#teddy06

[teddy06writes]

Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.

[teddy06]

Alright top gun fan artists who's taking one for the team and giving Bradley this sign cause lord knows I'm not talented enough

[louisapennyfeather2021]

🍒🍉🍊

:)

Thank you, Layne :)💙

🍒 Do You Title Your Chapters?

It depends, tbh. In my fanfics, I've started titling chapters more because I know people enjoy fun titles. I'm just struggling with actually making the titles fun lol.

I don't title them in my original works, though.

🍉 Favorite Trope? What's a cliche that you just love?

This will sound weird and you have to let me explain, but I like the trope of an "Alpha Hero" who is just a protagonist with a lot of money, no worries, strong willed, and very successful. My family was very poor for most of my life, so it's a nice form of escapism for me to read books where the protagonist doesn't have to face the hardships that come with not having money :)

I also love a good, well written betrayal. I'm still working on the first draft of a series I want to one day publish, but I already know there's at least 2 big betrayals because I just love the trope so much.

I love the book cliche of the Nerdy MC who likes to stay home. As long as they're written well, I like them because they're very easy to relate to!

🍊 Do you have a trusted Beta Reader or are you more of the "No Beta, We Die Like Men" type?

I suck at tagging on ao3... that being said, one of my most used tags is "No Beta, we die like [insert fandom character name]"

For example, some or my favorites:

"No Beta, we die like Elizabeth and Sebastian"(both of them were koi fish that got maybe 10 seconds of screen time)

"No Beta, we die like Vegas's hedgehog"(another pet that got less than a minute of screen time)

"No Beta, we die like Korn should have"(BECAUSE PORSCHE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO TAKE HIM OUT AND KINN SHOULD'VE LET HIM)

"No Beta, we die like Riko"(because no one likes Riko)

I think I prefer it this way because I like being able to finish writing and post right away. I'm very confident in my writing skills to publish something that makes sense with very few grammar/spelling errors. Usually I got through and read the fic eventually and I'll fix any mistakes then, but I'm too impatient and I micromanage too much to put that kind of stress on a Beta Reader :)

Thanks again for the ask, Layne!!!

[faerieroyal]

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i present to you all a new event to mark the revamp of my blog !! anyone can participate in this, but i would ask that you only send in one request per ask, and i am going to be limiting it to only five requests per person just so i don’t get overwhelmed. i’m also asking that you limit your requests to characters and fandoms that i write for. this event will be open from january 7th until january 12th, hope you guys have fun with it <3

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 — ⟢﹒ send me an aesthetic, character, au, or anything you want, and i’ll make a moodboard for it <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 — ⟢﹒ classic tumblr games !! send me a cym, kmk ( kiss marry kill ), would you rather, or any other tumblr game <3

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐞 — ⟢﹒ send me this and i’ll tell you what musical theatre soundtrack + song from that soundtrack i think fits you best <3

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 — ⟢﹒ send me this + a random word, and i’ll tell you a random fact or story i know that reminds me of that word <3

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 — ⟢﹒ tell me what aesthetic you think fits me best, and i’ll do the same <3

— ❥ tagging some of the beloveds: @heliads, @hiya-itsamber, @auxiliarydetective, @spaceagebachelormann, @juneberrie, @lovings4turn, @folkloresthings, @mayfieldss, @darling-im-wonderstruck, @hyucksfairie, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @mictodii, @musicallisto, @diorgirl444, @diqldrunk, @ghostlyfleur, @masivechaos, @sp1rit-realm, @oneirataxia-girl, @maddipoof, @agentlilicarter, @teddy06, @thebestieyoureinlovewith, @doyouknowwhoyouare13, @starstruckwillows,

[daughter-of-melpomene]

INTRODUCING... MY GOOD OMENS ORIGINAL CHARACTER, LUCI EVANS

❝ Luci was not the type of woman who was generally seen in antique bookshops. Oh, one shouldn't get her wrong, she liked reading quite a bit - seeing as her dear gran, who had raised her, was a librarian, it was rather improbable that she wouldn't - but like most people, she preferred to buy her volumes spanking new from the shelves of Waterstones, rather than ancient and well past yellow from a tiny, cluttered little shop on a Soho street corner.

