#i plan on making more too i just gotta make the gifs beforehand

[squuote]

some stanley parable stamps since i haven't seen any around! ^__^

#the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tsp #deviantart stamps #page decor #FINALLY AAAGAHHHHHH #took me all morning to figure out what worked best #but totally worth it!!! #had to make my own gifs n everything ^___^ gettin better! #these are f2u btw credit is nice but not needed! #just wanted to make these since i haven't seen any :-] #i plan on making more too i just gotta make the gifs beforehand #actually takes a bit! hats off to other gif makers this shit aint easy!

[seeingstarks]

weight of two souls

summary : it's thanksgiving and neither you or phil want to leave each others arms to go and meet the family. does it even happen? pairing : cm punk x afab!reader cw : pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, hip/thigh squeezing, cursing, nose nuzzling, babygirl/good girl & king/queen nicknames, innuendos "sound proof walls" / "taking his scepter" a/n : can you tell how much i've been missing the old man? x) i've been working on this for about a week or so and put my entire heart & soul into it. please reblog!! keep rude comments to yourself. <33 there may be a few spelling/grammar errors. word count : 1,291 words tag list : @harmshake gif credit : @adamjf

once the leaves started to fall your mood did the opposite, haunting month passing by in an instant.

calender flipping to november, the days went by agonizingly slow, this being one of your least favorite months of the season.

thanksgiving was soon approaching and your family always wanted to make it this huge get together. no being anti-social and locking yourself away, wishing you could every year. atleast they allowed you to bring a friend from work, if you could call him that.

the chicago native was more than a friend to you, he stayed up with you through your worst nights, steeping you both fresh cups of tea and/or coffee even if it meant catching up on sleep the next day, as long as he knew you were okay.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he made a best friend with just a simple hello and allowing you to pet his dog, larry. restless nights sharing deep dish pizza and mindy's eventually lead to cuddling, his inked arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

the alarm clock chirping as sun peaked through your blackout curtains, neither of you wanted to get up for the morning - well afternoon.

you were the first to wake up, groggy eyed with phil having his arms snug around your waist, sleeping soundly except for his snoring which could wake up the entire neighborhood. larry decided to seek slumber at the foot of your bed, his head propped up on the chicago native's leg.

managing to shift away from his grasp, you hit the alarm clock with a clenched hand in hopes it would stop the commotion.

"rise and shine sleeping beauty, one hour 'til we meet my family. much as i don't wanna' go.. you promised to tag along for the torture."

phil didn't budge until you deciding to smack him with a pillow, "i'm up! i'm up!" he half-yelled, removing his hands from under the warm covers in an attempt to shield his face.

"a simple g'mornin' kiss would've woken me up too, y'know."

yawning and stretching his arms out, phil took his sweet old time getting ready while you on the other hand began to brush your hair out. bristles making contact with the h/c strands, they untangled after a few more brushes, setting it to the side and entering your closet.

luckily, you prepared your ensemble a night beforehand, slipping out of your clothing from the previous evening and stepping into a pair of black underwear with white polka-dots.

lifting your arms up to put on a shirt, you were met with a firm pair of arms which wrapped around your curvy frame, his lips placing gentle kisses along your neckline.

"mm, phil- could stay like this forever but we gotta' finish getting ready." you informed and looked up into his light brown hues with a playful smile.

"not complaining but i'm more ready than you are- atleast i have pants." shaking your head at the chicago native who indeed had pants on, but no shirt.

you raised an arm up to trace his pepsi tattoo, almost lost in a trance - simply enjoying the moment and his warm embrace as you remained standing still, being held close.

glancing over at your alarm clock, ten minutes seemed to pass by swiftly. spending all day in with your love would usually be no issue, but today you both had plans.

pouting softly and burying your head into the crook of his neck, you debated staying in and bailing on family dinner.

"so cozy.. don't wanna' move." you peeked up at phil, removing your head from his shoulder as he kept his arms securely around your waist, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

tongue darting out between his lips, the chicago native licked them, "i know babygirl... but think of all the cuddles we can get in afterwards. you're my favorite little spoon."

"i better be your only-" before having the chance to finish your sentence, phil captured your lips in a deep kiss one which you returned happily, "you're the only person i want to wake up next to every morning, binge watch horror movies with and much more. i'm so fuckin' lucky to have you in my life, y/n - but we truly should get goin' soon if we don't want to be late." he spoke sincerely although a half-chuckle escaped his lips, a few noticeable smile lines showing.

nodding, you captured his gaze only looking away when blinking - "you mean so much to me, phil. i felt as if there was a missing puzzle piece in my life.. and no matter how hard i tried nothing seemed to fit until you came along. we're the perfect match." placing your forehead against his, the two of you nuzzled noses briefly prior to pulling away from one another.

phil finished getting ready by throwing on his t-shirt which read i'm a collision girl in white letters across the back, tying up his sneakers. you did the same, sporting combat boots and a pair of black pants.

it was a miracle you and phil managed to make it out of the door in time, grabbing your keys and starting the engine up as larry sat buckled in the backseat pampered with dog treats.

"first time i'm officially meeting your family. do they know what to expect?" the chicago native asked, you had told your family about phil countless times.

the fact he was your boyfriend going on six months now and how he treated you perfectly. his queen who could hold a throne all on her own, independent but yearning for a partner. someone to feel safe with - who wouldn't hurt you like past partners. phil was your king - protecting you from harm, trying his best to keep the dark thoughts at bay, you doing the same for him.

"haven't shut up about you ever since we met. if my father heard the words cm punk or phil leave my mouth one more time they may have tried to disown me." you laughed, keeping your eyes on the road.

"ah, well it's a good thing we have sound proof walls - ever since the neighbors complained and when my babygirl gets needy, isn't that right?" you nodded, cheeks a bit flustered as phil placed a hand to your thigh, giving yet another squeeze, while you reached a stop light letting out a whine.

"what's the matter?" phil asked with a smug smirk along his face, causing you to roll your eyes over at him.

"best behavior, daddy-" words betrayed you while squirming under his touch, desperate for more. a loud horn halted you from any obscene thoughts running through your mind, the light turning from red to green as you began to drive again.

the ride wasn't too much longer, a brisk breeze going throughout the car as you cracked the window open for larry, he would let out the occasional bark when stopping by his favorite restaurants, one bakery in particular catching your own eye.

"want to make a quick stop for some sweets?" you asked already entering the parking lot.

"hell yeah, but won't be be late?"

"exactly my point." phil took your suggestion, wishing to spend the rest of the holiday with him only and not your family.

bell dinging as you two entered the bakery hand in hand with fingers linking together, a variety of treats on display behind glass.

"let's get some muffins to go. 'wanna spoil my queen," he leaned closer and whispered against your ear, "while you take my scepter like the good girl you are."

mr. and mrs. best in the world has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?

#cm punk #cm punk x reader #cm punk x female reader #cm punk x afab reader #cm punk x afab!reader #cm punk fluff #wrestling fluff

[whiskeynwriting]

How would 141 react to their s/o getting pregnant?

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” McTavish, Captain John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions/discussions of… pregnancy, marriage, sex, loss/death.

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A/N: This just randomly came to me and I’m living for it. 

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

He’d be nervous, filled with more anxiety than missions often do. And if he’s honest with himself, he wouldn’t be happy about it, not at first. 

“Simon?” All he does is look up at you, his head still hung low while he sits on the sofa. “Are… you okay?”

Groaning, he drags a hand over his face, shaking his head. “I’m not okay with this.” 

And it truly breaks your heart to hear him say it. 

“I can’t… can’t provide for you. For it - them.” 

“Baby,” Sitting by his side, you place a gentle palm on his thigh. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“You could lose me.” He states, looking over to stare into your eyes. “Any day, at any point. You know that, right?”

“I’ve always known that…” But you hate talking about it. “But even if I did… now, I’d always have a piece of you.”

And that softens him, softens him right to the core. 

“I…” Glancing down, your hand gravitates naturally to your lower belly. “I want this baby, Si.” 

Hearing the small crack in your voice tugs at his heartstrings. Honestly, he’s never considered having kids before, not in his entire life. The two of you have never talked about it and he’s never wanted to. His dad was fucked up, fucked him up, and he’s not sure he’d be able to do any better. 

“Darling I,” Choking on his words, he swallows thickly before continuing. “I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.” 

Grinning, you playfully poke his side, “That mean I’m not gonna be a single mom?”

He scoffs, turning his head away briefly. “Don’t know how you could even think that.” And now, he’s looking at your stomach, sighing. “I already worry so much about you.” 

“Why, baby?”

“Anyone finds out about me, and they’re gonna find you. I don’t want anyone finding you.” And you understand what he means. His military family has welcomed you with open arms, but they deal with enemies regularly. Enemies that kill for sport, some even more than Simon does. 

“This is a challenge, a big challenge.”

“I know, it is for me too, baby.” And when you point this out, his mindset changes. Here you are seeking comfort and security and he’s giving you anything but. 

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever leave.” He expresses wholeheartedly, reaching for your hand. And then he’s releasing a heavy breath, ready to make his decision on this. “What kind of a man would I be to let a little baby scare me away?” 

John “Soap” McTavish

Jesus, he’d be so over the moon. It’s adorable just how giddy he is when you finally tell him. And while you expected him to be happy, you didn’t think it’d be to this extent.

“Johnny,” You laugh, feeling his arms wrap around your upper thighs. 

He’s kneeling, grinning uncontrollably as he kisses your belly. Those big, azure eyes turned wide the moment you told him, and almost immediately, he fell to his knees. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be just beautiful.” He sighs, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. Nuzzling gently, he closes his eyes, mumbling, “Just beautiful…” 

“Hm…” Humming happily, you stroke his hair, grinning down at him. “You’re excited to be a daddy, baby?”

“M’eudail,” Releasing a gentle breath, he shakes his head. “You have no idea.” (My darling, my dear) 

You hadn’t discussed it beforehand, it was in no way planned. But when you got the positive result, there wasn’t a second of hesitancy within you. He would be and was the first to find out. You always knew Johnny would be the best daddy. 

“You’ve gotta stay here.” He then insists, looking up at you from his knees. 

Raising your brows, you repeat, “Here?” And he nods, a goofy smile on his pretty face. “In the base?!”

“Yeah! We’ve got the best medics, babe. It’ll be so good, I promise you. And I’ll be able to see you every day, make sure you’re cared for.” 

Right now, you’re in Johnny’s room, and while it’s comfortable for your nights together… you’re not exactly sure how it would do as a maternity room. And he sees you eyeing his space suspiciously, quick to pop up to his feet and hold your face.

“We wouldn’t stay here, we can get a bigger room. I’m sure Price’ll be fine with it, I’m sure of it.” 

“Johnny, it’ll be okay if we can’t stay together, baby. We can just see each other like we do now.” You remind him gently, smiling at the father of your baby. 

“No,” He insists, that full accent bubbling to the surface whenever his voice gets deep. “No way, no how. I’m stayin’ with you, with you and this baby.” And then, he’s grinning again and dropping back down to his knees. 

Holding your sides, he stares at your covered tummy. “A wee baby.” 

Captain John Price

At first, he tries to act dumb. He’ll claim you two were so careful, that you always tracked your cycle and took the necessary precautions. But it doesn’t take long for you to call him on his shit. 

“No, actually you’re right. Busting a load into me three times a week is definitely careful.”

“We haven’t had condoms, alright?” He shoots back, a grin playing on the edges of his lips. 

“John, we haven’t had them for more than a month!” You giggle, those chuckles erupting into full on laughter when he rolls his eyes again. 

Eyeing your stomach, he then glances up at you. “So, you’re really baking, huh?”

“What?” Another bout of laughter bubbles from your lips, quirking your eyebrow at his strange comment.

Striding over to you, he grins, placing his hands on your hips. “Got a little bun in the oven?”

“How are you so calm about this?” You wonder, genuinely perplexed by it. 

He shrugs, thumbs rubbing your clothed skin. “We’re a pretty solid team, aren’t we?”

“Well… yeah.” 

“Then who’s to say we should be worried about this? Hm?”

While you’re surprised at his casual tone, it also serves to remind you of who this man truly is. John is sturdy, his mental arena a firm foundation that’s made him the man he is today, and that’s also allowed your relationship to build. He’s taken on so much in his life that he sees this predicament as any other task. It’s a situation he’s gotten himself into, and one that he’ll have to figure out. And who better to figure it out with than the love of his life? 

“What do you think? Hm?” He asks, lifting a hand to cup your pretty face. “You wanna keep it?” 

“Yes, I really do.” Nodding slowly, you smile, feeling unsure but excited. “Do you?”

“I want to keep every part of you.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you into him. “And this baby is part of us, isn’t it?” 

Internally, you feel warm from John’s love. It’s so easy to fall for him, how could it not be when he’s there to catch you? And he does so effortlessly, repeatedly, his genuine affection a soft blanket that you always cuddle into. 

“Yeah,” Nodding, you can’t help the smile that plumps your cheeks. 

Leaning in, John rests his forehead over your own, sighing. With both hands on your lower back, your own slide up along his chest until your arms are looping around his neck. The calm that surrounds the two of you is relaxing, reassuring, his sweet embrace everything you could need in this moment. 

“I’m here, honey.” He whispers to you softly, “And I can’t wait to meet our baby.” 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

The only reason he’s not overtly happy is because of his own insecurities. He feels so new in his field and wants to be able to support you, wants to do everything he can to be the man of your soon to be small family. 

“Aren’t you happy?” You ask, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I am!” He clarifies, reaching for you. “I am, I really am.”

“Then… what is it?” 

“I just,” Chuckling, he shakes his head a single time. “I’m kicking myself for not doing this properly.”

“Properly?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs, “Getting down on one knee, making you mine before you have our baby.” 

“Kyle,” Grinning, you step closer to him. “I already am yours. We don’t need a wedding to start a family.” 

And while he knows you’re right, he can’t stop thinking about it, about how he’d propose and the wedding you’d plan. You don’t need a piece of paper to say you can be together, you don’t, but still, it holds meaning to him. 

After moving through the motions and letting the news settle in, he’d be more than ecstatic. He knows that the insecurities chattering away in the back of his head don’t have any real stance. Kyle has given you the world so far and he doesn’t plan to stop now. He’d take it upon himself to draw up a list, wanting you and the baby to have everything you need. There wouldn't be a single shopping trip where he wasn’t involved and getting extras of everything. He just wants to be prepared. But while he’s planning for your new baby, he’s also planning to take that step with you. 

It would be after you’ve given birth, holding your new baby girl. He didn’t want to overwhelm you during your pregnancy and thought the day your daughter came into the world would only make it that much more special. 

“Baby, what’re you…”

After she’s been fed, he’d swaddle her, placing her in the plastic crib the hospital offers. And that’s when he’d get down on one knee, sighing. 

“I know we don’t need it,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the box, eyes returning to yours as he opens it. “But I want it. I want you to be my wife.”

#this was so cute #i really loved making this #Simon Riley #Simon “Ghost” Riley #John McTavish #John “Soap” McTavish #John Price #Captain John Price #Kyle “Gaz” Garrick #task force 141 #cod #cod mw2

[skz-with-stay]

dad!changbin head canon; 2

snow day

warnings: mentions of food/drinks. if there’s any more, please let me know asap.

style: fluff, dad!changbin, changbin x reader (afab)

word count: 982

lets go!

outside, snow is planted onto the windowsill; inside, cold fog on the window. today is december 28th, which is the day that was selected and planned by your husband and his mother; for a day to spend with his family. vienna (daughter) was extremely excited to go, this is because she loves snow and her grandparents.

