#jukebox post

I match you with Josh!

Josh would love you! It’s been a while since his time as a college lecturer but he’s happy to know all about your fascination with history and literature pieces and discuss historical topics with you - he’ll ask for recommendations too if there are any you seem particularly interested in - he still has a wealth of knowledge related to various scholarly reading sources in relation to his previous job and is more than happy to share it with you in return. It isn’t often that Josh is able to share these things with others so you can be sure that your interest alone means a lot to him.

The two of you can often get into good hearted debates depending on the topic, bouncing ideas, facts and opinions back and forth during especially in depth conversations; it’s a refreshing experience that more often than not can switch from topic to topic until you’re both finished - be careful not to get too carried away though because this guy knows how to construct a counter argument and a half when he gets into it - and adorable sight but likely to get some words of protest from the other Jericho members.

Josh can certainly appreciate your drive to work hard but he gets worried if you keep overworking yourself! He’ll help you set up a work schedule if you’re insistent on continuing to work, one that hopefully isn’t quite as taxing on your health. He’s seen his fair share of students who burned themselves out that way (especially during exam season) so he’s probably picked up on a few helpful tricks to prevent it. With that being said he will push the importance of getting proper rest and nutrition if you overwork yourself, often coaxing you away from your work to make sure that you’re doing okay.

It’s no bother at all hun! Mach ups are always fun to do~! Speaking of whiiicchh-

I match you with Rupert!

Rupert often spends the night times with you to watch you work or just to hang around you - he takes care of the pigeons during the morning hours and most of them have settled down for the night by the time that you come over so you won’t always get the chance to see them, but he’ll still tell you about some of the ones he’s names to pass the time as you work. He’s surprisingly fascinated watching the animation process when you draw, and you’ll probably find him resting his head against your shoulder, eyes following the screen or page intently whenever you’re drawing or writing.

Rupert’s somewhat more reclusive in light of his current position, however he often spends time overlooking the street view of the city from Detroit’s rooftops and he’s collected quite the list of places in the area which have caught his eye, and he’ll bring them up to you whenever you head out with friends. He will tag along sometimes, although it may take a bit of assurance and time to convince him that it will be okay; the more the two of you go out together the more confident he’ll become exploring the cities sights.

Being an android, Rupert can’t quite enjoy your cooking as much as you can, but he can still appreciate the smell that fills the kitchen whenever you’re cooking. The sweets are especially pleasant and seeing the smile on your face when you whip up something sugary makes his face flush like all heck.

I match you with Simon!

It’s likely that your affinity towards androids is what initially gravitates him towards you - he respects anyone who is so open with their support and the fact that you see him as the same as humans is something which Simon greatly appreciates, which in turn only deepens the more that he gets to know you. Your beliefs of RA9 and the goddess is something which catches him off guard at first - it’s certainly something he hadn’t thought about before but if you’re willing to discuss it with him further he’d be happy to hear all about your reasonings and theories. He finds your love of plants cute and one the chances that he’s able to get out into the city he likes taking you to the park to observe all of the plant life meticulously flourishing there. It warms his heart to see you smile when you stop to admire particular batches of plants, and the fresh air and open space helps him clear his head and imagine taking you here more often under much better circumstances, when he can forget about the stresses of the impending revolution and focuses just on the two of you.

Heyya~! Thanks for dropping by :D probably obvious but i Knew right away who you’d be great with~! So without further ado-

I match you with Ralph~!

Ralph would absolutely adore you! Though Ralph would be initially hesitant around you that persona would soon melt whatever apprehensions you had about him - he goes out of his way to return any affection given his way and the way your feistiness becomes nothing but soft and comforting around him makes his synthetic heart practically melt. The two of you come to a mutual understanding to take as long as it takes to properly open up to one another and he’d quick to pick up on all of the people you’re comfortable around as well as the others you’re more likely to keep at arm’s length to help gauge whenever you’re comfortable or uncomfortable in the presence of others.

You can be guaranteed that the moment Ralph learns about your budding greenhouse he’ll be all too eager to help you maintain it. The green thumbs his model’s known for hasn’t dampened in the slightest since his deviancy, if anything it will only flourish as the two of you work on growing and expanding the plants that you already have. He’ll often even bring other plants to add to your growing garden be it succulents or other plant life you’d like to take of, each one with little names he’s affectionately picked out that’ll settle right at home with the rest of your greenhouse.

