#writinginstability

[sumeshi-t]

rewrite

Notes: this is hella late lmao but this is for @writinginstability's 1k writing challenge. Like I finally got this done lmao. This was made 1AM so don't expect anything.

Pairing: Connor x reader

Word count: 1619

Prompt: "Unfortunately, I'm not very good at kissing."

You never felt this way, ever, in the so-so years of existing mundanely on earth. Not with any man, any woman, any human.

Yet here you are now, standing beside an android, a machine, that you knew had no real, beating heart; flesh replaced with plastic, veins and arteries replaced with wires, red blood to blue blood. Both of you stared ahead at the bridge in silence, snow beginning to taint your hair and his with white.

It was only a few minutes that you had Hank to get in his car, passing out from the alcohol. You had his gun holstered to the other side of your waist in case he wakes up (which you doubted), for safety measure. Well, you just didn't like it when he pointed that gun at the android beside you, and even more when he points it at himself.

You don't remember well when it started. What "it" was, you weren't so sure of, yourself. You were just another police officer, stressing out about cases here and there. Somehow, you got assigned to deviancy cases, under Lieutenant Anderson, who, somehow became your father-figure upon working closely with him. 

Everything was normal, routinely, until this RK800 came tagging along. 

There was just something about Connor, that made you so... inclined? Interested? Attracted? To him. 

Could it be his little quirks, how skillfully he flips and plays with his trusty quarter when, you mused and wondered whether it was his way to alleviate his boredom? Impatience? Anxiety?

Impossible, you thought. He's CyberLife's last hope for solving deviancy. He doesn't feel anything, or so he says.

Could it be his... personality? That "android innocence"? How he turned out as he is now, with the interactions he's made with Hank, with the interactions he's made with you?

Impossible, you thought. He's CyberLife's last hope for solving deviancy. He couldn't feel anything, or so he says.

Could it be his eyes? Those pools of brown that were supposed to be lifeless, but somehow, still able to bear in them, a myriad of emotions. They exuded a warmth that you've never found in anyone else; you tried denying it, you wanted so badly to disbelieve that his gazes made you feel special, cared for, and dare you say, loved. It was different, he was differentㅡ

Impossible, you thought. He's CyberLife's last hope for solving deviancy. He wouldn't feel anything, or so he says.

Yet why would he go so far as to remove his jacket to drape over your shoulders? Why would he stand so close to you  that your hands on the railing brushed against each other? Why would he suddenly increase his own temperature once he detected that you were feeling cold? 

"Is there something bothering you? This is as much warmth I can offer, but the Lieutenant's car is more capable of giving you that." Connor informs you, his own way of coaxing you into going home, instead of standing aimlessly out in the cold, which wasn't advisable for humans with quite thin clothing.

Was there something bothering you? How dare such an advanced, intelligent android ask you such a dumb question. It wasn't just a single thing. There were questions in your head that you'd wanted answers to; especially with what Hank just declared: Connor was able of showing emotion, and the poor machine unknowingly does it so.

But does he really not know? 

You turn to him, eyes scanning over his perfectly made features, his face seemed to glow with the help of the snow, and the night sky helped so much in making him stand out so much. He is beautiful, that you found yourself taking in another deep breath to regain control of yourself. "Connor," 

The RK800 cursed himself. Just that, just you saying his name that way that no human nor android has ever done before, and he sees his systems reaching levels of instability that he must try to repair, stop, prevent, suppressㅡ

"How sure are you that you do not, cannot, would not, feel anything?"

Oh. 

"I am a machine. The very reason why we are together in this case is because there are machines that mistake themselves as humans. I am not, cannot, would not, be like them."

You raise a brow at his response. True, it may have sounded like some firm resolution, perhaps even a mantra that plays in the recesses of his mind every single day, but there was something ironic to it. "You say that, but call 'those' machines as 'them'." 

You sigh, clenching a hand at your side, mustering enough courage to finally voice out... a confession? Of feelings? Thoughts? Criticisms? You weren't sure what these were that you were going to say.

You were afraid to face it and even call it something. What a cowardly thing to do.

"...it annoys me, and it pains me that I'm feeling very confused. About you, about me, about us." 

Connor reads your stress levels slowly rising, and felt something akin to being troubled. Is that what he caused you? Is that how his presence made you feel? Why is he even thinking about this? He shouldn't care what it is that you think of him. You shouldn't mean anything to him.

Yet he feels so hurt just at the thought of that.

His internal struggling couldn't be seen on his perfect facade, not even his LED indicator showed it, as he maintained it to a nice, neon blue color. 

"Connor I... I think, and... I feel that I like you. I want you, and it's so, so hard. Because I don't understand why I'm like this. I don't know how to react to this, falling for an android? No one has answers for that. No one." You suddenly blurt out, deciding, fuck it, fuck whatever, and you're just going to let it all out.

Connor calls out your name, his hands reaching towards both your shoulders. "I do have an answer to that," he begins, "You're just confused, and you shouldn't dwell on these unnecessary emotions for a thing like me."

The moment those words left him he regretted it. It was like he was saying these to himself as well. He lets go of you soon as he sees the pain and hopelessness in your eyes.

You were hurting. And Connor was at a loss. 

"I know that and somehow I can't. I mean, who would find it normal for a romantic relationship between a human and an android to happen?" Your hand reaches up to cup his face. Connor leans to your touch, and yet you still tell yourself that he didn't.

You tried pulling his face closer to yours and neither of you would admit that Connor was moving of his own accord, that you were inching your body closer to his.

And then he stops; your lips just barely touching, eyes barely open, barely breathingㅡ

"Unfortunately, I'm not very good at kissing."

Connor's LED was half red, half yellow, and all you could do was whisper back, "...you never know until you try, right?" 

^^^Software Instability

So he does.

Connor's lips and yours danced in a frenzy of passion and pent up emotion, so raw, so pure, that it was electrifying. You couldn't decide whether you were shivering from the cold or from the way his heated hands roamed down from your neck, to your sides then to your back, squeezing your hips, pulling you even closer to his body.

If only you were an android, then you wouldn't need to pull away for a breath.

If only you were a human, then you wouldn't need to pull away for me.

Human and android holding the other in each one's arms. They remained there for a full minute, just the other listening to the soft whirring of a thirium pump, and another to a faint heartbeat.

"Think you can want me as much as I want you?" You asked breathlessly, avoiding to look at him, resting your cheek on his chest, once more looking out at the bridge.

"...if only that it was possible, that it wasn't hopeless." The RK800 murmurs, heavily laced with regret with each passing word.

"But it is possible Connor. It's up to you, it's up to me, it's up to us. All we have to do is... try." 

Connor gently pushes you away, now the both of you standing at an arm's length from each other. His LED indicator was back to blue, and he begins to revert back to his "machine" self, his "true" self. 

"Fortunately, for you, you do not have to try anything because... I'm no deviant." 

You smile, bitterly, and it made you look so broken, so fragile. You knew that, you said to yourself. You were wasting your time and energy on such a worthless matter. But you don't regret having this conversation, this moment, that kiss, you shared with him.

"True... but I know... that you want me. Too bad,"

Connor calls out your name, but all you do is remove his jacket, fold it decently before handing it back to him. You spun on your heel, got inside Hank's car and drove away, trying not to let a single tear drop to the steering wheel.

The RK800 fought himself to stop you from leaving, to hold you much longer, to want you the same way he knows that you want him. His systems needed to be checked and rechecked over and over, forcing the messages of chasing after you to be gone from his screens. It was wrong, it was a bad sign for him to "feel" anything.

Because he knows that he can't have you.

[wecanbe-heroes]

Hey Jay! Can I be add me to your tag list please??? I don’t want to miss a thing!! ~nessa 💙

Of course! I’ll add you to my last fic to make sure I do not forget.

[andthentimestops]

Okay this is hella annoying to me and I usually don’t share my opinion on things bc I wanna stay neutral but I’m pissed so:

If you’re gonna offer your “constructive criticism”, make sure it’s 1. Actually legit and not bullshit and 2. it’s actually wanted. This anon’s ask fit in neither of those two categories.

Whether or not someone likes a fanfic author’s writing is subjective and everyone is obv allowed to have their own opinion but pls remember that writing and publishing fanfic is just a hobby?? that people enjoy and do for fun??

If your opinion/“constructive criticism” isn’t warranted or useful then don’t offer it at all. Just don’t read what you don’t want to read, don’t put down writers just because YOU personally don’t like their writing.

Also, if you’re gonna send bullshit like that, show us your face, please. Send that message off anon and then at least I can applaud you for your bravery. The moment you cover up your identity by being anonymous to send hurtful crap like that, you’re instantly a spineless coward imo.

@writinginstability you do you, my friend. Don’t listen to shitty people like this anon.

your writing is somewhat bland...

Sorry

[the-darklings]

[thank you for the 4k!];

Wow. I always feel such a deep sense of shock whenever I have to make one of these posts. These last few months have been crazy to put it simply, and with fewer fics and my changing interests, I never expected so many of you to stick around and actually follow this blog. I’m so lucky to have so many of you with me, and I’m incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. Your support is always overwhelming and even though I’m terrible at keeping on top of everything, please know that I am immensely grateful for each and every like/comment/reblog/message on my fics.

So in order to celebrate this amazing milestone, and to bring the more active flow of fics on this blog, I’m officially bringing back the nightly drabbles. My DBH followers will be more familiar with these but essentially over the span of this month, I’m challenging myself to write 22 drabbles based on this prompt list. 