“you know who we get to see today, vi?” changbin says with a smile on his face.

“GRAMMA AND GRAMPA!!!” she yells loudly, jumping up and back down, giving off a gummy smile.

“mhm, you’re right! gramma and grampa are very excited to see you today” he says to her.

changbin gathers all of her snow gear, plopping it down by her. then gathers his own show gear and set it next to the pile he had made beforehand.

“okay baby, what do we put on first?” he asks.

she thinks as hard as her 3 year old brain could think. she gives an answer.

“snow pants” she says confidently.

“good job!” he says.

he goes to help her get her snow pants on but he’s quickly stopped.

“i wanna do it” she snaps cutely

putting his hands up in defeat, he backs away and lets her do it herself. he puts on his snow pants and is about to zip up his zipper, but he is stopped again.

“let me help you” vienna says.

once zipped up, he asks again.

“thank you, sweety… what do we put on now?”

he does this until all of their snow gear is on and snug.

“daddy, i’m hot” she pouts, cheeks flushed.

“i know baby, we will leave in a second, i just gotta see if mommy is done helping your brother”

he makes his way up the stairs to your guys’ shared bedroom, where you are with your son. he knocks on the door.

“vi and i are ready to go” he peeks in, seeing your guys’ 11 month old son all bundled up.

“we are too” you say as you place him on your hip. you’re bundled up as well.

“let’s go!” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead before leading the way down the stairs.

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the 4 of you arrive at the park. vienna’s eyes light up when she sees the hill covered in snow. her focus then centers at the sight of gramma seo. a smile spreads on her face, and she kicks her feet in excitement.

“GRAMMAAAAAAAAAAA” is heard from inside of the car.

gramma seo chuckled. you two wave at each other before you get your daughter out of her car seat. vienna nearly sprints out of your arms to go see her gramma.

“please walk vi, it’s icy” you say

vienna begins to waddle across the icy path. she makes it into her gramma’s arms, giving a big hug.

you go to get your son out of his car seat but changbin is already on it.

“i got max, you can go ahead” he says.

a few minutes go by and grampa seo, daddy seo and little baby seo meet gramma seo, mommy seo and big baby seo. hugs and greetings are exchanged and now the real fun can begin.

changbin goes back to the car and comes back with sleds, and snow molds.

“gramma can you sled with me?” vienna says so heartwarmingly.

changbin hesitates, he doesn’t want his mom or his daughter getting hurt.

“of course, pumpkin” gma seo says.

they slide successfully down the hill, earning a laugh from the two of them.

gpa seo and you play with baby max and the snow molds, making a snow castle.

changbin claps at his mom and daughter, nonverbally congratulating the successful landing.

an hour and a half go by and the 6 of you go to a coffee shop. the kids split a hot cocoa and a piece of cake. gma and gpa seo split a piece of coffee cake, and have separate coffees, same with you and changbin.

“we missed you so much, we haven’t seen you in a few months!” gpa seo says to the 4 of you.

“we missed you too!” you say back.

“yeah and i missed you thiiiiiiiiiis much” vienna spreads her arms out as much as she could.

“oh yeah? well i missed you thiiiiiiiiis much” gpa seo imitates vienna’s arms, obviously a larger span than hers. vi’s jaw drops and then she giggles.

smiles appear on all of your faces.

another hour passes by, both kids are asleep, vienna in changbin’s lap and max in gpa’s lap.

“i think it is about that time where we get going” changbin says quietly, not to wake up the sleeping beauty on his lap.

heads shake ‘yes’ as everyone gets up slowly. both vienna and max jerk slightly but are still asleep. gpa hands max over to you. you all make your way to the cars.

goodbyes and hugs were given.

“see you again soon” you say

“yes! soon!” gma says.

a tiring day is at an end. the time from the coffee shop to your house is over half an hour. you swear you just closed your eyes, next thing you know, your eyes grow heavy and you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

changbin noticed right away and tries his best not to hit any pot holes or bumps.

you’re finally home, but still asleep and so are your children. he grabs max first, putting him in his crib, taking off his gear. then vienna, putting her in her bed and doing the same. then you, putting your arm over his shoulder and picking you up bridal style. he sets you on your guys’ bed and takes off your snow gear. now gets himself undressed from the heavy snow gear.

vienna cries loudly, now awake, you wake up to coo her back to slumber but you’re stopped.

“i got it, lay back down” changbin says sweetly.

#skz #changbin headcanons #dad!skz #skz dad imagine #skz headcanons #skz imagine #skz imagines #dad!changbin

[adleryoung]

"It's getting a bit chilly," you say as the Guest Narrator pauses for breath. "You said you don't like ties, but how about this scarf? Made with the finest craftsmanship."

I dunno man. I'm warm enough in my hoodie, but … okay, I guess. Thanks.

"You seem thirsty. Please, drink deeply from the mug provided. It was made with you in mind."

About that. I don't wanna seem ungrateful, but I gotta know if this is vegan. And if it is, could you warm it back up for me? It's gotten cold, in like a major uncool way. Thanks, man. While you're doing that, I'll continue the story.

. . .

"This is why all your dadgum Seelie plans fail," Burnside continued, brandishing her machete. "You spend too much time thinkin' about people instead of gettin' things done. Now that y'all have tried doing things the Seelie way an' seen how that turns out, it's time to do things the Unseelie way! The FUN way! These here witches wanna learn dark magick an' make sacrifices? I say let 'em! You give 'em what they want, they give you what you want, everybody's happy. No consarned moral lessons nor namby pamby japes needed! I could draft ya up an Unseelie lesson plan quicker'n you can say Lorem Ipsum an' all that."

The witches gasped and one of them excitedly whispered "The Overspell!"

"All right," I grumbled. "That's enough out of you."

"WHUUUUH," Burnside moaned as she crumpled to the ground from my Orgasmic Touch.

"When do we get to learn how to do that?" the duck asked, awestruck.

Before I could answer, Ixies began swarming around the circle.

"Is that it?" they called. "Is it over? How was our performance? Witches, if thou hadst to rate it from one to ten what wouldst thou say?"

"Oh, you guys were great," the vixen gushed. "You set the tone masterfully! We were primed and eager with anticipation when His Lordship appeared. It wouldn't have worked half as well without you building up the suspense beforehand."

"Was there anything that could be improved?" an Ixie asked.

Ixies and witches started jabbering excitedly to each other.

"We deserve some recognition for our work as well," the trees rustled insistently. "It's not easy moving around when there is no breeze. You know, you could have utilized us in your show a little more. We could have manipulated the canopy to give the stone circle a dramatic lighting effect. Next time -"

"When can we learn that knockout touch?" the duck insisted. "Does it only work on the Raccoon Monster?"

"When can we learn mind-reading and illusions?" Mother Didelphis croaked.

"SILENCE!" I bellowed in my amplified Voice of Command.

Everyone started clapping.

"Stop that!" I snapped. "This isn't part of the show! The show is over! Yes, I should have been more specific with what I wanted Rebecca to say, but what's done is done. You didn't come out here just to watch amateur theater, did you? I have spied into your hidden desires. I know that each of you wants something. So let's stop fooling around and talk business."

#furry #elf #story #adventure #plot #cartoon #tboay

[voidselfshipp]

First Embers

Cw: violence mention, mostly playfull. Food mention. Ask to tag

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♡Lovely Taglist: @tex-treasures

Summary: Donald has to execute a mission with his co-worker,usually its no big deal but this time he cant stand the person hes paired up with. But maybe more than anger theres feelings in denial?

A/n: angy Ressler!!!! Also this is a prequel to this fic

When Jerico and Donald first met, they couldnt stand eachother.

For Donald, Jerico was too carefree, she didnt plan beforehand and her blatant disregard for the FBI's rules was the icing on the cake.

For jerico, Donald was too uptight, never questioned anything or anyone, too loyal to a country that would sell him out the moment he proven to be a liability

And yet here they were, on a mission, togheter.

"Whoever did her profile was completly wrong"Ressler thought, laying on his side of the bed because apparently the hotel they were staying had a misunderstanding and gave them a room with one bed. "Her? Being great at planning things and deducting possible outcomes? She doesnt think before doing anything!"

He sighed turning to face a sleeping jerico, her back to him, her torso rising up Gently, her breaths deep and calm.

"Of all people it had to be her..." he thought.

Though,a part of him couldnt help but celebrate a little, if anyone asked Ressler if he felt something for Jeri he would deny it.

Truth was, that despite her getting on his nerves, she was fun to be around, always cracking Jokes, making favors for people, and these days of sharing a hotel room with her made a certain fondness for her Bloom inside of him.

"Sure" he thought, tensing for a moment when his companion lays on her back, her face falling to the side." She's got really nice hair, and really nice green eyes..., and sure I lighten up when shes around...but no I dont have feelings for her! She gets on my nerves all the time. I mean she blatantly disrespects protocol and yeah she gets the job done but-" his train of thought is interrupted as jerico rolls on her side facing him, to then shiver a little.

"Poor thing must be freezing, gotta ask for some more blankets" don thinks pulling up the blankets to her shoulder. "She looks beautiful..."

Upon realizing what he had just said to himself he shakes his head and turns around, ignoring how jeri's face smooshes against his back.

He sighs audibly "this is the worst!".

The Next day, Ressler woke up with the feeling of two arms around him, her face between his shoulderblades.

He tensed, turning his face to see who was latching on him Sloth style.

Then, realizing its jerico he just Turned around, cheeks. "Great..." he thinks sarcastically.

--Oh, good morning-- she said rubbing her eye.

--g'morning --He muttered.

--Did you sleep well?

There was a short pause, its the first time he slept a full night without nightmares--i slept alright, how about you?

--Best sleep I had in weeks

He chuckled-- well you were latching on me Sloth style

Jeri covered her face, cheeks becoming warm, he hears the sound of skin hitting skin, and as he turns around he sees her covering her face. Cute. --Im so sorryyy!--She whined, turning to her side.

--Heh, dont sweat it, it happends--c'mon, its my turn to make breakfast

She nodded and let him walk to the kitchen so she could change, soon emerging from the bedroom, sluggishly walking towards the kitchen.

--You dont look like the type'a person who just had the best sleep in weeks --He teased.

--Im not a morning person, you know how hard it is for me to speak english first thing in the morning? --She sighed-- Tea with--

--Two sugars and a lemon peel, I got this, you go sit --He said fondly.

--Wow,thanks Ress-- jeri sounded a little bit impressed.

He Turned to her, and saw her smiling, warm and relaxed, his brain stops working for a moment, wow she was beautiful.

She patted his back and Walked to the couch, as Donald looked at her go he noticed something-- Those my pants?

--First thing I grabbed, they are pretty comfortable--Jerico said with clearly no intentions of changing them.

"You look great in them" he was going to say, but he shook his head" breakfast. Gotta concentrate on breakfast".

Jeri plopped on the couch, looking out at the beautiful cityscape before her, she would spend hour watching the city.

Her thoughts cant help but wander as the clouds float by.

"That was very kind of ressler" she thought "his voice sounds so pleaseant during the mornings, easy on the ears..." jerico sighed, grabbing the nearby blanket (that was there thanks to resslers attempt to taking the couch,and upon seeing the neck ache it gave him he dirched it completly), And wrapped herself with it.

--Hey, heres your breakfast--Donald said handing her a cup of tea,to then sit besides her-- make some space for me?

She tried to wrap the blanket around him, and he scooted closer.

Like this, off duty, they could get along, and moments like these felt domestic.

Her head rested against his shoulder, don says nothing as he drinks from his coffee.

--Nice day today-- Donald said "thats your opening line?" He thinks at the back of his head.

--Yeah,its a nice day, think its gonna be cold? --She asked.

--Nah dont think so, I saw the forecast yesterday, its gonna be pretty warm today

--Thats great, I love warm days -- Both smile, though neither sees the other do so, and a calm silence makes itself present.

They finish their breakfast in silence, not noticing how their hands rested against eachother's , with donny's ontop of jerico's.

After both changed into their undercover clothes,as they walk to the park they were going to eavesdrop in, jeri asked-- Wanna debrief me?

--Oh yeah, sure uhm.., The target's another of Reddington's blacklisters, hes a smuggler, the head of the smuggling rig we are investigating,he goes under an alias John Smith

--Heh, good one,using an alias that has both common names and last names so its harder to track

--Suspicious as all shit too, but it works for 'im--He Gently pushes her to the side and she laughs.

--Yeah it does, now I have to ask you, why would a guy that smuggles things would go to a park of all places

--Thats what we are here to find out

The mission went on without a hitch, after eavesdropping and recording the conversation, both decide to sit back and relax.

--I know a good place to get lunch-- Ressler commented.

--lead the way--She replied-- im starving

Both stood up,jerico followed her companions lead in silence.

He was awfully nice today, usually they would be having a screaming match by now-- Youre oddly jovial today

--Jovial?--don asked raising a brow.

--yeah well looks like finally you pulled out the stick in your ass--She explained with a teasing smile.

--tch, be carefull or ill hit you with it--He joked back, catching jerico off guard.

She couldnt help but join in the laughter, grabbing on his arm for support.

Donalds smile grew wider when he saw her laugh, she looked beautiful when she laughed.

--Uhm we're here-- he announced-- after you

--Why,Thank you sir-- she replied waking in first.

--Of course,miss

Lunch went pretty well, they Ate and talked about random things, like the weather, the restaurant's decor.

--I find it interesting that you and I get along off work--Jerico commented.

--Yeah, I noticed that too, less stress I guess?

--Hey that rhymed!

He snorted-- anyway, I think we do a good job all things considered

She laughed-- all things considered? --jeri asked between giggles.

--Well, I still dont like your blatant disrespect for FBI protocol

--You do know my organization doesnt have to answer to your goverment right?, I can do things you cant, thats why we are paired togheter

Donald took a moment-- so youre basically above the law?

--not really? Im here to make things easier, I can go places you cant

--Its not legally Correct though..--He noted.

--Just because its not legally correct that doesnt mean its not morally correct

--Morally correct means nothing if its not done through the proper channels--donald pointed out slightly angry.

--How can you expect to do the right thing if the systems are corrupt

--Not all of them are

--The most powerful ones are corrupt, the ones that have the final say -

--If arranged correctly--

--even if its arranged correctly...--Jerico said sternly-- corruption cant be solved through democracy if the democratic channels are corrupt..

Both deathstare at eachother, with their food finished, Donald payed for the food, and both stormed off in different paths.

By the time the night fell,jerico was no-where to be seen, Ressler just stared out of the Window, still fuming.

Until he saw the time, that is.

"Where the hell is she?" He thought. "I shouldnt've let her go by herself..."

He looks at his coat besides him, just as he grabs it and stands up, the door opens.

There she was, gripping onto her jacket, shivering.

--Come here right now-- he ordered-- fuck youre freezing, youre going to get sick -- he closes the door-- take a warm shower, ill make you some tea

Jeri doesnt protest, running to her bags to Grab a change of clothes and go to the bathroom.

Don lets out a sigh he didnt know he was holding in, leaving his jacket on the sofá and going to the kitchen. "Idiot scared me to death" he thought grabbing a clean cup.

By the time jerico was out of the shower, her tea was done.

--Here...and bundle up-- He said handing her the Cup, wrapping a blanket around her like a burrito-- what were you thinking!? No texts or a call?

Jeri sighed--Sorry i-

--i- look-- don said sitting besides her-- its dangerous out there, and as much as you can handle yourself..these are powerfull people...just be carefull

--I Will, sorry I scared you to death--Her head Gently rested against his shoulder.

--Im- im sorry about earlier...look we can agree to disagree but I shouldve gone looking for you after a while... we are partners, we are supposed to look after eachother

She nodded, kissing his bicep--We are, hey how about we dine inside tonight?

