#DBH Request

[dawndauce]

sketched some shenanigans before doing your prompts

[hotkeyliimepies]

[tomwambsgays]

unposted hank doodlez

[silna-pdf]

Gavin referring to nines in stasis: “how do I turn him on?”

Connor: *starts to speak*

Gavin: scared “don’t answer that”

Conor confused: “why?”

request

Ok dramatized it for you he’s literally trembling shaking crying

[furyjohnson]

die gavin die

[samishin]

Hi!!! I have a silly lefthanded drawing request!!

Can you draw sixty with a thirium caprisun loudly and obnoxiously slurping it like an 8yo dead set on annoying everyone in a 15 foot radius? Just being a complete and utter nuisance?

Thank youuu!! Love your art 💙💙💙

Sorry this took so long, I had a vision✨

also I used my right hand for the bubbles because I didn't wanna rewrite them a million times XD;;

[9in-gavin]

for @autiacorart who was nice enough to donate! 💕💕

[autiacorart]

guy

[matchpointfaist]

i need connor being a dick. like evil, he’s evil evil evil to reader!!!!!! because he likes her but he’s never really had these feelings for anyone and he thinks any attention is good attention, even if it really hurts the reader 🥴. angsty? maybe? whatever u want

you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal </3

grumpy! connor x sunshine! reader

tw for bullying?? angst, mild* smut, hurt x comfort, mental illness

the last word you thought of when you thought of connor murphy was kind- angry, yes. cold, definitely. he had anger issues and a frigid look in his eyes and the sort of calloused demeanor that screamed at you to stay away. that would all be forgivable, ignorable even, if he wasn't so loud about it. he teased you incessantly, until one day the teasing grew into something more, something worse. childish nicknames turned into insults hurled across packed hallways, weary looks turned to harsh glares and gritted teeth. you'd been friends once, some semblance of it anyway, sharing snacks on the elementary school playground and secrets on torn out notebook paper. then 7th grade came, and his outbursts grew more frequent. he hated everything, it seemed. he hated class, hated cheerleaders (you thought he'd let it go when you tried out, it only made it worse), hated all of your new friends, hated everyone the two of you had gone to school with since the very beginning.

when senior year rolled around, he'd become worse than ever. he had two stints of rehab, one wilderness retreat undoubtedly forced by his parents, three years of weekly therapy sessions. the connor you'd once known was long gone, replaced by the shell of a boy with dark shadows under his blue eyes and a stack of bracelets covering all of his late night impulses. he didn't attend school events, and if he did it was worse than if he'd stayed home. you tried, against your better judgement, to speak to him graduation. you'd walked over to him in your best dress and blue grad gown, smiling like a peace offering. "congratulations, connor," you said, sweeping your eyes over his outfit- his usual black jeans and jacket, combat boots peeking out of the hem of the gown, "it's crazy to think we're this old, isn't it? i remember when we were kids-" "what do you want?" he cut you off, glaring down at you like he'd rather drop dead than continue the conversation. "oh, i just wanted to congratulate you, that's really all,"

"fuck you," he laughed, bitter and cold, "i don't need you to congratulate me," "i was just trying to be nice, connor," your chest ached, and you shivered despite the heavy gown on your arms. "you think i want you to be nice to me?" he laughed again, like it was insane, "fuck you, really, i mean that. fuck you and all your stupid, preppy friends, and your stupid cheer uniform. you're part of what made these four years so fucking bad," "okay," you just nodded, swallowing down tears, "i'm sorry you feel that way. i'll see you around, connor," you turned away before he could add insult to injury, blinking the tears from your lashline. you watched as he crossed the graduation stage, the way his hands shook as he took the diploma he'd barely earned. he exited the stage, and you assumed that was the last time you'd see him.

three months into the summer after graduation, you saw that familiar head of messy brown hair across a friend's party, his back pressed to the wall and a cigarette hanging from his lips. for a brief moment, you wished the two of you were perfect strangers. you wished you'd never known him, that he'd never called you a whore after you had your first kiss at a football game, that he'd never told everyone you slept with half of the school, that he'd never told you he hated you when you complimented his hair at prom. you wished you were just a girl, watching a boy from across the room, thinking of running her hands through his hair, of making the whole world go away. but that wasn't real, and he was glaring at you, the lights dancing off of his pale irises.

