#DBH fluff

[airbendertendou]

RUN2U! ♥︎ rk900

synopsis : being the resident “ human nurse “ [medic for human officers] means you're on-call 24/7. except no one really needs you and they let you know that.

cw : imagined nines a little monstorous so hes really big and noticeably non-human ; medic!reader except idk anything abt nursing ; cussing ; gavin is mean sorry if hes your fave </3 , a lot of mentions of guns nd violence

song inspo ; run2u by stayc

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hiring you wasn't the smartest idea, hank thinks. you were sweet ; kind and soft and too nice to deal with the assholes on this team. inviting you to active crime scenes was beyond stupid. allowing you to sit in the back of a car, small, useless medkit in your lap as you wait for the okay.

it's safe — the lost, wild deviant has either run off or is dead! hank shakes his head — they're lucky no harm, has come to you. yet.

gavin scoffs, shoving past you harshly as you hold a chilled ice pack out to him. blinking, you drop the pack, opting to grab a stained cloth instead.

hank smiles stiffly, allowing you to wipe the blue blood off of his face. you let out a sigh as you do so, drooping slightly at the usual mistreatment you recieve. "are you hurt anywhere, lieutenant?"

"not this time," he answers. working with — taking down — deviants was never a clean, easy job. it got even worse when nines joined — he was adament that problems be taken care of. your lips tilt up the smallest amount as you pull the rag away. "thanks, [name]. we're almost done here."

you simply nod, holding in your yawn as the night drags on. heavy, perfect footsteps crunch on the ground until they're standing in front of you. icy, steel eyes peer down at you as nines stares. there's a splatter of blue on his uniform ; on his hands, his gun, his face. you clutch the bloodstained rag in your hands with a gulp, hiding the movement with your bag.

"[name]." he holds his gun out to you, the barrel facing him. "dispose of this."

"i don't—" your fingers tangle deeper into the silly medkit you hold. his head tilts, blue eyes held onto yours as his inidicator turns yellow for a split second. "i wouldn't know what to do with it."

nines allows his arm to go limp, the empty gun falling to his side. "what do you do, then?"

you think you can hear gavin snort — can hear the other detectives laugh at your frozen form. what did you do? what use were you as an on-call medic for people who didn't even need you? "um—“

his indicator swirls again, "[name]?"

"i help," you say it weakly, loosening your grip on your bag. your eyes grow unfocused, blurring as you focus on a tree in the distance. hank angles his body to you as another cop talks to him. "when people are hurt. i help."

"okay," is drawled out as hands fall onto your shoulders. nines watches as hank leads you to the back of his car, the door open as you continue to stare at nothing. your heart rate has went down, but you seem stuck. hank goes back to nines, "cool it with the ten degree, okay? kid's jus' doin' what was told."

he upset you. it lingers in nines' head like an echo. something he did or said made you sad, or angry. he wasn't sure of which yet. looking at you as you sulk in the back of the car, nines thinks to earlier. you cleaned deviant blood off of hank — maybe that would make you feel better?

when your vision becomes clearer, all you see is white. a white suit stained blue in various spots. you blink, looking up until you see a poised, structured face. "yes?"

nines crouches, kneeling until his face is in line with your torso. iced eyes peer up at you as his hands fall to his knees stiffly. eyes dig into him, but all the android cares for are yours. "i... require help."

your lips fall open in shock as you watch this prim, postured detective ruin his suit and his reputation for you. clearing your throat, you take the bloodstained cloth from your medkit shakily.

tender, practiced strokes to his face cause nines' eyes to flutter shut. if he had real skin, it would prickle with chills — the heat from your skin was bouncing into his slowly. nines all but sinks into the feeling ; sinks deeper into the dampened ground.

"are you hurt anywhere, detective?" your voice brings him back. the sound of his title on your lips causes another shutter to flow through him. dazed, nines doesn't even realize his indicator slowly darkening, turning orange with the human emotions he feels. "nines?"

and then your bare hand is on his cheek — nines short circuits.

a bright, ungodly shade of blue colors his cheeks ; his nose ; all the way up to his ears. a livlier, warmer shade of blue than his cold eyes. nines lets out a loud, unneeded stutter of breath.

“no,” he breathes, “i’m okay. thank you, [name].”

——♥︎——

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[salltybread]

Our Morning Walks

A Connor x GN Reader Oneshot

Summary:

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell. 

“I’d like that.”

Notes:

Also posted on:

Wattpad

AO3

Word count:

3,180

Special thanks to my friend for helping me with the development of this!!! <3 you bro!!!

