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[They/he][24] Avid fanfic reader/writer and artist Gehehe DNI: minors & proshippers

[squinkyfish]

I write x reader fics, use # s to navigate the page while i work on my intro post! Thank u hope u enjoy my fics :D

Currently writing for:

Creepypasta

Osomatsu-san

Marble Hornets

Smiling Friends

JJBA

Metalocalypse

ATHF

IASIP

Sally Face

OCS (Cody)

Will add more soon.....

Anons: 🪼🍒

[squinkyfish]

SQUINKYYY I MISS U, WHERE R UUUU

Im right here!!!!! Don't worry bbg I got you, new fic out soon

[squinkyfish]

PLEASE WRITE THE CODY OC PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

Im crying I'm so happy everyone loves Cody, dw his full fic will be out soon. There's lot of Cody to be had in the future!!

[squinkyfish]

Should I do a seven minutes in heaven fic? Who would i even do it with,,,

[atyourperil]

is anyone here ready for fat transgender summer can we give it up for fat transgender summer

[squinkyfish]

Tim, Brian, Toby and Kate all live in a cabin in the woods. Except Kate who is akin to their feral pet coyote who lives in the cellar bc she likes the dark. She rarely leaves her room except to go on missions. Idk is this too silly?

[squinkyfish]

yo this isn't a req, more like a question, do you think toby would have cannibalistic tendencies? cuz lowk i've been thinking abt this for so long but idk. what do you think? i might as well write something related to this actually...

Ungh YES!!!!!!!!!! I need more cannibal Toby esp if reader is nonhuman or a cannibal, he loves bringing home dinner for his beloved. Plus it helps with body disposal. Prion disease be damned this man will happily cook you a human filet and put his whole pussy into it. Sometimes if he loves reader enough he'll ask for a taste of their flesh or to drink their blood. ABSOLUTELY WRITE TOBY WITH CANNIBALISTIC TENDENCIES!!! Toby def freaks Tim and Brian out with it but he also sees it as a way to save what little money they're able to get from victims.

[squinkyfish]

Mayhaps..

M reader in a relationship with both Hoodie and Masky?

I have been craving this poly for weeks now and there is virtually no content about it :<

Whether or not you write it,

All love🪼 <3

Cigarettes and Beer

Masky/Tim x Male Reader x Hoodie/Brian

MDNI

Tw: blood, assault, death, vomit, kidnapping, attempted SA

Tonight had started out just like any other, another late shift at the connivence store that had you wishing you didn't have to pay for college. You knew you didn't have to work there for much longer as you'd have your degree soon enough but still it was a miserable job. Well most of the time it was, the only time it wasn't was when those two came into the store. Occasionally they'd have a third younger guy with them but he never really caught your eye. It was Tim and Brian, you couldn't help but overhear their names when the younger one would scream it across the store. Tonight it was just the two of them and you had a plan to talk to them without nearly vomiting. You were going to be cool and confident, you had written a note out for them and planned to put it in their bag. Unfortunately tonight was a bad night for your aforementioned plan because the only thing they came to the counter with was a six pack. "Kools?" You ask sheepishly, remembering what Tim's usual brand of cigarettes were as he got them nearly every time. He smiles and gives you a curt nod as you are already reaching to grab the cigarettes. "Smart kid! That and the beer thank you." Brian pipes up pulling his wallet out he gives you a handful of wrinkled bills, shooting u a gap toothed smirk.

