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El Baño

Javier Peña x CIA!Reader

Based on the song El Baño by Enrique Iglesias

Summary: The reader is undercover for the CIA and pretending to be the new girlfriend of Don Berna. When a certain DEA agent gets involved with Los Pepes, he also struggles with the risky business of lusting after the girlfriend of a narco.

Warning: Smut, so much smut it`s crazy - just do not read if under 18 because it`s hot, swearing, torture for interrogation

A/N: So this took me a while to write but thanks to self-isolating I have had some extra time to write while working at home. I apologize for the Spanish, I lived in Andalucia so it`s gitano at best. As always, feedback and love is appreciated and fuels this writing beast inside of me.

Words: 10,704 - Es gruesa it`s thick

“¿Que pasa amor?” what`s up love? Berna kisses your cheek and you try not to cringe when his hand sneaks under the table and squeezes your thigh.

“Nada papi” nothing daddy you shake your head and internally roll your eyes when he winks at you.

“¿Quien estamos esperando?” who are we waiting for? you trail your nails down the don`s arm and bite your lip to feign the innocence the narco craves.

“Un agente de la DEA” he takes a sip of his whiskey and your eyes widen, you didn`t realize one of your own was a turncoat.

“¿Qué es lo que quiere?” what does he want? you ask and immediately regret it when Berna narrows his eyes at you, setting the booze down on the sticky table.

“No te preocupes tu pequeña cabeza” don’t worry your little head he slaps your cheek lightly and you refrain from slapping him back, a sweet smile crosses your face instead and he hums with delight.

“Buena chica” good girl he licks his lips and before he can lean down to kiss you, the door to the cafe opens and your mouth runs dry.

Holy fuck

The hottest man you`ve ever seen walks in, his tight jeans emphasize his strong thighs and the urge to ride them is burning within your veins like a blazing forest fire. His leather jacket screams danger and you wonder what it would be like to feel his mustache across the skin of your neck.

“Ah Peña” Berna smiles and you try to stop your face from screwing up at his sickly, victorious grin.

“Hola Berna” Agent Peña greets Berna and you swoon at his deep gravely voice.

“¿Quien es ella?” who is she? Agent Peña asks with a dark look and you swear you see lust swirls within his dark brown orbs.

“Mi novia” My girlfriend Berna winks at you and you swear you visibly recoil but you urge yourself to giggle like schoolgirl.

Peña has a look of disbelief on his face and narrows his eyes slightly but soon recovers and stares at you with indifference.

“Hola señor” you smile politely and grip onto Berna`s arm to show your allegiance.

“¿Ella se quedará?” Is she staying? Peña asks, tilting his head in your direction, and you scoff.

Berna laughs and wraps his arm around you, squeezing you closer to his sweaty torso.

“Sí” he nods and orders another glass of red wine for you with a snap of his fingers.

You wonder what could`ve brought this DEA agent to the doorstep of Los Pepes and why he is working with them to bring down Escobar but you guess that he is just as motivated as you to bring down the narcos of Colombia.

Still, you could get even more notoriety if you bring in Los Pepes and a rogue DEA agent.

Berna tells Peña when Los Pepes will be making a move on the latest sicario and the American nods. 

You watch him closely and try not to fawn over his dark brown eyes. The authority in his gaze is enough to make you shiver and you urge yourself to remember he is a turncoat.

For fuck`s sake, get it together you scold yourself, you are undercover

“Gracias por la información, hasta luego” Thanks for the information, see you later Peña looks directly at you when he says see you later and you wish it were true.

“Luego” later you bite your lip and watch him leave, trying to ignore Berna`s eyes glaring into your face.

“¿Te gusta?” he growls, his face pinches with annoyance and you shake your head.

“No, solo tengo ojos por ti mi amor” No, I only have eyes for you my love you lean over and kiss his neck, placating him until he grins with triumph from your affections.

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Like or share this post if you're bisexual and you're uncomfortable with Loki x Sylvie (selfcest) relationship not because she's a woman but because they are the same person.

It’s hard to believe he’s not real; kudos to everyone involved with bringing him to life.

The One With Daddy

Summary: Nine months after Pedro met Female Reader at a Mandalorian convention and they start a relationship, Pedro surprises her son for his birthday. 

Word Count: 1,846

Warnings: It’s so fluffy, puppies google this to look at something cute

Author’s Note: @laubeck10 this one’s for you babe. Part two of the series that’s not a series lol. Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.

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Security - Masterlist

masterlist • season one • season two

summary: An ex-princess forced to hide and fight for your life, you’re now on the run with a Mandalorian and a foundling, trying to protect the three of you from the threat of death that creeps around every corner accompanied by a tracking fob.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!oc-insert

includes: canonical-type violence, fluff, swearing, childhood/current trauma, angst

fan art: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

gif sets: click here and here to see gif sets for each chapter made by the incredible @jackgrzs!

playlist: Made by the readers for the readers, stream while you read!

discord: Ask me about joining the Security discord server!

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mr brown eyes strikes for my heart again

Alejandro Gillick/Reader

Sicario AU set sometime during Day of the Saldado. You are Matt’s daughter and get called in to help on the mission, but end up meeting the infamous Alejandro.