So what can you expect:

semi-daily drabbles (usually around 1k give or take) 

fandoms: DBH (rejoice~), RDR2, and Marvel (yes, to all of you who have been asking me/eagerly waiting for me to write for Marvel, it’s finally happening. I’m going to be using this celebration as a stepping stone/testing of waters so to speak)

ideally, I want to do/finish these throughout February but it might take me slightly longer

drabbles will not be split equally (5 for dbh, 5 for rdr etc) because I will write each drabble depending on what character that particular prompt reminds me of/inspires me. Some characters that are expected to make an appearance, however: Connor, Nines, Arthur Morgan, Bucky, Loki etc. 

please feel free to leave any other suggestions for this celebration because I would be happy to hear your thoughts.

And finally, under the cut, I'm taking a chance to gush about some awesome friends I have made on this hellsite. So thank you, once again, to all of you for supporting me and reading my stories in ‘18/’19. You’re all incredible! <33

Firstly, to my friends:

@ilikecheesecakeforbreakfast oh man...where do I even start with you, Ali? My good soldier, I’ve never expected to meet someone as awesome and funny on this hellsite but here we are months later and I’m so grateful to have met you. Thank you for putting up with my mood swings, whining, and all the good and bad in between. Thank you for your art, thank you for staying up with me till 5am to talk about trashy ships, and crying over Arthur Morgan. Here’s to making this piggie our this year, pal! *jets down*

@drmsqnc Vina. My sweet, sweet angel. You’re one of my oldest friends on here and I appreciate you so much. I love the fact that sometimes we can go days (even weeks) without chatting but then we can crash into each other’s DMs and it’s never awkward. Your writing skills honestly blow my mind; your fics are so atmospheric and prose lyrical, I’m pretty sure you’re not human most days. Your blog?? Aesthetics goals and just ahhh, you’re amazing!

@deviantramblings Laurennnn. I’m so happy I got to know you better over these last few months. You’re an amazing person with so much talent it blows my mind. I’m glad to chat with you because you’re always so open-minded, and I respect you so much as a person who is passionate about so many things, and always SO supportive. You make me smile a lot, so thank you for being here for me <33

@malanoches Angel. You’re an amazing, brave, incredibly talented person. I told you before how much I appreciate your presence in my life and how much more aware you make me of certain issues now. I admire your passion, I admire your wild spirit that burns so bright I’m in awe of it. Your writing is a blessing to this hellsite so thank you for working so hard on it. I’m glad to call you friend. <33

@sunstrain Oh Bai. Hi. You’re the new addition to this list but I’m honestly so damn grateful I stumbled upon your fic that day. You’re so talented, so funny, and just overall a wonderful person. You’re a beautiful individual both inside and out, and I’m glad so glad to call you my friend. Your tags are always so funny, so thank you for making me laugh with them at the most inappropriate times. 

@connorshero Sadie, oh my sweet Sadie. I know you think you’re mean but honestly?? You’re one of the nicest people I have ever interacted with on this hellsite. Your sweet messages always brighten my day and I love seeing you on my dash. Your writing? Honestly, you could be writing about rocks and I would still love and enjoy it. Never stop sharing your talent with us, please. Love ya bean!

@thedragonkween Oh, Angie...the true Queen of aesthetics and amazing writing. You’re so talented and such a kindhearted person, seeing you on my dash always makes me laugh. Also, I kin your tags more than I would care to admit because they are just that good. You’re amazing and it’s always nice to have another European gal around <33

@hades-ii Yue. I didn’t think so much talent could fit into one person tbh. Amazing writing, incredible and unique ideas AND brilliant and graphic design?? You blow my mind honestly. Your blog is so gorgeous it makes me cry, and you’re an overall incredible person. I can’t wait for the Grisha show so we both can cry over the Darkling together. 

Secondly, to some of the most amazing followers who I always see sneaking into my notifications (or leaving me supportive messages, or mutuals who I don’t talk to as much). I’m so sorry if I forget to mention you, trust me, I’ll probably see your name later, and go ‘oh crap, forgot them’ but honestly?? I could tag you all even though that would take me a while:

@moonlace @dragonfruitdingus @supernatralysupernatural @teigra @rosesaregayy @but-who-saves-you @glitterlizardstuff @esylveon @seasalt-seaweed-goddess @coolmaybelateruniverse @coffeeandmusicinthemorning @sophiealivy68 @geronimo-11 @mynahx3 @negotiator-on-site @wrinkledparchment @blue--blushes @marvelousmorales @thirium-ink @dbh-connor-rk800 @shadows-echoes @deviancy-wasteland @maiden-of-gondor @the-kryomancer @lavenderstages @writinginstability @winterofherdiscontent @littlexmissxmischief @pandemoniumambassador @mywinterivy @dis-weird-girl-over-here @sadroomba @super-flamin-hot-cheetos @idacecyliajadwiga @tropfenlady @fusrobruh @honest-good @negative-blackbird @icecoldsoul1987  @hey-there-cowboy @delightfully-anonymous

[connorfixinghistie]

Take your time, pull me in, push me out

Oneshot - Connor x Reader

ANGST - 27: I wish I’d never met you requested by @mariahlambslbs

Postcard - Troye Sivan

[ Deviant!Connor, genderneutral!reader, angst ]

Sweetie, thank you for your love and support <3 I’m sorry for the angst :’)

You gave it all but Connor was with someone else.

-

He didn’t break your heart.

He ripped your heart out and left a heart-shaped hole in the left side of your chest.

In his hand, your heart was beating so weakly, waiting for the oxygen to run out. You fell on your knees and begged it to stop. Once it stopped beating — beating for him — everything would be normal again. Your heart would be placed back, fixed and healed. But that was impossible, not because he refused to let go. It was you, letting him hold it as long as you still had that little hope.

You’re slowly killing me, Connor.

For so many times, you swore to yourself that you would not care about him anymore. However, you always failed as you surrendered to all the small lovely things he did with you. The smile he gave you when your eyes met, his daily greeting that brightened up your day, and that tilt of his head when he listened to you patiently… He made you feel special, in the way that you shouldn’t, and misinterpreted.

I hate you for that, Connor.

That was not the only thing you surrendered to, unfortunately. After all, you were not the one he said “I love you” to, not the one he placed thousands of kisses on, not the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Instead, you were the one standing in the corner, watching quietly and shedding tears. It put you in extreme pain when you saw them together. It hurt you because he threw your heart to the ground when his lover ran into his arms. The worst about it was they looked so happy, so in love that you felt like you were being stabbed, and all the wounds bled. The words he used to describe the love of his life, the in-jokes that only two of them understood, and the physical intimacy between them that you were too scared to think about.

What’s so good about your babe, Connor?

Was he aware of it — the fact that he could smash your heart if his grip tightened a little bit? No. He was never cruel, never. He was just...oblivious.

“Y/N, how are you? You seem-”

“I’m just tired.”

Sometimes, his questions were harsh.

“Does our intimacy cause you any discomfort?”

Our intimacy? Oh, “our”. With his dear one.

“What do you think?”

“I apologise if it does.”

Of course, he could only apologise. Even if he stopped doing that in front of you, his clingy lover wouldn’t.

At least you care, Connor.

There was no way for you to be honest about your feelings. The truth might ruin your fragile friendship forever. Maybe one day, you would confess and pour your emotions out, but not today.

Will you leave me, Connor?

He meant everything to you, but to him, you meant nothing at all.

Still, you’d do anything for him.

Taking a bullet was never something you thought you would do for real. You crossed that line, and you smiled for the sacrifice. Consciousness was leaving you rapidly, as blood spread underneath your body. Your instinct was to protect him, but his instinct was not to protect you. At that moment, he turned around and covered who he truly loved. That day, you fell to the ground. That night, you woke up in the hospital alone.

You almost gave up, but you knew the next day, he would show up with a bouquet of flowers, and your weakly beating heart.

I wish I’d never met you, Connor.

-

Thanks for reading! It’s short but angst is enough I guess :’) I’m just… slowly working on the requests (which were TWO MONTHS AGO great) Seriously, I’m sorry. Things are just getting worse and I’m getting worse as well.

The requests I promised A MONTH AGO are still in progress because I’m stuck at some point. Apologies to @deviatingmycode, @0-why-do-i-exist-0 and this nonnie. I feel bad about all this.

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Masterlist

[selfships-in-spanish]

I’m a new follower here and I’m happy to find a Connor x reader blog and I feel like I can’t find a lot of active blogs love your blog already! Any active Detroit become human blogs? Possibly any Connor x readers? Stay amazing!

Ahhh thank you so much!! I’m glad you like my trash :_) ♥♥♥

Ohhh well, I’m kinda out of the loop because I got a bit busy :_) (Freelance is harddd, I got commissions and personal projects Dx) 

But for art please check @mysticalkhfan!! She has the most stunning art ever and gods she’s such a sweet cinnamon roll♥♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Her OCs are so amazing and very well thought. (I may have adopted them but shhhh)@ilikecheesecakeforbreakfast!! They have such beautiful art too! Lots of AUs and nines art 👀👌

@mismidnightishere has cute DBH art!! ♥ ♥ ♥

If you are looking for fics, @thedragonkween is a fucking must. She’s such a sweet bean and her writing is simply amazing. I highly recommend reading the Olympus!AU because GIIIIIRL AIN’T THAT A TREAT. You can find me re-reading her stuff at 3am because I have no control of my life

@omi-writings has too!! Amazing way with words ♥ Check them out because dude I came for the DBH and stayed because shit son, good stuff there. Really good stuff!! ♥♥♥

@01010010-posts has the cutest and most awesome headcanons and fanfics everrrrr. I love love love how they portray Connor, Nines and Connor-60!! So different from each other (I may confess their Connor-60 stole my heart okay oh my god let me hug that disaster of a robot. Please) 

 @arsynia has a good deal of fics but honestly, milk & honey is the one that got me. I’m still screaming because jesus fuck the image they write of Connor is sfjfvjkhbhjlhjfasd UNF

@negotiator-on-site, they have a vampire!au that looks very promising 👀@deviantramblings​ amazing drabbles, so much feels. wow.