--I like that idea-- he mused fondly-- Next time you scare me to death ill take the stick out of my ass and hit you with it

She snorted-- I dont think so, its pretty deep in there

He rolled his eyes and kisses the top of her head-- ill go make dinner, you stay bundled up here..

--nope. Ill go help, let me make it up to you

--Dont need to-

--c'mon strawberry blonde, lets go Cook

She bolts to the kitchen, don right behind her yelling --What did you just call me?

He sounded threatening, but he had a big smile on his face, maybe they could be more than co-workers.

#cw violence mention #tw violence mention #cw violence #tw violence #cw eye contact #tw eye contact #🕵️‍♀️🌻🐉 everything is not what it seems|the///blacklist self insert🐉🌻🕵️‍♀️ #ressler tag pending #👮‍♂️🗂⚖if my journey on this path could ever lead to losing you i know which path is not my path|ressler⚖🗂👮‍♂️

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Ideal Types

Request: Hi!

I read your rules and I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Kyoka, Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki and Mori’s type? 

Like what kind of person they’d fall for or what traits do they find important?

Thanks and feel free to ignore! 

Bye! 

Btw your writing is awesome!

Title: Ideal Types

Genre: mostly fluffy and slightly romantic (it is ideal types after all wink wink)

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori/Hikaru Hitachiin/Kaoru Hitachiin/Tamaki Suoh/Takashi Morinozuka x GN!Reader

Notes: So, I’m going to assume you meant to type Kyoya instead of Kyoka (i thought of Kyoka Jiro brom BNHA), to make that clear beforehand! Also thanks for the compliment! I’m glad you enjoy what I write, it makes me happy seeing that people enjoy it.

Otherwise, this sounded kinda fun! I will say, though, that this will be based on how I see the characters and how they are written. I haven’t read enough of the manga to get a super in depth grasp of their extreme inner selves (if you know what I mean), but I have finished the anime a multitude of times - I think I can get it pretty good, due to that. 

Either way, I hope you enjoy this! And again, thanks for requesting! 

Below the cut!

Tamaki Suoh

shy. 

this man loves shy people. 

if not shy, then quiet. 

but no matter- 

if you’re shy, he can play up his princely role and be your knight in shining armor!

but you still gotta give him a run for his money

(not literally, of course - he’d be willing to drop thousands for you if you even so much as glanced at something you wanted)

if you aren’t willing to push through his stuff, he won’t want to be with you

he wants support, no disregarding it

he doesn’t get much from the people he lives with, so if his significant other isn’t going to support him, expect to be dropped

otherwise, please support this boy.

that, and if his grandma doesn’t love you, expect to be kept a secret

if his dad loves you, though, then you’ve got a new father figure along with a boyfriend

intelligence isn’t necessary, but common sense might be

especially if you’re a commoner

with the way he can be, he needs someone to tie him down a bit

someone that understands how things work

(i’m really just putting this out there now, but every person here loved something about haruhi that would be universal no matter if it was or wasn’t haruhi)

it definitely helps if you can open him up to a new culture, too

he is a curious person, so i don’t doubt that he’d love to hear about any customs that my differ from his

especially if you have a certain religion or ethnicity

speaking if which, i do think that he would try to adjust his mannerisms to adjust to you and your family’s mannerisms

he (surprisingly) doesn’t come off as a player, so i do think that the way he handles himself reflects his ideal plan

whatever happens in the future does, but he wants to marry you.

he truly does. 

i also don’t think he would care too much about gender (after a bit) 

he means well, really

but he may be a little rough with pronouns and preferences in the beginning

so patience is also key here :)

that also applies to kids and family members that he may so happen to meet

very friendly to them, and very sweet in general

the way that you would react around children would probably be a very important thing, too

he didn’t see his mother for the most formative years in his life and had never truly felt comforted even though his dad tried his damnedest to be there for him

but you? 

if you have a little niece that you see every so often and he sees her, guess what? 

he’s gonna be all over her

but you? 

you would probably have to handle the chi;ld with care

same thing applies to siblings, adoptive or not

younger than you? 

perfect, if you end up taking them out to lunch because your parent(s)/legel guardian(s) weren’t able to hang out with you that day, tamaki will be f a w n i n g

seriously

it brings him comfort and makes him more comfortable in his choice

and he also just solidified his love for you 

he will be proposing to you as soon as the time for the moment comes

that is a fact, and one that you can’t deny

and one more thing: adventurous

it’s another thing that he finds intriguing

especially if you love hiking

he will pay for the tickets to go hiking on a trail in the US

or to visit a forest in Korea or China

let’s also not forget the many places he could take you to see in France

seriously, he would love it

and he may try to profit off it for the host club

(in those cases, expect kyoya to run the show since you will probably have to drag him away for a few to get some alone time with him) 

and when it comes to arguments and discrepancies between the two of you, please listen

you don’t have to agree, which he will be forever a drama queen about, but please

let him get his side off, and tell him what went wrong

articulate what is going on what problem came up, and work with him to find the middle ground and be happy for the night

i also find that he would be one to give you a good night kiss even if you got into it earlier in the night

seriously

so, in conclusion, act like haruhi

(to an extent lol) 

Kyoya Ootori

debate

if you can debate with him, you’ve got him 

especially if you can debate with him on certain topics

that, in theory, shows your understanding of complex ideas

which presents your intelligence to him

he finds intelligence attractive

that and if you can keep a cool head

he has to constantly handle big situation after big situation due to tamaki and the club’s antics, so a level head would be much appreciated.

there’s a small portion of me that just knows

k n o w s

that if you didn’t even get along with tamaki in the slightest, you’d likely be ignored

like, if you find him annoying, that’s fine

kyoya can find him annoying, too

but if you absolutely hate his guts, you are likely not going to go along too well with him

the two of them are an unconventional team so to tear them apart is to topple the japanese high school equivalent of royalty

that would drive him up a wall, but i can imagine that since they are a team

that you would be dragged into club activities whether or not you are a member

otherwise, please talk with him

kyoya, though driven, is also extremely unaware of his health (in a way that he ignores it)

so he needs someone to pull him back and get him to realize his worth outside of grades and gaining his father’s approval

seriously

bring him down and get him to take a break sometimes. 

he needs it.

badly

(bonus points if you can get him to sleep before 5 am!)

one more thing, too:

his family. 

get along with his siblings, especially his sister

she has been one of the few people to actually stay with him and respect him

so she is the key here

if she likes you, you know that you have managed to catch his attention

in all honesty, too

your appearance isn’t gonna matter much to him, as long as you can make yourself look presentable when the time calls

i will warn you though

he isn’t the best with emotions, so he may be tempted to buy copious amounts of gifts to compensate for hi slack of understanding

which could lead to arguments

debates are normal, those are safe

but arguments with his might get a little bit...on the threatening side? 

idk how to phrase it, really

but i highly doubt that he is gonna fall back, especially if you cave first

he isn’t the most emotionally unintelligent, really

he’s just a little self-focused

which is why an ability to stand ground would be good here

he’s not gonna be like tamaki and refuse to go to bed angry, no

he’d probably let it stew overnight and then fix it the next day (if it’s petty enough) 

but no matter

just state your point, allow him to state his, and discuss

level-headed, concise, and understanding are the keys here

especially in a fight

(or go to his sister)

(she could tear into him) 

(and it may get a laugh out of him depending on the situation) 

(just play your cards well) 

anyways, carry your head well is the gist here

intelligence is what will catch him, but your personality is what will catch him next

again, he isn’t picky, more so just self-focused

so be calm and patient, and be willing to see the lines and read between them if needed

(that happens to be his toxic trait, but whatever-)

(and no, if any questions are to come up, he will not be capable of doing what his evil twin did in episode 8) 

Takashi “Mori” Morinozuka

i’m gonna say it

mans is most definitely a tough read

like really

but there is one thing that i just k n o w he loves

he loves to be the protector

really, just looking at the way that he approaches situations with honey and haruhi proves this

even the rest of the club at times, in all honesty

so he’d like someone he can protect

(not at all times, tho) 

(he is well aware of the lengths you’d go to in order to make sure that you walk out of a situation in pristine condition) 

but still-

at least just let him help you 

his love language is very obviously acts of service, so anyone that is willing to allow him to do so would be great

now we get to honey-senpai

ik it’s a common thread amongst everyone here, but this (next to the twins) would be the most prominent

honey’s judgement hasn’t often been wrong

and he’s really welcoming, so if you tip off honey’s radar imagine yourself cut from the list in general

seriously

you absolutely, positively, truly have to get along with mori’s precious cousin

(and do note, kissing ass gets you nowhere in this scenario)

that, and if you get along with kids in general

i see him as the kind of guy that would really like kids, despite the fact that some can get super scared of him

he’s really a sweet guy, so he needs someone sweet with him

like, if you have a younger sibling or extended family member that is like

a toddler, let’s say

and you can play with them and make them happy, even generally caring for them

yeah, that will make him happy

really happy

i also seem his as the type to like someone a little more...quiet

not like a bookworm (strictly, at least)

but like, someone that is more introverted 

and can also hold their own in classes

not genius level, but hopefully you get the gist

if you could hold a joke and have a sense of humor, too

think a personality type similar to the “girl-next-door” archetype without the amount of modernized twists and gender specification

speaking of modernization

i feel like he’d like someone who’s a little more traditional

not like “stay at home and do [blank]” traditional, though

like...

values family traditions kind

really, dude’s a family man and he makes it very evident 

i also think he would re4ally like someone who can knock people down a few pegs when the time calls for it

physically or verbally, doesn’t matter to him

a little fire is always nice

anyways- 

when it comes to arguments, expect him to be patient

he will get mad at times, and that’s understandable

but he’s another one that doesn’t want to go to bed angry 

he really wants to get to the root of the problem before it can get any worse, but if it means settling for the night and sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, well

that’s fine with him

he really just wants someone to discuss the issue with

that is, opposed to someone who wants to fuel the flames and create more problems

so please, someone open-minded and willing to listen would be great

i also feel like he’d like someone who would really like hugs, i mean look at him- 

all in all, though, yeah-

to be reasonable and understanding 

while also being carefree and gentle?

yeah, marriage material right there

he really just wants to hold you close to him

(and he wants to please you and treat you like royalty, but hey-) 

but he wouldalso really respect someone who sees him as more than honey-senpai’s carrier or that one hot guy that won’t talk 

really, someone that can treat him like a person 

Hikaru Hitachiin

so there might be a theme between the twins

that being the fact that they would like someone that can have fun and focus on the good side of life

and that rings true for hikaru, really

but unlike kaoru, he isn’t going to be the type to ignore that at most times

(particularly upon first meeting)

if you can take a joke, that’s makes you attractive

if you can tag along with the twins’ pranks?

even more so

(again, particularly to hikaru)

willing to clown anyone else just because you want to?

yep, check that off the list as well

really if you can let loose, he will be drawn to you for it

otherwise, though, what he wants isn’t going to be the most ideal for him

it may take kaoru to point it out, possibly even mori or honey, but he needs someone to bring him down

he can get a little egotistical when something continually goes his way

but when that is immediately dashed, he gets mad

not really violent, rather passive-aggressive and insulting

he knows, when willing to acknowledge it especially, that he needs someone to calm him

call him out on what he’s done, tell him that it isn’t right.

remind him that the way that he is acting is only going to cause more harm than good

help him acknowledge where he needs help

help him develop himself and himself alone

help him come to terms with others, too

really, he needs someone that can take a joke, make a joke, and knows when to avoid joking altogether

(that may seem like a stretch to him, though)

another stipulation:

you HAVE TO get along with kaoru

HAVE TO.

there is no debate here, really

i remind you of being able to aid him in pranking others with him and kaoru

but that also means that he has to trust you enough to tell you anything about him

only kaoru and a select few others know how he really feels, and how he really processes everything, and how he really grew up and the feelings that came with it

so he also HAS TO trust you

and kaoru respecting you and liking you is the first step

in regards to appearance, though, i do feel like he would be a little more particular to it

he would budge, it believe that all of the host club members definitely have their moments but mean well

but i also do think that your appearance may be the first thing to grab his attention

i’m thinking he’d be drawn more to people that look similar to the models that his mom uses in fashion ad campaigns

to be specific, those from active wear ads

i don’t know why, but i feel like he’d like someone who looks like they take care of themself

but really, while that may be what draws his attention, it would come down to your personality

(i really felt the need to place this here especially)

(no clue why but i just get the feeling that the twins would be way more judgemental from the get-go) 

to make it clear, though, he may get picky and a little nasty, but he means well

which makes it even weirder when it comes to arguments

there will be days where he will die on his hill of choice

he’ll refuse to listen, refuse to acknowledge you even

possibly even go to kaoru and proceed to make a fool of you without telling him the whole truth

(only for kaoru to pull him back)

he would be likely to do what kyoya might here

going to bed angry would definitely be something that he may do, but i also feel that he’d have enough awareness to settle it just a little bit

which leads to the other side

he can also be very gentle about it

(i have to draw another parallel to tamaki here)

this side is one in which he would be likely to at the very least ease thing sdown enough to sleep in the same bed

i see him as the type of hold you close to him, cheek to chest

so i find that he would be sleeping in the same bed, but on the complete other side and his back facing you

settled just enough to calm the situation

only then would he be willing to settle the situation the next morning

but in general, he isn’t going to pay much attention to you if you don’t have a sense of humor

really, he just wants to relax with someone that can make him feel safe and comfortable

someone that can bring out the best in him and give him space when needed

as well as help him become the best version of himself without it being strictly ‘hikaru and kaoru’ 

Kaoru Hitachiin

gonna say it again, definitely think kaoru would go for someone with a sense of humor

but he’d also want them to draw the line when necessary

and not be solely focused on humor and pranks

it’s all fair, really, but he already sees enough of the shallow image that he and his brother put on for the attendees of the club

so to only put your attention onto that would definitely make him

well...

kinda hate you

he is definitely more emotionally aware than hikaru is, so he’d be the one to step back and see you for more

your humor would be the signal

your personality would be the habit

and your reactions to him would solidify his interest in you

to be patient is to grab his attention

and intelligent

unlike hikaru, i imagine that he would be more interested in things that are the complete opposite of what he puts on for show

he doesn’t care about how other girls react to him and only that, he’d also care about appreciation for his achievements

which is also what he would seek in a partner

someone who can appreciate him, as well as appreciate themselves

that also applies to grades

he finds someone smart to be attractive

but that is still only something small

he would definitely be the one to pay less attention to physical appearance, too

he would still be picky 

(sadly) 

but he would also be quicker to ignore that and put more of his focus onto your mind, reactions, and the tiny little things that you do in your everyday life

but i do find that he would focus on your appearance in a different manner

like, appreciating the little acne scars and moles on your face

if you have a port-wine stain, too

that would intrigue him

even something as simple as a little mark that looks similar to one would draw his attention

that and any modifications and stuff like your eyebrows

i also feel that he’d be drawn to someone who is a bit thicker

like, muscular, heavier, has a build to suit that, etc.

stuff like that

really just any body that has a bit more space on it

and i do think he would really like body modifications

idk why i just..do

he seems like he’d like a slight divide in appearance in general, honestly

otherwise he is most definitely going to pay attention to how you help others

as much as he loves hikaru, the way he handles things (as well as a majority of the host club too, tbh) is really not great

not great in the slightest

handling things with utmost patience but also trying to take into account the person you’re helping just...

it leaves him flustered.

in arguments, too, that would be important

he can have a bit of a fiery temper at times, so to have someone that can bring him down would be great

he’d also appreciate it if his partner would be the type to tackle the issue before it gets out of hand

like, he wouldn’t want to go to bed angry but he wouldn’t be above it 

(at least for one night)

he wants to rest with you, he wants to cuddle you in bed and give you a goodnight kiss on the cheek

he wants to be gentle and sweet with you

but again, he and hikaru do have some similarities that aren’t too great in hindsight

so to combat that, someone that can handle things like these in a composed manner would be great 

seriously

kaoru really wants to spoon with you and sleep well and wake up to your sleepy eyes in the morning, so please- 

no, really tho

he wants someone that can separate him from his brother and treat him as his own person

someone he can trust with his worst secrets and most awful insecurities and worries

someone who can treat him like a king but also knows when to get him to step down and draw the line

someone that can carry themself with a good sense of humor but a well-rounded sense of when to cut the crap

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Keep you safe

Keep you safe

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When the civil war breaks out among the team, what happens when you find yourself and your girlfriend on opposite sides of the fight?