He enjoys listening to you read or watching you draw when you’re not working on the greenhouse together, and he’s more than happy to draw along with you, with most of his drawings being of you or random little messages scribbled onto the corner of your drawings - investing on a few packs of sticky notes though and you’ll definitely find his put them around places for you to find, ranging from little tidbits of info or pure sweetness in the messages and drawings left behind. Depending on the attitudes your cats have towards Ralph he’ll make an effort to get along with them, and understands if they take a while to open up to him. He’ll have plenty of fun keeping them entertained with cat toys and sneaks them treats when he thinks you’re not looking (even though it’s real obvious) and more often than not you’ll find your cats stretched out all over him, practically purring when you’re not fussing them yourself.

First fic of 2019! :D I’m terrible at finishing fics so it ends a bit abruptly but I do hope that it’s up to par! Also winged the dialogue so lemme know if I fucked it up :’)

- Ghost

———-

Gordon Bennet had been told it would only be for a few days. Bragg had called him in and told him as much when they’d first suggested sending someone in under a patient guise to keep watch. Just a few days to gauge if the treatments were successful and the problems with the breach were resolved, and then Gordon could kick back and enjoy a hearty raise and all the perks it entailed. He thought he should have asked more questions, suggested a contingency in case things backfired, but there wasn’t enough time to dwell on it before he’d shrugged on the patient clothes and sat down in the dingy, low lit room, heels bouncing restlessly on the floor waiting for the orderly to come.

When the door finally clicked he perked up, watching Abe wheel the patient in and help the guy get on his feet and over to the bed before leaving, looking almost too happy to be out of there. His charge wasn’t fully awake yet, Gordon realized, watching the gradual  rise and fall of the other man’s chest when his eyes didn’t open, and Gordon took the opportunity to properly gauge his new roommate.

He didn’t look the investigator type that he’d imagined, but he definitely couldn’t have pulled off pretending to be a doctor here like he’d apparently planned; frankly Gordon wanted to laugh, half wishing he’d been on shift to watch this guy scurry around like some kind of elaborate spy thinking he could get away with it. This newcomer was fresh faced and healthy, minus a slight flush from the permanent chill, and it was a welcome change from the sunken faces he was used to seeing, one he’d have to get used to over the next couple of days.

It took awhile for the guy to wake up, long enough for Gordon to rehearse things and make it believable, and the confused, blank expression on the patients face as he looked around the room only drove home to idea that Gordon wasn’t getting anything out of him just yet. Gordon guessed he remembered little, but didn’t realize just how little until he’d try coaxing a name out of the patient, seeing him stare down at the floor for a few moments, searching for something before eventually answering.

“I don’t know.”

—–

This stay was going worse than he’d first thought. It was either bearably cold or downright freezing, a dingy mattress already doing in his back while he slept; it almost made Gordon miss the heating in his office, and it was only getting worse over time. He probably would have found a way to sneak back to it by now if he didn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances - it looked like he was in it for the long run.

Time passed, and Gordon monitored his charge as instructed but only ever had short responses and long pauses to ever report back on; frustrating, but he’d handled worse. He’d almost considered letting Bragg know they’d succeeded in wiping the memories and call it done until the second night.

He’d woken up to find the patient shaking him, calling his name until he grunted to let him know he was finally up.

“-I’m a reporter” Was the only thing he heard, and suddenly Gordon was awake.

“What?”

“I’m a reporter - was, I think. I just - I, I don’t know but it feels true.” He looked almost ecstatic to know, the happiest he’d seen th guy since the beginning and Gordon felt his heart dropping into his stomach realizing this wasn’t going to be nearly as clean cut as he’d first hoped.

Gordon sighed and ran a hand over his face, pushing himself up onto his elbows and shifting to give the patient enough room to prop themselves against the bed.

“Okay” he said finally once they’d settled down. “What else do you remember?”

The rest of the night was spent trying to prod more memories out of him but Gordon couldn’t get much more information aside from the initial realisation and soon the conversation had turned to Gordon’s own story. It took a good few white lies and masked truths until his answers satisfied his patients nagging curiosity and they both returned back to their respective beds, where Gordon took the next hour mulling up a report in his fitful attempts to get back to sleep.

—–

The next wave of memories came after Gordon punched him. He regretted it now, fingers pressing against the bright red marks dusting his knuckles and frowning at the sting it left. An unpleasant reminder, one that he told himself he couldn’t leave be, not with everything else going to hell anyways.

The patient had come round some time ago but hadn’t said a word, back turned and staring at the wall, unmoving other then to shift in a useless attempt to get more comfortable. That didn’t change when Gordon sat down beside him. It was only when he reached a hand out to touch his shoulder that he moved, tensing and rolling onto his back, looking up at Gordon where he could get a good look at the side of his face, red and mottled with the growing signs of a forming bruise. Neither spoke at first, expecting the other to say something, anything; Gordon was the first to break the silence.

“Look I-” He paused “-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, well, how is it?”

He watched the patient touch his cheek, a sour expression settling in no doubt feeling the pain throbbing beneath the skin.