you thought back to sophomore year, when you’d sobbed and begged your parents to withdraw you from cheer. connor had been particularly vicious that day, leaving a note in messy handwriting pinned to your locker, reading ‘lincoln high school’s resident airhead.’ you’d wracked your brain, trying to think of anything you could’ve done to provoke him. he’d waved at you across the hallway that morning, barely perceptible, and you hadn’t waved back in fear of instigating anything further. maybe that had been in it. regardless, you stayed in cheer, and connor continued to cause problems. by the end of the year, he’d managed to tell nearly everyone that you only cheered to be closer to the football boys, that they probably passed you around in the locker room. 

he’d all but ruined your reputation, and worse, your self image. you hated passing him in the halls, but despite everything, you tried to be nice. he had a hard life, you knew, and he just needed a little kindness. time after time, it went unreciprocated, and the gap between the two of you only grew wider. you thought of all of this as you made your way to the back patio, away from him, a drink in your hand and a forced smile on your lips as you mingled. your body may have been leaned against the patio gate, but your mind was back in elementary school, back in a time where connor murphy was more than just the boy watching you from across the room. when he smiled and it looked like promise and comfort and friendship, before his eyes turned steely and his words grew sharp. 

someone said your name, cutting through the music and chatter around you, and you looked up through your lashes, brows furrowed. there he was, just inches away from you, looking as if he didn’t understand why he was there himself. “hey, connor,” you hoped it came out casual, not as nervous as you felt, “what’s up?” “i just wanted to say it’s good to see you,” the words sounded foreign on his tongue. “yeah, okay,” you laughed halfheartedly, “you must be drunker than you look,” 

something flashed in his eyes, and the casual demeanor slipped, “goddamn it, can’t you see i’m trying to be nice to you?” his teeth were gritted, jaw tight like he was holding something in, “i mean it, it’s good to see you,” “why would you possibly be nice to me?” you asked incredulously, “you hate me,” “i don’t hate you,” he shook his head, a stray hair dangling in his eyes. you thought, briefly, that you’d love to brush it away. “look, can we just talk? like normal people?” the sincerity in his voice startled you, and you found yourself nodding, “yeah, yeah. that’s fine,” “you look really pretty,” he said quietly, so soft that you almost didn’t catch it, “so, uhm, what college are you going to?” 

“georgetown,” you smiled slightly, “you?” “jesus, that’s a really good school,” he choked on his drink, surprised, “i’m not going to school, actually, just gonna hang around here or something,” you thought back to a much younger connor, bright eyed and telling you all of his dreams and goals. hanging around maryland was definitely not one of them. “washington community is still taking applications,” you told him, “if you wanted to go there, i mean. i’m sure you could get a scholarship,” “i’m not going,” he sounded more tense now, the ease between you slipping, “it’s not about money, i’m just not the college type,”  “right,” you nodded, hoping to get the conversation back on track, “have you been working this summer?” 

the two of you stayed that way for two hours, catching up on everything you’d missed as the years had passed. he told you, just barely, about rehab and therapy. you told him, in turn, about the therapy you’d gone to as well. he looked surprised, slightly, his eyebrows raising. “why?” he asked, hesitant, “i mean, if you don’t mind,” “uh, i guess after the whole sleeping with the entire football team rumor got started, i was a little depressed,” you laughed as much as you could, hoping to appear like you managed to brush it off, “and i had some eating stuff i was dealing with. i’m fine, now, though. it wasn’t a big deal,” 

something dangerously close to regret flickered through his expression. “look, i-” “please don’t,” you didn’t think you could bare his, his apology. not after all the years. “i just need to tell you,” he was pleading, almost, “i shouldn’t have treated you that way, okay? i was an idiot, and i was just hurt-” “you were hurt?” you nearly scoffed, “bullshit, connor,” it may have been the meanest thing you’d ever said to him- to anyone, really. “can we please just go somewhere we can talk alone?” he asked, eyes wide like he was afraid, “please, just give me five minutes,” you almost said no, almost told him that he’d done enough, but then you glanced at his wrist and spotted the messily tied friendship bracelet you’d made him when you were 9, blended in with the stack of rubber band logos and beaded chords. “fine,” you sighed, and let him lead you upstairs.