Still, that was exactly where she had found herself one perfectly ordinary autumn day. While on the run from a rather disgruntled ex-girlfriend who couldn't seem to grasp the notion that goodbye meant goodbye, Luci had rushed into the nearest shop with an unlocked door, completely missing the fact that the bookshop's owner, who she promptly crashed into, had just been in the process of flipping the sign in the window from Open to Closed. While the owner, a funny little white-haired man who introduced himself as Aziraphale, was not exactly pleased with the strange woman who'd suddenly stormed into his beloved shop, he was sympathetic to Luci's plight, and allowed her to remain inside until her ex had safely passed. While waiting, Luci spotted a first-edition copy of Dracula, the two struck up a conversation about Gothic novels, and from there blossomed a sweet, loyal friendship, the only real one Luci had had in her adult life.

Fast-forward four years, and many conversations, late-night reading sessions, and the devastating passing of Luci's gran later, Aziraphale - who, Luci had discovered within a year of their friendship, was actually a bloody angel - was visited by his demon friend during yet another relaxing late night with Luci. Unfortunately, the peace of the night didn't last long, as the demon, Crowley, came proclaiming that the Antichrist was now on Earth and that they likely had less than two decades until Armageddon. That night, Luci sat quietly sipping her wine as the angel and the demon made plans to attempt to avert the end of the world - which was just fine with her, really; she'd been living in this world for a number of years, and while her life, with the exception of her friendship with Aziraphale, had always been rather plain, she quite liked living in it.

But fast-forward eleven more years, and suddenly Crowley and Aziraphale have discovered that they've misplaced the Antichrist (which, Luci thought, should have been rather impossible) and with less than a week to go until the End of Days, they really have to kick themselves into gear. And now Luci, who has oftentimes thought of herself as the most ordinary human on the planet, is pulled into a most extraordinary adventure, involving a book of scarily accurate prophecies, a vintage car that only plays her favorite band, and a hellhound that, in her opinion, is entirely too small to properly do its job.

And if Luci, the angel she's been pining after for more than a decade, and the demon who's quickly growing on her are Earth's last line of defense - oh, this planet is definitely doomed. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective (also gonna tag @teddy06 because I know they like Good Omens and might be interested.)

[ashbye]

🌈Hellooo everyone! I hope you're all having a great day! I got a request to do a Kili x reader with they/them pronouns. I really like this request so I'm excited to see what I can do with it! I think this is going to be my first head canon because there was a lot of little pieces to this request. If anybody wants a part 2 to any of my stories all you have to do is ask! It doesn't even have to be the original requester! This was requested by @teddy06

Request: Hello!! I saw your intro post about taking requests and I would like to request some Kili x reader, where the reader has like a bunch of random technical skills (head canons or a one shot I’m not sure) cause I just realized how many random things I’ve picked up (mostly out of nessesity), like I cook and bake pretty well, I write, I paint and draw, I’m generally crafty and build things on occasion, I’ve got a bunch of outdoor survival skills, i sew and litterally this morning I taught myself how to embroider and like my love language is acts of service and I want to see what your take on his reaction to that sort of stuff would be

If not that’s totally okay, have a great day!

Kili with a skilled reader

-You and Kili met when you were both young. You would adventure off together and learn new things.

-When you became adults and got older Kili thought he learned everything about you. He was shocked when one day you offered to make him lunch.

-You distinctly remember hearing mumble "Bloody hell here we go" after agreeing to your offer. As you were giving him his food you had a small smirk on your face. He furrowed his brows and asked "What's that smirk for?" You just hummed and went about setting up to eat.

-He took his first bite with slight apprehension. Kili froze and his eyes widened. He immediatly started scarffing down the food in front of him. The food was gone in a matter of minutes and he looked at you with amazement.