You felt a forceful tug from the leash wrapped around your wrist as your dog dragged you out of the open door. The rough fabric of the leash dug into your wrist as Atlas tugged you down the steps that lead into your house. The crisp morning air of Detroit blew directly into your face the second you exited your house, causing you to shiver. Your hair flew around haphazardly as a chilling gust of wind whisked by.

It was still quite dark outside, but the several inches of snow that fell the night before shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. A dark blue haze lingered over the neighborhood, a stark contrast against the warm yellow street lamps. You were wearing many layers and thick gloves, but you concluded that no amount of clothing could battle the cold that a winter in Detroit brought. The snow crunched loudly under your feet as you trekked along, your thick snow boots protecting your feet from the frigid snow. At least your feet were not that cold. You would probably feel a bit warmer if you had some form of head covering, but your dog, Atlas, chewed up your only beanie earlier that week.

You had only moved to Detroit recently, about a month ago, and you had not adjusted to the colder air yet. You came to Michigan from South Carolina, where it was nearly sweltering most of the time. You arrived in Detroit with only a few coats, hoping you would be alright in the Michigan weather. As soon as you saw the forecast for the week, your jaw practically hit the floor. You ended up having to venture around the city to different stores to get yourself an assortment of clothes suitable for the freezing weather and hefty amounts of snow.

When something unexpected happened, you were forced to move from your apartment in Charleston. Your parents were kind enough to sell you an old house on the outskirts of Detroit at a dirt-cheap price. It was small, but it was better than the very cramped apartment that you used to rent.Your new house had one story with a small living room, an open kitchen, and a bedroom connected to a surprisingly large bathroom. 

The bedroom in your old apartment was not large enough to fit anything more than a twin-sized bed, and it had a broken door connected to a shoddy bathroom. You notified your landlord of the broken door, and he did absolutely nothing about it. You had been lucky enough that the front door worked, so you decided to drop the matter.

Although you had moved into the house almost a month ago, you had not unpacked many of your belongings yet. The only stuff that ended up unsealed was what you used daily or took out of a box and never had the time to put away. Several boxes were scattered around your house since you had yet to unpack them. Some were open, and several remained untouched and sealed with copious amounts of tape. Most containers had half-faded labels made with barely legible Sharpie. You simply did not have enough time to unpack, as you were immediately on the hunt for a job. You found one quickly and immediately began working full-time to refill the hole you put in your wallet several days earlier, when you spent a couple hundred dollars on clothes so you would not freeze to death.

Atlas barked at you, and it shook you from your thoughts. You gazed down at her large, fuzzy face as she stared up at you. Her graying muzzle shoved into your hands, searching for warmth. You did not know what breed she was, since you got her from a shelter that found her as a stray. You got her when she was a year old, and although she was eight years old now, she was still as energetic as ever. Her shaggy tail flopped around in the snow as she sat, caking together onto her long fur. Snow was still falling slowly, and you could see the small flakes landing on her jet-black coat and fading as they melted. She yipped at you again, and you realized you were in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, lost in your own head again.

You leaned down and patted Atlas on the head to apologize, feeling her damp fur weave between your fingers. Her ears shifted back as she pressed her head up into your hand. The corners of your mouth lifted when you heard her tail thumping against the pathway. With your arm fully outstretched to pet Atlas, your sleeve shifted back just enough for you to glance down at your watch. It was 4:56 am. You had been standing in that same spot for nearly ten minutes. You were going to be late for the meetup with Connor. Ever since the two of you met, you had walked your dogs together almost every morning. You looked up at the sky, memories of when you first met him flooding into your head.

Your first afternoon in your new house, after you unpacked a bit, you fished around in the cardboard box labeled ‘Atlas’ to find her leash so you could take her out on a walk. It was not in the box, and you spent the rest of the day searching for it. It probably would have just been easier to buy her a new leash. On the third evening of your move-in, you finally found Atlas’ leash in a box filled with miscellaneous items. The box was aptly labeled ‘random shit.’

You originally planned on a short walk around the neighborhood that evening but got lost after about ten minutes of trudging through the snow. Your phone died in your hands when you tried to find directions home. As you wandered mindlessly, the sun began to set, washing the sky in gorgeous hues of orange and deep purple. The old street lamps along the left side of the road flicked on when the sun dipped below the horizon. You trembled as it got colder, your new snow boots rubbing on your heels as you strolled. You exhaled through your mouth, watching as the small cloud of breath vanished into the air.