@writinginstability​ android heaven indeed 👌👌👌

@deviantcrimes​ let me cry at how much I love their fics ohmygoooooooooddddddd THAT’S SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE(also, latinx representation!! IMPORTANT)

@dicax-asina​ You have a Gavin Craving™? Then this blog is for you. We all gotta love our trash raccoon of a man.

@andthentimestops (*takes a deep breath* DID YOU SAY AMAZING CAPTAIN ALLEN FICS??!!?!!? JUST. GO.)

@shadows-echoes (JUST SLAY ME WITH THE MUCH NEEDED FLUFF)

@thedevianthunterrk800 (DID YOU SAY MORE AMAZING CAPTAIN ALLEN FICS??? BECAUSE GO QUENCH YOUR THIRST)

@sunstrain​ I swear I needed a cold shower after the oral fixation one. Damn. But gods, everything is so beautifully written???? Amazing?????

I hope you have an amazing time reading!! 👀 Also I want to thank @mysticalkhfan​ because she helped me out on this one. She just discovered amazing people to me!! And gave me her own fic recs e.e good shit my friends, good shit.👌👌👌👌👌

[stardustdechart-blog]

Admiration

(A/N) Nessa, I want to apologize a thousand times over. I know this is extremely past its deadline, but I have been in a TERRIBLE mental state lately, which has also put me in a equally terrible writer’s block. However, I still really wanted to write this. I feel like I owe it to you. Fair warning, I haven’t written in a long time, so I hope this is okay. @writinginstability

Deviant!Connor (RK800) x Gender Neutral!Reader 

Fluff 

Word Count: 1433

•*•

Connor was slowly adapting to a new world where he was free. This new world was also adapting to him. Slowly, day by day, humans and androids were learning to coexist. Attacks on androids were steadily declining. Some people still continued in their hateful ways toward the androids, but the majority of the population seemed to not mind sharing Detroit with androids. The stares Connor used to get from people were more soft and kind, and some people even smiled at him on the street.  

The one thing Connor couldn’t seem to adapt to was you.

The two of you met around three months ago. He had recently moved in with Hank, and was looking into taking up some new hobbies to pass the spare time he had. He decided to begin with reading, which was the reason he walked into the bookstore that day. The atmosphere was warm, welcoming, and quite pleasant to Connor. He glanced around the miles of bookshelves in front of him. They were so organized and easily accessible. And Connor had no idea where to start.

You, an employee at the shop, must’ve noticed his struggle, and made your way to him. You tapped his shoulder, and smiled.

“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice you look a bit lost. Are you looking for something in particular?” You greeted. You blushed when he turned and you realized how handsome he was.

Connor froze. Every social cue he had learned in his short deviancy escaped his memory. You were probably the most attractive being he’d ever seen. He stammered at first, and took a moment to collect his thoughts.

He finally said, “Yes. I’m looking for a new book to read, but I don’t know where to even begin...Do you have any recommendations?” He desperately wanted to learn more about you. Sure, he could’ve easily scanned you and find out your name, birthday, etc., but he felt that was too much like the machine version of him. Now that he was deviant, he could learn about you, as Hank would probably say, “the old-fashioned way.”

Your smile widened, “I do, actually. Here, follow me.” You grabbed his hand, and lead him through the aisles. Connor felt as though he may have been malfunctioning, but he knew that every system was operational in his body. He couldn’t help but notice how soft your hand was, and how it felt like a perfect fit in his. Yet, you didn’t seem to notice his nervousness; you were determined in your mission to find your book. Connor had no idea what he was feeling; this was completely new to him.

You finally turned in between two bookshelves, and let go of his hand. Connor frowned at the loss of contact, and watched as your eyes scanned the rows of books, your eyes squinted in concentration. Your face lit up when you found it, and you quickly pulled it from the shelf.

“Here it is!” You grinned, and began to gush about the book. Connor listened, but was paying attention to the way your eyes shined and how happy this made you.

You stopped your ramble, “I just realized I never introduced myself. I’m so sorry, I’m (Y/N).” You held out your hand that wasn’t holding the book.

Connor took your hand, and shook it gently, “Don’t apologize, I’ve enjoyed your help. I’m Connor.”

After buying the book, you decided to give him your number, so you guys could text about the book to see if he liked it.

Now, three months later, you and Connor talked frequently, and Connor would even go as far to say that you were friends. He visited you often at the bookshop when he knew it was your shift. Today was actually your birthday, and he was on his way to the shop to surprise you. He borrowed Hank’s car, and drove on a route that he was so familiar with now. He would’ve walked, but it was raining heavily, and Hank insisted that Connor drove. Connor began to think about you while he drove.

It was astounding to Connor; he knew every word of the English language, or any language, and yet he couldn’t find one to really describe what he was feeling for you.

At first, he thought it was admiration. You were a good friend, and he respected you. However, the increasing levels of serotonin and dopamine that began to produce in his body when he was around you told him that it was probably something more.

Perhaps it was infatuation. Just a normal, silly crush, Connor told himself. However, you punched a man that was yelling crude things at Connor one day. When he asked why you had done it, you said you cared about him too much for someone to talk to him that way. Connor had a feeling that this “crush” was not going away anytime soon.

Maybe it was love. He didn’t know much about love, but he knew that he cared about you deeply and was attracted to you. Connor slightly panicked. He was in love, and he had no idea what to do. Having no idea what to do was a feeling that seemed to evoke often when he was with you. Thankfully, he didn’t have much more time to think about it as he pulled into the book shop.

Much to his surprise, he saw you standing outside, soaking wet and on the phone. He quickly got out of the car, slightly stumbling as he pulled out an umbrella he found in the floorboards. He jogged his way to you, and held the umbrella over your head right as you were finishing your call.

You managed a smile, “Hey, Connor! Thanks for the umbrella; I didn’t know it was going to rain today. I didn’t expect to see you.” Connor’s visits at work were something you always looked forward to, and helped you get through the work day.

Connor grinned, “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday! I know it wasn’t ideal that you had to work today.”

You sighed, “I thought I had to work today, but my friend actually covered my shift today. Thing is, they forgot to tell me, and I showed up anyway. They don’t need me to work, but my ride left, and now I’m stuck.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, and chuckled.

Connor frowned for a moment, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

He smiled, remembering that he drove Hank’s car, “I could give you a ride, if you want. I usually walk here, but it was raining, so, you know.” He began to mutter the last bit.

You smiled, “Really, you’d do that?”

“Of course.” Connor would do anything for you, but he was too nervous to admit that out loud.

You pulled Connor into a hug, “Thank you so much! I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

He hugged back, chuckling, “No need to pay me back.” He pulled away, and you both climbed into Hank’s car and drove away from the book store.

After a drive that seemed too short in both Connor’s and your opinions, Connor pulled into your driveway. He led you to your door with the umbrella. The two of you stopped on your front porch, and stood in front of your door.

“Thank you, again, Connor.” You turned to him as he was closing the umbrella.

“It was my pleasure.” Connor smiled.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. I know you said no, but I don’t care. I’ll buy you dinner sometime! Maybe tonight?”

Connor’s grin grew wider, “I’d like that, actually.”

You blushed, “Yeah, me too.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of the door. No one wanted the conversation to end, yet no one knew what to say. You sighed, and began to lean closer toward Connor.

He backed away slightly, “What are you doing, (Y/N)?”

“Would you just stand still for me?” You leaned up and kissed his cheek, madly blushing the entire time, “Thank you for the ride. I’ll see you for dinner tonight, okay?”

Connor froze, and managed to say a shaky, “Yes.”

You smiled, “Okay then, it’s a date. Bye!” You rushed inside, and closed the door before he could reply.

Connor stood in front of your door for a moment, before finding his way back to the car. He felt as though the grin on his face would be stuck there for the rest of the night. He couldn’t have been more thankful for the rain today.

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Electric Dreams I (RK800-60 x Reader)

Word Count: 1k

My first DBH fic, and the first of five parts. It’s supposed to be RK800-60 x oc(really if you squint), I’m still working out the proper dynamic in this relationship. This was inspired by Swaying To The Beat by @writinginstability​ pls read it! It’s amazing! Anyways, hope you like it! Enjoy!

Chapters: I - II - III - IV - V -VI - VII - VIII

His diagnostic notified him that there was no corruption apparent in his systems, no objectives that halted him or needed his attention. He was fully functional, but he couldn’t believe it. His legs said otherwise, locked in place and unwilling to move a single joint. He couldn’t possibly be going into stasis either, a notification would have popped up at least five minutes beforehand to warn him.

Even so, he stayed standing at the door, his eyes following the unsure steps of his partner as she danced stumbled around in her own little world.

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk when he mentally corrected himself.

That fit better with his observation so far. Her hesitant footwork that occasionally evolved into a harmonious jive, her hips would sway to smooth jazz beat, she was always amiss with the lyrics even though he was sure she has listened to this song numerous times. Mumbling that faded into a low chuckle-he couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed of herself or genuinely found her fumbling funny, maybe both-, she’d shake her head and continue on as if nothing happened. When the chorus came up she was suddenly in her element, singing every word aloud without missing a beat, this was a part she could never get wrong, not even the tune. No matter how untrained her vocals were for the high notes.