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing, angst, injury, ends in fluff

Word Count: 1.8k words

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“Vision, you can’t keep her prisoner here” I announced to what seemed like a brick wall. The S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting was only this morning and already it felt like the team was beginning to drift. Tony and Steve were fighting, not being able to agree on where they stand regarding the Sokovia Accords and whether we should sign our rights away. Wanda, not being a US citizen and having been a big part of the incident in Sokovia, has been put under Vision’s watch for protection. But from what i’ve seen, I think Wanda can protect herself just fine.

“It’s not imprisonment, Y/N, this is for her safety.”

“Safety? She’s fully capable of walking to the shops on her own.”

“I think some members of the team would disagree, Nata-”

“Don’t, Vision. Please.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead, the stress going straight to my temples upon remembering the events from this morning with my girlfriend.

Nat and I had just walked out of the meeting room, thoughts flooding both of our heads. We were exhausted, the emergency meeting not giving us enough time to wake up with a coffee before having to be fully functional. My head was resting on her shoulder, her head on top of mine as we stood in an abandoned corridor, revelling in the peace and quiet. It was a few minutes before one of us decided to speak up.

“You okay, голубка?” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head before returning to her previous position.

“Mhmm, I think so. My head is officially fried though and it’s not even 9am yet.”

“We’ll get some coffee in us soon.”

“I think we’ve earned it” I mumbled, earning a slight chuckle from the both of us, returning back to the silence for only a couple of minutes before a thought crossed my mind.

“I feel bad for Wanda. She must feel terrible.”

“I know. Hopefully this whole Accords business can be of help.”

“Well, that would be nice, but we’re obviously not signing that.” An airy laugh left my lips, amused at the idea of signing away any freedom we could have for ourselves. I felt Nat’s body go rigid beside me, suddenly feeling tense. I pulled away slightly and looked up to see a frown taking over her features.

“You’re not going to sign?” She spoke, suddenly sounding more awake, albeit still having a gentle tone, but I could feel the disbelief behind her words.

“I wasn’t planning on it, no. Are you?”

“I feel like it would be a good idea. Maybe we need a little more guidance to go about our missions.”

“This isn't guidance, Nat. This is essentially locking us away just without the bars.”

“It’s protection.”

“It’s losing our freedom!” I bluntly responded, almost shocked that we weren’t on the same page about this. We both stood across from each other now, arms crossed and staring into each other's eyes, all tiredness beforehand gone and replaced with fire.

“I need some air” She groaned, walking away towards the exit, signalling the end of that conversation.

“Nat-”

“I’ll see you at home, okay?” Not giving me a chance to respond, having walked out the door before I could utter a word. I guess coffee is the least of my problems now.

Lost in my daydream, I hadn’t even noticed that Clint had walked in and was currently fighting Vision. Wait, Clint?

“Clint? I thought you retired?”

“Ah nice to have you back.” He choked, currently caught in a headlock with Vision. I stood next to Wanda, the two of us sharing a look of confusion. “We need to go, Cap needs us.”

“You can’t overpower me, Clint.” Vision spoke, still holding his grip.

“I know i can’t, but she can”

I looked beside me once again and saw Wanda beginning to use her powers, and before I knew it, Vision had fallen to the ground..and further until we could no longer see him.

“We need to go” The archer rushed, taking Wanda by the hand and leading her outside. I was yet to be clued in on what exactly was going on, but I knew one thing, this couldn’t be good.

---

It was absolute chaos everywhere. Steve, much like Tony, had recruited a small team of his own, some familiar faces, some new, the ant guy was pretty cool. However, there hadn’t been much time to admire the different skill sets and powers that had been brought to the table before both sides had run towards each other. Especially considering seeing the recognisable assassin on the other side had brought on a wave of sickness, fighting her was the last thing I wanted to do.

While Bucky had taken to fighting who I assumed to be Blank Panther and Sam was in the air, I’d stuck to helping Steve, not wanting to get involved in the fight Clint was having with Natasha. This teenager had started shooting webs at Captain, and while I know he was on the opposite side, I had to admit, he was pretty good at fighting.

“He also said to go for your legs” He chuckled, again shooting webs at the supersoldier and holding him back from retrieving his shield.

“Hey Spidey” I called, gaining his attention.

“Hi”

“Might wanna drop the Captain, yeah?”

“I can’t. I gotta impress Mr Stark”

“Look, this isn’t your fight, you don’t know what’s going on” I tried to reason, falling onto deaf ears, or just stubborn, as he then shot his webs at me and tried to pull. His eyes shrunk in confusion as he couldn’t flip me, my power of immobility coming in handy.

“Why-” He groaned, still trying to flip me. I lifted my hands, grabbed the webs and flung him into one of the loading crates that were scattered around, my super strength making the impact a lot harsher, but not enough to cause major injury.

“Thanks Y/N” Steve spoke, a quick nod of approval was shared before I caught a glance of another fight going on. Wanda’s holding a crate, trying to take someone flying above it out, completely oblivious to Vision starting to come towards her. Looking down slightly, I saw who was directly underneath.

“Shit” I mumbled, running as fast as I could towards them, avoiding gunfire and punches along the way.

“Language!”

“Sorry! Jeez” I directed towards the man now running in a different direction.

Vision was much closer to them than I was, no matter how quickly my feet took me. It was no use trying to warn Wanda, I wouldn’t get there in time. I had to go with plan B.

“Nat! Move!”

She quickly turned and caught sight of me, giving me a confused glare that didn’t last long before I pushed her away from where she was standing, out of harm's way.

“What the hell Y/-” She hadn’t managed to finish her sentence before her eyes widened in horror at the large crate suddenly falling from Wanda’s hold and onto me. My arms lifted quickly to hold it, slightly wobbling due to not being in the centre of it.

“Is there anything behind me?”

“Wha-”

“Is there anything behind me?!” I spoke more urgently, not knowing how much longer I could hold it.

“No, no you’re clear.” Natasha responded, I thanked her silently with a nod.

‘Okay. you’ve got this. One. Two-’ I thought to myself.

With the remaining strength I could have gathered, I bent down slightly and pushed, sending the metal hurling upwards while I ran forward. Overestimating how high i’d thrown it, the bitter reality hit me, quite literally as it fell onto my leg, sending me face first towards the ground.

“Wanda!” Was all I could hear before I felt my head placed in someone’s lap and the world went black.

---

My head pounding like a hammer had been a lovely wake up call, followed by a throbbing pain in my leg which I'd looked down to see was lying along a row of pillows. My eyes darted around the room and I recognised the photo on the bedside table beside me. It was a photo of Natasha and I standing in the rain laughing at a joke we can’t remember anymore, but it must’ve been funny according to the huge smiles on our faces. The love in our eyes was enough to make galaxies jealous.

A knock on the door had interrupted my train of thought, opening before I had a chance to respond, Natasha walked in, a guilty look taking over her face.

“Hi”

“Hey. You okay?” I questioned, earning a smile and a scoff to come out of The Black Widow’s mouth.

“Am I okay? Really?”

“I-”

“You ask me if i’m okay when you’re lying there with a broken leg and just woken up from being knocked out, because you decided to throw yourself into danger.”

“You had a tonnes worth of metal about to fall on you. Forgive me if i didn’t want a squished girlfriend.” I defended myself, not entirely certain on how this is turning into being my fault.

“You could have died”

“But I didn’t”

“But you could’ve, Y/N!”

“Love-”

“I can’t lose you” Her voice broke. Only then had I managed to really take a look at her. Her eyes had clouded over, her hair was all over the place, her nose running slightly. A pang of guilt hit me, not knowing that my action had affected her so much.

“Can you come here? Please?” She hesitated, but soon made her way round to the other side of the bed and sat herself down, making herself comfortable in my arms that I held open for her, hands immediately going to run through her hair. Small sniffles could be heard in the otherwise silent room, each one having a kiss pressed against her head in response.

After a couple of minutes, the silence was broken again.

“I’m sorry, moya lyubov, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to keep you safe.”

She turned her head up slightly to look at me, a small smile playing on her lips

“I know. i just panicked. I want you to be safe too.”

“I’m okay. I’m here. I promise.” I kissed her head again. “How does a bath and a movie sound?” A small sigh left her lips at the suggestion.

“You’ll join?”

“I’ll join”

A small but passionate kiss was exchanged, followed by a few quick pecks before the redhead walked off towards our bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air not long after.

No matter the mission, the fight, the argument or the disagreements, we’ll always protect one another. We don’t need the Sokovia Accords for that.

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[jjoutermaybanks]

Electric Love || JJ Maybank x Reader

part one part two part three

summary: you’re the newest member of the pogues, a girl living with one foot in the rich life and one foot in the risky life. you fit right in with the crew, especially the charismatic, annoyingly attractive JJ. how will a drunken night of deep conversation and a dreaded summer party change your friendship forever?

word count: 5k

warnings: slight harassment

*not my gif, credit to owner*

PART TWO

You woke up the next morning on a couch.  A familiar couch, you realized, as you ran your fingers along rips and frays you’ve felt hundreds of times before.  Slowly sitting up, your head throbbed with the painful aftermath of last night’s alcoholic endeavors.  With blurry vision and a sore throat, you glanced around the living room of the Chateau, John B.’s rundown house you often found yourself in.

“Morning, princess.”  The voice belonged to JJ, who was behind the couch cooking something in the kitchen.  You craned your neck to spot him, taking in his shirtless torso and relaxed posture.  John B. leaned on the counter beside him, peering doubtfully at whatever JJ was cooking.  It smelled slightly burnt, and you wrinkled your nose.

Groaning, you pressed your hands to your eyes and rubbed away the residual drowsiness there.  “How did I get here?” you grumbled, completely spacing on how you ended up at the Chateau after the beach party.  The last thing you remembered was warming up with JJ after the swim and contemplating your feelings about him.  Everything after that was a total blank.

“You don’t remember?” John B. asked.  “The party was getting boring and most people had left, so we decided to dip.  You were so drunk we knew going home wasn’t an option, so we brought you here.  Kie and Pope are in the other room sleeping still.”

You nodded; this made sense.  You’d told your mom to expect you home late or not at all since you’d probably be sleeping over somewhere.  You only wished you hadn’t blacked out so you could enjoy the rest of the party with your friends.

Getting to your feet, you crossed the room and found a hoodie which you gladly pulled over your freezing upper body.  A crop top and shorts wasn’t the most comfortable outfit to fight a hangover, but this oversized hoodie would definitely help.

As you wandered into the kitchen, JJ turned and smirked at you.  “Wearing my hoodie, huh?  Looks good on you, Y/N.”  You gave him a small smile as you glanced into his pan, frowning at the blob-like mess you saw there.

“This is cooking to you?” you joked, taking in the random ingredients littering the counter.  A bottle of maple syrup was leaking onto the countertop and you swiped a finger across the golden brown liquid, licking your finger happily as the sweetness bloomed on your tongue.  JJ’s gaze lingered on your mouth as you cleaned off the syrup, his hand working to flip whatever was in the pan.

“Yes, in fact, it is,” he fired back, dumping the contents of the pan onto a plate.  “Feel free to enjoy Chef JJ’s world-renowned pancakes.”

Raising your eyebrows, you picked up the “pancake” with your fingers and held it in front of your face, inspecting the lopsided shape and burnt sides.  Your only response was a disbelieving expression which made JJ scoff.

“Come on, I tried.  Besides we didn’t have a waffle-maker, so I had to change my plans.”  He wiped his hands on a towel and threw it over his shoulder, hands on his hips as he pretended to scowl at you.

Tearing a piece off the pancake, you plopped it into your mouth and were surprised at the edible quality.  “You were gonna make me waffles?” you questioned, remembering vaguely how you told him about your dad’s infamous waffles last night.  JJ nodded.

“Yeah, thought it’d be good hangover food.”  His explanation was casual, and you weren’t sure what you expected.  For him to admit he made it just for you, because he wanted to show you how much he cared about you?  That he appreciated you opening up to him?  But you knew JJ, and he wasn’t the warm and fuzzy type.  Waffles were definitely just waffles to him, not symbolic of anything deeper.

Soon enough Kiara and Pope joined you all in the kitchen, and JJ cranked out enough pancakes to feed the whole lot.  It was a real Pogue breakfast, and you spent the morning laughing and chatting with your best friends.  Around noon, Kiara mentioned that she had to leave to meet her parents before the big event tonight.

“What big event?” you asked her.  The only big event you knew about was the beach party last night.

Kiara gave you a puzzled look.  “Don’t you remember?  The Midsummers party?  It’s tonight, and I have a stupid luncheon with my parents and the club committee members before they start getting ready for it.”

When she said the words Midsummers party you remembered exactly what was happening.  Your mother had told you about it weeks ago, in a fit of excitement and nervous giggles.  She’d apparently worked her butt off to get access to the exclusive club, since not being an official Kook made things difficult.  But apparently she’d kissed enough asses and pulled enough strings to score an invite for you, and she’d even gone out and bought special dresses for the occasion.  You’d been dreading it for so long you must have pushed it fully out of your mind, but now you remembered exactly how much you didn’t want to go.

Upon seeing your reaction, Kiara laughed.  “Trust me girl, I’m not excited either.  But you me and Sarah are all going, so we can make it fun.”

“And me,” John B. added with a hint of an embarrassed blush.  He wasn’t used to the perks of dating Sarah Cameron yet.  “I’m going with Sarah as a plus one.”

A lightbulb went off in your mind, and you broke into a grin.  “That’s it!  We can bring Pope and JJ as plus ones!  It’ll definitely make the night more bearable.”  Being surrounded by Kooks for a whole night was never going to be fun, but with the Pogues all there together it would be more than tolerable.

JJ looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.  “Aw, you want me to go as your date?  I’m touched.”  His sparkling eyes made you roll yours, and you pushed him off lightly.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you make everything better,” you told him, and his smile only widened.  “I think it’s a great idea, what do you guys think?”

Pope looked thrilled at the prospect of accompanying Kiara to a fancy party, and even she had a flush on her cheeks.  “You guys ready to go full Kook?” Kiara challenged, and Pope and JJ both pretended to salute.

“I’m ready, sergeant,” Pope joked.  “Send me into the battle zone.”

Satisfied with the morning’s accomplishments, you stated, “Okay, so let’s all meet up beforehand.  Kie, Sarah and I were gonna go to yours anyway, so should the guys meet us there too?”

“Sure thing.  Make sure to dress nice, you guys,” she said pointedly, directing her stern gaze to Pope, JJ, and John B.  John B. threw his hands up in defense.

“Trust me, Sarah’s had my outfit planned for months.”

