amity Park. He was out on patrol as his ghostly alter ego, Danny Phantom, trying to keep the town safe from any ghostly threats.

When he arrived at the source of the growling, he was surprised to find a massive dog-like ghost with fire in his eyes staring back at him. It was Cujo, one of the most ferocious and powerful ghosts he had ever encountered.

Danny's first instinct was to fight back, but he quickly realized that Cujo wasn't attacking him on purpose. The ghost dog was in pain, writhing on the ground and howling in agony.

Danny carefully approached Cujo, trying to figure out what was wrong. It didn't take long for him to see that the ghost dog was covered in terrible burns and wounds, as if he had been in a deadly battle recently.

Despite the danger, Danny decided to help Cujo. He used his ghostly powers to heal the wounds as best he could, soothing the ghost dog with his gentle touch. Cujo slowly calmed down, his eyes losing their fiery glow.

As Danny turned to leave, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. It was Jack Fenton, his father, who had been tracking the ghostly energy in the area to find Danny.

"What are you doing here, son? And why are you helping that ghost?" Jack asked, surprised.

Danny explained what had happened, and Jack's attitude softened. "Well, I guess it's good to see that you still have a heart for those in need, even if they're ghosts," he said.

The two of them helped Cujo back to the Fenton lab, where Danny and his parents worked together to create a special device that would help heal the ghost dog's injuries more quickly.

As Cujo healed, he became more and more friendly towards Danny and his family. Despite his formidable appearance, the ghost dog was actually quite gentle and grateful for their help.

Soon, Danny found himself spending more and more time with Cujo, playing fetch and going on adventures together. The other ghosts in Amity Park soon learned to fear the duo, as Cujo's powerful abilities combined with Danny's ghostly powers made them an unstoppable force.

In the end, Danny realized that even the most ferocious ghosts could have a soft side. And as for Cujo, he had found a new home and a new friend in Danny Phantom.

Story 3: Write me a funny Danny Phantom fanfic that involves Jack

Danny Phantom: Jack's Latest Experiment (and yes, this is what the AI titled the fanfic)

It was a typical Saturday morning at the Fenton household when Jack decided it was time for his latest experiment. He had been working on a new invention that he was sure would make ghost hunting even easier. However, Danny and his friends were skeptical of Jack's latest invention.

"What's this one supposed to do?" Tucker asked, eyeing the contraption warily.

"It's my latest invention for capturing ghosts," Jack proudly proclaimed. "It's a new and improved Fenton Ghost Net!"

"Um, Dad, that's just a laundry basket tied to a broomstick," Danny deadpanned.

"Exactly! It's genius!" Jack exclaimed, ignoring his son's sarcasm.

"Uh, Jack, are you sure that's a good idea?" Maddie asked, eyeing the makeshift ghost net with concern.

"Of course it is! What could possibly go wrong?" Jack replied confidently.

With a shrug, Danny and his friends followed Jack outside. As soon as they stepped outside, they were met with a glowing blue ghost hovering in midair.

"Alright, let's do this!" Jack yelled, charging at the ghost with his makeshift ghost net.

However, the ghost was too quick for Jack and quickly dodged his flimsy trap. Jack stumbled and fell flat on his face, causing everyone to burst out laughing.

"Dad, I think you need to go back to the drawing board," Danny chuckled.

Undaunted, Jack continued to try and catch the ghost with his laundry basket, but only ended up getting tangled in it instead.

"I got this! I got this!" Jack exclaimed, flailing around in his net.

Finally, the ghost had had enough and took off into the sky, leaving Jack flailing behind. As Danny and his friends doubled over with laughter, Jack continued to wave his ghost net around like a madman.

"Well, I guess it's back to the drawing board for me," Jack muttered dejectedly.

Danny and his friends couldn't help but laugh as they watched Jack stumble back into the house, still tangled up in his makeshift ghost net.

"Looks like Jack's latest experiment was a bust," Tucker quipped.

Danny could only nod in agreement as they all made their way back into the house, still chuckling at Jack's latest ghost hunting mishap.

Story 4: Write me a Danny Phantom fanfic that has Wulf in it.

Danny and his friends had just defeated Skulker and were taking a break in the Ghost Zone when they stumbled upon an unlikely ally – Wulf. Although at first Wulf was hesitant to trust Danny and his friends, he soon realized that they were not like the other humans he had encountered in the past.

Danny explained their mission to Wulf – to protect both the human and ghost world from the evil ghosts that threatened to destroy them. Wulf took an interest in their cause and decided to join them on their journey.

