#thcbvtcher

' you know damn well he can't handle that. ' billy fucking butcher, the menace himself, smirk wiped from his face, brought down to his knees, annie's fingers tangled in his dark hair and his protests escaping in the form of a moan ? ⸻ a beat passes. gruff expression eases into a smirk, a glint in his eyes. who the hell is he to stand in the way of what annie january wants, anyway ? ' so when we doin' this ? '

DELLA WHAT. You can't just randomly come here and turn me into complete mush?? Thank you so much, though! To be honest, Annie is the muse I picture in my head most vividly when I write replies for some reason. Maybe this is... it? Why you think so highly of me takey on the ladey? IDEK. But given that you write an absolutely bombastic Starlight, I'm in LOVE with her tbh, just like with your other barbies, it's actually an honor coming from you. Now lemme ugly sob in my corner!

@thcbvtcher || random inbox reply || SAUCY! (feel free to continue, being lazy atm.)

"was wondering if you realized your outfit looks like jimmy buffet skull fucked the matrix, downed a bottle of cheap whiskey and wound up popping you out." yes. he's seen the matrix. might've been on the stupid television inside that motel room they were holed up in. don't judge him. was better than that cable shit with weird commericals that made him want to pull his own fucking eyes out.

head rolls back to rest against the wall. eyes combing up and down the other man's frame with an interest that is veiled with nonchalance. can't blame him for tossing back enough attitude to keep the banter going. butcher's fun. annoying sometimes. outright infuriating at others. but fun? the brand that's hard to come by without it being so fucking nerve grating two minutes later that it forces the soldier to still his hand before he reaches in and rips someone's voice box out just to shut them the fuck up.

@thcbvtcher: “ how about a good night kiss? “

AN ALL-PEACEFUL CONVERSATION BETWEEN ANNIE AND BILLY? Mark it in the calendar, three big red crosses. Honestly, it's refreshing, because she doesn't exactly enjoy bitching at him or hearing him say 99% of the shit he usually spews. His request, too, sounds like new wind around here and Annie's initial reaction is to snort. Until Butcher doesn't reveal to her he's joking— are they entering a new level right now? Realization blanks her mien when it sinks in. "You're being serious", comes with a tentative question mark's lilt.

Well, she could reward him for being decent, right? As a motivation, a treat. Nevermind the tingling flare in her stomach that says yes yes yes ... the hell is wrong with her? Finally, a smile curves her mouth upward and she shrinks the distance to reach up and cradle his head in her petite hands.

"Only because you asked so nicely", precedes a low snicker before she plants a kiss to his lips. Not as fervent as usual when they make out without giving a damn about feelings but use each other to blow off some steam. It's gentle even, lingers for a moment, until she inches away. "I like that side of you, Butcher."

@thcbvtcher: having fun?

TODAY, SHE SAID 'FUCK IT' AND TAKES FULL ADVANTAGE OF BEING ALONE. A bottle of whiskey in one hand, bluetooth speakers blasting a banger, Annie dances like nobody's looking. No choreography. Just letting go and getting tipsy in the process ; self-care.

Who run the world? Girls (girls) Who run the world? Girls Some of them men think they freak this Like we do— "Having fun?"

Annie whips around, nevermind the skip her heart did at the sudden interruption. But initial shock quickly distorts into a deadpan stare. Before she moves over to the table and taps on the screen of her phone to shut the music down. "Well, not anymore", precedes a huge swig from the booze bottle. "How long have you been watching?"

@thcbvtcher: gets on his knees