#another date

[therealtracy]

Another Date

@fearfromthedarkflame

Tracy worked with the salad as he glanced at PArrish. He then found himself laughing. "Did you not make the salad on purpose so I had something to do?" He asked him. He could see Jordan do that, wanting him to get involved so he didn't feel left out. "By the way, it does smell delicious."

[lelouch]

Code Geass Tea Salon announcement featuring Lelouch & Suzaku ♡

[jumblejen]

We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 9

Suptober 22, Day 9: Vintage

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/107204877

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

“Sam’s always been judgmental, Dean. You just gotta ignore him when he gets like that.”

Charlie was face first inside Dean’s closet, hunting through all his vintage tees for…well Dean wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for, but he knew it would end with her feeling triumphant and him mysteriously being down a shirt in his wardrobe. He didn’t mind. “He’s just not as wrong as I’d like.”

“Dean,” Charlie’s voice was softer than before as she plopped down next to him on the edge of his bed. “He’s not right in this case. At all. Your date with Cas sounded sweet and wonderful and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Sam acted like I was drunk off my ass…”

“Well you weren’t because I know you and that’s not really your style.”

“It has been.”

“Sure when you’re miserable because a bunch of assholes treated you like shit. Is it the healthiest coping mechanism? No. But I know you and if you’d been drunk you wouldn’t have been so happy.”

“Thought you told me I was moving too fast with Cas.”

“I may have been a bit harsh...Dean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that things would be bad.”

“At least you haven’t given me shit about sleeping with him.”

“Sam really…”

“Nah. Or not directly. He was twitching like he needed to say something or he’d explode. But Eileen was really sweet and Sam seemed resigned to not being nosy. Almost made me want to give him all the details.”

“I haven’t seen you this happy in forever, so as long as this Cas-guy keeps that up, I am going to assume he’s not an asshole.”

“Thank you Charlie. Are you done raiding my closet?”

“What?! I would never…”

“There’s three shirts in your hand! Why can’t you just go get band shirts at Hot Topic or whatever?”

“Because these are actually old. And they’re all soft and…”

“Mine.”

Charlie pouted up at Dean.

“Oh fine you can take one of these. Just one.”

Charlie’s face lit up in a broad smile as she flung her arms around Dean. “I love you.”

“I know,” he finished.

“So when are you seeing him again?”

“He’s coming over Friday again for another movie night.”

“He’s not busy at the corn maze? I would figure that night would be hoppin’.”

“Apparently Cas managed to outsmart his cousin Gabe. He’s been threatening to quit if Gabe won’t give him Fridays off so he can see me. And since Gabe is still in Cas’ doghouse over the whole ‘pretending to be Cas to set him up on a date’ thing, Cas gets his way, and I get a nice end to my week.”

“So what are you hoping to get out of Gabe as your own payback?”

“Not sure. But I plan on making sure he knows he owes me.”

“Won’t the two of you owe him if this works out to be some sort of happily ever after situation?”

“Hell no. He didn’t introduce us, and I may have been toying with the idea of convincing you to take us back to the corn maze if I hadn’t heard from him.”

“You were not.”

“I mean, I hadn’t asked you yet, but I was going to.”

“Dean Winchester when you fall, you fall hard don’t you.”

“There’s something about him, Charlie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They sat there for a few moments quietly, Dean’s head full of Cas.

Friday couldn’t come too soon. Dean was relieved that nothing important had come into his inbox in the last hour of his workday as he was struggling to keep him mind on anything that didn’t directly tie into his upcoming date. He bounced between sorting through his emails to structure next week’s work priorities (you’re welcome, future Dean) and binge tidying his fairly neat apartment. But still, what if Cas noticed that he couldn’t see his reflection in the faucet in the bathroom? Better give it a quick wipe, and there were some spots on the mirror so best windex the whole thing. Overall he was glad Charlie couldn’t see him because she’d be laughing so hard at his frenetic behavior.

And then work was done and Dean was inspecting himself with the same once-over he gave the apartment, searching for any hairs he might have missed shaving, and maybe he should trim his eyebrows? Scissors in hand, he thankfully paused before the first snip, realizing that if he screwed it up, he might not have eyebrows anymore, and Cas hadn’t minded when they went out before right?