-"That was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten!" You laughed as he asked for seconds and gave him another plate.

-After that occasion Kili would continue to ask you what other things you could do. He would follow you around like an excited little puppy. Everytime you showed him a new skill of yours he looked at you with the most adoration you've ever seen a person feel.

-You and Kili were both sitting under a tree in the forest talking when you noticed you sketching away in a book he hadn't seen until now. "What are you doing?" He asked scooting closer to you. "Just drawing the scenery." You responded as he admired your work.

-As he looked up at the surrounding area he gasped, "That's amazing it looks just like the forest!" He whipped his head over to you and smiled giving a breathy chuckle. "You're absolutely amazing!"

-You blushed as he grabbed your face and kissed both of your cheeks and then your forehead. You giggled and hid your face in his shoulder then turned to continue drawing.

-Another time Kili had asked you to take a walk with him. As you were walking he went to grab a handful of berries off a bush and eat them. Just before he was able to pop one in his mouth you yelled "No don't eat those!" and whacked his hand that was holding the berries. "Why what's wrong?" He asked.

-You explained to him how the berries were poisonous and that if he ate them they would have fatal effects to his health. He stared at you in awe for a few moments. "How did you know that?" You looked at him questioningly before explaining how your parents taught you survival skills for if you ever needed them.

-Kili smiled and stepped closer to you. His hand brushed a stray hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "Is there anything you can't do?" You laughed as he kissed your forehead then grabbed your hand and continued walking.

-Over the years he learned more and more about your skills such as wood working, sewing, and writing. Kili had begun to learn new things and do things for you.

-He learned how to cook simple meals and would clean the house. He also made little trinkets for you. Kili even went as far as to make an entirely new drawing book for you by hand. He had said that you do so many things for him that he wanted to return the favor. It was his favorite thing to do. It was how he showed his love.

-You didn't know he could get anymore doting. Yet here he is doing everything under the sun just to help you and show that he loves you.

-And to think this all started just because you offered to make him lunch.

🌈There you go! I hope you enjoyed! You have so many skills I didn't know if I'd be able to fit them all but I did my best! Slay to you though for having those skills! I really appreciate the request because I love Kili the little flirtatious man child. If anyone wants a part 2 to this story or anyof my other stories just feel free to ask! I love you all and have a wonderful day or night!

[veeveeveev]

@teddy06

[animatedtext]

[wrenhyperfixates]

Could I request some Loki x autistic!reader that’s really quiet normally but if you give them the chance they info dump

Or maybe they get dragged to one of Asgaurds feasts and get really overstimulated and Loki takes over and helps calm them down

It’s okay if your not comfy with doing this

Hi!! I actually love this idea, but unfortunately, requests are closed at the moment. If you’d still like me to write it, feel free to send in another ask when requests open sometime at the end of June. If you’d like to check back in and see if they’re open, check out my bio. Thank you!! 😄💞

[rax-writes]

I’ll take an outsiders ship if they’re still open please!

About me, I’m bi without much of a preference either way, I’m generally quiet and introverted, and I love to write (and am hopping to make it a career) I also love reading and listening to music.

I’m 5’6”, have brown curly hair that’s shorter than a pixie cut, brown eyes and glasses. I am a Bit over weight and pretty insecure, but I do my best to hide it and still try to dress the way I want regardless of what the other people think.

(If the ships are closed I understand your not doing this, but thank you in advance!)

hi! ships are still open, thank you for sending one in!

The Outsiders – Two-Bit Mathews

[teddy06writes]

Can't Sleep?

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Premise: One late night you wake to find your bed empty, your husband having yet another sleepless night.

{this is my first x reader fic in like two years, take it easy on me}

Cold.

That was the first thing your body seemed to register as you slowly came to. The second thing you noticed as you shifted, rolling to one side, was the missing place beside you in bed.