"H-here's your receipt..." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you hold out the paper with his change. That's when you realize the note you wrote them isn't in the stack of bills you're handing back to him. Oh god you can't just hand it to them right? That would be so weird, handing them a note that was saying you wanted to go out on a date with both of them. You were clamming up, standing there like an idiot sweating bullets. "You good kid?" Tim asks taking notice of your stiffened appearance while Brian gently takes the bills from your hand. "I um....I don't....w-well..." You manage to stutter out before pulling out the folded up note you had spent hours writing. Shakily you hold it out to the two of them, your face bright red. The both of them look at one another in confusion before Tim reaches out to grab hold of it. Your hand is clamped down on the paper though as you debate on just shoving it back in your pocket. It's way too late now as Tim wiggles it free from your grasp. "I-it's for both....b-both of you..." You admit sheepishly. "But please wait to read it!" If they read it in-front of you then you might very well die of shame and embarrassment. I mean what if they were disgusted by a man coming onto them? Especially the one who works at their usual convenience store, what if they never came back to this store again? "On s-second thought can I just-" You say reaching out and grabbing for the folded piece of paper only for Brian to snatch it from Tim.

"Hey now, you wrote this for us right?" You nod your head nervously. "Alright then we'll be holdin onto this." Brian says before stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans with a smirk. He turns around waving Tim to come along, Tim stares at you through squinted eyes before turning around to follow Brian. You feel like your heart is about to pop in your chest when they finally leave the store. "Oh fuck I totally fucked up didn't I?" You ask yourself aloud, dropping your head onto the counter you groan loudly. The rest of your shift is spent waiting for a text or a call from either of them but your phone never went off. Before you knew it your shift was over leaving you feeling miserable and worse than when you started the night off. Even as you drive home you're checking your phone at every red light to make sure you didn't miss a call or not hear the ding of a text. By the time you're home the hope of hearing back from them fizzled into despair. You enter your home absolutely exhausted, a shitty studio apartment not far from where you work. It's not much but it's home.

Locking the door you drop your stuff onto your coffee table then make your way to the bathroom. You were lucky enough to find a place that didn't have communal bathrooms thankfully. Entering your bathroom you start up a warm shower to help relax the tension in your muscles. Funnily enough as soon as you step into the shower is when you hear your phone ring from the countertop. In a panic you try rushing out of the shower, nearly slipping and falling onto the tile floor. Grabbing at the device you flip it over and there's a text from an unknown number with one word. 'Sup' with that you're jumping up and down, pumping your fists into the air in a mostly silent victory. Quickly finishing your shower you excitedly text back a quick reply. From that moment on you were non stop texting who you would soon find out to be Brian. Turns out Tim has a shitty old flip phone that he refuses to upgrade but he was absolutely ecstatic over your note. Both of them were actually, in fact Brian mentioned that you had caught their eye some time ago. Initially they were going to try competing for your affection but decided it was better to admire you from a distance. Unbeknownst to you the real reason was they didn't want you to get caught up in their 'work'. It was a very difficult decision when it came to texting you as they weighed both the pros and cons. Turns out the pros definitely outweighed the few cons that they could come up with.

So you stayed up all night texting back and forth with Brian, Tim would occasionally have him send you a message. The three of you even started hanging out in person, it was mostly just the three of you smoking cigarettes and drinking beer at your apartment. You'd also go out on nature walks with them though they both seemed to be on edge most of the time. After a couple of months of just spending time getting to know one another you finally decide to drop the question. It's a quiet night of smoking outside the apartment complex while sipping on some PBR just enjoying each others company. "So, would you guys ever....fuck maybe I'm a little too drunk to ask this..." You nervously start before realizing maybe you've drank just a little too much. "Don't be like that c'mon! Out with it already!" Brian eggs you on giving you a pat on the back encouragingly. Tim drags hard on his cigarette before blowing the smoke out through his nose. His eyes drift towards yours an eyebrow lifting as he waits for you to finish, suddenly you're a puddle of mush. Unable to get the words out of your mouth as you sputter and trip over words babbling like an idiot. "D-do you......do.....date.....with m-me?" Is what you manage to squeak out in a pitiful manner. Tim rolls his eyes turning to you with a cigarette between one of his fingers he grabs your face. Then presses his lips firmly against yours his lips are soft despite the cold night air. When he pulls away you can already hear Brian whining. "Man I still can't believe you won the coin flip! Such bullshit, now scoot the fuck out of the way it's my turn." Before you can process what he said Brian's mouth is already locking with yours this time the kiss is aggressive and needy.

