✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚛 | 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 | 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚋

Brett glances at the dog next to him, slobbering over his pants. He didn't have the strength to do what had to be done, he didn't have the flexibility for Ron to like him, and he didn't have the leadership to replace Reagen when she needed him most. And not the courage to do what he really wanted. How was he going to be enough for them? For Y/n. The Ambassador of Earth. While they were stopping war conflicts with a few words, he was here with only one. Yes. Luckily, they were dumb enough to accept his feelings. But Brett knew deep down he wasn't enough for them, and not nearly good enough for their love. Or their sympathy.

That's when a finger grazed his ear, "You- forgot this." A voice said, pulling a key card from behind his lobe. Y/n wasn't a normal ambassador by any means, they convinced their world leaders by using cheap magic tricks that had no solutions. It was still a debate to this day at Cognito Inc., on whether magic really was real and they were using it- or it was all an elaborate trick. Y/n denied answering either rumor, which irritated Reagen the most, but Brett found himself entranced by every word they said. That's how it began, but this is how it is now.

Brett looks up, "Oh hey- I was looking for that." He tried to smile for the magician, but that was the cheapest trick Y/n had ever seen. They took a seat beside the man, knees to their chest. "Why are you sad?" They asked, skipping through the small talk, it wasn't needed on Brett. "I'm not sad- whattt?" He lied, eye bags squinting. "Hmm." Y/n hums, tilting their head. He sighed, it was hard to lie to anyone for him in general. But Y/n was the one he loved, it made it even harder. Especially since their whole job was language.

"You got me. You always get me." Y/n began to scoot closer to him, as he opened his mouth. A blush appeared on his cheeks, but he let the words spout from his mouth. "How do you get everyone to like you? I know it's your job and everything- but you're always on top of your game- and- sometimes I just- wish I had some of that." Brett said. Y/n blinked, almost cluelessly. "Brett- you're the top-voted employee in this building- every month. It's not just because you're hot- or the way you part your hair- it's because you're likable. You're you. You may think you're lacking in personality- but I don't think I've seen anyone with as much emotion as you."

Y/n took a breath, "and that's- one of the things I love about you." His eyes widened, "You- love me?" He pointed at himself, in utter awe. Y/n blushes, "Yeah. I do. And you don't have to-" "I love you too!" Brett tackles them with a hug, attack-kissing their face. Y/n giggles, before cupping his face and leaning back in. Brett's hands land on the concrete below them, his body hovering above theirs. Until a certain other golden retriever jumps into their laps. Y/n laughs, leaning their head onto the man's shoulder. "You left him out! Brett- why would you do that?!" They teased, nuzzling the puppy's face.

"No- Basketball Dog- I didn't mean it! Please-" Brett hugs the dog with them, "I hope he grows super intelligence. Dogs have much more conscience than humans. Don't you?" Y/n plays with his paws. "Really? Well, it does make sense.." Brett looks closer at the pup. "you know how I got this job right?" Y/n asked, leaning back onto the concrete, letting both golden retrievers follow. "Yeah- I know this one! You tricked the man upstairs and the man downstairs." Brett said, pulling them to lean on him. "That sounds a lot cooler than what actually happened."

Brett leaned closer, waiting for them to finish. "I was in a pinch. I was a fresh corpse- and I was at a bypass. Heaven or Hell. So I went upstairs first and told him a story. It was a bit sad- so he cried- so hard it flooded hell. The red guy gets absolutely pissed- but I meet him at the gate. I tell him the same story, in reverse. He balls his eyes out, drying the water in hell." Y/n said, "In the end, I told both of them that the other had made the story- because they did. Kinda? I dunno but it worked- I told a truth-lie. Proving both of them are liars but also not- so they had to send me back."

"Woah.. What was he like?" Brett asked, "Uh- Which one?" Brett points up. "Oh. Him. He was nothing." Brett looked shocked, "No- I mean like- actually nothing. He was just a weird thought. Like when you imagine our little guy's voice- I think it's different for everyone." They look at the smiling pup. "But how did you know he was there?" She shrugs, "A feeling. Never believed in anything like that till I met the guy. So maybe he isn't real- in a way we think." Brett was frozen in thought, before grabbing his head. "Agh- This is too complicated! I don't know what to think!" Y/n laughs, "Good. Being confused is fine. I'm confused all the time!" She smiles brightly.

Brett begins to form a smile on his face, "Really? But you always look like you're one step ahead." Y/n parts his hair, "I'm an entertainer- that's my job. Like how you wear a suit." His eyes widened as a 'o' came from his mouth. He covered her hand with his own, "How did it happen?" Y/n's face fell. But he waited nonetheless, grasping her hands in his palm with a squeeze. Brett had always been a yes-man. He always listened to the social cues, where he shouldn't do something or should do it the next. But with her, now, he followed that beating heart in his chest. And it told him to ask her, the question that burned in his mind the moment he heard the story. "A bad man.. A really bad man."

She had been murdered. "Wait- You weren't- murdered were you?" She leans into his hand, "The shadow government always wanted the population under control, when they started with the 'free gun control' act- I was like 12. My school was the only one in the Detroit district that got hit." "He shot you?" Brett asked, leaning closer. "Both of us." She told him, "My sister was there." He never knew Y/n had a sister. "You had a sister?" He muttered, "But she didn't.." "She didn't do what I did." Her eyes were glassy. "I'm so sorry- I'm so so sorry-" Brett threw her into a bear hug. "I promise I'll never let anything like that happen again- I'll talk to Reagan about moving the laws- I'll-" "I'll be there."

She hugged him back, tears welling in her eyes. "I'll- run for president again and guns will be banned- forever- everywhere!" He pulled her closer, head on top of hers. He was like a momma bear, with an iron grip on his cub. He pulls Air Bud into the hug, "We will- I mean." "I know you will. You got your mind set on it." Y/n said, "But do you think just a puppet show would do?" He spins her around with a gasp. "An informative show on how the violence of guns affects the public?! You're a genius Y/n!" She had never heard him say so many long words in a sentence before. It was crazy. A blush appeared on her cheeks, he was taking charge.

"Let's go back in. I'll help you sew the arms together." He grabbed her hand, before picking up his best bud. "Did you hear that Air Bud? We are putting on a play!" The 3 walk back into the building of Cognito Inc., set on the other. She didn't want him to get involved in the higher-ups of Cognito, she'd make sure of it. Like how he'd make sure guns were just a bad memory.