You let out a sigh as you reached over, hand prodding at Tommy's empty place on the mattress as if it would bring him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

It wasn't the first time you'd woken up to find your bed empty, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sleep rarely found your husband easily, and when it did he was often plagued with nightmares, that even your soft words and gentle touches had trouble curing.

Finally, you pushed yourself up on one elbow, your free hand rubbing sleep from your eyes before looking around your shadow cast bedroom.

You found Tommy leaning in the window sill at the far end of the bedroom, staring out at the empty lawn, illuminated by the glow of the moon, and the burning end of the cigarette perched between his lips.

"Are you alright, Tommy-love?" Your words were still a bit thick with sleep.

Tommy started slightly, turning towards where you sat and reaching to tap the ash into the ashtray in the same movement, "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," You yawned, sitting up properly, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head, taking another drag from the cigarette.

It was rare to see him like this: strangely unguarded, his usual cold exterior gone in a way that could only happen late at night. You were one of the lucky few who had ever seen the Thomas Shelby in such a state.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders, climbing out of bed and making your way to his side, "Another nightmare?"

He didn't answer, turning his head away and taking another drag. In response you pursed your lips, reaching out to put a gentle hand on his arm, "Tommy..."

"There's too much noise in me head, love," He sniffed eventually, turning his head to look at you once more, "Swear there's Germans about to get through the wall any second. Have to keep reminding myself I'm not underground."

Silently, you snaked your arms around him, and in an instant, he melted into your touch, cigarette forgotten in the ashtray, head buried in the crook of your neck.

One hand found itself at the back of his neck, the other running up and down the expanse of his back, as you murmured, "Come back to bed, Tommy."

"I don't..." His voice trailed off, muffled by your collar.

"They won't hurt you. I'll keep them out, Tommy-love, I promise."

[teddy06]

Thinking about the fact that in my Shakespeare class this morning we were watching the Shakespeare Uncovered documentary for Hamlet (which is the one David Tenant hosts) and my teacher went "yeah so we watched one of these before for our twelfth night unit but this one's a little different because it focuses on hamlet more as a character, plus it's hosted by a fairly well known actor that some of you might know, or ever revere-"

SIR I MENTIONED THAT I LIKED HIM AS BENEDICK IN MUCH ADO ONCE DONT USE IT AGAINST ME INFRONT OF THESE PEOPLE

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Anyone else have that one mutual where as soon as you see them in your notes, you know the chaos is about to start???

I'm looking at you @teddy06

I can always count on you to enable my chaos😂😂

[faerieroyal]

alright, the time has come to ask who wants to be added to my new taglists !! the various taglists can be found here, and the characters/fandoms i’ll be writing for, plus my requesting rules, are here, so just send in an ask and i’ll add you to a taglist !!

— ❥ tagging some of the beloveds: @heliads, @hiya-itsamber, @auxiliarydetective, @spaceagebachelormann, @juneberrie, @lovings4turn, @folkloresthings, @mayfieldss, @darling-im-wonderstruck, @hyucksfairie, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @mictodii, @musicallisto, @diorgirl444, @diqldrunk, @ghostlyfleur, @masivechaos, @sp1rit-realm, @oneirataxia-girl, @maddipoof, @agentlilicarter, @teddy06, @thebestieyoureinlovewith, @doyouknowwhoyouare13, @starstruckwillows,

[charspnp]

Hi!! I just want ta say your like my favorite person now 😳😳

Every time you reblog stuff on my writting blog it makes my day

*akward finger guns* k bye now

sjhddk thank you so much !!! your writings are all just so so good i legally can't not compliment them dude. keep it up !!!! <33

[thenewlarislynn]

Make Me

Pairing: Spot Conlon x Reader

Request:  Can I get a Spot Conlon x reader with #3 and #21 from the first prompt list please? If it’s not any trouble Prompts: “Who do you think you are? The Queen of England?” and “I’m (First Name) fucking (Last Name)”