He put on the softest, snuggest tshirt he could find, since he knew it showed off his wide shoulders. And he put on real pants since after one date, it’s not like they reached the ‘wear whatever is comfy because I am definitely taking off all your clothes’ stage. Or the one that friends like Charlie said came after that, which involved loving how they looked even in worn-in pajama pants and a holey tshirt.

Dean hadn’t reached that stage with anyone. Even around Lisa, he knew that there was zero chance that a shirt with any holes would survive longer than it took for her to notice it. He never even saw Lisa looking less than intentionally put together, even with the flu. It was all perfectly pressed pajama sets and matching robes of varying weights. He was pretty sure that if they’d lasted to Christmas, he’d have found himself wearing matching red plaid pajamas with Lisa and Ben both. Perfect little matched-up family like something out of a magazine.

A firm knock on the door and Dean’s musings on the past disappeared like fog on a sunny day. Dean almost tripped over his own feet in his haste to throw open the door. He sucked in a sharp breath, flushing as he took in the sight of Cas.

“Hello Dean.”

“Hey Cas. What’s the word?”

“An abbreviated version of my name.”

Dean grinned in spite of how bad that joke was, but Cas managed to be so deadpan. Up until their eyes met and Cas’ face broke into a matching grin, that is. “Come on in, man.”

Cas walked through the door, snaking his arm around Dean and pulling him in for a kiss. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all week.”

“Yeah?” asked Dean breathlessly.

“Yes.” Cas hung his coat up on a hook behind the door and followed Dean to the couch.

Dean felt suddenly very awkward, his mind bare of anything to say or do. He felt his cheeks heat as Cas stared at him with his head cocked to the side. “Sorry man. I just…I’ve been so excited about you coming over and now you’re here, and I…”

“Dean,” interrupted Cas. “You don’t have to say anything. Should I not have kissed you?”

“You absolutely should have kissed me! No. That’s not. Argh. Sorry, sorry. Lemme try again?”

“Of course Dean.”

“It’s so good to see you. How was your week?”

“Better now that I’m here.”

Dean smiled, relaxing some. “Why Mr. Novak, are you trying to seduce me?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Surprised laughter burst out of Dean. “No?”

“Seduction implies effort to achieve physical intimacy, that there is some barrier to overcome, or some influence to exert.”

“So you’re saying I’m easy?”

“I’m saying that we are clearly very horny for each other, so nothing we do tonight will involve seduction but will instead be based on whether we are both interested in participating in specific acts involving each other’s bodies.”

Dean blinked at that statement and then laughed again. “Are you always going to respond like this to my outrageous flirting?”

“No. Sometimes I’m going to respond like this.”

With no warning Cas launched himself at Dean, pinning him to the couch as their mouths met hungrily, greedily. Other things met as well and Dean had not one bit of doubt that they were indeed both horny.

He could get used to this.

[askthetripfamily]

*Solar and twilight blush*

Twilight: you want to go on a date?

dn's turn

[meandthebitch]

[learningtobalance]

I have another date today just going for coffee again. But it’s fricking 30 degrees, also this is a non scale victory too cause this dress finally fits and I look so fucking cute 😬😍😍

[rudemaidenswrite]

Sweet Revenge Kisses

Part 3

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

RK800 Connor x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian                        not beta’d

Part 1 Part 2

It’s been five days since were arrested and you have not contacted Connor at all. He also has not tried to contact you. Not that you have been counting the days. You don't know whether to feel embarrassed or angry that he hasn't said anything about your behavior, and that is why he can no longer pursue a relationship with you. But it was nice while it lasted.

“Andrew make sure the grease trap is empty.” You wipe off the outside bar.

“Got it.”

“Y/N?”

Speak of the devil. “Connor? What are you doing here?” Startled, he’s standing a few feet away dressed like he’s homeless.

“I came to check on you and Andrew.” Connor remains calm and monotone.

“Well I'm doing okay. Andrew’s inside if you wanna talk to him.” You point to the door.

“Thank you.” Connor nods and walks around to the side. “Hello Andrew.”

“Oh hello Detective Connor. What can I do for you?” Andrew sets the dishes down to face Connor.

“I’m not a detective, I work as an advisor for the DPD on human-android relations and assist Lutueinate Anderson.”

“Oh well…” Confused Andrew pauses trying to figure out what to say.