*Genuinely not sure if I love or hate this, part of me wants to expand on it and part of me wants to forget I ever wrote it. Lemme know what you think!*

Cynthia had called you, which wasn’t exactly uncommon, but you could by the lengthy silence and awkward attempt at small talk that this wasn’t the usual job. They needed you, and as much as you wanted to turn it down, you knew you had to go…

The team they had was some of the best, but things were starting to heat up more than initially planned. Starting a war between the Mexican cartels meant that no one could find out the government had sanctioned any of this, BUT, it also meant that everyone could ignore the red tape and rules. This was a free for all, and almost anything was allowed so long as it got the job done. While you were good at keeping within guidelines, you had inherited a habit of getting your hands dirty to get results.

You drag your pack out of the Humvee, shouldering it as you make your wait reluctantly toward the building. Several men cast glances as you walk by, and you can’t help but to hope they’re staring out of curiosity rather than recognizing your features. Not that it would matter in the long run, they would all find out soon enough, and there was no avoiding any of it as you round the ascend the steps toward the very person who had caused all this anxiety.

Cynthia smiles as she notices your presence, clearly relieved to have you officially joining the mission. Her reaction draws HIS attention… He turns, his curious expression quickly changing to surprise as he rises from his chair.

Attempting to bypass the unpleasant questions, you drop your pack on the table next to Cynthia, and shake her hand promptly before motioning around. “Care to read me in a bit more now that I’m here?”

The other man at the table interjects, “And who are you?”

Again, making the attempt to keep things moving, you step around to shake his hand as well. “I’m the newest addition to your team, Cynthia brought me on to-“

“She’s my fucking daughter, and she shouldn’t be anywhere near here.” HE finally speaks. His gaze hadn’t left you the entire time, but you had allowed yourself a small bit of hope that he wouldn’t make a big deal out of this.

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Secretary (2002) directed by Steven Shainberg.

Apparently Tom had to take Bobby to a vet in Atlanta because he ate a raisin. Bless this man.

cred.

GUYS

I’m sure I’m not the first one to notice this but- 

2015:

2020:

I like that Community went out of their way to tell us that Abed is sexy and he totally fucks not in spite of his autism but in part because of it

Community | 01x19 Beginner Pottery

So is everyone suddenly watching Community or does this quarantine just bring out the Abed Nadir in all of us?

Had some fun making the cootie catcher from the opening credits of community! I chose to include Danny’s design in it too.

Both explained and unexplained this is the greatest gif ever

First off, don’t you dare say that about your English, because it is perfect. You speak English very well. :) 

Second off, I really hope you like and I am so sorry that I am posting it so late, but to be honest, I’ve barely written anything that hasn’t had to do with school since the summer. But I really hope that I will be able to write more frequently now. :)

Your POV:

It’s one thing being a teenage girl. But being a time-travelling teenage girl is hard and complicated on a whole different level. Normal girls go out with their friends on Friday nights. I get transported to The Middle Ages. Normal girls talk about their crushes to their friends. I got to talk about mine to the Fourth King of the Fourth King, Prince Ahkmenrah, in Ancient Egypt. Normal girls go on dates in restaurants with the boys they like. I got to have King Arthur teach me how to fight with a sword.

That having been said, I wasn’t really all that surprised when I ended up under a tree in a thick forest with no memory of how I had gotten there. In some ways I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m living a fictional life. Something you would either see in movies or books. But hey, it’s not all that fine and dandy to find yourself stranded in unknown places in an unknown part of the timeline with no memory of how long you’d been there or how you’d gotten there.

I stood up and dusted myself off. It was time to check out where I was. And when.

After a brief walk forward I started hearing the sound of voices from the direction in which I was headed. I slowed down my pace just in case. It had taken one too many encounters for me to realize that not everyone in my escapades would be friendly. I peaked over the edge of the bushes that were hiding me from view, awaiting what I would see. To my surprise, it wasn’t what I had been expecting. There was a big building in front of me with a baseball field to the side of it. It was a… high school.

I mentally breathed out a sigh of relief. It was definitely a step up from my last adventure when I’d ended up squat in the middle of the Boston Tea Party and had gotten thrown overboard along with the tea. Long story short, I’d had a bit of explaining to do about the fact that I had materialized out of thin air and the fact that I was wearing ‘funny clothes’ after the incident.

Just as I was making sure that the coast was clear and that it was safe to emerge from my hiding place I saw something at the corner of my eye. I turned to see a small white circle getting bigger. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but then it hit me. Well, almost. I ducked just in time, but not without uttering a pretty loud, “What the hell?!”

“Are you okay?” I heard a voice from behind the bushes.

“Why the hell would you do that? Can’t you watch where you’re throwing your baseballs? Some of us think that the bushes are a safe place to be, but then people like you come and make us think otherw-” I stopped mid-sentence as the figure emerged from the bushes and into full view.

He was gorgeous. Absolutely unforgivably this-should-be-illegal gorgeous.

He had the most stunning chocolate brown eyes that I had ever seen in my entire life. I could absolutely melt in them just like the chocolate-y color that they were. His hair was slightly disheveled, but it was the kind of disheveled that looks really good on boys and makes you want to run your hands through it. My eyes traveled down his shirt to what I assumed to be a pretty toned body. I wondered what he would look like shirtless. Probably pretty good and-

Stop it, (Y/N). He could probably be your grandfather.

“I’m sorry?”

Oops! I had said it out loud.

“Who could be your grandfather?” he asked, suddenly flashing me a blinding ten-million-karat grin. Whoa! Suddenly that made him ten times more attractive. As if I wasn’t already looking at him with a jaw-hits-floor type of face expression.