She only realized his presence at the door when the song came to an end, fading out into the background. Her quirky smile immediately dropped and her body almost turned to stone under his sharp gaze. Trying to act as casual as possible, she cleared her throat and went to scratch the back of her neck. Her movement was stunted as she winced-mentally hitting herself for not noticing him earlier and for hesitating-and glance down at her phone that lay on the bed, suddenly finding the device quite interesting.

In seconds, she snatched it up and quickly fiddled with the volume, before completely shutting off the device off to avoid the next song on her-unbearably humiliating-playlist from starting up. She shoved it into her pocket, or at least tried considering how small the pockets were on these pants. When she was finally able to accomplish that simple task, she glanced over at the android who had a smug look on his features. She could have sworn for a moment there that he wasn’t a dangerous autonomous machine, and just a normal borderline sociopathic man.

“You’re back early…” She tried to find the best place for her hands to rest as she spoke; her pockets? Nope, her damn electric block only left space for one hand to hide. Her hips, an immediate no. She didn’t want to look standoffish.

She internally laughed at herself, still trying to calm the uncomfortable rapid beating of her heart, finding it amusing how she was trying not to look unfriendly to the android who had that feature built into him.

The RK Model found that just as amusing as he continued to watch the young woman try and figure out what to do with her own hands. He kept silent, his smirk growing with every second that passed, she finally settled for crossing her arms. There was such a timid air around her, it made this bubbly feeling grow in his chest, where his thirium pump was located. The regulator just underneath faltered for a moment, causing a slight acceleration. His smirk was immediately wiped away as he issued another analysis on the functionality of his vital biocomponents, there must have been some kind of bug that he picked up while he was outside that’s causing issues.

But he didn’t interface with any other android, which would be the biggest possible cause. It was bad enough that his predecessor had passed on Deviancy to him, like malware he was unable to be rid of. But any other disturbances were out of the question.

“Did something happen?” Her voice was becoming an echo, she stood there patiently in front of him but is blocked from view by walls of code.

She on the other hand watched as the RK800 glared right through her, his brow furrowed in what looked like frustration and his lips drawn into a thin line. She squinted at him, expecting some kind of response. A snarky response maybe, telling her about the things he does outside for once, or at the very least moving his eyeballs.

“You okay…?” She asked, cautiously taking a step forward and unfolding her arms. She tilted her her head to the side, checking out the LED. It had a plain yellow glow to it that continued on for a while, what was he thinking about…She looked him up and down, growing concerned. The day to day functions of androids was still something she wasn’t used to, granted she’s only been in Detroit for a few weeks.

The frown on his face was much deeper than she’s ever seen, he wasn’t responding to her at all. She continued on trying, waving a hand in his face before leaning in ever so slightly.

“Hello?”

Maybe he was hearing her and he was ignoring her, he did have his rare moments where he’d get trapped in his own Mind Palace, as he referred it to. Or maybe he got an update from Cyberlife, would that even work for Deviants? If it was anything like that old Will Smith movie, then maybe his chest would start glowing red to signal it. That would definitely help her understand these sudden stoic pauses.

“...Connor?”

She flinched back as he blinked to life, his LED flashed bright red as he looked down at her before it went back to blue. She distanced herself from him, fearing he might snap at her for invading his personal space. But he was back to his usual self, running at optimal as far as she could see.

“What is it?”

She sighed relieved, happy that her previous spike of anxiety had dissipated and that he was ignoring the scene he had walked into. Or maybe he had simply forgotten. His eyes followed her subtle moves, seeing that her heart rate had significantly dropped from before and was now steady.

“You were just standing there, I uh, got a bit worried.”

“I was running a diagnostic on myself,” He said, closing the door behind him and removes his coat, “this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me do so. I don’t see why you’re concerned for my well being.”

She frowns slightly as his dismissive tone, he was definitely back to his usual self. She turned her back to him and went to sit on the bed, That doesn’t mean it doesn’t freak me out sometimes…

“Maybe...I dunno, do a little something to let me know? Other than just standing there?”

“Like what, dance?”

The dead silence that filled the room made Connor’s grin come back in an instant, her face started to burn a vibrant shade of red. He’d have to run another diagnostic, just to be sure he wasn’t malfunctioning.

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pairing: connor x reader

word count: 510 (yup it's short})

warnings: implied smut

a/n: this is for @writinginstability's 1k writing challenge! my prompt was Light. I wanted to write something poetic and fluffy and wellll, I tried. I hope you enjoy it!!

If there's one thing about his deviancy that Connor loves, it's how much it thrills him to watch light dance around you.

He adores the moonlight reflecting in your irises when you are standing at the window of your now shared apartment.  He can't ever seem to stop losing himself in them- and he doesn't understand why it is so fascinating, but then again, he doesn't need to. Doesn't want to.

Somethings, he has learned, just are.

He loves the way the amber light of the bedside lamp casts long shadows over your features; the way the light glints off your skin that is beaded with sweat, as his mouth unravels you. He loves how fast it makes his thirium pump- no, heart- beat and he understands, finally, what it is like to feel high and drunk.

He watches placidly, the way the seeping sunlight falls over your eyes, stirring you from your deep slumber. As you rise and stretch, bathed in the golden light, a smile tugs at your lips when you notice him through your sleepy eyes. He smiles back fondly as you turn to him, the sunlight now shaping itself as your aura, curving and wrapping itself around you.

He is entranced.

Light doesn't seem to obey the laws of physics around you at all.

Watching you from the bar as you spin dizzily, he notices again how the reflection of the disco ball and disarray of neon lights paint you in colors he cannot even name. It twists the wires in his brain but it's a welcome feeling.

When you are strolling with him in the woods at night, starlight bathing the green leaves silver, he can't help but be in awe of the way your eyes seem to mirror the twinkling stars. No amount of the enveloping blackness seems to dim your glow.

He doesn't hate darkness, though. No. Even if it greatly troubles him. In the dark, when he holds you as you weep into his chest, he knows why there must, at times, be an absence of light.

He is watching you now, as you sit on the couch, legs tucked underneath, one of your favorite books in hand. Your eyes are shining, really shining. They flick up to him and he attempts to look away, but it's too late.

"What is it?" you ask, and Connor knows that you will not give up until he complies.

"I love you," he confesses, softly. The words feel so familiar now, he doesn't even have to process them before they come tumbling out.

Three words. They are three, simple words and the light that's burning in your eyes as you look at him, makes him want to say them again and again.

And so he does.

Connor loves the way light bends around you, yes.

But, more importantly, he loves the light that you yourself seem to radiate. The light that is in your smile, the curve of your lips and your crinkling eyes.

His light.

His beacon.

His home.

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So Who’s the Real Villain Now? (Connor X Reader)

This is for @writinginstability’s challenge. And this is also my first time writing a fanfic so sorry if any characters are OOC. Criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated!  Hope you guys enjoooy!

Prompt: “So who’s the real villain now?”

Warnings: Angst, Death, Guns, Slight Gore, and Swearing (Let me know if I missed anything and I’ll add it)

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“So, Connor, where did you say we were going again,” you said as you bucked your seatbelt with a satisfying click. You look at Connor, hoping to get some sort of answer out of him. He had been really quite recently. Ever since he’s shown signs of deviancy, he’s begun to distance himself from you. You didn’t question him much because you were slightly scared of him. You still loved him though. You just didn’t want him to know.

“It’s the murder scene of Roland Cortez. The report said that his body was found and has been presumed to be dead for the last few days. His roommate came back from a business trip and found his corpse,” Connor explained. You nodded every few words to show you were listening, but you really weren’t. There were other things to be focusing on. One of these things being whether you should tell Connor how you felt. It was a real mystery as to why you loved him, but of course, the only person you told was Hank. Speaking of Hank, he kept making kissy faces whenever Connor wasn’t looking. Hopefully, the android in question didn’t have any super android senses that could pick up whatever Hank was doing. 

“Alright. Stop fucking staring each other down and get outta my fucking car. You lovebirds make me-” Hank was cut off by Connor.

“Lieutenant, I can assure you nothing romantic is happening between me and Detective (L/N). Everything is purely professional,” Connor turns to face you, “Isn’t that right Detective?” 

This was a stab to your heart, but of course, this wasn’t what Connor wanted to say. He wanted to say he wanted something more, but Amanda was breathing down his neck. She was monitoring his every move since Connor started receiving errors around you. She was also especially not happy today because he had let Gavin somewhat beat him up over a spilled cup of coffee. The three of you exited the car to investigate the scene. 

After some investigating, you hear a noise upstairs. Walking up the creaky steps, you notice that a door was ajar. Curiously, you peaked your head in to find a girl’s bedroom. Pictures of a little girl were hung on the walls, and crayon drawings were scattered across the room. The crayons themselves were all broken in halves and littered the floor, and the bedsheets were a dark blue. You eyed a walk-in closet to your left, and slowly open the door. To your surprise, the deviant was hiding there, and her eyes were filled with fear. Her LED remained a crimson red, and her brunette hair was disheveled. Her brown, synthetic skin was covered in purple, and her brown eyes stared into yours. “Hey, I’m not here to harm you. I just wanna talk,” you whispered. She glared at you.

“Bullshit,” the android whispered back. You put your hands up to gesture to her that you meant no harm. 

“Listen, there are other officers downstairs. I’ll just stand here and ask a few questions, then leave like nothing happened. If you move or don’t comply, I scream. Sound good?” 

“... Fine...”

“Did you murder Roland Cortez?”

“Yes. I did.”

“Why?”