It's not long until he's roughly pulled off of you by Tim though. "Alright alright enough of that, he just asked us out for fuck's sake." You were absolutely starstruck. "So you guys aren't like weirded out or anything?" You ask pointing your finger at the two of them suspiciously. Brian merely pulls you closer so that your hips are pressed against his. "We knew the whole time, we were waiting on you. You practically said it in your letter anyway." Brian says with a small chuckle as Tim comes in behind to sandwich you between the two of them. "We had a feeling even before that, just didn't expect you to want both of us." Your face burns bright red as Tim smiles at you while Brian puts his face into the crook of your neck. You had finally landed your dream men after months of being unsure of your relationship to them. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you nuzzle into Brian. "Can we celebrate? Let's go out somewhere for drinks!" You say excitedly while looking over your shoulder at Tim for approval. You knew Brian was always down for the bar albeit a little hesitant to be in a crowded bar, but Tim was outright against it. Tim looked down into your pleading eyes and realized he couldn't resist that face. "Fine. Just because it's a special occasion." You don't notice but Brian's face drops for a second and he gives Tim a look. The two seem to almost communicate without speaking for a moment before smiling at you. "You two are so weird." You say before laughing.

Hopping in the old beat-up pickup you slide into the middle seat and buckle the lap belt. Tim hops into the driver seat while Brian gets in on the passenger side his hand automatically grabbing your thigh. He gives you a gap toothed smile as he squeezes your thigh gently then gives it a pat. Sighing softly you lean against Tim while Brian keeps a hand on your thigh. The drive to the bar is quiet as you watch the town pass by until you realize you aren't going to a bar in town. "Hey where are we going? There's plenty of bars here in town why are we going so far out of town?" Tim doesn't take his eyes off of the road as he pulls a cigarette out of his pack of Kools. He proceeds to light it and roll down the window before speaking. "Got a special place for you tonight. Won't be as crowded." You open your mouth to say something but are cut off when Brian chimes in. "You wanted a bar sweetheart and you're gettin a bar. We come to this place every once and awhile it's....charming." You raise an eyebrow at that gap toothed smirk of his. "Oh come on we'll go to one of your fancy city slicker bars another day." Rolling your eyes you can't help but to smile. They were like this sometimes, if you were going in public they picked the place, it was a rare occasion if you got a say. After a relatively quiet drive the three of you pull up to a dingy tavern on the outskirts of town.

First impressions weren't everything but this bar definitely wasn't particularly welcoming. Once the bartender spots the three of you and a grin spreads across their face. "Hey you two long time no see!" Cracking open two Bud Weisers they slide them across the bar towards the boys. "These are on me, come n get em!" Without another word your boys start crossing the surprisingly crowded room until you felt a hand grab your arm from the dense crowd. Another hand covers your mouth and drags you out of a side exit of the bar into an alley. Slamming you against a wall he grabs you by the throat with one hand while the other starts to drag on your skin underneath your shirt. Your eyes widen as you realize what's happening, you feel the air leave your lungs as his hand tightens around your neck. Eyes filling with tears you realize that this is really happening to you and that you might die. But before he can do anything you see the glimmer of a blade press against his throat. It presses tightly against his neck then slides from one side to the other. Blood spurts out onto your face as the man removes his hands from you and desperately covers his throat but is unable to stop the bleeding. You cover your hands over your mouth as arms wrap around you tightly. "I'm so sorry, doll are you okay?" Tim asks holding your face in his hands. You immediately push him away and back against the wall.