Pope and JJ met each other’s gazes and sighed.  “Guess we have to clean up for once, dude,” JJ said gravely.  “It’s a shame I have no idea how to tie a tie, though.”

You rolled your eyes.  “I’ll do it for you, you big baby.”

JJ grinned, shooting you a naughty look.  “Any excuse to have your hands on my neck is a good excuse,” he taunted, and you shoved at his bare chest.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.  I’ve gotta go meet my mom, alright?  Be at Kiara’s 6 o’clock sharp.”  With one last threatening glare, you and Kiara strode out of the Chateau and immediately launched into a conversation about how stupid the party was going to be.

Going home was never something you looked forward to.  Your relationship with your mom was neutral at best, and when things like the Midsummers party came around it only drove a deeper wedge between the two of you.  She was a desperate social climber and you wanted nothing to do with the Kooks, so naturally you didn’t get along.  On top of that was the history with your dad, and you knew your mother had never gotten over him the way you have.

“I’m home,” you called, closing the door to your mid-sized, fairly modest new home.  It wasn’t up to Kook standard, but it was way better than the shacks that JJ and John B. lived in.  It felt weird having a foot in each world, and you often felt like you didn’t fit in anywhere.

Your mother burst out of her room and approached you with a breathless smile.  In her arms was the dress.  She’d bought it for you the second she found out you two were able to attend the party, and to say you weren’t looking forward to wearing it was an understatement.  It wasn’t ugly by any means, but you were a shorts and tee shirt kind of girl, not a prissy dress girl.

“There are heels on your bed,” your mother informed you, handing you the dress like it was a baby.  “Try it on--I made a few alterations.”  You forced a smile, not wanting to upset your mother despite your revulsion to the whole evening.  She was excited, and you didn’t want to put a damper on it.

Closing the door to your room, you examined the cursed dress.  It was the palest of blues, made out a slippery chiffon material that a light breeze would easily blow around your feet.  The neckline was a deep sweetheart and the straps were thin, and holding the dress up against you you saw how the color made you look incredibly tan.

You also noticed you still had JJ’s hoodie on, and smiled in the mirror.  It fell to your mid-thigh, almost like a dress itself, and you imagined what it would be like to wear this to the party instead.  JJ would be knocked dead for sure, and you wished you could see the look on his face when you walked in.  

What am I doing? you thought, your smile falling into a frown.  You had these recurring thoughts about JJ all the time, and you definitely knew he was more than a friend.  So why did you jokingly push him away whenever he made advances on you?  Why didn’t you just let him kiss you like you secretly wanted?

Sighing, you pulled off his sweatshirt and folded it neatly on the bed.  You’d give it back to him at Kiara’s, it would be wrong to keep it.  And you pushed all thoughts of kissing JJ out of your mind too; what you needed now was a friend, and JJ was your very best friend.  Kissing was not something best friends did.

After discarding the rest of your clothes you slipped into the dress, surprised at how light and airy the material was and the way it hugged your body.  You rejoined your mother in the living room and she zipped it up for you, stepping back to get a full view.

“Oh, sweetie,” she exclaimed, tears pricking at her eyes.  “You look beautiful.”

Your face beet red from embarrassment, you mustered a smile and turned once in the dress.  “It’s pretty, Mom,” you replied, saying it more to boost her ego than anything.

“Well, I have splendid taste,” she bragged, and you grit your teeth before disappearing back into your room to take the overly girly dress off.

The day could not go by quick enough, and after waiting for what felt like forever it was finally time to go to Kiara’s.  With your dress and makeup bag in tow, you said a quick goodbye to your mother before departing.  She made you promise to find her at the party so she could “introduce you to some friends”, which really just meant she wanted you to get in the good graces of some stuck-up Kook parents.

Getting ready at Kiara’s was just as much as fun as getting ready at Sarah’s last night.  You had good music to drown out any worries, and the three of you helped with makeup and jewelry as you awaited the guys’ arrival.

“Seriously, getting John B. to even try on dress clothes was nearly impossible,” Sarah pouted.  “I know I’m a Pogue now, but can you blame a girl for loving a little dress up?”

Kiara laughed, shaking her head.  “I just can’t imagine any of those guys in anything but ripped tank tops and board shorts.”

“Five bucks JJ shows up in just that,” you challenged, grinning in the small mirror in front of you as you swiped on some highlight.  Some subtle lip gloss, mascara, and highlight was all you decided to wear.  Kiara had woven flower crowns for the three of you and as you placed it atop your head, your transformation was complete.  You’d gone from full Pogue to full princess, with a crown to boot.  Scowling at your reflection, you stood up and fidgeted with the dress.

“I feel so stupid,” you admitted, wobbling slightly in the heels your mother had bought you.  

“Same here,” Kiara echoed, glaring down at her purple dress and smoothing the silky material over her waist.  Sarah looked like a goddess in her off-the-shoulder white dress, and smiled like she was Miss America or something.

“You both look beyond gorgeous, shut up,” she reprimanded.  “Pope and JJ are going to lose their minds.”

Biting your lip, you suppressed a smile.  Secretly you couldn’t wait to see what JJ thought of how you looked.  Would he hate it since it was so not your style?  Would he think Kiara or Sarah was way prettier and decide to flirt with them instead?  Nerves began twisting in your stomach as 6 o’clock grew closer and closer.

Finally it came, and in burst the trio of boys.  The suit that Sarah had chosen for John B. made him look slick, almost like James Bond.  His hair was just as wild as ever though, and she fretted over the brown locks as he kissed her freshly painted lips.

Pope looked suave as well, saying he had worn his special scholarship outfit.  Someone had already done his tie for him, because he was pulling at his neck and frowning.  Kiara straightened it for him and grinned, seeming to forget her annoyance at the party once Pope arrived.

JJ was the most disheveled of them all, but he managed to pull it off in the sexiest way.  A white button down was haphazardly tucked into black slacks, the sleeves pushed up his forearms.  A matching black vest was thrown over top, and what looked like a floral bow tie was hanging off of his neck, sloppily done by whoever attempted to tie it.  Despite the messiness of his appearance, he looked good.  His hair was pushed off his forehead and his hands were buried inside his pockets, almost like he was nervous.

Then his eyes landed on you, and his jaw practically hit the floor.  You blushed at his obvious ogling, feeling shy as he clearly checked you out.  You suddenly hoped the dress looked pretty and that your makeup wasn’t awful.  Under JJ’s gaze, you felt more vulnerable than ever.

“Wow” was all he managed to say, still stricken with disbelief.  “And I thought you looked hot in my hoodie.”

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, you smiled and took a few steps towards him.  Your hands went to the bow tie at his throat, and JJ instantly tensed at your close proximity.

“Someone really butchered this poor thing,” you told him, biting your lip as you attempted to retie it in an acceptable way.  JJ inhaled deeply, clearly trying to control himself as your fingers ghosted against his neck.

“Wanted to look good for you, babe,” he murmured into your ear, making heat spread out through your body.  Looking up at him through your lashes, you finished tying the bow and leaned back to examine your handiwork.

“You kind of look like a waiter,” you admitted, and JJ snorted.

“As if the Kooks would trust me with their precious sparkling cider,” he mocked.

You raised one eyebrow, folding your arms.  “You know, you look a lot like a Kook right now,” you chuckled, causing JJ to pretend to freak out and mess up his hair.  

“Never!  I am a Pogue for life,” he swore.  “Although, if being a Kook means I get to see you like this more often, sign me up.”

You looked down at your dress, cocking your head.  “Do I...look better like this?  Better than I do normally?”  For a second you worried that JJ liked you better all dolled up, and once you were natural and comfy again he wouldn’t find you pretty anymore.

Leaning against one forearm on the wall, JJ gave you a genuine smile.  “Of course not.  I love when you’re natural.”

Beaming at his praise, you laced your fingers through his and turned to the group.  “Are we ready to do this thing?” you voiced, feeling a little giddy about the party.  There was no way it wouldn’t be fun with this crowd.

Kiara straightened her flower crown and nodded.  “Ready.”

The party was in full swing when you all arrived.  Classical music drifted out of speakers mounted on the Island Club walls, and fancily dressed adults mingled with flutes of champagne in hand.  You spotted your mother attempting to infiltrate a large group of Kooks, and ducked out of view so she couldn’t see you.

Two familiar figures were striding by, and you scowled upon recognizing Topper and Rafe.  “Didn’t know we hired Pogues as the help,” Rafe mocked, giving JJ a sneering look.  “If I want a refill of my champagne, can I ask you to get it?”

You felt JJ brace beside you, and squeezed his hand slightly to calm him down.  He glanced over at you, and you gave him an encouraging smile.  JJ blowing up and hitting someone was not ideal, so you knew it was your job to keep his temper under control.

The Pogues dispersed as Sara dragged John B. to talk to some of her Kook friends and Kiara was roped into a large group with Pope by her side.  Now it was just you and JJ wandering through the party, and you felt extremely uncomfortable.  Kooks were giving you sidelong glances with steely, judgmental eyes.  They didn’t think you belonged there, and truthfully neither did you.  You weren’t one of them, and having JJ on your arm wasn’t helping your image either.  You weren’t ashamed of him, just very conscious of how it looked to be seen with someone like him.

“Look at that lady’s headpiece,” JJ hissed into your ear, pointing to a woman in a loud red dress and an even louder headpiece.  Sharp golden rods like spears shot out of a circle above her head, making her look like the demon sun or something.  You giggled into your hand, not wanting to alert anyone that you were making fun of guests.  JJ continued pointing out awfully dressed attendees, and you spent the next few minutes gaping at some truly dreadful outfits.

He managed to swipe some champagne and presented you with a glass.  Pretending to curtsy, you accepted the drink and downed it in one quick sip.  JJ whistled, copying your actions and draining his glass.

“Am I gonna have to carry you home again, Y/L/N?” he asked.  “Not that I’m opposed, of course.”

“Shut up,” you retorted.  “Champagne won’t get me drunk.  I don’t think.”

He snorted.  “Yeah sure, whatever you say lightweight.”  You socked his arm and he laughed as he tried to avoid the hits, grabbing your hand to stop you from smacking him.  Closing his fingers around yours, JJ led you through the crowd and onto the makeshift dance floor.  Other couples were slow dancing to the song on the speakers, and JJ placed his hands on your hips when you found a space of your own on the floor.

“Are we seriously slow dancing?” you questioned, looping your arms around his neck and laughing.  “This is so gross.”

“Just sway to the music, Y/N.  Let your body take over.”  He closed his eyes and gripped your waist, causing warmth to seep through the skin where he touched you.  Gazing up at JJ’s face, you imagined what would happen if you actually let your body take over right now.  

Apparently your body wanted to kiss him, because you naturally leaned in close until your lips almost brushed his.  JJ realized what you were doing and fluttered his eyes open, parting his lips to meet yours.  Just when you were about to connect, someone tapped your shoulder and shattered the moment.

Grimacing, you separated from JJ and turned to see your mother frowning at you.  “Y/N,” she scolded.  “You were supposed to find me!  I want you to meet people!”

Holding onto JJ for support, you bit your lip and shrugged.  “Can’t I just stay with my friends?”

“No, I got you into this party to mingle, so that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Sighing, you disconnected from JJ and cast him a rueful glance.  He gave you a sad smile, regret swimming in his ocean blue eyes.  You wished you could stay with him for the whole night, but your mother began dragging you away and towards a crowd of judgmental Kooks.

For the next half hour you were stuck pretending to engage in a conversation with the most boring people on the planet.  Everything those people said made you want to roll your eyes, but you resisted for your mother’s sake.  Rafe was part of the conversation, and his eyes never left your face the whole time.

After a while when the conversation dwindled, you saw Rafe gesture for you to follow him.  Begrudgingly, you complied.  Anywhere was better than that boring group.  He walked over to a quieter part of the party, where only a few people were around.

“So,” Rafe began, looking at you up and down.  “How are you enjoying the party?”

Your smile was pinched.  You didn’t know how to act around Rafe; making a Kook mad was never a good idea, but acting nice would take all of your effort.  You chose to be humorous, and answered, “It’s wonderful, I haven’t wanted to gouge my eyes out once.”

He gave an odd chuckle at this, making you shift on your feet.  “Midsummers is particularly horrifying because of all the...what do you even call those headpieces?” he wondered, and you chuckled when he pointed to the woman you and JJ had mocked earlier.

“She could probably kill someone with that,” you stated, feeling a little awkward joking around with Rafe.  He definitely wasn’t the kind of guy you’d choose to hang around, but getting on his bad side would only make your life harder.  It was best to play along with him until he got bored and left.

Rafe looked at you closely, and you smiled to ease some of the tension you felt.  “You know, you’re pretty funny.”  You blushed at his compliment, and he continued.  “I always thought you were too good for those Pogues you hang out with,” 

“Your sister is one of those Pogues,” you pointed out, trying to joke about it.

His expression turned sour at the mention of Sarah.  “My sister is a lost cause ever since John B. manipulated her into loving him.”

You blinked, surprised at the malice in his tone.  Your smile faltered a little but you made sure to keep it up in fear of upsetting him.  When you stayed quiet, Rafe crossed his arms and smirked.  “You on the other hand have potential.”

“Potential?” you asked innocently, and something about your light tone pleased Rafe as he stepped closer to you.

“I think there’s still time to save you from the dark side,” he said lowly, suddenly raising a hand to rest on your cheek.  Before you knew what was happening, he had leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.  You were so shocked you didn’t move at first, merely held your mouth against his as he tried to deepen the kiss.  Lifting a hand to his arm, you tried to push him off but he was stronger than you.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmured against your mouth, grabbing the small of your back to bring you closer to him.  Gagging, you used your other hand to push at his chest until you could tear your mouth away, breathing shakily as you separated.

As you stared incredulously up at Rafe, you spotted a familiar figure a few meters behind him.  JJ stood completely still, his expression full of shock and hurt.  Reacting immediately, you shoved Rafe off and stumbled over to him, grabbing onto JJ’s arm as you stuttered out an explanation.

“He just kissed me, I don’t--”

“It didn’t look like you were trying to stop it,” he snapped, voice cold all of a sudden.  Your eyes widened, watering at his harsh tone.

“I-I swear, I didn’t want to be talking to him, he approached me!”

“So why did I see you smiling and laughing at every word he fucking said?” JJ countered, eyes glinting with fury.  “If you wanted to mack on a Kook, you should’ve just told me.”

Your jaw dropped, and suddenly it became hard to breathe.  “JJ, I...”

“Forget it,” he muttered, pushing his hair out of his face in aggravation.  “If you wanna mack on a Kook, then so can I.”  With this, he stalked away from you and towards a cluster of pretty rich girls.  They burst into giggles when he approached them, probably excited to live out a bad-boy fantasy.  JJ was a natural charmer, and within minutes he had a particularly pretty brunette attached to him.

All of the breath was knocked out of you, and it was hard to stand up.  You didn’t know what hurt more; JJ’s refusal to believe you, his best friend, or how quickly he sidled up to that brunette Kook and was already giving her the eyes he saved for just you.  You felt sick to your stomach, and gripped your arms tightly as you wove through the throng of party-goers, desperate to find another one of your friends.

John B.’s signature tousled hair was spotted standing alone towards the edge of the crowd, sipping champagne and regarding the guests with a disgusted look on his face.  You followed his gaze and saw he was watching Sarah who was chatting up a storm with half a dozen Kook girls that giggled so loudly you could hear them across the room.

“Hey, Y/N,” John B. sighed once you approached.  “I know I’m a terrible boyfriend and should be with Sarah but...I swear to God, I can’t listen to those girls right now.”  He looked to you for approval, almost as if you would’ve disapproved.  But then he caught on to your pained expression, and immediately changed disposition.  “What happened?  Why are you crying?”