Suddenly the smile faltered. He puckered his lips in a worried manner. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe the ball hit you on the head or something? You’re kind of not making any sense. Do you want to go to the nurse’s office?”

I shook my head vigorously. There was no reason to attract more attention than was absolutely necessary. Especially not if there was someone who could question me about my life and where I had come from and all that. There was no way I could know how long I would be staying. It was always different. I didn’t want to spend my time, however much I had, here in jail or in a court or something. Exaggerations aside, I didn’t want any trouble.

“No, no. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” I tried to smile as convincingly as possible.

He still didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he let me have my way. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m James. Do you go to this school?” He motioned to the school behind us.

The gears in my brain started working. I was used to this. Quick. Create a story. Simple, but not too simple. Nothing with holes in it that could produce questions you would not be able to answer without telling them the truth. The truth was most definitely not an option. It had never been. I had tried it once. I almost got burned at the stake. True, that was probably the wrong time frame to pick for that. Thankfully, life seems to love me and got me out of there before they proclaimed that I was a witch or something.

“I’m (Y/N). Technically, I don’t go to this school yet. I’m new in town. This is the school I’ll be going to, so I thought I’d come check it out before I get enrolled sometime this week.” Hmm… Pretty good, (Y/N).

“From behind the bushes?” Shoot. Hole.

“Well, I’m not that good at social conduct.” Social conduct? What?

Surprisingly, he laughed. “Social conduct. Interesting way to put it. But I get what you mean.” Phew. “It’s not always easy to talk to people. They can be judgmental sometimes. Especially to, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously, looking me over. “Different people.” he said lightly.

I looked down at my outfit. Black leggings. Combat boots. Olive green jacket that I had decorated to kind of resemble armor. I touched my hair with my hand. Yup, the braid. And of course, the bow and arrow safely secured to my back. The memory had already flashed back by then. The moment I had gotten transported back in time I had been at a costume party. Dressed as Katniss Everdeen.

I looked over his outfit. Flannel shirt over white T-Shirt. High-waisted jeans. 90’s. I was in the 90’s. The Hunger Games hadn’t even been written yet let alone filmed. I probably looked like a weirdo.

“Let’s get you some new clothes, huh?” he asked, a careful lilt to his voice. He was probably trying not to offend what seemed to be my strange fashion taste.

I smiled to reassure him. “Sure.”

He seemed to relax. “Alright, come on.”

“Don’t you have class or something?” I asked after a while of us walking and chatting to each other.

He smirked. “Technically. But it’s my last period. Sometimes you have to make a choice. Do you hang out with a pretty stranger you’ve never met in your life or do you go to your Home Ec class?”

I blushed at his words. I was the pretty stranger.

I could certainly see his logic, though. It’s not like I hadn’t ditched class before too. True, my reasons tended to be of the “Excuse me for being 30 minutes late to your Algebra class, but I got transported to Victorian times.” type, but still. It sort of counts. Also, I probably would have picked to hang out with a pretty stranger too. I kind of had in this case. Him. He was my pretty stranger. Even though I usually tried to lay low on all of my time-related adventures most of the time it didn’t end up that way. Somehow I always ended up making friends with someone from a different era or getting involved in something one way or another.

“You take Home Ec?” I asked, hiding a smile.

“Extra credit.” He shrugged. “Plus it’s not that bad. It can be pretty fun too. Also, it’s ditchable.” He smirked.

“How are you going to get your extra credit if you keep ditching the class?” I laughed.

“I’ll figure that out later.” he said with a grin. “Now it’s time to get you… in style!” he said dramatically, leading me to the clothing store that was just looming into view.

In Style was the name of the store. Smooth. Sort of.

I walked into the store and the fresh-clothing smell that every boutique hit my nostrils, sending a wave of pleasant emotions through me. I think that would be mostly every girl’s reaction. Unfortunately, that was always the only wave of pleasantness for me when it came to shopping. When it came to the looking for and trying on and all that stuff, well, let’s just say I wasn’t a very big fan. I tended to go into a store, grab whatever it was that I needed or whatever I had previously decided I wanted to own, and get the hell out of there.

Walking up to the first rack, I picked out a simple longer black T-shirt to go with my black leggings and turned toward James.

He just raised his eyebrows at me and asked, “That?”

I looked down at the T-shirt and pouted slightly. “Yeah?”

He gave me a smug smile. “Wait here.”

After five minutes he had come back with a pile of clothes in his arms and placed it in mine, ushering me into the dressing room.

“I thought boys weren’t supposed to know about fashion.” I said with a laugh as I tried on a black high-waisted skirt paired with a white dress shirt that he had picked out for me.

“Such outdated thoughts.” he tutted. “I am a man of many talents.” he laughed.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I threw the curtain open. He looked me over and nodded.

“It looks great. But try some more on. This should also be a fun experience.”

I groaned. “Can’t I just get this one? I hate shopping.”

James looked back at me with what seemed to be a genuine look of bafflement. “I thought girls were supposed to love shopping.”

“Such outdated thoughts.” I tutted, repeating his previous remark. I heard him laugh as I closed the curtain behind me, and I couldn’t help but think about how melodic his laugh sounded.

“Come on. If you do this I’ll treat you to some ice cream. It’s an adventure. It’s good for you.”