the confession came out all in one tumble of words. “you left me behind, i told you i was scared when we got to high school you’d get new friends and you did and i didn’t know what i was supposed to do with that, okay? and i lashed out, because it was all i could do just to get you to look at me again, even if it was bad. and i’m so sorry i let it go so far, and i’m sorry i hurt you, but i didn’t know what else to do-” “connor, hey,” you put a hand on his shoulder, hoping to soothe the trembling, “i didn’t forget about you, okay? i told you there was a real career for me in cheer, it looks good on college apps, and i couldn’t afford to miss that,” “but you didn’t even try with me anymore,” he looked so broken sitting there, so far removed from the angry boy you’d come to know recently. all the hurt you felt washed away, replaced by a sudden need to make this better, to show him you never forgot. 

“i’m sorry,” he exhaled after a moment, “that’s all it comes down to. you can go if you want to, but i couldn’t have you go to college and never see me again thinking that i hate you when i never did,” you weren’t sure exactly what you were thinking when you kissed him. maybe it was the thought of never seeing him again, the idea of being at college hours away and not passing him in the halls, no matter how tense it had gotten. maybe it was just the nostalgia, the memories of a friendship long rotted by bitterness and societal expectations. one thing you knew for sure was that kissing him felt like home. he tasted like cigarettes and stale weed and cheap alcohol, but you were content anyway, warm in the feeling of his lips against yours. 

he hesitated before melting into you, kissing you with pent up fervor, pulling you into his lap on the squeaky twin bed of whoever’s house it even was. “you taste so good,” he mumbled against your lips, his hands resting on your hips as he shifted your weight, pulling you flush against him. you just hummed in agreement, too focused on the feeling of him against you to conjure up a proper thought. you were so far gone you let yourself relax for the first time in months, mindlessly grinding your hips into his, kissing him like you’d been waiting your whole life to do it. in a way, you had.

his cool hands slid up the back of your tank top, a shiver moving down your spine at the feeling. “connor,” you panted into his mouth when his hands snuck higher, cupping your chest through the flimsy cotton. “you feel so good,” he groaned, squeezing you through your shirt until he finally waved and slipped his hand beneath your bra, a soft gasp leaving your throat, “so soft,” you didn’t know how to tell him that you’d dreamed of this, guilty and private in your bedroom, your thighs squeezed together as your mind flashed images of his hands all over you. connor, your constant torment, your great undoing.

“can’t have sex in here,” you whispered into the dim room, distantly aware that someone could knock at any moment. “not what i was trying to do,” he mumbled, chasing your lips, “fine just doing this, you don’t know how long i’ve waited, how much i’ve thought about it,” his voice was near a whine, desperate and shaky. “me too,” you murmured, “god, thought about you so much,” you leaned back into him, kissing him hard, hungry and selfish. he pulled you closer, your skirt riding up and exposing your cotton underwear as you pressed flush against the buckle of his jeans. a soft, surprised sound left you when he scooted you in his lap, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against you enough to have you wet in your panties. “oh, fuck,” he groaned, tipping his head back, “you’re so warm,”

“feels so good,” you panted, dizzy with need. he kissed you again, rocking your hips against his, holding you in place as he ground against your core. you could feel him, hard and restrained in his jeans, brushing your clit in all the right ways as he moved against you. your hands rested on your shoulders, holding yourself up as pleasure wracked your body, leaving you trembling in his lap as he kissed you like he was starving, swallowing your moans.

“oh, god,” he moaned into your mouth, his hips twitching, “god, baby, i’m gonna-“ “me too,” you nodded, burying your face in his neck, biting and licking at the salty skin there, “connor, please,” “i got you,” he panted, breathless, pulling you down harder into him until both of you were a mess of moans and bitten lips to restrain them. your underwear was soaked, sticking to you and leaving a damp spot on his dark jeans, mixing with the spot he’d created. “fuck,” he laughed breathlessly, kissing the top of your head, “made me come in my pants like a fuckin’ virgin,” “i’m flattered,” you smiled against his neck, hazy, “what a good compliment,”

“mhm,” he brushed your hair away from your face, kissing your cheek, still catching his breath, “so what now?” “now i desperately need a shower,” you scrunched your nose at the wetness pooled between your thighs, “and to get home before my parents set an amber alert,” “i meant for us,” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, “or was this just a one off?” “oh,” you sat up to get a good look at him, “no, i mean- i don’t want it to be a one off, anyway. do you?” “god no,” he laughed, shaking his head, “can i see you again tomorrow?”