You could feel the bile rise in your throat as you stared down at the freshly made corpse mere feet away. Unable to hold back you spew the contents of your stomach onto the asphalt in front of you. Your body shaking as you fall down to your knees in front of your own vomit. Tim cautiously approaches you, every step he takes forward makes you crawl closer to the wall behind you. "I'm not gonna hurt you (Y/n), I just-" "S-stay away...." Is all you can manage before finding it in you to run out of the alley way to the street as quickly as you can. This wasn't happening to you, you didn't just witness a murder committed by one of your boyfriends. There was no way that Tim was capable of doing something so heinous. Somehow you manage to hitch a ride back into town, not the safest but you needed to leave immediately. Turning you look out the back window to see Tim standing in the middle of the road watching you drive away. You don't register arriving at home nor do you remember how you got there in one piece. Climbing the stairs to get to your apartment you feel yourself getting lightheaded but don't stop. You can't stop moving right now you had to get to your apartment and lock up before he could catch up to you. Maybe you could call Brian, he wasn't as level headed as Tim at least that's what you had thought. You would get into your apartment and lock the door behind you in a panic. It's not long after you do that you hear a knock on your door to which you hurriedly look out the peephole and see Brian.

"Brian?" You ask through the door, heart hammering inside of your chest. "(Y/N), open the door I need to talk to you." His voice is steady and sure. "Is Tim with you?" You're obviously terrified, sitting inside of your apartment shaking like a newborn deer. He doesn't say anything for some time as he thinks over what he wants to say. "No, open the door." With that you began to start undoing the bolt before stopping in your tracks. "Come on (Y/N) don't make this harder than it has to be." He says sternly, you had never heard Brian so serious it was honestly off putting. It scared you, in fact it scared you so much that you back away from the door into your apartment. Loud knocks start at your door as you scurry over and onto your bed huddling beneath the comforter. You shook sitting in the eerie silence that filled the empty air of your apartment as the knocks finally stopped. Then in the silence you hear a clicking noise followed by the sound of a window sliding open. Heart racing in your ears you feel your mind go into fight or flight unsure if you should make a run for the door or not. You only start moving for it when the thud of work boots hits your floor. Before you know it you're undoing all of the locks to your door and throwing it open. No sooner do you open it than a pair of arms slide underneath yours to lock you into a hold. You start kicking, screaming and thrashing around in Brian's grip but it's of no use as he's a very well built man. Damn him for being so sexy and in shape! Soon a hand is covering your mouth while another pair of arms are grabbing your legs. You open your eyes to see a white mask with black details staring straight at you. You feel your heart drop as you finally look up to see a black hooded man with a red frowny face.

The next thing you know you're thrown into that same old pickup truck and buckled in by the man with the white mask. "God fucking dammit Tim did you have to kill the guy?" Brian asks pulling the mask up off of his face. Tim hops into the passenger side pulling a cigarette from his pack he puts it between his lips. "He was gonna kill him! Besides that's another scumbag in the dirt." Tim says lighting his cigarette casually. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" You scream before lunging for the door but Brian quickly locks the it while Tim grabs hold of you and settles you back into the middle seat. Before you can thrash about again Brian puts the truck into gear and starts onto the road. "Listen baby if you just stay calm we'll be golden. Understand?" Brian's eyes never leave the road as he speaks to you. "First of all I'm not your baby, secondly take me home. Now." You demand, Tim merely chuckles in response. "Not happening, we're takin you to our home darlin'." Brian says with that fucking smirk of his. "Please just let me go I'll do whatever you want, please I'm begging you." "What we want is to take you to your new home, we'll grab your stuff later." Tim says firmly, dragging on the cigarette hard then blowing the smoke out through his nose. The rest of the ride to your new home was completely silent, not one of you dared to speak and break the delicate calm. You had made a mistake asking these two out clearly they didn't have a problem killing people it was only a matter of time before they killed you.