Oh, if he only knew of the type of adventures I had on a daily basis.

Four outfits later and I was strutting around the store like I was on some sort of catwalk with some of the most ridiculous combinations that were available in the store. James watched me showing off the colorful high socks ridiculously paired with a high-waisted leather skirt and bright orange T-shirt and laughed again. “See? I told you this could be fun. Plus you’re a natural born model.” he said teasingly as I almost tripped over my own feet.

I stuck my tongue out at him and giggled, walking back into the dressing room. I picked up what was my last outfit to try on. A pair of high-waisted jeans, a plain black T-shirt and a jean vest. To be honest, I quite liked the combination. It suited my style. I shimmied into the jeans and put the shirt on. I put the vest on top of it and walked out of the dressing room.

James gave me the once-over and smiled approvingly.

“I think we have a winner.” I commented enthusiastically.

“It’s ice-cream time!” he replied, matching my enthusiastic tone. I rolled my eyes and he laughed again. I couldn’t help but notice how much fun I was having with him. In all honesty, I didn’t want this day to end and I’d only met him about 2 hours ago. But I knew that eventually I’d have to leave without a trace, possibly never to return. I dreaded the feeling of regret the thought left as residue. That wasn’t good news. It’s hard maintaining friendships as it is let alone ones that are from different time-frames. Pushing the thought to the farthest part of my mind, I walked with him to the counter. As long as I was here I could enjoy it.

“We’ll be buying everything she’s currently wearing.” James told the lady behind the counter, pointing to me. “And if you could put these,” he said, handing her the clothes I’d been wearing beforehand, “in a bag that would be lovely.”

The cashier nodded and gave him a little smile. She placed the clothes in a bag and handed them to me. “That will be $30,75.”

The smile faded from my face. There was one little important detail that I hadn’t considered. I didn’t have any money. Apparently I hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh, um, I just realized…” I started, my cheeks flushing to a pink color. “I, um, don’t-”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it. It’s my treat.” James said, handing the cashier the money and quickly ushering me out of the store before I could protest anymore apart from the “But-” I’d managed to utter during the whole exchange.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I said, looking at the pavement as we walked down the street, my cheeks still flushed from embarrassment.

“It’s no big deal.” he said simply as if he had bought me gum and not a whole outfit.

“You just wasted $30 on me.”

“Pretty strangers get special treatment.”

I sneaked a glance up at him then, and I saw him smiling at me. Our eyes locked and we spent a moment just looking at each other before I looked away. I suddenly felt awkward. And I knew exactly why even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

“Hey, what do you say we ditch the ice-cream and go see a movie?” he asked after a few moments of silent walking.

“Really? You’d like to spend more money on me?” I laughed.

“Hey, you’ll treat me next time.” he shrugged, giving me a smile. “Let’s go see a movie? I really want to see a movie.” he said, fake-pouting and trying to look cute.

Spending 2 hours in a dark theater right next to him? Sign me up.

“Fine.” I said, hiding a content smile under my brow. “What movie are we going to see?”

“Clueless.”

“Oh, awesome! An old classic. I love those.” I accidentally blurted out.

“An old classic? What are you talking about? It just came out this year.” He looked at me quizzically.

“Uh, I meant, it’s an old classic because, uh…” Think, (Y/N), think! “It’s based on Jane Austen’s Emma?” I answered unconvincingly, biting my lower lip nervously.

“Uh-huh.” he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, but he didn’t push it. Instead he changed the subject. “So, what’s your favorite movie?”

I was about to say The Matrix and go into my usual narrative about how and why it was my favorite and about the possibility of the actual world we live in being our “matrix” and the general Tumblr approved material, but I stopped myself in the exact right moment, remembering that The Matrix wouldn’t be out for four more years.

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” I said, thinking quick. “I just… really like Audrey Hepburn.” I added lamely. “She was great in Roman Holiday as well.” I rambled on.

“Oh, nice. You like the classics.”

You have no idea.

“Yours?” I asked, reciprocating the question.

“Jaws. Steven Spielberg is amazing.”

“I liked Back to the Future a lot better. I loved the-” I abruptly stopped myself before I said the words 'special they did with Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd on The Jimmy Kimmel Show.’ “hover boards.” I replaced quickly.

I scolded myself for forgetting when and where I was. I didn’t like this. I was so comfortable with him that I kept forgetting that he was not, in fact, one of my friends at home and that I had to be careful when talking to him. But what was it about him that made me lose my cool? Was it the dark ebony hair? The sparkling brown eyes? The smile that made your heart race? Oh, Jeez! What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

We chatted along the way to the cinema and I couldn’t help but smiling a little too much at all his little quirky comments and laughing a bit too much at all his little jokes and anecdotes. He told me about his friends and about the time when they’d gotten locked in a classroom at the end of the school day and had to spend the night at school. I told him about all the things about myself that wouldn’t give away too much about which timeline I was from even though it was strictly against my rules to reveal too much about myself to any of my 'time comrades’ as I liked to call them. But by the time we sat down in our seats at the cinema James knew about my dislike toward anything Math-related if I didn’t understand it and was laughing about the time I accidentally set the toaster on fire anyway. And instead of worrying about the repercussions as I probably should have done, I just smiled widely and slightly enjoyed the feeling of my heart beating a few paces too fast.