As they trekked through the Ghost Zone, Danny and his friends encountered ghost after ghost. With Wulf by their side, they were able to defeat them all. Wulf proved to be a valuable asset to the team, using his incredible strength and otherworldly powers to help them in battles.

But their mission would not be without its setbacks. Vlad Plasmius had caught wind of Danny’s plans and was determined to stop them at all costs. In a fierce battle, Danny and his friends faced off against Vlad and his army of ghost minions. It was a tough fight, but with Wulf’s help, they were able to pull through and finally defeat Vlad once and for all.

After the battle, Wulf expressed his gratitude towards Danny and his friends. He had never been able to trust humans before, but Danny and his group had shown him that not all humans are bad. Wulf decided to continue helping Danny and his team, offering his strength and knowledge of the Ghost Zone to aid in their future endeavors.

Together, Danny, his friends, and Wulf vowed to protect both the human and ghost world from any threats that may arise, standing tall as the ultimate ghost-fighting team.

The End

And that's the batch I missed, sorry yet again but hey, ya got 4 stories outta it lol.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #Ghosts #Going Ghost #Nicktoons #AI #Ai Generated #AI Generated Stories #Fanfic #Danny Phantom Fanfic #Funny #Humor #Lol #Wulf #Skulker

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Tokiya Ichinose (Repeat) Memorial

Meant that as a compliment

Translator: Koto (twitter: kotowari16) Proofreader: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora) Editor: Pam (twitter: skywyld), Sasteria (tumblr: forestofsecret), Terry (twitter: turtlemudge)

The first time I heard her song was on the day after the entrance ceremony.

"Did you make this?"

Although we exchanged some words yesterday and today, Nanami-san had little self-assertion. She was modest and the shyness that stemmed from her meekness was severe.

But, this song….

Generally speaking, it was dynamic and flashy, and yet I noticed the delicate parts here and there as well.

I couldn't help but look at her from head to toe.

"Did you really make this song?"

I asked in order to emphasize my question.

"…Yes. Ah… how… was it?"

"It’s not quite complete, is it? If you want me to sing this, you’ll have to work harder."

"Ah… You’re… right. I’ll do my best."

"In addition, unlike you, I’m quite busy so we won’t be able to practice together often. Please try to work as hard as you can on your own. All right?"

"Yes."

She really seemed to be practicing hard on her own after that.

"Oh…. Here’s her name again…."

Whenever I went through the booking process to reserve a recording room, I caught sight of her name on the request form quite a number of times.

It looked like she pretty much shut herself in the recording room yesterday and the day before for 3 to 5 hours.

On top of that….

She was also actively taking the supportive curriculum for composition alongside her regular classes.

It’s good to be ambitious.

No, this was the least she could do as my partner.

"Sensei, I made a song! Could you listen to it?"

"Hm? What is it, Nanami? You’ve made one already? That’s quick. All right, sounds good. Let me take a look."

"Okay!"

I heard voices from within the staff room and when I turned to look, I saw Nanami-san and Hyuga-san talking.

Evidently, it seemed Nanami-san wanted Hyuga-san’s opinion as well.

Hyuga-san is a caring person and, as he likes motivated students, he’ll listen to their songs and offer his opinion as long as he has the time.

His ears are trustworthy.

And his advice is spot-on.

I concluded that she should be able to develop further without me for the time being.

As Hyuga-san started listening to her song, Nanami-san suddenly raised her head and looked around….

Her eyes immediately met mine.

"Ah! Ichinose-san!"

When she saw me, Nanami-san ran up to me, looking happy.

Like a faithful dog.

It reminded me of a dog which has been staying at home and runs up to their owner with all they have the moment they spot them.

I just happened to be here.

That aside, what had made her so happy?

I struggled with understanding.

"Are you feeling alright? You’ve been absent for a week and I was worried…."

That’s right, it’s been a week since I came to school.

Of course, I hadn’t contacted her at all during that time.

Did she mean to say she was worried for me because I’m her partner?

"Yes, I’ve completely recovered. It’s the reason why I came to school today. However, I'll only attend class in the morning because I have something to do in the afternoon…."

To catch up, I had come here to book a recording room and do some practice on my own after I come back.

"I’m glad you’re feeling better! Ah… I’m currently working hard on making the song, could you listen to it once it’s done?"

"Yes, that’s fine, but I don’t want to listen to it in an incomplete state. Please be sure to finish it all the way through first, okay?"

"All right! I’ll do my best!"