“i’d like that,” you smiled softly, kissing his cheek, “d’you wanna walk me home?” “yeah, i’d really like that,” he nodded, helping you up on shaky legs. he led you through the party, hesitating before wrapping an arm around your waist. you smiled as he did, leaning into his arm, ignoring the surprised looks of all your so called friends as he walked you out. you’d deal with college in the morning, the concept of being away from him after this breakthrough. now you just basked in the way he looked in the streetlights, the hazy smile on his lips. it felt like coming home, like everything had been set right.

[lonely-cowboy]

hi!! how are you? i just wanted to tell you that i am obsessed with your writings omg :’((( i can’t even put into words how happy i am to find your account, the way you write connor is just <33

i was wondering if it’s okay to request something where connor is being protective over fem!reader?maybe some hurt/comfort with fluff in the end <3 I don’t have a specific scenario in my head, so it’s totally up to you, and i would love anything you decide to write for this request!!! also, you are totally free to ignore this if you don’t feel inspired enough by this request, it’s absolutely okay! ♡

thank you! have an amazing day and please sorry for my english, it’s not my first language

ugh thank you my love this is so sweet to hear!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to post, midterms have not been fun my friends. i fear this is not my best work, but i hope you can still enjoy our silly android boy <3 you have an amazing day too!!

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helping hand

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: connor comes to help you when you don't need him. again.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: graphic(?) violence (connor shoots a guy oops)

author's note: i write way too many first kisses and this is no exception. prepare for silly goofy domestic married fluff in the future bc that's what i live for

masterlist ⟡ requests

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You could’ve handled it all perfectly fine on your own. You didn’t need Connor’s help, you didn’t want Connor’s help. You were entirely capable of taking down a runaway vigilante on your own.

Sure, maybe it was stupid of you to run off on your own to the crook’s last known location the second the call was made. But he had been only three blocks away from you. What were you supposed to do, wait for backup? Of course not. You had the opportunity to catch a known criminal, so you took the risk. It was all part of the job.

You found yourself at an empty construction site with your gun drawn and pointed at the runaway criminal. You inched closer to your target– some crazy, murderous, anti-android protestor, there were a lot of those these days– slowly drawing your cuffs. You reached forward to restrain his wrists, fingertips brushing against his skin.

And then you were on the ground. You had been practically tackled, your temple striking the rocky earth hard enough that it looked like the world was spinning.

You sat up uneasily as you tried to orient yourself. Who in the world would have shoved you like that? The only indicator was your attacker’s quick “Sorry, Detective.”

You grunted in frustration as your vision cleared, focusing on the one person you did not want to see: Connor.

In all the time it took you to readjust, Connor had taken the vigilante to the ground. He stood overtop the criminal who groaned between crazed laughter. Connor’s foot pressed firmly into the criminal’s chest, a gun– that certainly did not belong to the android– pointed directly at the laughing man’s face.

You moved slowly from the ground, holding your surely bruised side. Your gaze was locked on Connor’s trigger finger, anxiously anticipating gunfire. You feared what it could mean if Connor pulled the trigger. 

“Connor,” you warned quietly, your voice steadier than expected. 

As you approached, you noticed the twitch of his finger. His LED was cycling through every color imaginable, his brows furrowing and unfurrowing as he held the criminal’s gaze.

“Never even think about touching her again,” Connor spit, his voice so cold that it frightened even you.

The pinned criminal only laughed, an ugly wheezing sound as Connor’s foot dug deeper into his chest. “An android in love, huh? Never thought I’d see–”

Connor’s foot rose quickly, stomping hard on the crook’s face until he was knocked out cold. From the impassive look on Connor’s face, you could tell he was practically seething. But that didn’t matter. Now was not the time to comfort him because you were equally as angry. 

With an agitated huff, you shoved Connor by the shoulders as hard as possible. He barely moved at all, only adding fuel to your fire.