“You can just call me Connor. I came to check on how you are adjusting after the incident.”

“I’m doing...okay. Y/N explained that some people would not understand and would cause problems. But I never thought that it would happen to me.... It was an experience to learn from once i got over the shock.”

“Very insightful Andrew.”

“Yes Y/N has been very helpful adjusting in my deviancy.” Andrew smiles with his response.

“How did you become defiant?”

“I don't really know. Y/N says I was attacked by the feels one day.”

“The feels?” Connor asks specifically. No one has yet used words like that.

“Feelings. One of our regulars was an elderly lady, from Rhode Island. It was just the kindness she showed me and the overbearing sadness I felt when she passed.”

“I see how that would active deviancy.” With a slight nod Connor agrees. Feelings such as that would activate deviancy.

“Have you talked to Y/N?”

“I asked her how she doing before coming in here. Why?” Connor is surprised at this question.

“You were the one she went on a date with right?” Andrew asks as if he knows the answer already.

“How did you know that?”

“She said there was an impromptu date with an android. She likes him enough to carry on the relationship but doesn't know how to address it because he works with Gavin. And Gavin is well Gavin.”

“Detective Reed hates you?”

“I don't think so, I know he tolerates me. We haven't reached that level of friendship. But Y/N said she would beat him up if he doesn't treat me like a decent human being.” Andrew shrugs.

“She threatened him into behaving?”

“Yes, but you didn't hear it from me.”

“Thank you Andrew for your time. It was a pleasure speaking with you.”

“Likewise.” Andrew nods while returning to work.

Connor smiles and exits. Rounding the corner he is surprised to hear you singing.

Singing you finish closing up outside. “Naneun seuwiseue geonneo gassda. Modeun Yodellersgaissneun gos yodeul-ege baeulyeogohagi. Nae yodel-oh-ee-deewa hamkke naneun keun nop-eun san-eul ollassda. Malg-go hwachanghan nal-e geuligo yodellin 'gal-eul mannassseubnida. Jag-eun seuwiseu syalleeseo ollawa. Geunyeoneun na-ege yodeul-ege galeuchyeo jwoss-eo. Yodeul-o-i-di. Diddly-odel-oh-ee-dee Diddly-odel-oh-ee-dee.”

“You speak Korean?” Connor asks loudly.

“What? No, I barely speak English.” Jumping from his sudden appearance, you quickly process his question.

“But that song-”

“Was from a movie I like, it’s in Korean.” Interrupting you clarify yourself.

“What movie?”

“I'm a cyborg but that's Ok.” You’re a little embarrassed to say it because Connor is an android.

“Excuse me?”

“The movie is called, I'm a Cyborg but that's Ok. A young woman believes she's a cyborg, is hospitalized in a mental institution where she eats nothing and talks to inanimate objects. She comes to the attention of a ping-pong playing patient who steals other people souls, makes it his goal to get her to eat.”

“Oh, that explains a few things.” Connor makes a face that seems like the light bulb has gone off.

“Explains what?” That comment made you slightly angry. Sounding as if he came to the conclusion you are crazy.

“Nothing, you have an interesting menu.” Realizing his mistake Connor points at the menu board.

“.... Thanks. Everyone has to bring their own creativity to this business.”

“You have vegetarian options.”

“Um yeah many of my neighbors are vegans. I've learned that even if you're not vegan many people prefer to have the option.” “Very considerate.”

“I guess, but it's more like knowing your target consumer.”

“Good rule to follow.”

“Do you need something? Or are you just killing time?” Crossing your arms you address the issue head on.

“I do have a question for you.”

“And?”

“Oh.. when would you like to go out on another date?”

“What? You want to go out again?” You’re floored by the question.

“Yes. Was that not the general consensus?”

“I-I thought that after me being arrested you wouldn't want to be associated with a possible felon.”

“No. I admit it was confusing and concerning how the day's events went. But I find your company… enjoyable.”  Connor’s blush returns, turning his ears a deep blue.

“Okay... well do you wanna help me tamper with Gavin's desk tonight. So that it's all set for tomorrow?”

“Are you sure you're not trying to lead me down a criminal path?”

“Noooooo.”

“Okay.”

“Good, well why don't I meet you outside the police station in an hour?”

“I will be waiting.” Connor smiles.