Atlas spotted a large dog next to somebody on the other side of the street and turned towards them. You felt a soft jerk on your wrist and glanced down at your dog before looking at the other dog and its owner across the street. You took a deep breath, your palms beginning to sweat from under the gloves as you realized what you had to do. You had to speak to a stranger.

“Excuse me!” You called out as you jogged to the other side of the road. The giant dog that walked next to the stranger turned around and pricked his ears toward Atlas as his long tail swished from side to side. When the person turned towards you, the first thing that caught your eye was the LED on his temple that flickered blue. What you noticed next were his large, dark-colored eyes, blown wide in surprise. You could barely discern his other facial features, even with the streetlights on. The lamps were obviously very old, as most of the bulbs were either flickering or did not even work.

“Is something the matter?” The android questioned as his eyes flicked down to Atlas. He smiled at her before looking back up at you. You knew Atlas would not misbehave, but you kept her close to your side in case the other dog got upset.

“Sorry to interrupt your walk,” you trailed off as you thought about how to explain your situation. “I just moved here recently, and I managed to get lost while taking this one on a walk,” you gestured to Atlas. “Do you live in the neighborhood? Do you think you could help me?” You asked the android, a little desperate to get home.

The stranger, who introduced himself as Connor, agreed to help you find your way home. It did not take long for him to find directions after you told him your house number, as androids were technically walking databases. You and Connor engaged in awkward small talk while he led you back to your house. At some point during the walk back, Atlas made friends with the other dog. You were used to Atlas dwarfing other dogs, but she was quite small compared to the mammoth-like Saint Bernard.

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell. 

“I’d like that.” You responded, an awkward smile making its way onto your face. Your eyes met Connor’s, and his lips quirked upward. Your breath hitched in your throat at his slight smile. You would be lying if you said you were not blushing, even if it was just a little bit.

“Every morning, before I go to work, I take Sumo on a walk. Would you like to join me tomorrow?” He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly. You had not known him for very long, but you noticed his mannerisms were comparable to a dog’s. It was cute. You found yourself wondering how CyberLife made his facial expressions so intricate. If he did not have the LED, you would not be able to tell that he was an android.

“I’d love to. I’m quite sure that Atlas would love a new friend as well.” You answered, looking down at Sumo. The Saint Bernard was sitting down, his tail thumping against the snow. He looked up at you with an unbelievably cute stare as drool fell ungracefully from his large jowls.

From then on, the two of you went for a walk together every morning. You agreed to his proposal since you did not want to get lost again. However, that was only one of two reasons. The other reason was quite simple. You thought Connor was cute. Soon, the morning walks you went on together became something you always looked forward to. Sometimes, you and Connor would stop to chat on a bench in the park and watch the sunrise. Atlas and Sumo usually sat quietly, but on occasion they would play together to burn off extra energy.

As you reminisced, you picked up the pace so you would not be late to the bench at the park where you and Connor met up every morning. Atlas trotted along happily, leaving large paw prints in the snow. Sporadically, she would stop and sniff a tree root or some odd substance on the sidewalk. You were less inclined to let her investigate the latter. Snow began to smother her thick black fur, leaving a frosty shroud over her coat. You were not worried about her being cold since her pelt provided ample protection from the frigid weather. You lifted your head from the snowy ground and spotted two familiar figures standing by a bench.

As soon as Connor heard your footsteps, he turned around with a smile. Sumo stood beside him, wagging his tail when he caught sight of Atlas. Connor’s features looked gorgeous, bathed in the soft morning light. His short, brunette hair was gently flowing with the wind, more notably the few strands longer than the others that rested on his forehead and curled slightly. His brown eyes were reflecting the blue light, making a beautiful display. The moles and freckles that dotted across his face and his prominent forehead lines, even if they were made to be imperfections, made him look simply breathtaking.

“Are you alright? You have not blinked in 1 minute and 54 seconds. You seem a bit zoned out.” Connor’s concerned voice interrupted your very blatant staring. You immediately looked away, your face turning a bit red. Your heart skipped a beat, and anything you wanted to say got caught in your throat. You felt Connor’s presence as he stepped closer to you, reaching his hand in his pocket to grab something. Connor’s hands reached above you, and you felt something warm on the top of your damp hair; it covered your ears when the android lightly tugged it down.

“Apologies,” he trailed off, searching for what to say next. “I remember you telling me that Atlas chewed up your beanie, so I bought you a new one. I figured it would be better for you to have a head covering sooner rather than later; I noticed your face turning red from the cold.” He explained bashfully, a crooked smile on his face. He promptly realized his hands were still hovering near your head and awkwardly rested them by his sides.