“Hurts; but I’ll live” A few moments of quiet passed, and Gordon found himself reaching for the hand still pressed against the patient’s cheek, pausing only when they stopped him with a noise of confusion.

“Can I…?” he trailed off, gesturing towards the patient’s face.

He seemed to mull it over for a few moments before eventually nodding. Taking his face into his hands he took some time to asses the damage, softening his grip once he noticed the discomfort. His face was softer than he thought all things considered, gaunter than before, but he looked otherwise fine aside from the mark growing darker where he’d been hit.

Gordon Grimaced seeing it up close now.

“Yeah, that’s going to bruise - we’ll have to get you something for that - soon, hopefully”

“It’ll be fine; I don’t care about it right now.” This time when Gordon’s charge looked up at him it was a lot more sure than before, less clouded confusion hazing his eyes and more clarity as they said-

“I remembered something else.”

—–

…A week had passed. A week that felt like years with the growing hunger and radio silence from the outside world making things unbearable and things were getting desperate. They were both starving in here, that much was evident, but even through the hunger Gordon could feel the mounting dread that something had gone very, very wrong out there. So what did that mean for them?

Marks marred the metal door, a desperate attempt the two had made to take it down but it still didn’t budge, and now Gordon had retreated back to the window, hands curled in a knuckle white grip against the bars and head pressed against them as he looked out across the spiraling mountain landscape; eerily beautiful but nothing but a big ironic fuck you from the nut job who built this place now that they were trapped.

The patient was curled up on the bed, conserving his strength for the next attempt at the door. He was a lot more alert in light of the returning memories, a small mercy which made him sharper than before, aware. If he cared Gordon would have considered it a loss, something to strike off of the proverbial chalkboard once the experiment was over. It didn’t matter now though, not when they were going to die down in this goddamn hellhole.

Gordon hadn’t even realized he’d booted the wall till pain blossomed up his foot and he hissed sharply, grip tightening as anger burned through his stomach - an anger towards even the very emptiness left there. His head turned at the hand suddenly pressed against one of his own, another hovering against his back as if providing a silent comfort.

The patient looked worse for wear, paler and void of the usual healthy flush that had been there just days before; he wasn’t the only one suffering, Gordon had to remind himself, but he was confused at the smile his charge still had. It was meant to be reassuring he supposed…and in a way it was.

“They’ll come back for us.”

Gordon huffed and turned back to the window.

“Sure if there’s anyone left.”

“There has to be - and they’ll come back when they know something’s happened, they have to-”

“And how do you know that?”

The two were face to face now, staring expectantly for a response from the charge, brow furrowed, and the grip on Gordon’s hand tightening when the other man spoke.

“I don’t know” he said finally, now coming to rest directly at Gordon’s side. “But I have hope; and I know that we’ve got to pull through this together if we’re getting out of here. Because I’m not dying here - and neither are you”

Maybe it was the conviction in the words the man spoke that made him almost believe it, or maybe they were finally getting bold, but the press of lips against his own as soon as the patient finished talking. It must have been a spur of the moment choice by the hesitant tongue catching across Gordon’s bottom lip as he pulled away but it was enough to spark something more.

Gordon was the one to pull him in this time, his kisses a little too eager as the sudden groan from the other man made him pull away long enough to catch the blood welling on the patients lip from the pull of teeth. The sight of it shouldn’t have sent such a rush through him, but the surge of something other than that emptiness spurred him on as the two grappled for each other and closed the gap again, sloppy open mouthed kisses filling the silence with hard breaths and pants. He felt hands digging into the collar of his shirt and was sure his own grip on the others clothes were just as tight as he pushed his tongue past his lips to meet with the patient’s own, a pleased shudder running down his spine at the muffled gasp he received in response.

By the time the two had finally pulled away Gordon was sure the two looked even more a mess than before. The patients face was flushed red as was his lips, now smeared with faint stains of blood that somehow managed to pale in comparison to the giddy grin bringing a light to his face that Gordon had all but forgotten, and Gordon could practically hear his own pulse in his ears when their foreheads came to rest together, hot breath warming his cheeks and more once hands began moving to grip at his undershirt tugging it upwards.

Things were escalating quickly, and Gordon could already tell there was no going back from this, though perhaps that point had been when he decided to go under guise in the first place; but as his hands came to join theirs in the gradual shuffle back to his bed Gordon didn’t want things to go back.

He makes terrible jokes about your love from theater, some of them are in poor taste and come off as rude but if he knows he’s gone too far (likely when some ill placed words gets him socked in the side) he’ll make sure you know that he was only kidding around .

While he doesn’t actively make much of a comment about your shows he will sometimes drop by when he’s on break or after work if you’re taking part in a theater production. He can’t come over to see you as much as he’d want to but your face when you spot him from the audience seats during rehearsals makes the trips worth it.