I doubt that we would have quieted down if the rest of the audience hadn’t shushed us when the movie was beginning. We managed to spend 20 minutes in mute silence, but then came the nudges and secret smiles and giggles shared between us as if we’d been friends for a lifetime. And somehow that’s how it felt. I’d only known him for a day and this was by no chance a permanent friendship - or a permanent anything, really - but something was blossoming and I still wasn’t sure if I should just enjoy it or if I should be worried about it.

In a moment of silence I felt James’s hand slide over the arm rest slightly and cover my own hand. I felt my heart pick up speed due to the tingling feeling his touch left on my skin and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Ah, screw worrying.

He suddenly leaned toward me. “Remember when I bought you that outfit and you told me I was wasting money on you?” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin. I could smell his cologne and to be frank, it was giving me butterflies. But the good kind. The kind I liked. The kind that lifted you up on their wings and made you feel like you were floating.

I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak right at that moment.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that whatever I give you is never going to be something I will consider to be wasted.” He paused for a moment. Our eyes met in the dim lighting and I could see a twinkle in his. “I’m hoping that you’ll let me kiss you now.”

Even though it was strictly against my personal time-travelling rules, I found myself nodding. The next thing I knew I could feel the touch of his lips against my own. I smiled mid-kiss, feeling a rush of ecstasy and euphoria along with the movement of our lips.

“I hope you know that I will never regret giving that kiss away.” he said, as we slowly pulled away from each other.

I chuckled slightly, but the lingering feeling of euphoria was cut short by a different feeling. There it was. The sudden feeling that something was shifting, that something was changing… I knew that I had approximately ten more seconds left and then I would be gone. Gone far away, maybe never to return. But I couldn’t accept that.

I turned to James quickly, a determined look on my face. “We will see each other again some day.”

He looked confused, but I didn’t let him say anything. I didn’t have much time.

“Promise me that you will remember me until then. Promise that you won’t forget about this. About us.”

I wasn’t seeing clearly anymore. His figure was distorted in front of me and the sounds of the cinema were starting to fade.

“Wh-”

“Just promise me!”

He looked genuinely puzzled, but nodded vigorously anyway. “I promise.”

I leaned in, using my last second to give him a quick peck on the lips. And then as fast it had come, the kiss was gone. And so was the cinema. And so was he. But I knew. I knew I’d see him again someday.

So, that was that! I have ideas for a part two of this, so if you want one feel free to request it. ^_^

Or if you have any other requests, my ask box is always open! :)

P.S. I know that Akhmenrah didn’t actually exist, but I just couldn’t resist. I love Night at the Museum, okay? xD Also, King Arthur technically did exist, but not in the same time frame as the actual legend, so yeah… That sort of makes sense. :D

Drunk Connor (RK800 x Reader)

Summary: Connor get’s drunk at “Jimmy’s Bar” and confesses to you as you take him home with you.

Contains: fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 3,1 K

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It’s been a while since the androids won their fight for freedom. Everything had changed after that. Androids where now seen as another species with equal rights. They were accepted just like humans and every restriction was gone. Including the android ban at “Jimmy’s Bar”. I was on my way there to celebrate another solved case with the others. Hank, Connor, Gavin and some of the other officers where already waiting for me there. As I entered the bar the first thing I saw was Hank sitting at the Bar with a beer in his hand. I walked over and sat next to him.

“Good evening Hank”, I said smiling and he looked at me with a small smile too.

“We thought you wouldn’t come. Connor was already complaining about you not being here”, Hank told me and pointed with his hand behind his back.

I followed his gesture and saw Connor sitting at a table laughing with Markus, Simon and Josh. Since he went deviant, he has been such a sunshine. Connor was always careful with everything he did that was new for him. He was getting used to having feelings and he was testing out his limits. For example like right now, his drinking limits. Yes, it was possible for an android to get drunk. There was a substance we called “android beer” that was able to make androids feel the feeling of being drunk. I rolled my eyes and looked at Hank.

“How much has he been drinking?”, I asked and laughed as Hank put his hand on his forehead.

“I don’t fucking know. I stopped counting after the fourth one. He can take care of himself”, Hank said rolling his eyes.

“I better go and see how drunk he is”, I laughed and jumped down from the barstool.

I looked around in the bar to see that Nines was desperately trying to get Gavin to stop drinking. I giggle as I saw how he tried to shove him away but failed and instead went for a drunken hug. I shook my head in amusement and kept looking through the bar. As Connor spotted me he began to wave and the others with him, Markus, Simon and Josh turned around to look at me. I walked over to them and Connor scooted over so that I could sit next to him.

“You are here”, he said happy and looked at me with his big brown eyes.

“Finally”, he added and giggled.

“And you are drunk. Guys why did you let him drink that much?”, I laughed and Simon looked at me apologising and putting his hands up in the air.

“We tried to stop him, but he just kept on ordering another beer and another.”, he explained and Markus nodded.

“I’m just testing my limit. No need to worry about me”, Connor said towards me and I ruffled his hair.

“I’m not worried about you, dork. I just don’t want you to feel bad and regret things you did later.”, I laughed and saw a pout form on his face.

“You’re here so nothing that I’ll regret will happen”, he said and I could have sworn that I saw him slightly blush.

“Well, ok you might be right but I guess I should take you home before you get too wasted”

“No. Let’s stay here for a bit longer. I wanna spend time with you and the others”, he begged grabbing my arm.