You could see it now, your corpse buried in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere. Your body might even be mutilated beyond recognition. After an hour long drive into the woods a cabin comes into view. It's of a modest size and appears to have a second floor, possibly a cellar. The building looks to be forty some years old appearing as though basic maintenance has been kept up but not much outside of that. The stairs to the porch creek and groan as the three men file their way inside of the run down cabin. The front door leads directly into what could only be the living room where a man sits on the couch. It's the same man that occasionally joined Tim and Brian at the convenience store where you worked. Well used to work seeing as you were trapped in butt fuck nowhere with two psychos and potentially a third one. "Oh c-c'mon so you g-guys g-get to have a b-boy here w-while poor Toby gets n-nothing? N-not c-cool." His body spasms and twitches uncontrollably. "W-who is h-he a-anyway?" He asks half paying attention to the three of you and half paying attention to whatever was on the old tube tv. Tim knocks his boots off then makes his way towards the kitchen effectively ignoring Toby. Brian on the other hand speaks up. "The guy from the gas station. He's with us now." He wraps an arm around you pulling you tight to his chest in a protective manner. The action makes you blush but you still pull away from his grip. "I am with no one! You assholes killed someone and then kidnapped me!" You say stamping your foot.

"Sugar don't be like that, we don't mean you no harm. So why don't you just relax-" Brian starts but you aren't having any of it. "No I won't 'relax'! I'm so sick of being lied to by you and Tim. I'm hiking back to town." You storm out of the cabin into the woods and start the long journey home. Around the fifth mile is when you realize you don't know exactly where you are as there's no paved roads just dirt trails. As the last bit of light dims leaving you wandering through the dark by moonlight you think of Tim and Brian. The curves of their lips, the shine to their eyes, and those strong expressions it made your knees weak. Or maybe it was because of how tired you were, not just from walking but from everything. It felt like your bones were made of lead while your mind was slowly shutting down emotionally. You decide to take a second to rest against a tree when you close your eyes for just a second. When you open them again you realize you're inside of a room laying down on a bed. Your head aches as you slowly sit up to fully take in your surroundings. By the look of the room you had an idea of whose house you were sleeping in. It was only further confirmed when you spotted a figure asleep in the chair on the other side of the room. Tim's head gently bobbed occasionally slipping off of his hand but it would always come to rest on his palm again. He was handsome like that he was always handsome but when he was sleeping he was more relaxed. The poor man was always on edge and it seemed to be for good reason, he had saved your life. Maybe you judged him too quickly.

The door gently creeks open and Brian walks in holding a plate that has a simple breakfast sitting on it. His face is deep in thought until he spots you sitting up. Brian opens his mouth to speak but you quickly shush him and point over at Tim. He smiles softly and walks to the bed sitting down on the edge. He hands you the plate then stands up to leave but you grab his arm before he can go too far. "What is sugar?" He asks his tone hushed. "We have a lot to talk about. But right now I'm tired, stay here until i fall asleep?" You ask quietly. Brian's laugh comes out gentle, he brings out a hand and cups your face. "Of course I will." As you lay back down you can feel Brian's hand slowly crawl into yours and hold it tightly. As you drift off once again you realize things may not be simple right now but they were okay.

(A/n): sorry this took so long but i've finally finished a request!!! Lots more along the way <3

[squinkyfish]

Ya'll can't handle my swag, I'm literally obsessed with Cody rn. Expect a full fic soon plus a marble hornets fic.

Also this ref sheet was done so insanely quick pls be kind

[squinkyfish]

I've got some art of cody for you guys, would you like to see it?? Yes i'm still writing creepypasta fics but i'm hyperfixated on Cody. He's the loser yandere oc in this post.

[swampbitch-fics]

ok someone on here made a post that Toby is a fiend for bush (if I find said post again I will credit or someone let me know please) and YES OHMYGOD- BUT 🤓☝🏾 I would like to take this a step further-

Toby is a rabid armpit licker. That man is ruled by his nose, an absolute bloodhound. He wants your sweet pheromones on his tongue. Your sweat is like an appetizer to the meal.

If you squirm because it tickles that just means he pins you down harder — he can't help himself.

"M'Sorry... j-just a lil' more, then I'll– quit mo-ovin so-o much..."