You take him to shows sometimes but you can be sure he’ll try and heckle like an ass - though you’re more than able to get your own on him if you take him to an interactive theater production as most of his commentary will just garner a good laugh from the audience. Although if anyone else dares to heckle at one of your shows he’ll be shutting them up before they even get the chance to disrupt the performance. (and god help the sucker if they’re sat close to him, he’ll be burning holes into their head for the rest of the show.)

Gavin definitely fucks about with your costumes way too often. The two of you really get a laugh looking back on past performances, especially with some of the more ridiculous costumes you’ve had to don over time. If you have any wigs though please for the love of god pull some pranks on this guy with them - he’ll hate the hell out of it but a good wig and a couple photos and it’ll be a joke around the precinct for the next decade.

If you perform in any musicals you can bet the songs will get stuck in his head. Sometimes you might catch him hum a line or two under his breath before he realizes he’s been caught and curses the fact that he can’t stop hearing the damn tune; you can try and coax him to carry on but that will likely just make him all the more flustered about it.

Long nights are common for the both of you as a result of the hours you have to put into work, and though a lot of time is spent off doing your own things you might sometimes be able to convince him to come help with your rehearsals at home, often with the promise of some good food and some drinks. For all the reluctance that he shows, seeing you practice and get so passionate about the theater is something that he can respect, knowing that you love it enough to actively pursue it, something not many people have the guts to pull off.

I match you with Simon!

He enjoys watching you dance, especially the more upbeat ones because it makes you look so alive and free and he loves seeing you twirl and twist about so long as you’re okay with people watching. He isn’t against joining in too, though you’ll have to coax him into dancing along with you but just taking his hands into yours and assuring him that he’ll do just fine is typically enough to get him moving. Simon prefers the slower dances together though, where the two of you can just idly sway back and forth pulled close together, giving him the chance to bury his face into the top of you head and listen to the thrumming of your heartbeat having you so close.

He loves the sound of your laughter, whether it’s a chuckle or laughing so hard it hurts there’s something about genuine laughter that makes his heart flutter in the beat way; it’s also a good way for him to gauge how you’re feeling talking to other people, knowing when to step in when things turn awkward. You’ll often get a chuckle or two out of him though his laughter is really soft and reserved unless you genuinely catch him off guard, though it’ll fluster him quite a bit once he realizes.

I match them with Ralph!

It’s an unlikely enough meeting, and at first there’s almost a budding animosity between the two of them that really takes a while to resolve, mostly in part due to the fact that Ralph’s rightfully taught himself to distrust most humans from the outset, and Evelyn’s confliction about deviancy only further complicate matters. The first time they cross paths Ralph’s almost terrified that she’ll give him away and he’ll have to flee all over again; however when they next meet he isn’t met with cops like he assumed, the same happening the next time, and the next, and the next, and over time Lynn soon finds that he’ll linger around her more and more often. It’s small steps but they’re a good start.

Over time Evelynn’s going to have to get used to letting down her emotional walls in Ralph’s presence, though he wouldn’t take her short tempered attitude nearly as bad as most people do, if anything it’s kind of cute how he can look past her initial hostility and gauge how she’s feeling the more time the two spend together. When her real personality starts to shine through though Ralph is understandably ecstatic and in turn opens up around her just as much; the optimism is a nice change and it’s something he looks forward to seeing especially when he’s going through some bad emotional phases as it does help him recover somewhat faster once it’s all over. Though her clumsiness is going to be the death of his poor thirium pump - every time her clumsiness actually gets her hurt he freaks out no matter how small it is, and he treats even a tiny cut like Lynn’s going to lose a limb and frets over her until it’s taken care of, it can come off as too smothering but once she assures him she’ll be fine he’ll give her a bit more space to take care of it.

Once he finds out about her sweet tooth Lynn will sometimes come over only to be gifted with a couple treats when he can get his hands on them (best not to ask where he gets them though even if it can be assumed it’s from the store). It’s an understandably sweet gesture and he doesn’t expect anything in return, so if she does decide to return the favor he gets so incredibly giddy about it (plants are probably the way to go, he’ll love showing them off to her to show how well he’s taking care of them.) The fact she’s a cop doesn’t prove to complicate matters as much as either of them would think regardless of what department she’s in, though it might mean she has to be more careful not to draw too much attention when the two meet. Ralph’s happy to stay at home most of the time, but if enough time’s past and he trusts her enough she may be able to coax him out of his comfort zone to make some late night visits to places where he knows they’ll be safe, maybe even a couple car rides around the area - regardless of where he’s just happy someone would take the effort to plan these kinds of little trips.