I looked at the others who just smiled. I haven’t seen them in some time so it would be quite nice to spend some more time here. I sighed and looked back at the drunk android next to me.

“Ok. But you’re not getting another drink”

Josh, Markus and Simon started to laugh and we joined them. We began to play cards and talk about whatever came to our minds. It was really nice to hear what they were doing now with their new lives. Markus and Simon had started to live together in a small apartment. Markus had started to draw and opened his own atelier. Josh was working as a security guard. North, who couldn’t make the time to come here was something like an android ambassador and travelled the country to fight for androids all around the world. Meanwhile Kara, Luther and Alice moved to the country side and were living a happy life as family. It seemed like everyone had found their place in the system somewhere. Connor was leaning on my arm while we were playing and talking. The alcohol had gone to his head and he was starting to get tired. I noticed that he almost napped next to me and ended the round. I turned to look at him and saw how sleepy he was.

“Should we go? You look tired, Connor”, I said and looked at him.

“Hmm”, he replied and already closed his eyes.

“I’ll be taking this drunk here home, now. We’ll talk again soon. Have a nice rest of the night”, I said goodbye to the others and helped Connor to stand up.

We walked towards Hank and I pat his shoulder.

“I’m taking him home with me so you don’t have to deal with a drunk android tonight”, I announced and he nodded.

“I’m not drunk”, Connor protested next to me and grabbed onto a bar stool to not fall over.

“Of course not, sweetie.”, I laughed and supported him by wrapping my arm around his waist to keep him on his feet next to me.

“Bye, Hank”, I said and walked off with Connor.

We walked over to my car and I opened the passenger seat for Connor to sit down.

“You can get in by yourself?”, I asked and he nodded.

He slowly sat down and I closed the door. I walked over to the drivers seat and sat down too. The car was a bit cold so I turned on the heat and started the engine. I looked over to Connor to see that he just sat there, his seatbelt still hanging lose by his shoulder. I leaned over to put his seatbelt on.

“Connor, are you really that drunk?”, I asked chuckling while fixing his seatbelt.

He blushed a little and then looked at me. His brown eyes stared at me while he watched my every move.

“Maybe”, he whispered giggling.

I shook my head with a grin on my face and drove down the street. While we were driving Connor kept his eyes on me for the entire time.

“Is there something on my face?”, I asked and looked over for a second.

“No…You’re just really pretty”, he said quickly and left me speechless for a second.

I opened my mouth but no words came out. My cheeks warmed up and I was hoping that Connor was drunk enough to not be able to scan my vitals right now. As we arrived at the house I got out my keys and opened the door before getting Connor from the car. I brought him to the guest room and sat him down on the bed. He let himself fall back and started to laugh.

“What is it Connor?”, I asked and looked down at him.

“It’s funny to test out this alcohol drinking limit. I didn’t know my system could be this…compromised and calm at the same time…and it feels like I can think clearly now”, he explained and giggled.

I shook my head amused and sat down next to him. It was silent for some time.

“You know…I was wondering…I have been thinking a lot about…certain…things”, he began and looked at me while still laying on his back

“About what?”, I asked curious.

“I don’t know how to say this. I’ve been researching a lot about something and I’ve been wanting to ask you about your opinion. There is someone I like and they don’t know about it. I want to tell them but I can’t muster up the courage to tell them.”, he explained and sat up.

“Well. I’m not good at this kind of thing either but why don’t you just tell them how you feel? I know that there is a chance that you will be rejected but if you keep your feelings to yourself it could be that they like you too and that they are scared to ask you, too. Just follow your heart and do whatever you feel like”

He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out if that was the answer to his question. He then stood up and began to walk around the room thinking. I still sat on the bed when he walked towards me and kneeled in front of me. He then grabbed my hands that were resting on my legs and held them in his hands.

“Connor?”, I asked confused about his actions and watched him take a deep breath.

“You know I’ve been thinking about you a lot…like how you always dress so nice and how you always come over to say hi from time to time…and I’ve been having those weird feelings that I can’t quite understand”, Connor explained and looked deep into my eyes.

I could feel myself blushing and my heart began to race. Was I the person he was talking about before?

“C-Connor”, I stuttered and saw him blush too.

“I know that I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t compromised by the alcohol since I can’t seem to muster up the courage so I need to do this now before it’s too late”

“Too late for what?”

Before I could hear his answer he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. I blushed even more.

“I think I really like you and I hope you like me, too. I know this might be sudden and you probably don’t know how to reply but that’s ok. I just want you to know.”, he mumbled.

I didn’t know what to say. I had noticed his attempts at flirting, but I thought he was just trying to tease me. I never would have thought that he was actually trying to approach me. If I’d known that earlier, I would have replied properly. Connor was still looking at me. I noticed his eyes shifted to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“Your lips look really kissable”, he confessed and the blush on his face darkened.

I didn’t know that he could be so bold.

“I really want to kiss you, but I don’t know if I should do this”, he added and held my face in his hands.

My heart was racing by now. I didn’t know if it was just the alcohol talking through Connor or if he was a hundred percent serious. We might never be like this again and I suddenly really wanted to test Connors confidence.

“What does your heart tell you?”, I asked and looked at him while snaking my arms around his neck.

He scooted closer still kneeling before me and leaned closer.

“It tells me to kiss you now and never let you go again”, he whispered against my lips and then slowly put his on mine.