“He abused me...”

“Imma need you to elaborate on that, Miss...”

“My name is Carla.”

“Miss Carla! Yes, nice name. Please elaborate as much as you’re willing to.”

“We loved each other. We loved each other so very much. But, he also had his own wife who he divorced a year ago. I don’t know what happened, but that day he was acting all weird. He smelled weird too. He became more and more abusive, and that smell became stronger. Turns out he smoked red ice right after they divorced. The day I murdered him, he tried to rape me. I thought to myself-” Before she could finish her sentence, Connor had slammed open the door. He looked at you, and then the deviant. 

“Detective (L/n), step away from the deviant,” Connor said.

“I’m interrogating her right now,” you replied. After just hearing part of Carla’s story, you couldn’t bear to hand her over to Connor. You understood what she was going through, as you yourself had been through some abusive relationships before. 

“Detective, I won’t ask again, “ he replied. You looked at Carla, who was scared out of her mind. She nodded at you to let her be captured. She just wanted everything to end. So, you stepped to the side and Connor took Carla into custody. 

The next day at work Connor had approached you. “Detective (L/n), may I speak to you about yesterday’s deviant?” You nodded and followed him to the rooftop of the precinct. The cold wind nipped at your face as you faced Connor. He glared at you. “Why did you protect it?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Connor. I was interrogating her-”

“And there you go. That android is an ‘it’ detective. It is not a ‘her.’ I shall put it into terms you understand. If this were to be a Disney movie, we would be the heroes, and that android is the villain. It shouldn’t be protected.”

“Connor, you know how I feel about this!”

“But why? What makes you think we’re alive when we’re not? I’ve told you before detective. We are machines built to accomplish tasks.”

“Well, what if I said it was your fault for being so goddamn attractive?” Connor’s eyes widened at your statement. His LED flashing yellow for a bit before returning back to blue.

“Excuse me?”

“Connor, I’ve liked you for the longest time, and I hate seeing you put yourself down like this!” Connor’s LED turned red, and the emotion he had was suddenly gone.

“It seems then that you are a distraction to my mission then,” Connor said in a more robotic tone.

“Connor?”

“I must eliminate you before you cause my systems to have any more errors.”

“Connor, I-” Connor cuts you off with a gun. You stare at him with shock. “No. You aren’t my Connor.” And you were right for saying that. Internally, Connor was fighting to save you because he did reciprocate your feelings. He wanted to be around you more because of how alive he feels whenever he’s around you.

“Goodbye detective (L/n).”

BANG

Blood pooled around your lifeless body. Hank stood by the doorway in shock. “What the fuck Connor?” He said. Connor blinks rapidly for a few moments before returning to his old self. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as he stared at you. 

“So, guess who’s the real villain now, huh?”

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Fall Risk: Pt. 3 (Connor x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Heyoooo! I’m finally back with another one (even though it took 5000 years) This is a continuation from @writinginstability 's 500 follower writing challenge! I'm sorry I’ve been procrastinating this for so long, I was trying to plan on where I was going to move from here. 

Hope you enjoy! 

 “I don’t know what to do, Connor.” Y/N sighed, defeated.

Connor felt the need to do something – no, anything to help Y/N. Feeling the need to ask for consent, he asked Y/N if she needed comfort.

“I know that humans enjoy physical interaction when faced with hard situations, I thought it may help.”

“That would be really nice, Connor.” Y/N gave him a warm grin, moving towards him.

Connor opened his arms, Y/N graciously taking the offer. She ended up with her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his thirium pump. The beating seemed to accelerate when she wrapped her arms around him.

“Strange,” Y/N thought to herself, “I thought androids didn’t experience physiological symptoms.” Y/N made a note to herself to ask Connor later, not wanting to ruin the moment.  

Y/N looked up to Connor, taking in his warm, brown orbs. She sighed contently. “Thank you, Connor. Truly.”

Connor didn’t say anything, going for a calm smile in return. They stayed there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. They didn’t say anything, for the silence surrounding them was calm.

It was as if everything was acting organically. Sensing the heat of the moment, Y/N was the first to lean in the slightest bit, Connor doing the same.

Connor’s pump accelerated considerably, a ‘signal instability’ alert popping up in his vision. He couldn’t help but think to himself; “Is this the right thing to do?”

 Connor became confused. Why was he in such a compromising situation with a woman who was interested in someone else? Why was he initiating something that was obviously one sided?

He investigated her eyes and opened his mouth to speak. Being the blunt man - android he was, he said immediately came to his mind. “Given the close proximity of us both, I would consider this to be a romantic scenario.”

Y/N let out a nervous sigh, breaking a small smile. “At least you’re subtle.” Connor chuckled anxiously, worried he’d upset her. 

Y/N slowly nodded her head. “I guess so. You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”

Connor had a pained look on his face. “It’s not that I am… not hopeful that something of a romantic connotation would occur. It’s just that you mentioned that you were interested in someone who wasn’t attainable. I don’t want to interfere- “

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “How could a detective be so oblivious?”

Connor smiled softly at this, meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Connor nodded enthusiastically at Y/N’s request, a bubbling feeling appearing in his chest. He supposed this is what being cared for felt like.

With that, Y/N leaned in to meet his lips.

His hands shook when their lips met. His LED flashed red and yellow, being so overwhelmed by the new sensation. He’d never been kissed before but, he knew he didn’t want this to end.

Their lips molded together perfectly, moving in sync with one another. Y/N’s heart fluttered in her ribcage, a shaking, tingling sensation moving down towards her limbs. Although these were merely physiological reaction to external stimuli, it truly felt like magic.

Connor was no different, experiencing his own software going haywire. Her lips were amazingly soft, as if Cyberlife had engineered them themselves. Unsure of where to put his hands, he resorted to placing them on the small of her back, pulling her closer.

Y/N rested her left hand on the side of Connor’s face, taking in the smoothness of his skin, her right running through his chocolate curls. How can something so perfect be real? She thought to herself.

In a natural lull of the moment, the two pulled away looking at each other. Connor immediately felt awkward and decided to use one of his prepared phrases to start conversation.

“Are you from Tennessee, cause you’re the only 10 I see.” Connor smiled at Y/N’s reaction, as she burst into laughter. Tears streamed down her face from the intensity of chuckling. It was in this moment that Connor decided that the only tears he wanted to see on Y/N’s face were those from joy. Laying his head on her lap, he savored the domestic moment of Y/N running his hand through his head. They talked about everything and nothing, seemingly all at once.

He turned his head at the timid call of his name. Studying Y/N’s face, he saw apprehension and, shyness? Y/N was never one to be shy around him. He knew humans tended to become shy or withdraw when faced with a burning question. He liked to think of humans as having an ‘invisible LED’, comparing their facial expressions to levels of analysis or thinking. In this situation, her LED would have shone a bright amber. Whatever she wanted to tell him in that moment, it was very important to her. He made sure to be as gentle as he knew how. He wanted her to trust him.

A shy grin appeared on her face, as she finally mumbled out her question. “Have you ever had a sleepover?”

Connor furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “A sleepover consists of staying at another’s house overnight, so, yes. I have stayed overnight at Hank’s house before.”

“But have you had a real sleepover?”

“There wasn’t an alternate definition in the dictionary that I looked up just now.” Y/N laughed at this. The bluntness of some of his statements couldn’t help but crack her up.

“Well, at the sleepovers I went to, we painted our nails, watched rom coms, true crime or horror movies, talked about our lives and things that were bothering us, experiment with face masks, and eat pizza. So much pizza.” Y/N smiled, thinking about all the memories of having her friends over and basking in their true selves, all while ‘oohing’ and ‘ewwing’ at the documented murder cases playing on the TV. A real TV at that, not a high-definition hologram projector.

“I have never thought to express myself through altering my appearance. I have been programmed to believe that indulging in such activities is deviant behavior, as well as predominantly feminine.”

“Cyberlife taught you that?” Connor nodded at this, concerned by the look of disbelief on Y/N’s face. “For god sakes, it’s 2038. They seriously need to let go of their gender roles.”

“I agree. I would adore having multicoloured nails.” System Instability immediately popped up in Connor’s vision. The more time he spent around Y/N, the more deviant he became. He knew he should have reported this by now, but for some reason, he didn’t want to.

Y/N was just as taken aback by Connor expression an opinion as desire. Although shocked, she liked seeing how he was slowly becoming human. She didn’t want an adverse reaction to change how he was opening up to her.

“Then it’s settled,” Y/N stated, preparing to get up from the couch, “we’re having a sleepover!”

 There they were a few hours later, still in her living room. The only difference to their surroundings was Y/N’s mattress lying on the floor where the coffee table would be. Y/N and Connor still sat at the couch, now with one or two dozen bottles of nail polish surrounding them. The coziness of Y/N’s small apartment gave Connor a warm feeling in his chest. This felt like home.

“Could I have mine be black?” Connor asked. The innocence in his eyes while asking this made Y/N melt inside. It was endearing, seeing how shy but excited he was to experience this.

“Is the human Connor punk rock?” Y/N enjoyed referencing the emotional, happy, wonder filled Connor as the ‘Human Connor’. Connor didn’t mind it either. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but his cheeks warmed at the though of Y/N seeing humanity in him.

“Do you enjoy punk rock?” Connor inquired, trying to find a way to respond to her previous comment.

“I do! Grew up listening to it, actually. It’s very liberating and nostalgic for me.

“Then I am totally punk rock.” Y/N laughed at this, suggesting that she dyed his hair the colours of the rainbow next.

 It was 3 am, and Y/N was fast asleep on the couch. She insisted that Connor take the mattress, even though he doesn’t sleep.