You hadn’t realized there were tears staining your cheeks, and as you went to wipe them away a choked sob escaped your lips.  “It’s JJ,” you started, bottom lip trembling as more tears threatened to come.  “He saw Rafe kiss me a-and got mad because he thought I liked it, and then h-he left to go flirt with some stupid Kook girl.”  The words were barely audible over the sound of your crying, but John B. understood you perfectly.

“Wait--Rafe kissed you?  Against your will?”  Anger had seeped into his tone, and you briefly recalled how passionately John B. reacted when his friends were in trouble.

“I-I don’t know, we were talking and I didn’t want to make him angry so I pretended to smile and laugh a-and he just kissed me.  I swear I tried to push him off, but he was so strong it probably looked like I wasn’t trying at all.”  You pressed your fists to your forehead, frustrated with yourself.  “JJ didn’t even listen to me.”

John B.’s face was grave, and he peered around the club trying to spot JJ.  Sure enough, you could both see him clear as day: he had his hands around the brunette, leaning close to her ear and whispering something that caused her to giggle.  Their closeness made you want to throw up, and you forced yourself to look away.

“Rafe is an asshole, and I swear the next time I see him I’ll make him regret ever even speaking to you,” John B. vowed, his serious tone making you laugh morosely.  All you could do was nod as you imagined JJ and that Kook getting closer and closer, maybe even falling in love.  You had to admit, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.  JJ might have said he despised the Kooks, but you knew there was a part of him that was crazy jealous.  He had to scrape by just to live, and with an abusive father thrown on top of it.  If that Kook girl could offer him a safe life of luxury, you knew he’d jump at the chance.

You also knew you could never give him what he needed.  You couldn’t protect him from his father; you could barely sustain a tolerable relationship with your mother.  And as for giving him a better life, you didn’t have that kind of money or resources.  You were the outsider, the painfully average girl that was just lucky enough to become friends with the Pogues.  JJ deserved better than you, and it was time you admit this.

“It’s okay,” you finally declared, half for John B. and half for yourself.  “JJ can do whatever he wants.  He’s not mine.”  This last part was said quietly, and you didn’t even know if John B. heard.  He’s not yours.  It was the cruel truth; as much as your feelings for JJ had grown recently, and as much as you wanted him to just kiss you already, you knew he wasn’t yours to have.  And at this rate, he never would be.

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Not According To Plan [J.P.]

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“No... Oh, God, no.”

Your breath shudders, your hands begin to shake as you stare at the two red lines. This can’t be right. Pregnant? “How?” You cry, unable to stop the tremour in your voice as you shake your head. You’ve always been safe and you take birth control pills just in case--

Lips parting, your eyes widen. Dropping the pregnancy test without a seconds hesitation, you reach above the bathroom sink, grabbing the small basket scattered among other things on the shelf. You search through the many medicine and pills thrown unceremoniously into the basket until you settle upon what you’re looking for; condoms.

This is where Jesse always kept them. And you remember how many he had, because you’d bought them. The pack came with twenty, but you’d bought them over a few months ago. In the midst of your panic, you try to remember, best you can, how many times you and Jesse have had sex in the past two months. You weren’t exact, but, there was a condom missing.

And not to mention, you haven’t been taking your birth control pills...

Turning, feeling your body grow weak and numb, you sink down to your knees, leaning against the counter as your head falls into your hands. It’s not that you don’t want kids, or that you never do. In fact, you would love to have kids and especially Jesse’s. But, you weren’t ready. At least, not yet. You still haven’t figured out what you want to do with your life and...

And, you didn’t know about Jesse. How would he feel about all of this? Does he even want kids?

You two had only recently started becoming more serious. And even then, not for that long; a month or so. You’d been having sex way beforehand, sure, but, not in that way. At least, not until recently. You guys weren’t committed like that; at least to your knowledge. Jesse could easily just leave and feel no ounce of regret. Not that you expected him to, but, situations like these made people act irrationally.

“Jesus,” you whisper, “what am I gonna do...”

A sudden knock pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to jump. You let out a gasp, turning your head over your shoulder as your brows furrow. You were expecting no company and you certainly weren’t up to entertaining any one at the moment. For a split second, you consider ignoring the knock, pretending you’re not home, until a familiar voice calls out; “Y/N? Yo, it’s me. Jesse.”

“Fuck,” you curse, pushing yourself up to your feet. With haste, you push yourself up to your feet, moving towards your door before you pause. The pregnancy test. Hissing, you grab it, hesitating a moment. Tossing it into the trash can would be too obvious, since you’d just dumped it out. But another knock at your front door reminds you you don’t have much time, so, tossing it into the bin, you grab a handful of toilet paper, dropping it in after.

That should be good enough.

You reach your door just as Jesse moves to knock again, causing him to pause before his eyes fall on you and a warm smile erupts onto his lips. However, it soon fades when he gets a good look at you. “Hey,” he calls out softly, moving to step inside, eyes never wavering from your own. “You don’t look so good.”

“No, no,” you breathe out, shutting and locking the door behind him, before brushing back some of your hair out of your face. “I’m okay.”

You turn to face Jesse, but he’s still frown down at you, shoulders falling with deep concern. He takes a step forward, letting his fingers gently fall on your cheek, before cupping your chin gently and leaning close. “You sure?” He asks, voice considerably quiet.

With a nervous, but you hope believable, chuckle, you teasingly swat Jesse’s hand away. “I’m fine, weirdo,” you laugh, moving over to your couch. “So, I thought you were busy today?”

“Plans got cancelled,” he shrugs, falling down next to you. Without hesitation, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you fall next to him with ease. Even if your worries still nag at the back of your mind, just being near Jesse is enough to calm your nerves. At least a little. “Figured i’d come see my favourite girl.”

“Oh, hush,” you roll your head, moving to grab the remote. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

A few hours later, the two of you having moved to some sort of racing game, Jesse suddenly pauses the game, causing your eyes to fall on the back of him as he stands up. “Gotta pee,” he says simply, making his way towards your bathroom. You brush it off with no concern, your earlier concerns having slipped to the back of your mind.

It isn’t, in fact, until Jesse walks out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test in hand a few moments later, do you realize your mistake.

You innocently move to glance up at him as he walks back, expecting him to fall back into his spot next to you, until you see what’s in his hand and the change of his expression. His care free nature is all but gone and there’s a sort of dumbfounded expression on his face as he flickers his gaze from the test, to you. Where he looks at you questioningly. 

“Jesse...--”

“This yours?”

Swallowing thickly, you bite your bottom lip. There was no point lying. “Yeah,” you say quietly, feeling your head sink. “It’s mine.”

“You took this today?” You nod. “And it means...?” He doesn’t need an answer to his question, but still, you nod once again.

Jesse doesn’t say anything for a moment, but it feels like eternity to you. Like your entire being is caving in on itself and you just can’t handle it. If Jesse wants to break it off, then you need to know because you can’t handle the debating any longer. Besides, it’s not like you needed to gain the courage to tell him anymore; he already knew.

“I’d understand if you...” With a shaking breath, you inhale deeply, bracing yourself. “If you wanna break up. I’ll be okay, i’ll figure something out. And there’s one thing I know, I wanna keep the baby. I’ll figure out the money and everything and honestly, Jesse, we’re so young so I totally understand if--”

“Woah, woah,” Jesse cuts off, your eyes snapping to his as he shakes his head, disbelief written on his face. “Are you offering me an out?”

Pausing, you frown. “Well, yeah...”

“Why?”

“Because I thought you wouldn’t want to--”

“It’s mine, though?”

“Of course,” you say without hesitation. “Of course, Jesse. There’s no one else but you, Jesse.”

Jesse nods, and once again, stifling silence fills the air as you wait for his answer, terrified at what it’ll be. Then, suddenly Jesse rushes forward, falling to his knees before you and taking your hand into his own, stunning you. Your lips part, staring down at him in wonder. “I’m not going anywhere,” he finally says, no ounce of doubt in his voice. “I’ll help you raise our baby. Doesn’t matter to me if we’re too young, there’s no way I could ever leave you.”

Your shoulders fall, body easing. You don’t know what to say. You knew Jesse was sweet and he possibly had the biggest heart of anyone you knew, but, you didn’t think... couldn’t even imagine him being this supportive. This understanding. You’d been so sick with worry that you’d overthought everything. And for no reason.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Blinking, you meet his gaze. He seems to realize what he said and shaking his head, he lets out a nervous smile; “I’ve loved you since I first met you. And, if you’ll let me, I want to be there for you.”

“Of course,” you say quietly, your own smile curving onto your lips. “Of course I want you to be there with me.”

Jesse presses a kiss against your knuckle, eyes remaining on your own the entire time. The kiss sends flutters through your entire self and in that moment, you realize, there’s no one you’d rather have a baby with than Jesse.

-

“Mr. White--”

“We are so close, so close, to finishing what we started. And what? You just want to give it all up?”

“Y/N is pregnant, Mr. White,” Jesse mumbles, brows furrowing in absolute disbelief. He can’t believe what he is hearing from the man he looked up to. He thought, if anyone would understand, it’d be him. Since he’d started all of this for his family in the first place. “I have enough money that will sustain us for a while, and then i’ll find a job and, well, yeah. I mean, I can’t keep cooking with a baby around, yo. That’s just not safe.”

Walter scoffs, rubbing his hands across his face tiredly before shaking his head. “You’ll get a job? You?” Jesse’s head jerks back at the obvious insult, lips parting. 

“Yeah,” Jesse whispers, “I... I have to. For Y/N.”

Walter takes a step forward, grabbing Jesse firmly by the shoulders. He leans close, leaving Jesse no choice but to focus solely on him. “I do this for my family. So my family has enough money to live a comfortable life. More than a comfortable life. Don’t you want the same for your own, Jesse?”

“Yeah, but, I don’t have... cancer, Mr. White.” Jesse ignores the look of shock on Walter’s face, trying to stay strong. “I mean, it might be hard, but I can get a job. I can live a normal life. I don’t need to cook meth for Y/N to be happy and sustained.”

Huffing, Walter steps back. “You’ll see. You’ll come to understand my way of thinking, Jesse. And when you do, i’ll be here.”

Inching towards the door, Jesse’s lips part. “I’m not coming back, Mr. White.”

Without hesitation, Walter shakes his head; “you will. I know you will.”

And there’s something about the look in his eyes, something that just screams danger to Jesse. It feels him with doubt and hesitation and he almost, almost, doesn’t walk out. Tempted to just give in. He would be dangerous, but Mr. White had a point; you and your baby would be sustained and happy for life. And Jesse’s been keeping it a secret from you for this long that he can continue to.

But then, he imagines his child, boy or girl, ever finding out what he did; the absolute disgust and fear that they would feel... and that gives him the encouragement to walk out.

Not knowing what that meant.

-

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x17: Stand (Up) And Deliver.

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Chapter Summary: Tensions run high when Brandon decides to run for class president.

Warnings: It’s like 90% angst this week. Everyone’s a jerk at some point in this. Brandon’s a jerk. You’re a jerk. Kelly’s a jerk. Just be prepared haha. There might be a swear word in there somewhere. If any of you find something that should be tagged in the warnings, let me know! 

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“Brandon, wait up!” You swerve around the clumps of people in the hall to catch up to him, “I’ve got a proposition.”

“Yeah? Your desk or mine?” He wraps his left arm around you, hand warm against your waist as he pulls you close.

 "Well, actually, Andrea has a proposition for you. I’m just the messenger,“ You slip a paper out of the folder in your hands and pass it to him. His head cocks, looking back at you peculiarly.

 “‘Run for office?’ Y/N/N… no one even knows me here.” 

“That’s what makes this so perfect, no one knows you enough to hate you or anything! Look, this is a good idea because from what Andrea told me, the rest of the candidates are a bunch of popular airheads. And with your Kennedy hair and actual set of morals, you’d be a total shoo-in! At least think about it, okay?” He pecks the top of your head, fiddling with the paper in his hand. 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

-

“Yo, politicos! Last-minute dark horse entry into the class presidential elections!” One minor downfall to Brandon’s entry— David Silver. You forgot he was documenting the entire thing and you didn’t find out about it until he was there sticking a camera in your face and asking you what made Brandon such a ‘suitable candidate.’ You might just lose your mind. “Brandon Walsh, the new kid on the West Beverly block.”

“The sister is always the last to know,” Brenda grumbles, leaning back into the lockers as she watches her brother get relentlessly hounded by a few bulky cameras. 

“He kind of looks like a politician,” Kelly shrugs, “He’s got that Kennedy hair.” Kelly watches as well, though she’s much more interested than the candidate’s sister. Brandon turns down the hall and out of sight, the group of cameras following his every move. She bites her lip amorously. “It’s like a magnet.” 

“What?” 

“Power,” she smirks, a devilish glint in her eye. 

Brenda shoots her a warning glare, “Kelly, don’t.”

-

“What great news!” Mrs. Walsh gushes, “You know, we’ve always felt bad about moving here and screwing up your plans to run back home.” 

“Do you think you can pull it off?” Jim questions, sipping his afternoon coffee. 

“Oh! Definitely,” Donna makes her presence known at the entrance of the kitchen, with Kelly not too far behind and… suddenly you feel the urge to leave. Immediately. “The other guy’s a nobody too. No offense.” 

 “I’ve never been friends with a candidate before!” Kelly smiles, rounding the table to go over to Brandon, while you’re off by the kitchen counter with the other twin. 

“Friends with a candidate’s sister,” Brenda corrects. 

“Uh, right,” She nods,  “I’ve never even voted.” She sets her hand on him, her fingertips gently grazing his shoulder. 

Brandon clears his throat, shrugging her hand off of him and moving over to the counter, “Well, you gotta get involved, Kel. It’s important to try to change things.” 

“Oh, I plan to.” 

“Kelly!” Brenda urges. Once she realizes everyone’s eyes are on her, she readjusts herself. “Uh, didn’t you want to um, borrow one of my jackets? Because I have it upstairs if you want to come get it.” Huh. That was… weird. 

-

It’s the next morning, and you’re sitting there at the kitchen table with the Walshes, making button after button after button. It honestly felt like your hands were gonna fall off at this point. The things you do for that boy. 

“So there I was, listening to Donna being heckled and instantly I knew what to do!” Brenda grins, reminiscing about the previous night at The Fall Out. 

“That’s great, honey,” Jim smiles absentmindedly, “Would you pass me that glue, please?” 

“Bren, that’s incredible! You’ll have to drag me along next time, I so want to see that in action.” You’re the only one to actually acknowledge her as you help Cindy glue down something onto one of one thousand campaign buttons. Ugh, you could feel the blisters forming. 

“Definitely! Performance-oriented coffee houses are really happening, I mean, I really felt like a part of it!” 

“Right… Is this button crooked?” Cindy asks, holding it up to her chest to get a second opinion. 

“It’s fine, mom.” Brenda sighs, scooting her chair out from under her. She stands up with a silent huff and stomps to the foyer to greet whoever came to the door a few minutes prior. You know what you’re doing is for Brandon, but you can’t help but think about how Brenda’s holding up throughout all of this. I mean, her parents barely even acknowledge her existence at this point. 

“Well, I was up all night from that toxic cappuccino, thinking about what you said about getting involved…” Kelly’s purring at Brandon in the foyer while Donna stands idly by. “Brandon, I can help you win. I know everyone.” 

“Or how to glom onto everyone,” Donna mutters. 

“And that’s exactly what you need.” Kelly bargains. 

Brenda stalks over to the group, eyeing the persistent girl suspiciously. 

