clone characters when you tell them that you're sleeping on the couch tonight as a prank (my headcanons)
a/n: HELP why did i feel bad while writing this ugh my babies
hunter has a suspicious instinct for everything, so he doesn’t often fall for your pranks, he questions them. he stands over you with an unimpressed expression as you pretend to set up the couch, his arms crossed and his jaw set. “anything you wanna tell me first?” he asks in a low voice, trying to gauge if he pissed you off, and that might be why you’re doing this in the first place, but you look as unbothered as ever. “nope,” you reply cheerfully, “good night—” you squeal when he lifts you up from the couch while muttering, “alright, enough of this…”
tech knows you well, almost too well for you to pull something like this. he looks unfazed at your declaration as he takes his specs off and places them on the nightstand, even though his mind is going through all the possible things he could’ve done wrong today that warrants this choice. but he’s also confident enough to play your little game, playful when it comes to trading theories. he raises his eyebrows at you, his lips slightly curved in amusement. “i doubt you’d last more than ten minutes.” he pauses. “and that’s being generous.”
wrecker laughs loudly at first, taking it as a joke, but your straight face lasts just long enough for his smile to fade into a confused frown. “wait, you’re serious? but…we can’t both fit…” he says sadly, realizing he’ll be alone tonight. you try not to break as you cup his face, stroking his cheek when you tell him, “i just want to give you more space, y’know?” he wraps his arms around you to keep you from leaving and shakes his head against your stomach. “but i don’t need more space, i need you,” he mumbles, “will you stay if i try not to snore?”
crosshair cocks his head to the side, a little sarcastic as he asks “tired of me already?” you shake your head. “mm-mm, just wanna sleep on the couch tonight, that’s all.” he narrows his eyes at you. “fine, then,” he stretches out, testing you in return, “more room for me.” he smirks when he sees you start to falter in your little prank. of course he wants you to break first. you mutter, “asshole,” under your breath as you walk away, only to be swept up from your feet and carried back to bed by the man who likes to annoy you up close and personal.
echo sits up and grabs your hand, surprised by your words. he looks up at you with worried, kind eyes that make it difficult for you to keep pretending. “something wrong?” he asks before hesitating. “did i do something wrong?” he’s so sweet it makes you feel guilty, so you shake your head, giggling apologetically as you tell him, “no, no, i was joking, i’m sorry…” and you wrap your arms around his head to hug him to your stomach while he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, slowly embracing you in return. “so, you’re not mad?” he mutters under his breath.
wolffe looks at you like you just sprouted two more heads, a mix of incredulity and irritation. he ends your little prank as soon as it started, his tone blunt when he replies, “no, you’re not.” you fold your arms over your chest, trying to stand your ground just to push his buttons a little more. “says who?” you say. he grabs you by the front of your sleep shorts, tugging you to the edge of the bed where he sits with a stern scowl. his fingers are cold and calloused against your stomach, dragging side to side slowly along the curve of your underwear. “says me,” he says, his sharp gaze telling you that he’s not playing.
fox slides his hands down his face slowly and exhales like he’s trying to stay patient. he spends the whole day waiting for this moment, to relax and unwind with you, so hearing that you “want” to sleep on the couch pisses him off a bit—just like you planned. “i’m not in the mood,” he warns in a low voice. “you’re always in a mood,” you tease him, yelping in surprise when he yanks you into bed and rolls over on top, pinning your wrists to the mattress. he leans down and traces his nose along the side of your face. “you wanna know what kind of mood i’m in?”
cody kneels down to your eye level in front of you as you get comfortable in the couch. “you think i’m buying this, huh?” he says, cocking his head to the side like he’s giving you a chance to fess up. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, tucking your chin under your blanket. he shakes his head at you and stands to go back to bed, only to return with his pillow that he lays on the ground beside you before plopping himself down. “guess we’re both spending the night out here then,” he sighs, folding his arms behind his head, stubbornly clingy.