Word Count: Approx. 1.6k

TW: mentions of blood, knives

~~~

The morning bell sounded, waking you from your dreams. “Damn that Kelly,” you muttered. He didn’t even have the courtesy to wake you up to get your papers on time. To be fair, he had been waking you up everyday that week and he threatened to stop if you didn’t get more sleep. You didn’t actually expect him to make good on that promise, though. 

With a sigh, you decided that if you rushed, you could make it to Weasel’s in time to grab some papes. You just had to hope all your regulars hadn’t gone to someone else already. After getting dressed quickly, you began to head out the door of the lodging house. Unfortunately, you weren’t watching where you were going and smacked straight into someone.

That really ticked you off. “Hey, watch where youse is walking,” you snapped, “some of us got places to be.”

The boy rolled his eyes, “Who d’ya think you are? The Queen of England?” 

“No, even better.” you said cooly before introducing yourself.

He crossed his arms, unfazed. “Where’s Kelly, I’ve got a message for him.”

“Do I look like I knows where Kelly is? Not my job to look after him.” When he sighed, clearly annoyed, you relented a bit. “You can wait for him or pass the message along to me. I’ll make sure he gets it.” 

“Jus’ tell him that I need to see him. We need to talk about the terms of selling on the Brooklyn Bridge.”

You nodded, “And you are?”

He blinked in surprise, taken aback. Clearly no one ever had the audacity to ask him before. “Ya seriously don’t know me?”

You shook your head, confused. It wasn’t as if you could be expected to memorize everyone’s name. “Sorry, no.”

“I’m Spot fucking Conlon,” he said, his confusion evident in his tone. “The King of Brooklyn? Is any of that ringin’ a bell?”

You felt a chill go down your spine. So this was the famous Spot Conlon, and you just insulted him to his face. Nice one. You’d be lucky if you didn’t get soaked right now. You decided an apology was the way to go in this situation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-.”

He cut you off. “Youse didn’t know? Clearly. Jus’ don’t forget it again, got it?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Next time I see Jack I’ll give him your message,” you stated quickly. “I’d best be off, I don’t want to be the last one out sellin’.” With that you were off, Once you thought you were far enough away, you breathed a sigh of relief. 

It wasn’t often that you became flustered so easily, but there was something about him that made you feel nervous. You walked up to Weasel’s counter, still seeing a few papes left. “I’ll take twenty papes,” you said to Oscar.

“What’s the magic word?” he questioned.

Pretending to ponder it for a moment, you grinned. “I’m not sure, how about ‘screw off’?” Placing down your coin, you grabbed your stack of papers. Walking about you shook your head. “Magic word,” you chuckled to yourself, “what an idiot.”

Hearing someone call your name, you turned back around. “Watch your back,” Oscar threatened, “the others won’t always be around to protect ya’.”

You rolled your eyes. Once again, a Delancey was making an empty threat. “Sure Oscar, I’m real scared.” Turning, you walked out the gate and into the square. It wasn’t as crowded as usual and you felt a tug of panic.

If you couldn’t sell all your papes today you may not be able to stay at the lodging house for much longer. The city streets were dangerous enough at night, and for a girl it was twice as treacherous. 

Taking a quick look at the headline you began to feel hopeful. It was a good one today, thank the Heavens. “Vice President Hobart dead! Power crisis looms!”

It didn’t take long for more than half of your papers to sell. You grinned to yourself, it wouldn't be too hard to finish selling and head home early. Well, as soon as you found Kelly and gave him Spot’s message.

As afternoon rolled around, clouds began to cover the sun. You sighed, praying it wouldn’t rain, or worse, snow. Finally, you sold your last paper, at a higher rate than usual, since you were one of the last newsies still out. Clutching your money, you breathed a sigh of relief. You thankfully had enough to stay at the lodging house for the time being

It was starting to get dark, but you decided to try and find Jack before heading back to the house. He never returned early when it could be avoided, instead wandering the streets coming up with new selling angles.

