A/N: I haven't written fanfiction properly in over 10 years, so all constructive critism is welcomed. Please review seriously like you are reviewing a new episode of the old series, or a book. Don't be nice about it, honesty in all its many forms is the most valuable things that you can give me. It will help me to improve my writing style, ideas and story.
Challenge: Waylon Smithers/Homer Simpson (because I've always been kind of interested in this pairing, and because Smithers is literally the cutest little puppy dog ever. He has a secret soft spot for like, everybody, despite what he says.) I'm so sorry if this is one of those pairings that makes you go 'eurgh, why? WTF?' I honestly never indulge in that kind of random bullshit, but.. this pairing, just absolutely kills me for some reason.
Summary: Lots of little drabbles. Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps. Might turn into bigger drabbles soon that turn into an actualy story. But for now, these are little teasers. Give me challenges people, ideas, lots and lots of cute fluff.
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Presents From A Puppy Dog
What makes you think I've even got you a present? he grumbled.
"Because, my sweet little Smithers, you love a little mush mush," Homer teased gently in a sing song voice. He poked his cute little button nose playfully, earning the most adorable of blushes and disgruntled, defeated grunts and frowns. He kissed the tip of his ear as well, and the blush expanded so much it was to tell what shade of red was normal for him anymore.
"Simpson, stoppit..." he half whined, half grumbled.
"Why?" Homer giggled lightly, snaking round behind him on the soft duvet to massage his shoulders and back lovingly.
"I think, I uh.. I think.." Smithers stammered, unable to know where and how to go with this.
The gentle nibble on his left ear did it, and he slid down in bed against him instantly with a soft groan to match his performance.
Ohhh... Goddamn that buffoon.