“Kelly, whenever political stuff comes on you switch to MTV,” She raises her eyebrows in disbelief as she objects. She isn’t gonna let Kelly sink her claws into her brother. Not on her watch.

“Look, help from anyone would be appreciated,” Brandon smiles politely, stepping back into the doorway as Kelly tries to bound closer. 

“Help doing what?” Andrea swoops in from behind Brandon and waltzes in through the open door, arms full of rolled up campaign posters. 

“I’m going to run Brandon’s campaign!” Kelly grins. 

“Kelly, he already has someone running his campaign,” Andrea reminds her.

“Yeah, I think Y/N already has it covered,” Brenda jumps in, nodding eagerly. 

“Well, isn’t there enough room for the both of us?” Kelly asks, hitching an eyebrow up. She folds her arms over her chest and starts at the candidate. 

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea, Kel,” Brandon agrees. 

“Oh, come on! You can never have too much help. It’ll be fun.”

-

“Here, I got some cute politician photos,” Kelly offers. Oh yeah. Kelly being here was a real help. “Try to model yourself after these guys, okay?”

“Well, I can see you’ve been busy,” You comment, peering over her shoulder to look at the pictures she prepared. “Gary Hart never even made it to the nominations, Kelly. Besides, what we need to be focusing on are the actual issues. Not if Brandon looks cute enough.” You go and sit back down at Brandon’s desk. 

“Yeah!” Brandon agrees enthusiastically, “See, I had this idea that we could feed the homeless people with all the surplus food they throw out of the cafeteria.” 

“That’s perfect!” You smile approvingly, tapping your fingers against the wooden desk. “And that’s why you’re going to win— you actually use your brain instead of just your face.” 

“Wait!” Kelly cautions, “We have to hit people with what they want for themselves.” 

“Hey,” you hear Brenda’s voice come from the conjoined bathroom, “Big news— I’ve got my own campaign going— to leave school.” 

“Brenda, that is a great idea!” Kelly exclaims, “Yeah, we’ll tell them they can leave school for lunch!” Oh dear.

Brenda stomps back into her room without hesitation and slams the door behind her. You sigh, lifting yourself from the seat. 

“Be right back, B,” you trail after your best friend into her bedroom, sitting beside her on her bed. “You’re serious about quitting school?”

“Yeah, I am serious, actually.” 

“Hey, y’know, in some cases, getting your equivalency could actually be more beneficial. Just because it’s not right for other people doesn’t mean it can’t be right for you.” Well… you didn’t think it was a great idea, but you weren’t about to tell her that. The last thing she needs right now is for another person to dismiss her. And hey, if anyone can pull it off, it’s probably her. 

“Tell my parents that,” she snickers, eyes rolling.

-

You can’t believe you’re even thinking this… but you are so sick of Brandon’s face. You can’t turn down a hall without seeing his picture, seeing his face staring right at you. “Brandon Walsh for CLASS PRESIDENT.”  It was mocking you at this point. And you know, you know, it was partly your idea. But it was mostly Andrea’s. And the idea was to work on the campaign with him as a team. A small two-person team. Maybe even three with Andrea. But not Kelly. Anyone but Kelly. 

You’re sitting with Brenda at  Fall Out and it feels good— getting out of school, out of your house, out of Casa Walsh. Not to mention the great coffee. 

“Rumor has it that some things you learn with Jack you never wanna unlearn,” Sky, the spunky redheaded barista whispers. 

“Are you two…” Brenda trails off, both hands wrapped around her warm coffee mug. 

“No way,” she giggles, “Even good sex ruins a good friendship.” The guy you had met earlier, Jack, treads over, plopping himself down on the empty seat at the table. “Listen, Jack, I really hate to ask you this, believe me… but it’s family crisis time again, I’ve gotta go up to Modesto.” 

“Forget it,” he scoffs,  “every time I house-sit for you we wind up in a fight. It’s always ‘you didn’t water the plants’ or  ‘you forgot to feed the guppy.’”

“Hey, you know, if you need a house sitter I might have a candidate,” Brenda smirks.

-

You watch, horrified as Brandon’s campaign video plays across the Walshes tv screen. It’s self-indulgent superficial nothingness as clip after clip of Brandon being cute and literally nothing else is displayed. This had to be the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen. No selling points, no talk about anything he’s looking to improve, not even a lousy bribe. Wonderful. Very smart move letting Kelly put this together. And it’s only getting better as it freeze frames, with David’s voice-over pulling through. 

“Bran the man! And he can deliver.”  You had to fight off every urge you had to laugh out loud. I mean… come on. Come. On! Bran the man? Way to go, Kel. 

“Bran the man?” Brandon’s just as confused as you are, mouth agape. You have to take a deep breath to suffocate the laugh that’s trying to claw its way up before you speak. And behind that laughter, there was just a little bit of anger. Juuust a little bit.

“Now, okay. As incredible as that was, Kelly, and I mean incredible— you told us… nothing.” 

“That’s the beauty of it! He doesn’t have to say anything.” 

“That’s not a good thing! He could be trying to reinstate nazis or the KKK into West Beverly and we’d have no idea. Brandon, you can’t possibly think this is a good idea!” You protest, eyes wide. 

“Hey, we all want to win, Y/N/N.” Okay. Make that a lot of anger. He was actually going to let that flaming piece of self-indulgent garbage be his campaign video? 

“Well, if this is your way of winning… I think there’s a part of me that actually wants you to lose. I’m out.“ You shove on your jacket, jumping up from your seat and start to foot it out the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

You shrug carelessly, “I don’t know. Might grab some pie, might rent a movie, maybe a pizza. We’ll see.” You make it out before he can get another word in, the slamming of the door the only sound in the house now. Hah. Bran the Man. Unbelievable. 

“I can’t believe it,” Brandon mumbles, “she totally just deserted me.” 

“Well…” Kelly begins, “I’m still here, Brandon.” He lets out a gravelly sigh, shaking his head as he paces over to the bookshelves. 

“I don’t know. I think she’s right. The whole thing might be a little vain.” 

“Listen, Brandon,” she stalks over to him, voice lowering, “If you really want something… you have to go after it. Hard. Any means necessary.” 

That’s when it clicks for him. Had Kelly had been coming onto him this entire time? He looks down at his feet, chuckling sheepishly, a hint of bitterness peaking through. 

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

 Kelly shakes her head, approaching closer and letting her arms snake around his neck. 

“I wouldn’t say so.” 

“Kelly,” he grabs her wrists and removes them from around him, setting them back at her sides.

“C’mon, no one has to find out,” she purrs, attempting to return to the previous position. 

This time, he’s not so gentle, practically flinging her arms off of him. “What’s your problem? She’s technically not even your girlfriend!" 

“But she’s not not my girlfriend. Just because we haven’t sat and talked and said ‘we’re dating’ doesn’t mean it changes our relationship. I love her, Kelly. And there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about that." 

“But—“ 

 “Let me rephrase this so you understand,” he continues, only speaking fractionally slower. Taunting her. “I’m not going to do this to Y/N. And I’m not gonna self-sabotage after one argument. I don’t know if I’ve been sending off the wrong signals or something— but I have no interest in you romantically. I agreed to let you help so I could get extra help on the campaign. Not so I could see your clumsy, evil attempt at trying to seduce me out of the relationship with the girl I love.” He clears his throat, “Now… Are we clear?”

Kelly exhales in defeat, eyes lightly lined with tears of embarrassment. “Crystal.” 

-

“This place is so cool!” You cheer as you enter through the front door of Sky’s apartment, cheese pizza in hand. 

“I know, right?!” Brenda beams, “I can’t believe I actually convinced my parents to let me stay here for a few days. Then again, maybe they’ve been so focused on Brandon that it slipped right by them.” 

“No way! Parents worship the ground their children walk on, they just never admit it,” you convince, throwing your jacket on the couch.

“That’s probably true,” Brenda laughs, “how’d you convince your parents?”

“I didn’t, Eric did. I swear that kid could talk his way out of a paper bag,” You set the pizza down on the coffee table, kicking your feet up. “So, our first order of business. What are we watching? Dirty Dancing or Risky Business?”

-

You sigh as you and Brenda watch her brother chat up a random jock. Tom or Todd or Mark or something. 

“Brandon hates that jerk,” She notices. Andrea joins you at your other side, scoffing.

“Yeah, well, jerks are voters too,” she adds. 

“I just can’t believe he let himself get manipulated this way!” Brenda might not be able to, but you sure can. 

“Major integrity loss,” Andrea laments. 

“And here comes Svengali,” you fawn sarcastically as Kelly struts her way over, nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“Brenda, how can you wear that costume?”

“Well, Kelly, you put one arm through one sleeve and one through the other,” Brenda taunts back. You’d think with the number of costumes Kelly wears that she’d be a pro by now. 

“First of all, Hippie Witch is out,” She hisses.

“It’s not hippie witch. It’s twin peaks and it’s very in, but that doesn’t matter.”

“What does matter is that it’ll hurt Brandon,” Kelly barks back. Yeah. Like she’s ever cared about Brandon.

“Just till elections, kay, Bren?” You don’t even notice Brandon until he’s there, directly in front of you. He’s like a pop-up book from hell, “so, are you guys coming to the campaign party at Donna’s?”

“As much as we’d love to, we have to stay and house sit for Sky,” you shrug.

“Sounds thrilling,” Kelly comments. 

“Well, Kelly, one day when you’re finally grown up enough to be on your own, maybe you’ll understand having responsibilities beyond finding the best shoes to match your outfit,” you snap. 

-

“Can’t you at least leave the chair?!” You call after the man that’s been carrying out Sky’s possessions for the last twenty minutes, but your voice is raw and it’s all in vain as he carries out the last of it. “There’s nothing left!” 

“Uh, you’re something,” Oh. Jack. Or was it Mark?

“They took everything,”  You bellow, “I mean, I could’ve tried to fight them to the death for it but I’m not sure that would have done any good. The repo man knows no bounds, apparently.” 

“I know, I saw ‘em cruise by. It’s pretty awful. But hey, at least it’s only things. We’ve got what’s important. You… me, Shakespeare the fish, and some Franco-American spaghetti.” He strides into the apartment and over to the oven, to which you follow. He holds his lighter up to it, but to no avail. You jump as there’s a knock at the door. You bounce over, figuring it’s Brenda. And… well, it is. And then some. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, Jack not far behind you. 

“Y/N/N, I’m sorry, I tried to get them to go somewhere else but they wouldn’t listen,” Brenda apologizes genuinely as the group of people push their way in, “Hey, Jack.”

“So this is the fish you’re feeding while the cat’s away, huh? Classy,” Kelly smirks. Crowd after crowd file their way into the apartment every time you believe they’re about to stop. “Where’s the food?”

“Well, I’m sorry, Kelly, but if I knew you were coming I would’ve stocked the place for you!” You retort, eyes narrowing. 

“I tried calling but the phone was disconnected,” she responds and sashays over to the fridge. 

“I’m here at the Walsh campaign party,” oh god. You’d know that voice anywhere. The joyous David Silver. “It’s sort of a standup event, everyone seems to be having a great time!” David speaks professionally to the camera as he walks through the front door and into the bare living room. You give a quick wave to Scott, who’s holding the camera as David continues to lay it on thick. “And here’s the candidate’s sister! The hostess with the mostest!” Brenda storms right up to David, ripping the microphone from his hand. 

“Get out!” The room goes silent as all heads are turned to her as Jack calmly grabs the mic. 

“Uh, friends. Yeomen. Country club men. Lend me those pierced ears. Listen up, how many of you really know what this candidate stands for?” Brenda slowly approaches Brandon, who was in the middle of chatting up potential voters. 

“Do you even know anymore, Brandon? I mean, you’ve sorta turned into this processed candidate, haven’t you? Leaving any real help, any honest shot of winning behind.” 

“David!” Kelly practically catapults herself across the room, grabbing David by the arm, “Why don’t we turn on the video, okay?” Damage control, you presumed. David moves to plug the tv in, but as soon as it goes into the outlet— darkness. And not the metaphorical deep kind of darkness, but literal darkness. The power goes out. 

-

“No manager is listed! What do I do, ring all the bells?” You lament as you turn around to go back into the apartment, met by Steve at the doorway. 

He mumbles as he breezes past you, “Low-rent city, Y/N/N.”

“You’re welcome, Steve!”

“Hey, where’s the fuse box?” Oh joy, the candidate himself. 

“No clue.” 

“No offense, but you really have the apartment from hell!” Kelly snickers. And that’s your finishing touch, tonight. Between the power going out, everything getting repossessed, and Brandon and Kelly the power couple from hell, you can’t take it anymore. 

“You know, you guys just showed up!” You start, arms folded, “You just burst in, not even thinking that Brenda and I might have a life, just assuming that it would be fine to invite yourself to someone else’s apartment!” 

“Y’know, you could’ve been a little more supportive and offered the apartment,” Brandon jeers. 

“Supportive?! Give me a break! What about you, Brandon?! You’ve been so vain and self-absorbed these past two weeks that I’m not even sure you’re the same guy anymore!” You snarl out, and you can almost guarantee that all the neighbors are now privy to the drama, but at the moment you really don’t care. You try to stop the words but the more they flow out the harder they are to stop. You can feel the burning in your eyes as they well up, “and you, Kelly!” You can hear the disgust rolling off your tongue as you say her name, “You just hate when anyone besides yourself gets attention, so you decide to console yourself on Brandon! Why can’t you go for any of the millions of guys in Beverly Hills, why do you have to always go straight for your friend’s boyfriends?!” 

You pause for a moment and inhale deeply, “Look. You guys have had no problem passing me right by, so why don’t you both just keep on going and leave me the hell alone?” 

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t do this now!” He whips you back around, his grasp firm but gentle enough that if you wanted to keep walking, you could. You look him dead in the eye as your voice softens.

“I’m sorry, it bad timing for your campaign?” 

Brandon sighs, and when the light catches his eye you can see he’s just as thrilled with this fight as you are, tears delicately rimming the edges. He releases his grip on your arm. Taking your hand in his instead, apologetically, he drops his voice down to match yours. 

“I gotta go now. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“I don’t even think I want to vote. But hey, you know what, Brandon? Congratulations. You might really have what it takes to be a politician.”

-

“Mr. Walsh, your proposals please.” 

“Uh, my first order of business will be to get rock bands every Friday at lunch.” The room breaks out in an erupting cheer as you and Brenda watch amusedly off to the side. You look down at the “Walsh for Class President” button in your hand, fidgeting with the metal clasp between your fingers as a brief chant of “Walsh! Walsh! Walsh!” starts. God, he had them eating out of his fingers at this point. 

His opponent, Michael Miller, leans into the mic. His voice rings throughout the room skeptically as the cheers settle, “How do you plan to implement this?”

“Well, Uh…” He swallows, “Contact the bands.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that. There are releases and— and permits and insurance. When I was assistant activities committee chairman—“that doesn’t sound like a real title but whatever“—I brought in bands for the prom. Are you aware of all the red tape involved?” 

“Uh…” Come on, Brandon. Say something. “No.” Uh-oh. “But you are. And that’s just one of about fifty reasons why you’re more qualified to be president than I am.” 

Your hear Kelly’s enraged whispers from behind you, “What the hell is he doing?” As you smile down at your hands you know exactly what he was doing. He was being Brandon. 

“And you certainly run a more honorable campaign. During the two weeks of total campaign madness, I set out to be an honest reputable candidate. I ended up with a vague campaign and I seriously hurt the people I love along the way. Not only that, but I’m nowhere near as experienced you as you are. And that’s the reason why I’m throwing my support to you… Mr. President.” Unanimous frustration spreads across the room, groans and everyone else’s aggravated yells sounding out. But you? You’re trying to keep your grin down. 