It was then that Connor seemed to snap out of his daze and remember you were there. He turned to you abruptly and discarded the gun, his hands finding their place on your biceps with a firm grip. His eyes immediately scanned over your frame, analyzing you for any damage. The only damage he found was what he had done.

The crease between his brows returned as he reached up to touch your throbbing temple. When he pulled his hand back, his elegant fingers were tipped with your blood.

“Did he do this?” Connor questioned, an edge of doubt in his voice.

“No, Connor,” you snapped, shaking off his hands. “You did this! And it wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me do my job for once!”

His LED blinked a steady red. Funny how it matched the blood on your temple.

“Detective, I was only trying to help,” he reasoned feebly.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Connor! I was handling this just fine on my own! And then here you come to save the day yet again, all knight in shining armor! Acting like I’m your damsel in distress, in need of saving!”

“Did you know he was armed?” Connor asked dismissively, quizzically cocking his head in a way that usually enamored you but only seemed to irritate you now. 

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out as you processed Connor’s words. Armed? No, you hadn’t known he was armed. But if you admitted that then you would’ve looked stupid, like you needed Connor’s help. Like you were some damsel in distress.

When you didn’t answer, Connor gestured to his forgotten gun. “That was his. He was preparing to shoot you.”

“I could’ve easily disarmed him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms arrogantly. “I’m a trained professional.”

“The probability of success was 29%,” Connor stated matter-of-factually. “A majority of outcomes would have resulted in your death, Detective. I couldn’t take that risk.”

“Then maybe you’re not cut out for this job,” you growled. “This job is all about taking risks, Connor. I knew that when I signed up, and you should too.”

Your harsh tone made Connor pause, though he was quick to recover. He was determined for you to understand. 

“If I can prevent your death, then I will. I won’t let your pride stop me,” he said.

It was your turn to pause, lips pursing into a thin line at the reality of Connor’s words. You knew he was right. He was right, he was right, he was right. But you refused to acknowledge that. 

When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out besides a yelp.

So quickly you could barely process what happened, Connor’s grip on your arms tightened as he spun you around. One arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into his chest protectively while his other hand moved to your holstered gun.

A single shot was fired. And an accurate shot, you guessed, by the sound of a slumping body.

Peeking past Connor, you found the body of your runaway criminal, a bullethole pierced right through his skull. You made note of the gun beside his fallen body, the same gun Connor had carelessly discarded.

You felt Connor return your gun to its holster before his hand moved to your chin. He turned your attention away from the dead body, forcing you to focus on him instead.  

“I know you’re capable, Detective,” Connor murmured, his voice full of a fondness you hadn’t noticed before. “But that doesn't mean I can’t help. I feel better knowing you’re safe than assuming you are.”

You swallowed hard as you held Connor’s steady gaze. His free hand moved to brush your aching temple. His touch was so gentle you could barely feel it as he wiped away the blood with a frown.

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” Connor explained, his voice holding a tinge of– was that regret? “And I only managed to hurt you myself. Maybe you’re right, Detective. You don’t need me. I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved to tug Connor’s hand away from your temple, holding him in your warm grip. His thumb rubbed against your knuckles soothingly as if it was second nature to him.

“I do. I do need you,” you insisted suddenly, surprising even yourself. One minute, you’re practically yelling at Connor for helping. The next, you’re reassuring him that you’ll always need him. You were confusing even yourself, you couldn’t imagine how confused Connor, the poor android. “I… I do. But… not all the time.”

Again, that crease between Connor’s brows returned, your lips forming a smile at the sight.

“I don’t appreciate you enough,” you continued with a defeated sigh. “I do need you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d already be dead, you’re right. You’ve saved me twice today. But that doesn’t mean I need you to swoop in and save me every single time. I can still handle myself.”

“I know… I know…,” Connor whispered, his eyes unfocused as if lost in thought.

You let a beat of silence pass, watching Connor expectantly. There was something he wanted to say, it was on the tip of his tongue. So you patiently waited until he found the words.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

An android in love.

The criminal’s words replayed in your mind as they suddenly came back to you. At the time, you hadn’t completely processed what he said, your anger outweighing any thoughts of reason.

An android in love.

“Was he… was he right?” you asked after a beat to which Connor tilted his head with a puzzled look. Damn him for not being able to read your mind and immediately know what you were struggling to say. “The guy. What he said… He said that you…”

“Are in love,” Connor finished, his tone flat and conveying not a single sense of love.