mayday lets out a slow and deep chuckle. “and why are you doing that?” he asks, his tone patient as he looks at you with a soft, observant gaze. “i just want a change for tonight, that’s all…” you tell him. he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from leaving. his lips brush your ear when he murmurs, “you have a perfectly warm bed, and i’ve been waiting to get you in it all day…” he sighs and drops his voice an octave lower, almost barely audible. “if i did something wrong, let me make it up to you, yeah? how’s that?”
rex furrows his eyebrows and then sighs, shaking his head. “if one of the boys put you up to this, i swear…” he mutters, but you tell him you just want some space tonight, trying not to laugh. he frowns and pats his hand down on the bed next to him to get you to sit, his eyes round with concern as they search yours. “you mad at me, baby?” he asks quietly, leaning in. he tilts his head to the side and adds a soft “hm?” sound. the crook of his finger comes under your chin to make you look up at him. “what’s it gonna take for you to stay?” he murmurs.
fives is pretty sure he knows what you’re playing at, a prankster himself. he hums low under his breath as he tells you, “mm, fine, but give me a good night kiss first. mhm, c’mere.” he beckons for you to come toward the bed. you oblige, a bit wary of what he might have planned in the back of his hand, and your suspicion proves valid, because he quickly grabs you by the waist when you get closer, wrapping you up in his embrace. you have nowhere to go as he tickles you with kisses all over. “you thought i was just gonna let you, huh?”
kix shakes his head and says, “you won’t be comfortable, baby, just stay here.” his arms come around you and he kisses your neck from behind, whispering, “what’s the matter? talk to me…” you glance up at him, smiling reassuringly as you tell him, “nothing, i just want to sleep on the couch tonight. is that okay?” his lips tug in a soft, reluctant frown, and he seems to think for a moment before he quietly offers, “if you need space tonight, i can take the couch instead…” and that’s when you break, giggling as you insist it was just a prank to his relief.
jesse freaks out a bit if he catches any possibility that you might be mad at him. “what, no, why?” he asks, frowning as he takes your hands and squeezes them. “just stay here with me,” he says. “i just want a change, that’s all,” you tell him, laughing in surprise when he wraps his arms around your waist and locks you down tight. “you can’t. i won’t let you,” he mumbles, his voice muffled as he presses his face into your stomach. you try to wriggle yourself free, but he’s much stronger than you, which causes you to whine, “that’s not fair…”
hardcase laughs and spreads out on the bed, patting down on your usual spot. “aw come on, baby, don’t be silly—come here,” he chuckles, but he sits up in surprise when you seem to be serious about sleeping on the couch instead. “really?” he cocks his head to the side, “huh. you wanna tell me why?” you shrug and say, “just want a change, that’s all. is that okay?” he shrugs back and grabs his pillow, suddenly climbing out of bed. “sure, as long as i can join you…” he grins and sweeps you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head as he walks out.
gregor equates getting sent to the couch with getting in trouble, so he wonders why you’ve opted to sleeping there yourself. confused, he scratches the back of his head and says, “d’you want me to keep you company?” which makes you laugh and shake your head. “no, no, it’s okay,” you stroke the top of his head and kiss it. “you can stay here, i just want some space tonight.” his eyebrows draw together at the word “space,” and he catches your wrist right as you pull away. he stares up at you. “you’re mad at me, aren’t you?” he says.
howzer refuses to let you go to the couch until you give him a real, believable reason. this is why it’s impossible to prank him with these kinds of things, because he just calls “bullshit” until he gets the truth out of you. he raises his eyebrows at you as you scramble for an explanation. “mm, i don’t think so. try again,” he says, his tone unimpressed while he shakes his head. you sigh and confess that it was a prank, which makes his gaze soften. he embraces you in his arms with a relieved exhale. “we’re okay, right?” he whispers in your ear.
emerie looks at you like what you just said doesn’t make any sense to her. “but you hate sleeping on the couch,” she says, “and you move around too much for that anyway…” you wave off her words, replying, “i’ll be fine, i just want some space tonight.” she tries not to look hurt, avoiding your gaze as she tells you, “well, i’ll be here if you change your mind…” and then she startles when you groan, immediately folding at the soft sadness in her voice. you cup her face and kiss her gently, whispering, “i’m sorry, it was just a prank,” her eyes widening.
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