11 Works by buttreball
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He barely resisted the urge to lean down and softly peck one of the lashes, neck straining a bit at the awkward position. The joy in the opened eyes paired with a stretch of a smile had him forgetting all about it. Never would he ever get tired of seeing the shade of amber, gleaming underneath the bright sky, only slightly getting covered by stray blond hairs because of the wind. Saitama chose to relieve the orbs from that with a palm pushing back the bangs and goddamn he’ll never get tired of those eyes.
“Wanna play a game?” Saitama asked. A tilted head was the reply. “Eye Spy. Wait— or, is it ‘I Spy’?”
“You said the same thing twice, Sensei.”
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Alternatively titled, "Two bros chilling on a rooftop, 0 feet apart cause they're so gay." -
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Saitama freezes. Steaming ramen noodles hanging from his fork, swaying a tad bit mid-air before graciously plopping back into its plastic cup. Blobs of soup bounce from the impact and a tiny speck paints his chin.
He blinks and looks at his right, where the first year is slowly sipping from a thermos, as if the tranquil silence between them had persisted throughout their lunch period together. But it hadn’t. Saitama was sure of that, because he heard something. Something he’s sure was positively, absolutely, one-hundred-percently
“Not true.”
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"Genocide."
"Wow, Saitama. I don't think you should be smiling about that."
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“I just think,” began the cyborg, “dogs are better.”
Saitama gasped. “From the very mouth I kiss at night.”
“Well-”
“How dare you. How dare you, Genos.”
“I-”
“I can’t.” Saitama turned away, his cape slapping against Genos. Eh, he’ll survive that. “I make love to you, this is unbelievable. My entire world is collapsing.” He began walking down the sidewalk towards their home. Or his home. Should he kick Genos out?
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“Genos,” Saitama called out. A hum was heard from the kitchen, along with the sound of running water.
The man stopped by the doorway and met eyes with the cyborg. “Would you shave your head for me?”
Genos paused.
“What.”
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“Oh, mysterious Demon Cyborg, how I long for your strong arms to take me and push me against the wall—”
“Okay, forget I asked,” Saitama butted in as he pulled away from peering over the other’s shoulder. He sat on the other side of the table. “Y’know, there’re just some things that don’t need to be written down.”
From opposite him, past the two stacks of different colored paper, Saitama saw Genos nod. He raised his brow at that.
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“Where is he.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand, a demand that made the GV900 smirk at the clearly aggravated Lieutenant.
“I think the real question is,” Gavin spoke as he plopped his feet on his desk, “who is he?”
“You know very well who he is- My brother. Where is he?” Connor shot at him, voice sterner than usual. The human’s brown eyes bore into the Gavin’s green orbs, observing each and every detail the mocking expression held. The android had a lot. And he was proud.
Oh, how he loved being a little shit.
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Gavin Reed is funny. (No he's not)
He knows it. (He believes it)
Everybody knows it. (They don't believe it)
And that's a fact. (A myth)
He can absolutely prove it. (Wait...)
The only plausible way to do it? (Please no...)
By making the stone cold android with the weird eyes laugh. (Oh god)But seriously, what is up with those eyes?
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“Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung-“
“Gavin, what are you doing to the cat.” RK900 couldn’t keep quiet forever. Gavin too since he yelped and jumped from the sudden voice behind him. Clawdine found escape from her owner’s grasps, squirming out of the hold and making a beeline to who knows where.
“Clawdine, sweetheart, come back!” Gavin called out, extending and wiggling both his arms to the direction the cat ran off to.
“Mr. Sandman…"
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“You and the detective have pet names for each other.”
The teaspoon Nines was holding clanked loudly against the rim of the mug. The stirring stopped and Connor felt the atmosphere around them change. He had to stop himself from stepping back when Nines snapped his head to stare right into his brown eyes. The blue eyes seemed distant, an indication that the android was looking up the definition of what Connor mentioned. Nines blinked.
“We absolutely do not.”
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The Great Detroit Chase of 2039 by buttreball
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
08 Oct 2019
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“Detective, you are taking quite an amount of time in doing a simple task such as opening a door.”
“Fuck off. Just give me a minute, I’m getting there.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Wait- No!”
It was too late.