“Yeah…,” you shrugged.

“If love can be defined by a desire to keep you safe, then yes, I would say I’m in love with you.”

With you.

With you.

He was in love with you.

You couldn’t hide your wide grin, ignoring the warmth that had suddenly spread to your cheeks. Seeing your grin, the corners of Connor’s lips quirked into a small smile too. Your faces naturally moved closer together until your noses were brushing, the warmth of each other’s breath against your lips.

Connor leaned closer. Closer, closer…

He was going to kiss you, and you were going to ruin it.

“You know,” you interrupted, pulling back no more than an inch. But it was enough to make Connor frown. “I’d rather not kiss next to the dead guy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Connor’s smile returned, an affection glint in his eyes. His hand found yours, pulling you away from the scene.

“Backup is on the way,” he said. “They can handle this on their own.”

With his hand in yours, Connor led you away. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. It was a reassurance. A sign that you were safe with him, that he would do whatever it took to protect you. You returned his firm squeeze. Because you would do the same for him. 

[brooke-beaches]

Connor-53

[dawndauce]

Connor watching SpongeBob for the first time?

hmm I wonder why

[hotkeyliimepies]

Connor the android sent by Cyberlife: the new Nightguard.

[tomwambsgays]

just compiling all the connor and gavin stuff i drew so far (it's mostly connor finally getting revenge after the shit gavin did to him)

[the-milk-monarch]

Aquarium Date HCs for Connor and Ralph (separately) I love sea life so I love the idea of pointing out different fish to my fictional crushes :0 (maybe just date hcs in general tho??)

☣︎ hell yeah phish and first dbh ask 👏🙌 Sorry in case they're OOC or I got some fish trivia wrong. I'm not an expert lol btw I love to do the same, just with dog breeds ✌ I wanted to write general dating headcanons as well, but I didn't want the post to be too all over the place, so feel free to ask for more if you liked this rendition of the boys

【 AQUARIUM DATE 】 ☢︎ | gender-neutral reader ☢︎ | Detroit Become Human ☢︎ | Connor | Ralph

【 Connor 】

Since he used to be a working android and didn't have a lot free will while not being a deviant, Connor liked going out with you a lot.

He was never interested in fish, but when you mentioned going to the aquarium he was a bit curious.

"Hm, the aquarium? Yeah, I'd like to go." He said as he looked at you with attentiveness in his eyes.

You were excited to point out each and every fish to him, although you were a bit worried Connor would be able to just- search the internet and get to know everything about them from the start.

He was a grade A android and detective after all.

You hoped he wouldn't get bored of you rambling about it.

As you arrived to the fancy building, Connor took notice of the big glass tunnel.

He didn't comment anything, but you could see that he looked at the fish that swam above his head with curiosity

"That's a nurse shark." You pointed out with a slightly excited smile as you noticed the creature swim behind the glass. Connor looked the way you pointed, raising his brow with calm interest. "Ginglymostoma cirratum. The elasmobranch fish in the family Ginglymostomatidae." He came up with the info on the spot. He knew you were interested in the topic, so he wanted to impress and relate to you. You chuckled softly at his "knowledge" as you lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Hey- I'm supposed to be the fish expert here." You lightheartedly pointed out. "Right. Of course, tell me more then. I'd love to listen." He quickly let you take the scene. You smiled at his mindfulness. "This one's a pilchard. But more commonly known as, well, sardine. The same one you can buy at the market." You came up with more information as you observed Connor listening to you diligently. "It's interesting to actually see them swim in their natural habitat. At least, as natural as you can get." He mentioned lightheartedly. "Yeah. Like, people eat those." You said playfully, watching him smile at your comment.

Time went by quick as you pointed out a lot of fancy and regular fish that appeared near you, excited with each new one that showed on your radar.

Connor loved listening to you express yourself about the thing you were passionate about.

You previously had some worries about him getting bored while you were there, but he never shown a sign of annoyance.

But it couldn't be further from the truth, he was looking at you with never ending curiosity.

Time came for you to visit the touchpool.

