❝ What's your favourite bug, Sally? ❞
❝ I don't know, I'd probably say a butterfly. ❞ I traced the soft lines of wear and tear on his mask and smiled.
❝ Why's that? Is it because they're pretty? ❞ Suddenly, Sal cupped my cheek, pulling me closer.
❝ That's because they can fly anywhere in the whole wide world if they chose to. Butterflies are free, Y/N. ❞ He paused.
❝ Besides, over any butterfly, no matter how many stripes or polka dots it has, I'd always say you are the prettiest. ❞
Y/N Johnson is Larry's little sister, just by a couple of minutes, but to him, it didn't really matter. He teased her always about finding a boyfriend, first starting with some of the guys swooning over her at Nockfell High, and she never realized that she'd fall in love with the new upstairs neighbor.
Little did she know, her new neighbor was the one and only Sally Face.
[I do not own Sally Face or any of the series and franchise. The art above is not mine, and the credits go to the proper owner.]
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢 𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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