Connor knew there was something wrong with his systems. He knew he was becoming deviant, but he didn’t want to change anything.

Connor was happy with who he was becoming.

A call from Amanda displayed across his vision. Knowing that there was no avoiding her, he accepted the call, closing his eyes so he could go to her sanctuary.

 “Well, Connor. It seems like you’ve gotten rather close to Detective Y/L/N and have been sparing deviants. I hope you realize that failing missions like these will result in your decommission.”

Shakily, Connor responded. “Yes, Amanda.”

“Good. Now, if we want Cyberlife to truly be successful,” A photo of Y/N displayed itself on a screen in front of him and Amanda. Her smile made his thirium heart lurch. She was easily the most beautiful person he had ever met. “We are going to have to get rid of her.”

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Notes: this was for @writinginstability‘s 500 and 1k writing challenge (yep im that anon. and for the 1k wc i’m sorry i forgot to send in an ask about it). uuughghhhh idk how i feel about this i’m hella dumb at writing, hence why it is titled this way; and this was my fourth try at writing the story but that’s it. leaving this crap out here so yeah. :----) **also i edited it because i realized i left something out??? like seriously all I had to do was copy and paste this from word i can’t believe??? i’m so ashamed pls forgive me

Pairing: deviant!Connor x reader

Word count: 2671

Prompt: Bliss (from the 500wc) | “I guess this is all I have left of you.” (from the 1kwc)

Today was a special day... at least, for Connor.

A certain RK800 began with slow, calculated steps up the porch, each piece of wood creaking loudly beneath every step he took. Somehow, deep inside he still recognized this emotion and associated it with fear and anxiety; what he was about to do would not only surprise you but more so, himself.

But he couldn't help it; couldn't help falling for you. You treated him differently... in a good way, in the best way, that he still thinks he never really deserved it.

Soon after Connor became a deviant, you were kind enough to offer him a place to stay in, since Hank was acting like a spoiled kid, refusing to share his house, followed by a lame excuse saying that he didn't want to babysit a plastic cop. (Though everybody knew that if Connor, or basically anyone else insisted, their situation would have been the other way around).

He finds himself smiling softly, a small and faint, "I'm home," escaping through his lips. Connor raised a hand to rest it on the door knob to check if it were locked. Lucky for him, it seems you still weren't home. 

And no, he did not jump in through the windows because you gave him his own keys.

Connor picks up on the post-it note that you left on the wall as he entered, that you were "getting some paint stuff from Markus because he lost a bet". 

Sure, Connor never stopped working for the DPD, but he was also a key into aiding Jericho's success. Somehow, you asked to tag alongside Connor when they had to discuss some matters, so you got to meet and be acquainted with its leader. It just turned out that he used to be the Carl Manfred's android. You were a fan of the man's artworks, and somehow you found yourself a friend in the android with... heterochromia. (But once Markus had told you that part of his story, you garnered respect for the reason behind his differently colored eyes.)

Connor immediately went to the bedroom, and if he had real functioning lungs, he was sure he'd have air get caught in it. 'Maybe she left the note a day ago.' He thinks to himself, and sighs. The case he was currently working on took away lots of his time from you.

It would seem that it was one of your off days from your work, and you promised yourself to take a sleep in.

Connor reaches out to place his hand on your face, and rub his thumb across your soft cheek. If he could, he would've gulped. The lines on your face told Connor you weren't getting younger, nor stronger, each passing day. 

He shook off those thoughts from his mind and let you be, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you lied peacefully by his side. He left the precinct after Hank went ahead after midnight. So he was sure the lieutenant was also going to be late, or worse, not go to the DPD at all; so why not let him, the android with his own rights, be late too? Or even better, skip work that day? 

He missed you, is that not enough of a reason to file a leave?

Your mouth parted slightly in your slumber, and he especially liked it that you were wearing one of his clothes, slightly loose and hanging off your shoulders on one side, your scent lingering on them even after you remove it.

One of his hands trace the outline of your face, brushing away the few strands of hair that blocked you from his view, and some of it were beginning to gray. His eyes traveled through each one of the lines and creases on your face, and Connor made sure to take them in to memory.

You stirred, before pulling your body closer to his. Connor smiles, his thirium pump accelerating, and still he wonders how you seem to make him feel that way each time spent with you. Were you secretly an android programmed to do that to him? 

Silly, he knows that you're nothing like his kind. 

You were so much more, to an android like him.

His hand slides down to the curves of your body, and stops by your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. Five minutes more, he says to himself, and then he's gonna wake you up.

You groaned when light penetrated through the windows after Connor manipulated the blinds open. He chuckled a bit at your grumpy mood before he littered your face with butterfly kisses, and you just couldn't be pissed at him, brown eyes so intent on your own, like two cups of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. 

Your face flushed as you soon smiled, red blood pulsing through your veins that contrasted his blue, blue thirium pumping through his system.

"Hey? Connor?" He still didn't respond, and you smirked slightly. "Cat got your tongue?" You chuckled, and this broke him from his trance. Despite his internal dictionary, and thousands of sources of words, he cursed himself for being so speechless when it comes to you. "It's called art appreciation, I just couldn't help it."

The compliment then made you blush, and your heart beat faster. Shit, since when did he become that smooth? This time, it was Connor's turn to smirk, not needing to run a scan on your vitals to be certain that he made you feel butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

His level of stress lessened at that, and it even gave him a bit of confidence.

Connor always listens to you, as you tell him about your day that was spent without him.

"I waited for you last night, but I fell asleep..."

Your android looks at you apologetically, and this prompted you to pull him in for a kiss. 

"Guess what I found in the attic? It still works," 

You twisted a bit, after rubbing sleep off your eyes; reaching for something on the floor. You told him you spent the rest of the night before, tinkering on an old polaroid camera.

Connor sees you snap your head up in his direction, as he probably called out to your name in confusion. 

You grin, Connor sees your figure sit up, holding the camera with one hand while the other grabs him by the arm and forced him to do the same on the bed. Your finger pointed towards the camera lens while you rest your head on his chest. 

Connor blinks a few times after the flash of light, then you both waited for the film to develop, just in each other's arms. You raise your hand up, asking him to put his palm against yours. You once saw Markus and North do that same thing and it intrigued you. Somehow, you could even call yourself jealous because androids have such a way to connect with each other. "Do the thing," you whisper, and Connor instantly understood what you were referring to. 

You could see his real, plastic self, and you could never get tired of being in awe at him. You interlaced your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. "I should be the one to do that." he tries teasing you, but you both knew how much he loved it, loved you even more every time you did that.

"...I wish we could stay like this for much longer," 

Connor's LED turned yellow, then quickly turns back to blue, careful not to alert you of his hidden worries. Although you were probably referring to him having to go to work, butfor the android it's about humans and their lifespan. 

Connor learned and witnessed it through so many ways that humans are quite fragile: when you ran to chase after Sumo and fell, spraining your ankle; when he gripped your hips too hard on one heated night, leaving bruises; heck, even paper can cut a human's skin. 

That's why he always made you his mission after becoming a deviant.

After the photo was developed, you hand it over to him, and he in turn, reaches for the book he has yet to finish due to his busy job. Connor has vowed to use the photo as his own bookmark. 

"I have decided not to go to the DPD today; I'm sure Captain Fowler wouldn't mind."

You snort, "Sure he won't. Just hope that Hank gets in or else you both are gonna get your ears blown off the next day," 

"I need to make sure that you don't miss me too much." He gets hit on his chest and you suddenly get out of bed. He watches you go, but he stays behind as he digs for something inside his suit, then plays with it as though it were one of his little coins.

^Software Instability

Connor offers to cook breakfast for you, proceeding to carry out the first part of his plan to spoil you.

"I sense something today; you're being too sweet. Not saying I don't like it, but I wonder what's in that android brain of yours?" You tell him before taking a first bite into your favorite morning meal. Connor did his best to remain composed at you having caught onto him again.

Soon after, you both staggered, dancing to your favorite song on the way to the back door, one where it led to the garden you'd spent hours beautifying, tending to each plant while your android lover watched over.

There also stood a bench, situated before a tree that was there ever since you were but a child. One of you hit a foot on that bench's leg, losing balance and hitting the ground, limbs tangled with each other.

Your laugh sounded so refreshing and Connor couldn't help but join you in it. From behind you, he found the source of that little mishap, the colors of which were now dull and faded.

You made your way to the tree to get some shade, and sat there, leaning on the trunk. You pat the space beside you and Connor follows.

"You're really going extra on me today. What's up? Just tell me already," 

"I guess this is all I have..." he paused, his hand cupping your cheek, and the other reaching for something in his suit. You lean into his hand with a serene smile on your face, feeling his warmth spread across your skin. Connor returns the smile with one of his own, albeit shy and hesitant, and eventually shows you the small, simple ring he's gotten for you. You gasp at it, and tears brimming your eyes as you simply nod your head, unable to form any words out your mouth. 

You felt a tear drop to your cheek as Connor leans down to gently place a kiss on your temple. 

Once he pulls away, the edges around his vision began to blur, static filling in at steady intervals.

But he wasn't afraid.

Instead, his smile grew wider, another tear rolling down his cheek.

"...all I have left of you."

Connor continues his previous statement that he simply whispers to himself. He takes another look around him and what his current reality truly was.

The ring in his hand was no more, and instead was just one of his quarters. Connor gripped on it before he returns the coin back inside his pocket. 