His lips were soft and pleasantly warm even though I expected them to be colder. His arms found their way around my waist and he pulled me even closer. I kissed back just as softly as he did. After some time he slightly pushed me away and our lips parted. We both panted a bit and leaned our foreheads against each other.

“Wow. I feel like I’m dreaming”, Connor breathed out and closed his eyes.

I giggled and quickly pressed another kiss to his lips.

“You’re not”

He opened his eyes and looked at me shocked.

“You can’t just kiss me out of nowhere like this. My system will crash”, he said and brushed through my hair with his hand.

“Sorry”, I mumbled and stroked his cheek.

He then took my hands in his and pulled me up with himself. As we stood on front of each other I noticed just how tall he was. I looked up him and saw him smile.

“Shorty”, he said and leaned down to be on my height.

“Don’t be mean, tall boy. I bet the air up there is a lot worse than here”, I teased and smirked at him.

“You’ll see”, he said and before I could understand what he was talking about he lifted me up to be on his height.

I almost instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and held myself up with my arms around his neck. Connor was holding me up just by my ass.

“How’s the air?”, he asked smirking.

I wanted to disappear right then and there. I felt so embarrassed about our position that my face turned into a tomato from one second to the other. Connor noticed my embarrassment and sat me back down on my feet. He kept his arms around my waist and looked down at me.

“That was too much, wasn’t it?”, he asked scanning me with his eyes and I shook my head.

“No. I was just…surprised”, I answered and smiled at him.

“I’m glad. I thought I had already ruined it”, he admitted and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily”, I teased.

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing that it was already 3 am.

“We should go to bad. It’s late already.”, I said and walked to the door.

“Do you need anything?”, I asked and looked back at Connor who was now sitting on the bed.

“No”

I was about to leave the room when he started to talk again.

“WAIT!”

I stopped what I was doing and looked back into the room. Connor stood in front of the door and scratched his neck nervously.

“Yes?”

“Can you stay here with me? I m-mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just that…uhm…it would be nice to wake up next to you. That would mean that all this wasn’t just a dream”, he confessed and looked at me with slightly blue cheeks and ears.

His words touched somewhere deep in my heart. They were so simple but so meaningful. I stepped back into the room and smiled at him.

“Sure. I’ll just go and change quickly.”, I answered and was about to leave as he grabbed my wrist.

“You can just wear this. I read that girls love to sleep in the clothes of the person they like”, he said, released my wrist and quickly took off his shirt and gave it to me.

In other words, he wanted me to wear his shirt. I was a bit confused first but then grabbed the shirt from his hands and closed the door behind me.

“Thanks. I’ll change in the bathroom real quick.”, I said and walked into the guest rooms bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath before I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were a dark red and my heart was racing in my chest. I looked at the shirt in my hands and pulled in up to my face and buried my nose in it. I was curious if the shirt smelled like him. Not in the same way as it would smell if it was from a human being, but the shirt still had that note of its own scent from Connor. I took off my socks, pants and top before I put on his shirt. As I looked back in the mirror I had to smile. The shirt reached almost down to my knees, but I somehow looked cute in it. I was still not sure if I should take off my bra since I would be sleeping in the same bed as Connor and I didn’t want to accidently bare myself in the night cause I tend to move around a lot when I sleep. After weighing the pros and cons I decided to take my bra off since it would be uncomfortable to sleep with it on. I then walked to the door and opened it. Connor was sitting on the bed with just his bare chest being on display since he had pulled the blanket over him. As he noticed me stepping back into the room his eyes widened and scanned me from head to toe. I saw his LED flicker yellow for a second before it turned back to blue.

“I now understand the charm of you wearing my clothes. Please never take it off. You look beautiful”, he said with a blush on his face as I joined him on the bed.

“Thank you”, I said quietly since I felt shy about his compliment and sat next to him.

We sat there in silence for a bit until Connor began to talk again.

“Do we just lay down…or…do you like maybe wanna cuddle?”, he asked nervous and fiddled with his fingers.

“Cuddling is fine with me”, I answered.

I laid down next to him and he scooted closer to wrap his arms around my body placing himself behind me. He pulled me against his chest and nuzzled hi face against my neck.

“Is this ok for you?”, he asked, his lips slightly touching my ear as he spoke in a quiet voice.

“Y-yes. Good night, Connor”

“Good night, Y/N”

He placed one last kiss on my cheek before he buried his face again in my neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was the first one to wake up in the morning. Connor was still sleeping next to me. I turned in his arms trying not to wake him up. His hair was a bit messy and he looked really cute sleeping like that. It didn’t take long until Connor began to shift and opened his eyes slowly. He looked at me and sighed. He pulled me closer to him and hugged me tight.

“You are still here with me. So it was real”, he mumbled in his deeper morning voice.

He loosened the grip around me and looked at me. His face was directly in front of mine, just a few inches between our lips. This time I mustered up all my courage and cupped his face with my hand.

“Can I kiss you?”, I asked slightly blushing.

“I’d love that”, Connor answered and already connected our lips.

The kiss was just as soft as the one before, yesterday. Our lips moved together and he pulled me even closer if that was even possible. As our mouth separated again he turned us that he was on top of me. My heart was racing in my chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Looks like your confidence is back”, I teased and pulled him down.

“Or it’s just that I can’t say no to such a beauty laying under me”, he smirked and kissed me again.

“I could get used to this”, he added and smiled at me.