That he did. It took some convincing before Connor actually helped with the tampering but he got you inside easily and was the look out. Then that was it, you didn't hear from him until late afternoon when he sent you a video. Watching the video you almost peed yourself. Connor had recorded Gavin opening his desk for you. Unaware Gavin just casually opened his drawer and the confetti shooted out causing him to spill his coffee. Then Gavin's angry texts made it the best day ever!

Angry Homo: You bitch 😠

Y/N: Happy Birthday!!!!!! 😆

Angry Homo: I hate you. You're never allowed at my desk again.

Y/N: You loved it don't deny it!

Angry Homo: …….

~

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Y/N! Y/N! Open up!” The words are slurred as you approach the door.

“Good damn it Gavin! Your drunk.” Moving to the side he stumbles past you slumping on the couch. “What the hell are you doing her? It's 2AM. You should be sleeping, you have work.”

“Fuck work.”

“Gavin we are not doing this again. You can't quit your job because you're resentful.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah yeah move over you can't take up the whole couch.”  You shove his legs off the couch, sitting on the arm rest.

“Ugh…”

“Why are you drunk on my couch this time?”

“You fucking the tin can or what?” He shouts loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Gavin! That's none of your business but no we are not. We are not dating either, we've only been on two dates.”

“Shocker… seeing that my own sis is conspiring against me.”

“Oh my god. Stop being an angry closet homo. Connor is not Geoff nor that sex android.”

“Still programmable... for evil… all should….die.” The slurring becomes worse.

“This is bullshit. We both know it.  You're my brother, I know you. You're a submissive tsundere who loves animals and never forgets a birthday. This projected persona of assholeness. Is really annoying. So what is really going on?”

No response just angry grumbles, annoyed you go to bed. Slamming the door shut.

“They're getting married.” The whisper fades into the cushion.

~

Making a cup of coffee you sit at the table and sort yesterday's mail. A certain envelope peaks your interest and name of the sender is what concerns you.

You storm past Connor and Hank, aiming directly for Gavin.

“Mutherfucker!” You slam the envelope down.

Gavin jumps. “What the hell?”

“This is why you've been extra bitchy? They sent you an invitation.” You glare at him.

“How did you-”

“They sent me one too.” Gavin looks off to the side indicating a yes. “Fuck it. I'm going to kill him.” Gavin bolts up dragging you out the back door. Opting for privacy.

Connor walks to Gavin’s desk to see what has started this fight. “Connor I wouldn't do that.” Hank calls.

“I'm only collecting data.” Connor picks up the opened envelope. “It's a wedding invitation from Geoffrey Sprouse and Adam. There's no other last name.”

“Connor, l would leave it alone. Gavin will shoot you.”

“Why? If wedding invitations are being sent, then this public knowledge.” Connor returns to his desk.

“Fuck.Why me?” Hank sighs. “Connor did you listen to anything Y/N just said?”

“Mutherfucker. Gavin's being extra bitchy because of the wedding invitation. Y/N is going to kill him.” Connor recites everything back.

“You're supposed to be an RK800 prototype. How is none of this connecting?” Silence from Connor. Hank looks around quickly before leaning closer. “Don't tell anyone and you did not hear it from me. Geoffrey from the invitation is Gavin's ex boyfriend. Y/N dubs Gavin as a angry closet homo. We just called it gay rage.”

Connor's LED light is spinning back and forth between hello and red.

“You okay Connor?”

“Yes...just processing.” Connor nods slowly.

Outside Gavin lights a cigarette. “Fine. Yes they sent me a wedding invitation a week ago. That's why I've been bitchy!”

“They are not worth it. Well Geoff needs a good beating.” Aggravated you rub your forehead angrily.

“He needs to suffer and die.”

“He's not the only one who needs to go….” Shrugging you agree but that’s not topic right now.

“What?” Gavin stares questionly at you.

“You wanna crash it?” Smirking you glance back at him. Gavin just lets out an annoyed sigh. “Well?”

[bouvardiia]

Carmon: So you can tell me what you and I did last night.

Zach: Huh, what did we do?

Carmon: Come on! Tell me!

Zach: If you go on another date with me, I will tell you.

Carmon: But it’s not even noon.

Zach: We’ll have brunch.

Carmon: Oh all right.