-

"Hey, B.” You approach him in the hallway as he skids to a stop, letting Steve wander off with Donna and Kelly.

“Oh, hey. You want to talk?" 

"I think we better,” you pause, “I can’t believe you dropped out… I mean, Steve was gonna stuff the ballot box for you and everything. He’s a real friend, that Steve.”

"I’m sorry." 

"Wait– why?" 

"You were right. I was self-absorbed. I got so wrapped up in trying to win any way that I could that in the long run all it did was push you away. I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry too,” you sigh, “as soon as things didn’t go as I planned I ran off. I think it’s safe to say we both did our share of messing up this week." 

"Me a little more so than you, but yeah. I’d say so,"  he nods in agreement. As you peer to the nearest wall, you’re met with yet another Brandon Walsh poster. You smile deviously, yanking a sharpie out of your purse. You raise the marker to the poster and begin to sketch a goatee onto his black and white face with the real one off to your side, chuckling at your immaturity. You hand the sharpie off to him so he can continue to defile his own face. "Remind me to thank Andrea for this experience, will you?" 

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Connor X Fem-Reader – Do You Dream? Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Isn’t It Awkward?

A/N – I’m really into this rn, but I promise I’ll try and write something different soon.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

‘Step up and ask her out,’ Hank had said so matter-of-factly, but as Connor sat in the restaurant awaiting your arrival, he cursed himself for how he’d gone about it. Afraid that you’d suddenly be snapped up, Connor had acted immediately and decided to ask you out on his and your shared day off. In retrospect, it might have been better to ask you out a few days prior, but he was afraid that with too much time to think you might talk yourself out of it, so he’d opted to bite the bullet and do it today.

Despite his nerves, he’d compartmentalised the entire thing, planning everything he thought you’d enjoy that were in line with social customs. First, he’d spent a good amount of money on a flattering navy-blue three-piece suit that he’d seen you admire once in a shop window. After that, he researched Detroit’s restaurants, choosing one that was classy and served your favourite foods. When he arrived at the restaurant, he bribed the host for the corner table, which his research indicated to be the most romantic. Everything was perfect except one thing; in all his haste, he’d forgotten to invite you.

Connor held his face in his hands tiredly, dragging them upwards to his hair, mussing it slightly though it quickly went back into place. In his head, he kept replaying the call he’d made to you about half an hour ago when he realised his mistake. Did he really shout? What were you going to think when you got the voicemail?

“(Y/N), IT’S CONNOR. YOU’VE GOT TO GET EAST SIDE TO THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT IMMEDIATELY! IT’S IMPORTANT!” Then he’d hung up, RA9, he’d hung up! Could things have gone any worse?

One of the perks of being an android was that Connor never forgot anything, but apparently even the most flawless memory could be affected by sheer nerves. Why was the prospect of dating you so different to being your best friend? As your friend, Connor was witty, charming, and playful. As a date, if he could call himself that, he was awkward and forgetful.

“Connor!” You called, gulping in a breath of air immediately afterwards, “Jeez, I- I got- God I’m unfit-” You held up a finger, indicating you needed a minute to recover.

It gave Connor all the time he needed to analyse your attire. If his suspicions were correct, and they usually were, you’d been near your house when you got the voicemail, which would explain why you didn’t have a coat, then you’d taken a taxi to him, though that didn’t explain why you were out of breath. Connor got up, attempting to escort you to your chair, but you waved him away, apparently recovered from your exertion.

“I got a taxi,” You explained. “But there was so much damn traffic- I- I ran the rest of the way. Are you okay? Your message-”

“I’m fine,” Connor murmured, trying to find his voice. He’d gotten off to a bad start but maybe he could get everything back on track. He offered you the chair again, “Please, take a seat.”

You faltered, wondering what was going on. Taking a quick look around, you suddenly felt self-conscious. The Forbidden Fruit was a prestigious restaurant that at least everyone in Detroit had heard of or seen in magazines. It was the kind of place with an obnoxious obsession with the colour red, and imposing drapes that were supposed to create an image of warmth and intimacy. It was a place one went to dressed in only the most formal clothing, yet you’d just ran in panting, wearing torn, faded jeans, and a woolly jumper fit for home which was where you’d been going before Connor’s ominous voicemail. No wonder the surrounding diners were staring at you with disdain, barely hushing their whispers about you.

Blushing, you sat down, tucking in your own chair before Connor could. He retook his own seat opposite, thinking of what he should say to explain his behaviour.

You ignored the onlookers, regaining your train of thought, “I got here as soon as I could.”

“I know. I’m sorry to have worried you, I just- You need to be here tonight. Here,” he passed you a menu. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No,” You said slowly. “No, I haven’t.”

“I’ve heard the food here is impeccable,” Connor smiled boyishly. “Oh, and for the record, you look beautiful tonight.”

Beautiful? Connor hadn’t called you beautiful before. You glanced at his new suit, then to your surroundings until your gaze finally landed on the dim candle on the table, the pieces slowly falling into place.

“Connor,” You placed your hand comfortingly over his, “um, sweetie, is this a… date?”

Connor’s smile faltered, his breath catching in his throat. If you had to ask then he’d screwed up worse than he imagined with his social blunder. Things weren’t supposed to go like this, in every great love story, the characters knew they were being wooed, why didn’t you? Succumbing to panic, he pulled his hand sharply away, laughing anxiously. “A- A date? No. I mean, if it was, you’d certainly know about it beforehand. I- This isn’t a date.”

“Okay, then fill me in Robocop, why am I here?”

Connor’s android mind formed a thousand responses in a millisecond, not all of them plausible. He quickly settled for one that seemed reasonable, whispering so only you would hear, “This is a stakeout.”

“A stakeout?” You repeated doubtfully.

“Yes, I got a tip that a big Red Ice dealer would be here tonight. ”

“Who?”

“Who?” Connor repeated you dumbly.

“Yeah, who’re we watching?”

“Oh, uh, him, there,” Connor pointed to the first person he saw, a portly man with lobster sauce down his bib, dining with a young lady who you would have guessed to be his daughter; he couldn’t have looked further from a criminal if he tried.

“Him? Are you sure? He looks kind of-”

“I’m sure,” Connor answered curtly, gripping the sides of his chair so tight he could feel the wood splinter; he was glad the tablecloth hid his hands from view.

“Okay… Um, don’t you think you can handle this one on your own Connor? I don’t think the guy could outrun a three-legged pig, let alone you.”

Connor committed himself to the lie, mentally cursing that he hadn’t told you the truth when he had the chance. “I- I need evidence he’s my guy. I’ve got a wire over there and well, it’s kind of dumb to be honest but I ran into a little snag. I can’t stay here without ordering food, but I don’t eat so I needed someone and there’s nobody I trust more than you. Please stay.”

You softened at his expression, thinking about how he could give Sumo a run for his money on who had better puppy-dog eyes. “Okay Robocop, I’ll stay.”

Connor smiled again hoping that things would go easier from there; he couldn’t have been more wrong. Because of his insane story, the conversation was limited to work talk and as such, he had to invent an entire fictional life for the man the two of you were now stuck watching. The meal quickly grew quiet and Connor was sure you were finding it as strained as he was.

Claiming he was going to check in with his source, Connor excused himself, heading outside where he called Hank for help.

“Yeah?” Hank answered the phone distractedly.

“She didn’t know,” Connor said abruptly.

“What? Connor?”

“She had to ask if it was a date and I- We’re stuck here watching some guy eat because she has no idea what’s going on.”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?”

Connor plucked his coin from his pocket, playing with it absentmindedly. “I asked (Y/N) out on a date.”

“Way to go kid,” Hank cheered.

“No… I did it wrong. (Y/N) has no idea this is a date.”

“What? Tell me exactly what you said to get her there.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t want to.”

Hank groaned tiredly, “Great, so you don’t just sound goofy, you act goofy too. At least tell me where you are.”

“The Forbidden Fruit.”

“That fuckin’ poncy place everyone talks about? Shit Connor, you trying to propose? You don’t go there for a first date.”

“Hank, what do I do? The entire night’s been a disaster.”

Hank seemed momentarily lost in thought, “Hey, where’s (Y/N) right now?”

“She’s inside, watching some guy eat.”

“Why in the fuck- Never mind, I don’t wanna know. ‘Kay, you’ve gotta get back in there and start over. Get (Y/N) and take her somewhere she’ll actually like. You both like those dumb old movies, right?” Hank asked, referring to the movie nights you insisted on to get Connor up to speed with your multiple references; unsurprisingly, it had all started with Robocop.

Connor nodded, “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Get to it then.” Connor heard Hank mumble a faint, “I’m too old for this shit,” as he hung up.

Putting his coin back in his pocket, Connor straightened his tie and went back inside, not bothering to sit back down when he got to the table. He quickly ordered a taxi, then got back to the matter at hand.

“C’mon,” He said, paying for your practically untouched meal and leaving a generous tip.

You frowned, “What about-”

“My tip was a bust.”

“You’re telling me I’ve spent my night watching some regular guy eat, for absolutely no reason at all.”

Connor smiled sheepishly, “I can make this up to you.”

“How?”

“Movie night, your choice of film.”

You got up, “Fine, but only if you throw in some chocolate.”

“Chocolate? (Y/N), it’s bad for you.”

“Hey,” You said defensively, “the food here was tiny, I ate like a bean. Besides, chocolate comes from a plant, so technically that makes it a salad.”

Connor shook his head disbelievingly, holding the door open for you, “I would love to understand the way you think.”

The cold air hit you immediately and you shivered, wishing you’d brought a coat out. You held out your hand expectantly, “Jacket.”

This was a regular occurrence between the two of you since Connor couldn’t feel the cold. He complied, removing his jacket but holding it tauntingly out of reach. “What’s the magic word?”

“Connnnnor,” You whined.

“Say I’m the handsomest detective you’ve ever seen, and you can have it.”

You placed a hand over your chest in mock offence, “And take the title from Hank? You sick bastard.”

“Hank! There’s no way Hank is better looking than me. I know you like my hair.”

“Whatever you need to say to live with yourself.” You swiped for the jacket, missing by a long shot.

“Say it.”

“You would let your best friend die of hypothermia? Some hero.”

“Hmm… It’s not what I asked for, but I’ll settle for being your hero.” He draped the jacket over your shoulders, using the action to hold onto you momentarily, imagining briefly what it would be like if you leaned into his touch.

“Sweet warmth,” You sighed happily.

Before Connor could say anything else, the taxi arrived and you slid in, inputting your address, evidently forgetting the chocolate Connor owed you, though it didn’t matter; he’d already ordered a bouquet of roses to be delivered to your desk at work, hoping you’d appreciate them more. He sat next to you, secretly admiring the way you looked wearing his jacket; thank RA9 Hank had told him what to do, things were already looking up.

Connor didn’t know whether things were going better or worse than before. On one hand, the night was no longer awkward. On the other, Connor wasn’t really making any progress towards a relationship as the two of you watched old films together. True, you were laying on him, clearly comfortable in his presence, but you weren’t doing anything that two friends wouldn’t. Connor was glad you liked to talk through films, filling him in on little facts about them as they went along; it meant you didn’t notice his long silence while he considered what he had to do to show his interest.

The film eventually ended and as usual you got off Connor with a stretch and a yawn, though this was the first time he truly missed your weight on him.

His internal clock indicated that it was exactly twenty minutes past one in the morning. “(Y/N), can I stay here tonight? You know how grumpy Hank gets when I wake him at this time.”

You chuckled, remembering the furious phone call you’d received the last time you sent Connor home in the early hours of the morning; since then, he often stayed at your house and it always looked cleaner in the morning.

“Sure Connor. You know you don’t need to ask.” You yawned again, “I wish I could stay up like you can. I feel bad leaving you alone while I sleep.”

Connor felt a question on the tip of his tongue, which despite trying to, he couldn’t hold back from asking. “What is it like to sleep?”

You snorted tiredly, “I dunno, what’s it like to recharge? Isn’t that kind of like sleeping?”

Connor didn’t reply, his LED spun yellow, indicating he was thinking. Finally, he looked up, ignoring your question and saying decisively, “I’d like to try it.”

He didn’t really know why he’d said it, only that it had been an impulse to do so. He knew he couldn’t actually sleep, but something about the prospect seemed intriguing.

“Try it,” You shrugged casually.

“What?”

“Sleeping. Give it a whirl, you can share my bed.”

Connor stared at you disbelievingly. You were really going to share your bed with him? He scanned your heartrate, hoping that it might have spiked, but it remained stubbornly calm; you didn’t view this as a romantic opportunity. As usual, you were indulging him, encouraging him to try something new like it was nothing. What was going through your head?

As it happened, you were happy at the idea of Connor sharing your bed, mainly because you hated waking up to find he’d gone into recharge in the hallway like an unnerving ghost, lit-up only by his blue LED.

You patted his arm, “Think it over, I’m going to get changed.”

“I have nothing to wear,” Connor said anxiously.

“Then wear nothing,” You grinned devilishly. Connor’s mouth dropped open slightly, his eyes growing wide with surprise. You took pity on him, “Connor, I was joking, relax. I dunno… I don’t have any guy clothes, so just do whatever feels comfy.”

“What would be your suggestion?”

“Some guys like tops, some don’t, make a choice. Hell, where my clothes for all I care, just let me get changed.”

You went to your room, followed closely by Connor, who remained there as you grabbed some pyjamas and went to the bathroom to get changed. He was relieved you didn’t have any men’s clothes even if it made his own situation harder. Running a hand over your bed, he wondered if he was really going through with this, especially after he’d only talked about sleep on a whim. Committing to a decision, he removed his tie, waistcoat and shirt. When you came back, Connor was afraid you’d see his thrium pump practically beating through his chest.

You got into your side of the bed, patting the other for him. Connor found himself slightly hurt that your heart rate still remained normal; you’d never seen him shirtless before. Rationally, he knew you were probably just being respectful, but he’d still hoped for some kind of reaction. Hesitantly, Connor got into the opposite side of the bed.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He asked quietly.

You switched your light off, laying on your side. “Sure,” You mumbled.

“(Y/N), is… is this something you’d do with any friend? Or… Is it just me?”

You made an incoherent noise, already falling asleep. Sighing, Connor settled into the bed, then acting on impulse, he leaned into you, draping his arm gently over your waist. You jolted awake at the touch.

“C-Connor, what’re you doing?”

Connor smiled, “My research suggests that this is a good sleeping aid. Does it bother you in some way? If it does, I can stop.”

You tried to relax again, “Well… I- I guess it’s okay… If it’s for research I mean.”

“It is.”

“Okay…Goodnight, Robocop,” You settled back down, taking Connor’s odd action as one of his many innocent social quirks.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Connor whispered your name like a promise, ecstatic that you’d reacted the way you had. When he held you, his scanner indicated that your adrenalin had spiked sharply along with your heart-rate. All was not lost. Connor knew he wouldn’t let go till he had to, for he’d gotten just a little bit closer to loving you.

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Alright, well, I never really planned on ever doing these sorts of things, or even acknowledging a follower count outside of some sort of joke, but I just gotta say...

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I’ve recently hit a few followers...... (Sorry!)

Moving on,

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I decided-against doing a ‘bias list’ and stuff just because every time I thought about it, more people were added to the list! I just know I’d forget someone, and I don’t want that. (How do I copy-paste all of my followers into a bias list?) Anyways, this blog isn’t too old, but I’ve.... definitely made lots of memories and friends! I couldn’t thank you all more. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for making my stay here relatively-comfy! THIS fungus isn’t going to grow on any other plants for quite some time!

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