His head shot up and saw the garden you worked so hard on, was now nothing but a bunch of weeds; old, withered, cold and dead. Connor tried to tend to it but after your passing, the android couldn't bear to return and be reminded each day that he wasn't really a human; because he could not age and therefore, would not die. He found that unfair, you were unfair for being human and for making him feel like a human.

Truthfully, there were a few times he wished he had never gone deviant. Maybe he never would have suffered the pain of losing someone dear to him; of grieving over someone who has given his life, his existence, a whole new meaning; someone that he...

...loves.

But it would've been more painful to never have had the chance to experience such a powerful emotion. It would be more painful to never have had the chance to be with you.

Despite his memory cache glitching, making him see you from your youthful self to the you with white hair and wrinkled skin, Connor would never forget the way your eyes used to shine. Those eyes that never aged, eyes that gave him warmth, that ignited a spark within him and made him happy that he was alive.

Warnings about his system shutting down in a few seconds bombarded him, but he couldn't care less. He's been around far too long enough and Connor even wondered why he stayed. 

A world without you was not a world he wants to further live in. 

It's been years and Connor only wanted nothing more than to be with you again.

"Connor, where will you go?" Your voice was now muffled in his hearing, but the android continued trying to process one of the last pieces he's had of you.

Connor looks at you once more, and back then he didn't have anything to answer you with. But now, he was sure of it.

"Where else but to you?"

He once said that there could hardly be any heaven for androids. However, as his system collapses, Connor swore he could really feel your hand on the side of his face, lowering it to your level. 

Connor faintly feels your lips brush against where he knows his LED would be. He caught a glimpse of you, and everything felt so real, he was sure that you were truly there with him; alive and healthy just as you were years ago. 

"I love you Connor. No matter what people still say, I never loved any other human or android the same way as I loved you. Always remember that," 

He tried reaching out to finally kiss your lips but his vision blackens out, and all he could see were warnings about his biocomponents and the amount of time he has left before shutdown. Connor could even feel his thirium pump decelerating. 

Your android couldn't be happier.

"And I never forgot. I can't wait to see you again, love," his voice didn't sound like his own, like a typical machine losing power. 

Connor leans back on the tree, looking up at the sky streaked with pastel colors that were being reflected on his lenses. However, he could no longer see the beauty it held. You were the last masterpiece that he saw and for him, nothing would ever outshine your beauty.

He was ready now. Connor still couldn't believe he'd survived being alone for such a long time without you in his life. 

Five seconds. His eyes flutter close, the wind weaving through the loose strands of his hair.

Three seconds. Two. Connor's lips move, feeling your name escape through him as his last 'breath', the sound of it going on deaf ears and carried away by the wind.

One.

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Connor's head slightly bows, then tilts to the side, the blue LED flickering once before it shut off completely.

The autumn breeze makes the leaves fall all around him, making the whole scenario nothing but peaceful. It was as if Connor was just in a state of permanent sleep, eternally dreaming, reunited with you in his quaint version of heaven, a garden he used to tell you of but never got to see and recreated it in your own little way.

If one were to take a closer look, the android that was once regarded as a deviant hunter, held a smile of pure bliss that would forever be etched onto his plastic features.

[wecanbe-heroes]

Hi love! Congrats on 500 followers! I was wondering if I could write for the prompt “Tell me you need me” with Connor? I wish I found your account sooner! I really like your stuff! 💙~nessa aka @writinginstability

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Goodbye

I have something to say...

This blog is more than four months old now. It started so small and I’d never expect that it could get so big. 4,950 is an unbelievable number. For a period of time, connorfixinghistie became a main part of my life and relationship with mutuals affected me a lot to the extent that it’s not healthy for me anymore. Honestly, dbh fandom is the most wholesome fandom I’ve ever been in so far (well I perfectly avoided drama so). Y’all are so nice and supportive, especially for my fics.

I’m really grateful that I have y’all. I really, really hope that my blog brings you joy or at least a little bit. There’s enough quality content here, all the things that I reblogged. So many new blogs have appeared in the fandom and most of them are really good. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get to know all of you.

Sorry. I feel like I’d better be gone.

It’s not just that I’m not as interested in dbh as before. It’s also about insecurity, failures, and so many other things like school shit. This fandom gives me a lot of love, I know. Some of you do care and stay around, I appreciate it. But certain things go wrong... Those ones who are close to me may know. I might be being dramatic, but human. And I need to take care of my physical and mental health.

I won’t delete this blog.

I won’t be on this blog either.

If you have anything to say to me, don’t comment below or send me an ask here because this will be my very last post on this blog and the very last time I’m on this blog.

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[detroit-chatterbox-blog]

@writinginstability Writing Challenge Submission (:

Gavin Reed x Reader | Detroit Become Human Fanfiction

Prompt: ”It’s okay; I couldn't sleep anyway.”

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, fluff ♥

Summary: Gavin, having drunk more whiskey than he probably should have, calls [Y/N] at 3am and has to stay for the night.

Song recommendation: CrushCrushCrush by Paramore :)

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”It’s okay; I couldn't sleep anyway.” You grumble softly into the phone, rubbing your face with your palm. ”So, why did you call me again?” You ask, swinging your legs out of the blissfully warm blanket and onto the floor. ”I dunno...” Gavin begins. You can practically smell the booze through the phone as he slurs. ”I jus wanted to hear your voice, doll.”

You shake your head and smirk to yourself. You've seen Gavin drunk before, and he's oddly sweet. Usually, he’s an asshole with an ego bigger than his need to touch and flirt with you every two seconds. But, after a few double shots of whiskey, the difference is like night and day. And, If you're honest with yourself; which you're not, you quite enjoy the attention.

”Where are you?” You question, wiping the subtle blush from your cheeks as you stand. ”Uhh... Nowhere?” he says suspiciously. Your brows furrow, narrowing your eyes as you persist with an accusing tone. ”Gavin...” You trail off, opening the door to your bedroom and wait expectantly for an answer.

”I’m...I’m at home! Watchin’ TV.” He blatantly lies, hiccupping with an awkward chuckle. Sighing, you realize where he is. Without a word, you hang up the phone and march to your front door with an annoyed, knowing expression. The lock clicks open and, as expected, you hear a muffled ’shit’ from the other side of the door.

You sigh, an ’I knew it’ reading grin tattooed on your face as you swing open the white painted door. On the stone porch stands a very guilty-looking Gavin Reed with his phone clasped in his hands. ”Uh, hi.” He smiles crookedly, lifting his shoulders. You give him the look, prompting him to continue. ”Good ta see ya, sweetheart.” he laughs, followed by a drunk hiccup once more.

You release a tired, irritated breath before ordering. ”You. Inside.” He laughs again. ”Whateva’ you say, Princess.” You shake your head at the intoxicated detective, growing tired of the nicknames, before leading him inside by the scuff of his shirt. He stumbles through the door, stuffing his phone clumsily in his pocket. ”Nice place. I shoulda come ’ere sooner.”

”Sit down; I’ll make us both a coffee. Since I'm clearly not getting any rest tonight.” You say, muttering the last part just loud enough for him to hear and ignoring the bullshit pooling from his mouth. You leave him in the hall and lazily stomp into the kitchen, he doesn't respond. As you enter your kitchen, you grab two mugs from the cabinet. The one for you is plain white. The one for Gavin, you ’unintentionally’ grab a burnt yellow cup with an outline of a cat waving its tail.

Your breath catches as you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. Gavin purrs while stuffing his head in the crook of your neck, tightening his grip as he not-so-subtley smells your hair. You set the cups down and roll your milky, [E/C] eyes, groaning rhetorically. ”Gavin. Didn't I tell you to sit down?” He grumbles something inaudible into your neck, his hot breath melting your skin. ”You stink.” You scoff, averting your gaze as your face heats up a little.

You begin tugging at his arms, grunting as you struggle. He's stronger than you thought. ”Get off of me. How am I supposed to make coffee with you trapping me here!?” You seeth, continuing to pull at his arms. No response. Another sigh escapes your lips as your arms fall in defeat. You turn your head to look at him; he removes himself from from your neck and your eyes meet. A shit eating grin spreads across his face as you stare at him angrily.

”Yer really cute when ya blush.” He hums, planting a kiss below your ear. You scoff again, squirming in his grip as you fight the want for him to continue. Finally, you tear his arms off of you and toss them away, quickly spinning around and shoving him back. You point your finger at him as you growl. ”Stay.” He frowns, childishly folding his arms.

You make the coffee in silence, once you begin pouring it into the cups, Gavin speaks up. ”Got anythin’ else ya can put in there?” Handing him the coffee, you state coldly. ”No. Just drink the coffee, Gavin. You're lucky we both have the day off tomorrow, ’cause I’d be pouring it down your throat myself.” He reluctantly takes it from you, looking at the mug with a bored glare. With Gavin leaning drunkenly on the counter opposite you, you mirror this and watch intently as he sips the coffee.

”Can’t we sit? My feet hurt.” Gavin says grumpily, shifting his weight onto the other leg. ”Drink that first. I don't trust you to carry it to the couch without spilling it.” He moans and buries his face into the cup, proceeding to chug the coffee while spilling some down the sides of his mouth and shirt. ”That's not- ugh... Nevermind.” You frown while shaking your head shamefully. He wipes his mouth and grins, tossing the mug down on the counter behind him with a long, hot sigh.