He doesn't care if there's stubble scratching at his face cuz he caught you before a shower. In fact, hair just holds everything in, so the more the better. anywhere. don't shave ever again. be free

.......no? too much even for us? it's ok I'll see myself out

[onemore2morrow]

Hey so unlike the weird message TADC is trying to preach you actually don’t have to ask your bullies / abusers if they’re okay and it actually isn’t your responsibility to put your own feelings aside and “pry more” when you’ve been treated with nothing but violence for prying in the first place

[squinkyfish]

Loser Freak

Gender Neutral Reader x Loser Yandere OC

MDNI

Tws: yandere themes, blood, gore, abuse, sex

Twenty five year old loser living off of daddy's money (he might have killed daddy but it's okay)

Grew up in an extremely abusive and neglectful environment

Smells horrible, you have to constantly remind him to clean himself. Usually takes it as you caring about him, part of the reason he'll jokingly say "Only if you join me darling."

Definitely would've been an incel if not for you, even if you refuse his advances he's always obsessed with you.

Gets into fights because he can't handle when other people talk to you or look at you....or breath near you.

Absolute sweetheart to you and only you.

Tries baking and cooking for you all the time but is a complete and utter failure in anything other than video games.

If he's not with you or watching you he's on a week long gaming bender.

Drinks cheap beer and smokes cheaper weed.

Can chug a four loco

Can also chug any energy drink known to man

Total pervert, watches hentai and everything. Probably has an aheago outfit that he would wear proudly on special occasions.

"Goons" for hours at a time but he's only ever thinking about you or looking at pictures of you. Can't get off any other way.

Keeps locks of his victims' hair and occasionally teeth.

Listens to the cringiest bands you can think of, but also really into emo and punk music.

Definitely considers you his "darling" and has a million pet names for you.

His room is a mess from dirty clothes to moldy dishes it's about as bad as you're thinking. You consistently help him to keep it somewhat clean.

Has three outfits that he alternates between and they all require the same pair of jeans.

Anything to do with self care you have to coerce him into doing. "I will hold your hand if you do the laundry." "How long??" "Five minutes, ten if you also take a shower and brush your teeth." "Deal!"

Do you love him? That's up to you, if you do love him then you'll be the most spoiled prince/princess in the world.

Definitely overbearing as fuck and doesn't know how to take things easy.

If you've known him your whole life he's def saved his virginity for you.

Only reason he has braces now is because his teeth were severely impacting his life.

Not a cannibal but would happily drink your blood or eat a piece of your flesh. Would much rather you eat his flesh though, doesn't get off on it but sees it as the ultimate display of love.

Definitely gets overwhelmed by dogs and prefers cats but if you want a god by fuck you'll have ten dogs.

Super manipulative and will gaslight you but is genuinely so bad at it. "Y-you promised meee." "No I didn't, quit lying."

Moans and whimpers during sex. Even if it's just a handjob he's putty in your hands.

Tends to whisper when he speaks but can get loud if he really wants to, also has a stutter.

He goes to college in an upcoming fic of mine, he would've gone for entomology but he goes for yours to get the same class schedule.

(A/N): That's all I'm doing for now bc I have a full fic lined up for him. Please lmk if you guys want more of him!

[putridherb]

Commissions are open! I know I haven't posted a whole lot recently. Here are some examples of my work!

I opened these commissions because I am currently homeless, alone, and unable to support myself, I am in the middle of trying to get a job right now and I really need the money to get back on my feet, fix my vehicle which is my only home and transportation

I really need help, and Im sorry to beg but please consider commissionining me it would be a lifesaver!

[squinkyfish]

Should i do some yandere oc one shots? I might make a couple in between requests

¿Quieres?

Yes!!!!!!!

Hell naw

Voting ended onJun 30

[squinkyfish]

I heart writing the childhood best friends trope with characters esp creepypastas

[squinkyfish]

hello mr squinkyfish i would like a one liu x ftm reader please if that's ok...plot can be literally anything idm..