"If the quality is good enough, I’ll even sing it."

She was in such high spirits that I couldn’t resist saying something like that.

"Really? Ah, that makes me happy! Then, I’ll work very, veeery hard to make a great song!"

Nanami-san laughed.

Again, why was she so happy? It should only be natural for me to sing her song considering we’re partners.

"Nanami, I finished listening. You want to hear what I think?"

Hyuga-san beckoned.

"Yes! I’ll be right there. Well, I’ll be going now."

She quickly bowed her head and ran back to him.

She seemed like a restless person

Although, it was also a good thing to be committed and optimistic.

She still had much more to learn as my partner, but I don't have time to deliberately be hands-on. If she’s self-motivated, all the better.

I’m unaware of her true abilities as of yet, but for now, she doesn’t seem to have any major flaws which would cause a dissolution to our partnership.

That is, however, only the case for her as a composer.

Her usual self is a bit absentminded and I have always thought that is something she needs to work on.

Then, there was that unbelievable situation.

All I’d done was leave my book with her. Despite that, how did she get herself locked inside of a storage room?

To put it frankly, Nanami-san is a klutz. She is too kind.

I was the one who brought a book to a sports festival. I’m the one at fault, so she should have just let it go….

I won’t say I was surprised that she, honest to a fault, came to get it back and got locked up in the process.

I had no intention of defending those who locked Nanami-san up, but in this industry, that sort of thing is a daily occurrence.

Could she really survive in the entertainment industry?

I grew a bit anxious.

Plus, the thing about her being HAYATO’s fan….

No matter how much we look alike, it bothers me when I’m asked to do the same things HAYATO does.

Turned out she was just another mindless groupie.

She was working so hard because she figured if she were to be accepted by me, she could get the opportunity to meet HAYATO. That had to be it.

While I was relieved that I had figured out her scheme, I was a bit confused as to why I myself also felt disappointed.

Everybody works hard for their own sake, for their own desires and dreams.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if HAYATO fans were seeing HAYATO through me.

And yet, why am I disappointed…?

"If it was taken from you, it would have been all right to just give up since it was something you couldn’t help."

Maybe it was because I was disheartened, or because I wanted to rebuke Nanami-san’s hasty action, but I realized that my tone had become cold.

"I couldn’t do that."

Oddly enough, Nanami-san strongly objected to it.

Oh….

I thought she was just a timid person, but even she could make a face like that.

I was a little surprised.

"…Why?"

It shouldn’t have been that hard to simply give up on the book and explain the situation to me.

"Because Ichinose-san is my partner…. You trusted me and gave me the book. That’s not something I can betray."

She spoke while looking straight at me.

"I see. Partner… is it…? Now that you mention it, have you finished the song?"

"…Not completely… but… a small part… Um…"

The song she started to play was something truly wonderful.

I was surprised when I first heard her play it and I was amazed at how good her sense was... but it was even better than I imagined.

And this song…

It was designed with me in mind. It was made to be sung by me.

I didn’t understand what she planned to do to get my attention, but….

It seemed that at least as a composer, she was putting in effort to carry out her role as my partner.

"It’s still lacking, however…"

I spoke sternly, despite recognizing her talent and ability. She probably hadn’t reached her full potential.

You have grown so much in the last month.

You can’t stop that development here. You should push it even further.

"...In any case, more like this…"

If you see mistakes, correct them.

If you know your strengths, develop them.

It’s simple.

And, I can help with that.

"It’d be better if we do it like this over here as well."

"Ah, then, let’s change it here too… How does this feel?"

This…

For a moment, I was at a loss for words surprised by the level of completion in the melody she had played.

Even though I had given just a little bit of advice, to think that she managed this much….

"Yes, I think this is better."

I wondered if this is what catching on quickly is like.

That was the first time she’s been able to meet me as an equal.

I decided I had to change the impression I’ve held of her up until now.

"Quality", "Willpower", "Optimism". It seemed like she had what’s needed to be my partner.

I was delighted.

Just how far will she be able to grow from here, I wondered.

I began looking forward to the next few months.

"It’s unrefined, but… Apparently, it seems I have no choice but to recognize your sense of composition."

I wasn't planning on complimenting her but that was my honest opinion.

Though that was probably due to her efforts.

Apparently, it seems okay to expect a little more of her.

I ask you, please don’t betray those expectations, okay?

If possible, I would like to attend the graduation audition with your song.

The fact that I’m thinking this far ahead is because you have the talent.

#tokiya repeat #tokiya ichinose #utapri

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