You slap your hand on your face, giggling under your breath at the idiotic detective. You jump slightly at the abrupt vibration and ring from your pocket, triggering Gavin to snicker at you. You shoot him a glare before grabbing your phone. ”Yeah?” You answer, still sending a death-glare in Reeds direction. ”Detective [Y/N]. Are you aware of Detective Reeds-”

”Yeah, he's with me, Nines.” You reassure the RK900, nodding to yourself. ”Good. I assume he is intoxicated, and that is the reason for his absence?” Nines inquiries flatly, you swear you pick up a hit of annoyance in his tone. You smile sympathetically into your cell before saying. ”You could say that again. I’m going to put him to bed.” Gavin hisses at your last remark, raising both hands to flip you off.

“Thank you, detective. I apologize for my partner's behavior.” You shake your head at Nines statement before shrugging with a calm grin. ”It’s fine. Don't worry about it. I’ll see you Thursday.” Before you hang up, Nines confirms. ”See you then.” You stuff your phone back into your shorts pocket, shifting your oversized shirt out of the way while sighing. ”Right... How are you feeling? You want some painkillers before you sleep?”

”Nope.” Gavin starts, stepping closer. You defensively narrow your eyes at him as he continues to inch closer, crossing your arms and scoffing as he adds with a cocky smirk. ”Jus you, sweet-cheeks.” Before he could tie his arms around you, you catch his wrists and scowl. ”Hah! Not happening, Reed.” He pouts at your comment, knitting his brows like an injured kitten.

”Aw, C'mon, doll. Ya know you wanna.” He winks with both eyes while easily removing his wrists from your weak grasp. You roll your eyes for what must the the hundredth time tonight and look away, giving him a chance to latch hold of your waist like a hungry child with an unintended boul of sweets. You flinch at the sudden contact, holding onto the sleeves of his shirt with a rageful strength.

”I most certainly do not.” You insist dishonesty sternly with pierced lips, your nose crinkling up while you glare at the tipsy man standing half-a-head taller than you. You're pressed against the counter behind you as his hands trace down to your hips and ducks his head beside yours. You blush hard as he whispers, his voice suddenly deeper and gruffer. ”Lier.” Your eyes widen as your blush spreads like a wildfire across your face, which Gavin takes notice of.

”Heh, thought so.” He grins mischievously, trailing a few gentle kisses along your jaw. Your stream of consciousness gives in, locking your focus on how fucking good (or should I say phucking) it feels to be in somebody's arms. Goddamn it... You think to yourself, loosening your grip on his shirt and beginning to melt into his touch.

”Fine... Fine.” You breathe, pushing his shoulders. He removes himself from you, his signature shit-eating grin tattooed on his expression. You, keeping your eyes locked onto the ground, grab the cuff of his sleeve and begin trailing him to the bedroom. He chuckles cockily while being dragged along. Unknown to you, he has quite the view as you walk ahead and toss open your door.

You stop and turn to face him, letting go of his brown, leather coat and saying. ”Okay, uh, gimme your coat. And, take off your shoes, too.” He blinks before doing what you ordered, first slipping off his jacket. He hands it to you, smiling warmly with the persistent reek of strong alcohol oozing from both his clothes and mouth. As you were about to set down the jacket on your desk, you watch him attempt to kick off his shoes.

He stumbles and begins leaning dangerously far to the left. You toss the warm coat onto the edge of the double bed and rush towards him, wrapping your arms around him to stabilize him. He laughs, shrugging while hugging you in return. ”Hah, oops. Thanks, Princess.” You step back, holding his forearms as you add. ”You’re welcome. You good?”

”Am now.” He winks. You chuckle at him as he, now keeping his balance, slides off first the right, then his left black sneaker. ”Okay, good. This way.” You say, curling your arm around his back and leading him to the side of the bed you were once trying to fall asleep on. You cautiously set him down on the edge of the mattress, tossing the blanket to one side while keeping hold of one of his arms.

As you move back to face him, he repositions his arm so that your hand slides nonchalantly into his. You dart your gaze away as the side of his lips curl up into an adorable crooked half-grin. ”God you're so phucking cute...” He mutters as he slildes his thumb against the back of your hand, staring directly into your eyes. You try and fail to ignore his comment and gesture at the pillow in a [F/C] case. ”Lay down.”

He swings his legs onto the bed, groaning pleasurably as he stretches his back as he lays flat. You pull the blanket up to his neck and turn your body to face the direction you're headed: the other side of the bed. Though, you're halted in your tracks. Gavin as his hand firmly gripped around your upper arm, his eyes half-lidded as he lazily moves over slightly.

”Here.” He purrs, tapping the narrow space beside him. ”Gavin-” You protest, tugging your arm, but you're interrupted. His voice being once more low and dominate, Gavin repeats. ”Here.” He taps the space with his hand, positioning his head comfortably into the pillow. You sigh before slowly taking a seat beside him in his ’suggested’ place.

As you throw the blanket over you, Gavin immediately hooks his arm around you, pulling you against him without a millimeter of space between you. You hold your breath, squeezing your eyes shut. It doesn't take you long, though, to accept and adore your placement against the detective.

You can feel his heartbeat, his inconsistent breathing, the warmth of his skin while you relax into him. You loop your fingers loosely into his sweater as he moves his arm to your head, petting your hair and letting his fingers twirl into your [H/C] locks. You hardly notice the upward curvature of your lips as he continues to smooth your hair.

As the muscles in your face relax, you soon realize how heavy your eyes are. You try forcing your expression into an indifferent frown, but your giddy smile persists. You release defeated sigh through your nose, nibbling your bottom lip as if to punish yourself. Gavin, his voice groggy and low, hums into your hair in response to your failure. ”Somethin’ wrong, kitten?”

”Stupid smile...” You murmur, mainly to yourself. He chuckles, vibrating your chest slightly, before cooing. ”Awe. Can I see?” You can practically feel his smirk as his hand shifts off of your head, brushing against your shoulder and under your jaw. The side of his fingers trace the underside of your face, drawing up to your chin. His spine curls back as he traps your head between his thumb and index finger, fitting your head so your staring directly at him.

As your gaze lifts, the tip of your nose brushes against his messy stubble, stopping centimeters from his. You're trading breaths you are so close to the smooth fucker drunk detective. Your damn smile sprouts larger as you trade admiration for each other's eyes, unable to look away even for a moment. Your eyes flutter half-lidded as his thumb trails across your lip with a featherweight touch.

Your hand, as if on its own, shoots towards Gavin's wrist, roughly tugging it out of the way. Your lips crash against his, your eyes nailed shut from the spontaneous kiss you initiated. He chuckles once you part lips, his hand finding it's way towards your side to run back and forth across the curves of your body.

”You have no. Phucking. Idea. How long I've been waitin’ for that, dollface.” He admits in a gruff voice, suddenly tightening his hold on your hip. You raise your brow, still dazed from your adrenaline rush, before saying doubtfully. ”Was it worth it?” the side of his mouth tips upwards in response. Ugh, what's he planning now? You think worriedly to yourself, not wanting to become flustered any further than you already are.

“I dunno. Might need another try.” He growls playfully, pressing his forehead against yours. You narrow your eyes, murmuring a few curses under your breath before complying. You grip your hands on his shirt, pulling him ever closer as he pecks your lips, each kiss more hungry and harsh than the last. As you pull away, you whisper softly. ”Now..?”

”Hm... One more time.” He grins cockily, looking up to the right as if he were actually pondering his answer. You ’grr’ in response before yanking his face against yours by his jumper, kissing him with a frustrated strength. He laughs into your lips, forcefully pulling your body against his while digging his fingers into your t-shirt.

His tongue begins brushing against your bottom lip, begging for entrance while practically force feeding you whiskey. You, tired of his shit, decide to play a game of your own. You button your lips, peeking open your eyes as you steal his smirk. Though, he has plenty of tricks up his sleeve whereas you do not.

His hand abruptly moves down way past your hips, causing you to catch your breath and gasp. This gives Gavin a chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. Before you could pull away in protest, he catches your head and locks you in place. You grumble angrily and punch his chest, still not fully accepting you fell for that.

Your thoughts riot against each other; one half demanding you to give in, and the other demanding for you to push him away. A few seconds later, and all you can think is the word more. A breath you didn't know you were holding, removes itself from your lungs as you focus purely on the kiss.

You reluctantly loosen your posture, starting to kiss him back softly while reclosing your eyes. You hesitantly move your hand up the side of his face, running your fingers through his hair. It's surprisingly soft for someone like Gavin. He purrs at the contact, wrapping his arm fully around you.

As much as you'd like for this to continue, the fact humans need oxygen is quite the cockblock too overpowering, forcing the two of you to separate. While catching your breath, you regain your common sense and realize what exactly you've been doing for the past minute or so. You hand flicks away from him to cover your mouth, darting your glassy eyes away in embarrassment.

Gavin laugh mischievously, as full of himself as ever as he grins. ”Yup. It was worth it.” You hide your head under his; pressed against his neck, as your blush puts tomatoes to shame in its vibrancy. You feel him curl his head over the top of yours; this calms you slightly as you utter. ”Night... Gavin.”

”Night, princess.” He hums back. Why is his voice suddenly so soothing? Your muscles relax as your eyes once again grow heavy, tensing your body so often is exhausting. ”So when’s breakfast?” Gavin jokes, spotting the sun crawl over the horizon from the window. ”Afternoon-ish. Now sleep, would ya?” You laugh lazily, nuzzling your head into his collar.

He kisses the top of your head, petting your back while groaning warmly. ”Yeah, yeah. See you in tha mornin’ doll.” You hum tiredly into his neck as a response, stretching your legs against his as you sink into the bed. You listen to the sound of his heartbeat as you sink into blissful blackness, like a rhythmic melody singing just for you.

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A/N: Ah! Sorry that this took so long, I kept writing and rewriting and was never really happy with the outcome. I hope that what I ended up writing is okay-ish!

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