Mixed Signals

Ftm Reader x Homicidal Liu

MDNI

When you first met Liu you honestly hated him, well that's what it seemed like at least. Every time you talked to him it was all passive aggressive comments and glares.

Of course the way you two met wasn't very traditional in fact you ran into each other under a bridge where he was staying

"Do you live here or something?" You asked seemingly with a sneer

But the next day you showed up under that same bridge searching for him with a basket in your hand

Inside was a packed lunch that you forcibly shoved into his hands wordlessly then walked away

The next day you did the exact same thing, then the day after that, and so on and so forth

Eventually you even gave him a key to your apartment "Take a shower, I can't stand the way you smell."

So he followed you home and took a shower, when he emerged from the warmth of the water there was a fresh set of clothes laying on the counter

When he was dressed and tried to leave you suddenly appeared behind him "Your clothes are drying and those are mine. I don't want them dirty, go on the couch."

From that day on Liu always had clean clothes, fresh food, and place to sleep. He had the perfect life but there was one problem.

Your attitude was abysmal, you always had some problem with Liu.

Whether it be he was too close to you, even if you were the one who was practically hugging his arm, or he was breathing too loudly it seemed like it was always something

Now Liu was a pretty passive kind of guy but he wasn't a complete doormat. He knew if he didn't say something then Sully would and that never ends well.

"What is your problem with me?" He had finally confronted you after dealing with you for over a month. To that your face turned a bright red "What are you talking about? If you don't like me then you can just leave."

So that's what he did, he left and didn't come back to your house.

Almost immediately though you were in a panic and searching around town in places you expected him to be staying.

You couldn't find him and when you couldn't find him you found yourself tearing up. So you headed to the bridge where the two of you met.

Soon enough you were full on sobbing before you realized someone was watching you "What do you want?" You practically blubbered attempting to appear tough. Though the effort was in vain.

With a sigh Liu sat down next to you and you started crying again clinging onto his jacket like a child.

Pulling you up from where the two of you were sitting Liu held your hand gently and guided you back to the house.

Once inside you sat down on the couch while Liu went into the kitchen. It took him a little while but eventually he came out with a plate of burnt food.

You couldn't help but giggle, wiping the tears from your eyes. "This looks terrible."

"I'm sure it tastes worse." Liu grumbled before giving you a peck on the forehead and grabbing for the plate. Only for you to stop him "Don't throw it out, that's a waste idiot."

He simply smiles in response to your comment as he watches you trying not to gag on the food.

From that day on you seemed to soften up, not much but enough that Liu took notice. You weren't calling him an asshole every other sentence or glaring at him as much.

One day he accidentally walked into the bathroom while you were changing when Liu entered to use the toilet.

"Quit staring and help or get the fuck out."

You only said this because you were struggling to pull your binder up over your head.

You had been on testosterone for years now so you passed pretty well. What you didn't do however was get top surgery, you were saving up for it though.

After Liu helped you out he asked if he could talk to you about it as he wanted to understand you better.

You, begrudgingly, answered all of his questions. "Could I give you your shot sometime?" He asked to which you blushed brightly.

Having him in your life generally seemed to improve your mood albeit a barely noticeable amount outwardly.

So one day you managed to work up enough courage to do something you never thought you could: ask Liu out. Of course you couldn't do it in a traditional manner.

So when Liu got home from searching for Jeff, which he had more or less given up on since meeting you, he was greeted with an interesting sight.

You sitting on the couch with a trail of roses leading into the kitchen. It was super corny but at the end was a small note.

It was heart felt and honest unlike your usual annoyed self.

"Did you write this?" He had asked almost incredulously.

Sending him a glare you finally speak. "Who the hell else would have done it?"

Needless to say Liu was flabbergasted but somehow felt the exact same way.

You only softened up more as time passed eventually becoming Liu's own grumpy little teddy bear.