“Me too.”, I admitted and quickly pecked his nose.

Hi, I see that you do Detroit: become human requests now, can I ask for relationship headcanons for Connor with a human s/o?

I hope I did okay!

•After everyone calls him out on it,he has tried to stop the whole blue blood thing.Is it really that creepy?He has sworn not to do it front of them

•He became a deviant not so long so he is still overwhelmed by feelings.Sometimes he doesn't even know emotion out of all of them he is feeling

•He gets nervous easily with the smallest of things like just holding hands.Are androis uncomfy to hold?What if his s/o doesn't like it?!

•Connor is constantly asking Hank about dating advice and about how humans go about the whole dating thing as it it.Needless to say Hank is quite tired

•The first kiss may be a bit awkward but the boy is in awe,you can tell he loved the sensation!He really adores kisses now,and asks for them a lot

•Seriously,you may just be having a nice walk in the park when he suddenly just stops and says "Is it okay if we kiss right now?" looking away

•The first time he feels jealousy when someone hits on his s/o is very confusing.He doesn't even have an idea of what may be going on

•After the person leaves,Connor turns to his s/o."I feel a knot in my throat!I-I feel angry and I don't know why!Is there something wrong with me?" He lowkey panics

•When he is explained what jealousy is,he chuckles nervously in embarrassment "I see.I'll have to learn to not get jealous haha..."

SETH MACFARLANE X READER 

Seth and you are in a interview. You both are secretly dating.

Interviewer: So Seth, there are rumors that you’re dating someone.

You and Seth look at each other smiling.

Seth:*looks back at the interviewer* *gif*

Interviewer: *smiles* Can you tell us a little bit about her? Or possibly tell us who it is?

Seth: Um, well shes perfect. She is the most amazing person in the whole world. Shes so kind and sweet, she also has a good taste in humor and music, so that’s good. This girl is so beautiful and I want to spend my whole life with her. She just means everything to me.

Y/N: *blushing* Well this girl sounds amazing. 

Interviewer: Yeah, (Y/N), she does. So will you tell us who is it? 

Seth: *Lays head on your shoulder* Its this beauty 

Y/N: *kisses Seth’s head and he smiles* 

Seth: Awe, you’re so cute.

Y/N: Back to you Seth the Sloth.

Seth kissing literally everyone except me

(some of these aren’t mine)

Family Guy clip: Stewie sings Bryan Adams’ ‘(Everything I do) I do it for you’.

Is there anything he can’t do?? I would pay money to see Seth recording this. 

What I love about Seth MacFarlane: A summary

(Some of these gifs aren’t mine)

Was a cutie as a kid:

Was a cutie as a teen:

Still a cutie:

Has a glamourous laugh:

Seriously:

I feel like the sun is shining out of my ass everytime he laughs:

Modesty:

The faces he makes for his characters:

Dat hair tho:

Gets drunk and laughs about his own jokes:

Gets drunk and laughs about other peolpe’s jokes:

Gets drunk:

Dat arms damn son:

Loves cats:

The tongue thing:

The fact that this skit happened:

Is a ‘Back to the Future’ fan:

This look:

Is a ‘Star Wars’ fan:

Is a ‘Star Trek’ fan:

Doesn’t take himself too seriously:

Rocks a cowboy outfit:      (The ‘I love you’ is giving me life)

Also this scene:

Is a dork:

Is a Broadway fan:

Appreciates a good orchestra:

Plays the piano:

Knows how to perform:

And whatever the hell this is:

Which leads me toooo: 

Am I wrong for liking this??:

Can Tries to dance:

Casual as it gets:

Hellooooo:

Hosted the Oscars like damn can you be any more attractive??: 

Roasted Donald Trump:

By the way I want to have this woman’s job:

Okay but why didn’t I know this existed??:

Actual footage of me meeting Seth MacFarlane:

And this:

And THIS:

Feel free to add. I know there is much more to include, but time is a b*tch. I have faith in y’all.

Family Guy pays tribute to Carrie Fisher and I’m not crying YOU’RE CRYING.

Something about laying eggs.

[Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “To the Death”]

[The Orville “Command Performance”]

Au Meme : Seth MacFarlane talks about you and your newborn son.

IMAGINE: At class reunion: “What happened to your obsession with Seth MacFarlane?"  😆 😆 Seth: "Hey Babe, sorry I’m late.” 😊 You:  😉 All: 😳 😨

Imagine interviewing your boyfriend, Seth...

You had your own chat show which had been running for 5 years now. You’d never interviewed your boyfriend, Seth Macfarlane before. You asked Seth about his album; which you already knew every detail about. Then asked him the questions from the audience.. 

You- So, Seth the real questions people want the answers to are : ‘Do you sing your own songs in the shower?’

Seth- Well, I do sing in the shower, a lot and sometimes…

You- OF COURSE HE DOES; that’s all I ever hear. 

Seth- Next question, maybe?

You both began giggling.

You- Next is: Do you love Y/N more than Mark Wahlberg? 

Seth- Why is that even a question? Of course I do.

Seth mimes to the audience. ‘Nahh’

You- Did you really just slate me on my own show and think I didn’t notice?

Seth- *gif* 

You both begin laughing hysterically at your low maturity levels.

Seth- I’ll cook dinner tonight…

Au Meme : Seth MacFarlane talks about you and your newborn son.

…….omg omg omg