You began to walk towards the theatre. Even if Jack wasn’t there, Medda may have seen him. A few streets away from the play house, you heard someone call your name. You looked around, but couldn’t see anymore. Shrugging it off as exhaustion, you kept walking. It was only after you heard it again that you stopped. 

“Who’s there?” You pulled a small pocket knife out of your bag, hoping any potential attacker would see it and back off. 

Two figures stepped forward from a nearby darkened alleyway. Oscar and Morris Delancey. You quickly recalled Oscar’s statement that morning and felt your heart sink in fear. It seems he was right after all. 

“I heard youse was disrespecting my brother,” Morris said, “and ya’ see, I can’t allow that.”

Deciding to not wallow in fear, you put up a brave front. “Would you rather I’s insult you, Morris? I’m sure I could come up with somethin’.”

He took a step forward, “Why you little…” Morris swung his fist forward and you ducked down, narrowly missing the shot. In your haste do so, however, you ended up dropping your knife. Oscar shoved you backwards, and you stumbled.

“Shit,” you muttered. You felt your back hit a wall, and you knew you were cornered. A sharp pain shot through your shoulder and you used all your strength to not cry out in pain. This would be the worst moment to show weakness. With a quick motion, you brought your heel down on Morris’ foot. He staggered backward and you moved away from the wall. 

As soon as you did, you saw a stone fly through the air, hitting Morris on the forehead. Leaning against the wall, he cussed under his breath. You risked a quick look around, trying to find who it was that saved you. In that moment, Oscar saw his chance.

“You’ll pay for this,” he growled, moving towards you. 

“No, she won’t,” you heard a voice say. From out of the shadows came the person you least expected to see. Spot Conlon stood between you and Oscar. “Youse really want to go through with this fight?” he asked with a smirk.

“Now youse both going to pay for this,” he spat. In one fluid motion, he grabbed your knife off the ground. Oscar lunged forward, swinging the blade wildly. It made contact with Spot’s arm and he cussed. Oscar laughed and stepped back. “Told ‘ya.” He tried to attack again, but before he could Spot blocked him, grabbing his arm and twisting it back. 

Oscar dropped the knife, and it clattered to the ground. Using his other arm, Spot swung his fist, making contact with Oscar’s face. “Now you and your brother here are going to leave and never bother this girl again. Got it?” 

Oscar nodded weakly before taking off. Morris, still recovering from the stone, slowly limped after his brother. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, once the Delancey’s were out of sight. 

“I had to do somethin’,” Spot replied modestly. Your gaze shifted to the cut on his arm, and you gasped. It was worse than you thought. 

“I can help with your arm,” you said hesitantly, “if you want.” He nodded in response, leaning against the alley wall. Pulling a small roll of bandages out of your bag, you knelt next to him. “It may sting a little,” you warned.

Spot winced as you began bandaging his arm. “Why were they even after ya’ in the first place?”

“I may’ve talked back to them this morning,” you answered, thinking back to the incident.

“Is that a habit of yours? Because you seem t’be quite good at it.”

“Real funny,” you said rolling your eyes. You finished wrapping the bandage. “How’s your arm feeling?”

“It would be better if I didn’t just get stabbed,” he said with a wry laugh.

“To be fair, it was your decision to join the fight,” you replied jokingly. 

“Well, to be completely fair, I wouldn’t have made that decision if I hadn’t seen ya’ get hurt.”

“To be truly fair,” you countered, “I was only here to find Kelly to give him your message.” 

A look of guilt flashed briefly across his face, but he quickly hid it. “Shut up,” he said with a chuckle.

You smirked. “Make me.” Not even a second later his lips were on yours. After the initial shock, you kissed back. He tangled his fingers in your hair and you smiled into the kiss. 

When you finally broke apart, you felt breathless. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you this morning,” he whispered. “But I also wanted to ask, would you,” he paused, “would you want to go out with me sometime?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yes, yes I would.” With that, he pulled you back in for another soft kiss. 

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Requested By: @teddy06

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