Yakko Warner x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

CHAPTER 13: questions?

"well, helloooo nurse!" yakko stuck his tongue out at me when he saw me walk out looking like a hobo.

"ok, lemme get this straight. what does that phrase even mean?" i dumbfoundedly asked. they used that phrase so often i don't know why.

"they say it when they see someone super attractive, especially Hello Nurse" dot bluntly explained to me. it finally clicked.

"wait so y'all catcalled me when we first met??" i asked the obvious.

"yeah!" wakko and yakko said in unison.

i mumbled a little "bruh" under my breath. it makes sense that they would use a stereotype of an attractive person to catcall people, like those hot nurses in cartoons or tv shows. i kinda hate to admit it's kinda creative, but still pretty creepy.

"also, you find this attractive?? I'm dressed like a guy! unless you're bi-" i was cut off by yakko.

"who cares! you look stunning, though i would prefer if you didn't wear anything~" yakko leaned in closer as i backed up.

"ayo nah dawg, calm yourself down. how old are you??" i swear if he's like 12-.

"14" yakko blurted out.

"oh phew! makes sense, a bunch of sense." i let out a sigh of relief. thank goodness he's older than me. just by a couple months i assume.

"wait, how old are you? you look sixteen!" yakko observed me physique.

"I'm about to be 14 in a few weeks" yakko looked at me like i just cussed on a kid's show.

"you're kidding, right?" wakko spat out his drink after hearing me.

"you look like a young adult! you're tall, you have a very deep voice, you have a very developed body-"

"you could say that again" yakko smirked. dot scoffed at him.

"you look very mature! how though?" dot questioned me.

"well thank you! i don't know, i assume it's just genetics. my grandpa was very tall and I'm a spitting image of him, so that's one thing." i explained to the trio.

"i have no idea about the voice, none of my female family members have deep voices, theirs sound sweet or very feminine. i sound like i smoked for years." i joke about myself but yakko stopped me.

"nonsense! women's voices are beautiful no matter what! deep, low, high pitched, masculine, feminine, they're all gorgeous!" yakko praised. now i felt kinda bad for putting myself down a bit but i was only joking!

"gee, who knew Mr. confident could be sweet!" wakko made a snarky remark. i laughed a bit, covering my mouth. yakko looked away for a second when i glanced at him.

"what's wrong? are you offended? I'm sorry that i laughed-" i saw that yakko had a tint of red on his cheeks like he was flustered.

"are you blushing?" i ask him.

"pshhht! yakko warner does not blush!" he crossed him arms like a toddler.

"then why were your cheeks red?" i clapped back.

"uhhhh it's super hot in here? yeah yeah! let me change the temperature" yakko ran across the living room and pretended to fiddle with the thermostat. he ran back like sonic.

"alrighty then! now what should we do first? watch tv, play games-" yakko's little sister interrupted him.

"no sir! i have a long agenda for the perfect hangout! makeovers, dress up, baking, truth or dare- it's going my way!" dot listed off the girliest things to do, it felt like we were in a cartoon where they had a girl's sleepover episode.

"awh c'mon dot, can't we do something we all like?" i whined and begged. i did not want to do those kind of stuff. i don't have the energy! i just came back from practice and I'm sore! I'm getting calluses from band stretching and the bow string!

"wait you don't want to do those? welp too bad! and just for whining, you get to be my guinea pig and help me do all the main things!" i did not sign up for this, i just wanted to hang and relax!