"Can you actually touch the fish?" Connor looked at the pool, raising his brow calmly. You chuckled slightly. "Yes. That's what it's for. Go on. Touch the starfish." Connor looked at the water one more time before gently placing his hand inside. You could see the flow of emotions on his face as the invertebrate made contact with his cyberskin. It showed curiosity, then confusion, then a bit of- disgust? He took his hand out slowly, but you could see a bit of aversion in his movement. "Did you not like it?" You asked with a silly smile on your face. "It was- interesting. But i'd rather not touch it again." He commented with fake professionalism, trying to hide his distaste towards the feeling. It made you giggle. "Really? That bad? Aren't you used to touching dead bodies and stuff?" You asked amused. "I am. But that's different. Somehow, this creature seems to- somehow get me. In a bad way." He explained. The fact that Connor, the android who was used to far much worse things than you could survive through, was disgusted by the little starfish made you giggle. "Alright, you don't gotta touch it. But I'll tell you some interesting facts about it instead." You suggested, smiling at him. "Yeah, that sounds good." The corners of his lips turned up as he reciprocated the calm smile.

Connor spent rest of the day with you talking his ear off, but he didn't mind in the slightest, and even asked you for elaboration and more facts on some fish he found interesting with.

He reminisces the trip with you there very fondly, although he gets a bit annoyed when you sometimes tease him about the starfish incident.

In a lighthearted way of course.

【 Ralph 】

He was a bit hesitant to go somewhere where there's a lot of people at first.

His fear of humans still persisted, but it was greatly lessened when he got you in your life.

Although he's still shy and a bit anxious in public.

Nonetheless, when you told him what an aquarium is, he was a bit curious.

You reassured him that if anything happens, you will leave.

He nodded a bit unsure, but he trusted you'd make the right call, so he agreed.

He was very fidgety and anxious at first, but his demeanor changed once he saw the colorful creatures.

Ralph was never in a place with so many different kinds of fish before!

He was probably even more excited than you when he got into the zone.

You tried to pick the rooms with less or zero people around so Ralph would feel more comfortable.

But after he got mesmerized by the fishies, his fear was kinda skimmed over.

He did get scared by a moray eel though.

"Ralph does not like that fish!" He pointed out, upset at the scary monster behind the glass. You laughed softly. "It's a moray eel." "Ralph does not like moray eels." He repeated with a frown, although he was still slightly curious about it. In like a car-crash type of way. You looked around the tank, wanting to find some "nicer" fish to show him. "How about this one?" You pointed out at the sea horse. He looked at it with interest, tilting his head a little, which you thought was very adorable. "Hm... Ralph likes this one better." He said with conviction with made you chuckle slightly. "The males actually carry the eggs." You came up with a random trivia about them. It was actually a decently known fact about them, but Ralph being Ralph obviously didn't know it. "Huh?" He tilted his head once more. "It's to ensure their survival. Both mom and dad work together." You pointed out some more nerdy facts with a smile as you observed his reaction. "Hm... Ralph thinks the seahorses are nice." He came up to the glass, putting his hands on it to get a better view. "And interesting!"

After he got a bit more comfortable being t the aquarium, he would run around the place, following the fishes that swam above his head in the tunnel and ask you about them.

"What's that fish called? And that? And those small ones? Oh, what about that big one!" He pointed out lots of different types, making you a bit lost with answering as his questions were so quickly coming.

He's the type to just- poke the glass.

He's curious, you can't blame him.

He'll stop if you tell him to, though.

If there's a petting pool he must see it.

Tell him how to interact with it beforehand though, as he might get a bit- rough with his touches.

"Ralph put that stingray down!" You were horrified when you noticed him holding the poor creature by the tail. He flinched and dropped it back into the water. "Ralph is sorry- Ralph was just curious-" He said apologetically, putting hands closer to his chest in a nervous manner. "It's- It's okay Ralph, you can try just- petting it. Like that." You reached out your hand to touch the stingray that was swimming by. Ralph looked at you and tried to do the same. "O-okay, Ralph will try." He giggled when his sensors felt the skin of the animal brush against his fingers.

You didn't know what to expect at the aquarium, whether Ralph would like it at all, but you were positively surprised when he wanted to stick around more, even after the workers told you it's gonna close soon.

Overall, he was very excited, and wouldn't mind going there again.

Please tell him more fish facts at home.

[furyjohnson]

I have learned to love convin...they're looking at a mirror