“Thanks, Connor.” You responded softly, tugging the beanie down. You looked up at him, a goofy smile plastered on your face. As much as you would love to deny it, the cherry color that brushed your cheeks was not from the cold biting at your face, as Connor believed. You were blushing simply because Connor was just so cute. As the professional front that he put up when he first met you slowly chipped away, an irresistibly endearing and thoughtful personality was revealed. You wondered how someone with such an in-depth personality could be even slightly comparable to a machine.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” Connor stated. His intonation was always professional, but you learned to detect the hints of sweetness that were sometimes laced into his voice. He smiled gently at you, and you practically swooned.

“We have been standing here for 2 minutes and 23 seconds longer than usual. Shall we begin walking?” The android asked, his head tilting and his brows rising slightly, a mannerism that was quite familiar to you.

“Wow, a whole 2 minutes and 23 seconds?” You commented sarcastically and let out a slight chuckle. His lovable way of just being him always made your heart skip a beat. You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, causing him to smile.

“You’re right. Let’s go!” You shot out quickly before he could defend himself from your previous comment. You skipped forward, with Atlas following you at a trot. You could not hear his footsteps or Sumo’s behind you, and looked back to see what was keeping him. What you saw nearly made your heart stop beating. He was giggling to himself, and there was a softness on his face that you had not seen before. Something that you could not distinguish shone in his eyes as he gazed at you, a dazzling smile on his face. Whatever it was, though, made your breath catch in your throat.

You and Connor walked along the snow-covered pathway in the park, making idle chat as the time passed. The sun began peeking from the horizon, its bright light reflecting onto the snow. It was nearly blinding, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust. You wondered if Connor was having trouble seeing. Were his artificial eyes able to regulate the bright lights quicker than yours? One thought led to the next, and you pondered if he had night vision. His eyes looked so realistic, and the deep brown of his iris reflected light flawlessly. They were enchanting.

“Is there something on my face? You have been staring at me more than usual today.” Connor broke the silence, concern etched on his face as he gazed down at you. His eyes perforated into yours as he attempted to figure out your musings. Your heart stuttered as Connor leaned in close to you. “Your heart rate has increased,” he stated. Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heat up. You silently cursed CyberLife for making him able to identify how quickly your heart was beating with nothing more than a glance.

Atlas stopped abruptly and jerked you forward, interrupting you and Connor. You wordlessly thanked Atlas for saving you from the awkwardness of explaining yourself to the android as she stuck her nose into a snow-covered bush. Sumo repeated her actions, but with his entire head, and the snow on top of the shrubbery fell on both dogs. You let out an animated laugh when Atlas pulled herself from the bush and her coal-black fur was covered with bright snow. She stared at Sumo with a death glare as she shook the snow from her pelt.

The Saint Bernard ignored her, his thick fur sopping wet. Sumo innocently blinked as you continued to laugh, and Connor promptly joined in. The android’s laugh sounded like heaven to your ears. The moment was cut short when Sumo shook himself off, half-melted snow and substantial amounts of dog hair flying directly at you and Connor.

An idea popped into your head when you felt the snow fly onto you. You snickered to yourself before leaning down and scooping some snow into your hands. You formed it into a ball and cringed when it crunched audibly. You tried to be as inconspicuous as you could since you knew that the second Connor knew what you were doing, he would be able to dodge any attack you made. Although, with your luck, the android most likely knew about your plan before even you did due to his preconstruction software, or whatever the hell it was called.

Without a second thought, you hurled the snowball directly at Connor. Your aim was on point, and the snowball would have hit him square in the back of the head if he did not crane his neck to the side to dodge it. It barely grazed the edge of his ear. He turned around and stared at you, his eyebrow cocked upwards. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stalked over to you, Sumo happily trotting after him.

“I hope you meant to miss that,” your name slipped from his lips. “It was entirely too easy to dodge. I don’t think you want to play these types of games with me.” He leaned down, his face now level with yours as he gave you a dangerous look. You gritted your teeth at his teasing, but a smile managed to inch its way onto your face. The close proximity made your heart thrum in your chest, but you managed to ignore it. He brought his hand up slowly, slightly hesitating before cupping your face. Even though he was an android, you could still feel subtle warmth emanating from it. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, his face tinted a slight blue.

“You know… I really enjoy our morning walks.”

[geesegooseblog]

Patterns - Connor x autistic!reader (dyscalculia)

A/N: this one is based on a real interaction I had the other day with my best friend at work. I have dyscalculia, which means I can’t add up any equation, no matter how simple they seem - and I figured Connor would be the most comforting character to help [Y/N] out. I also wanted to dip my toes into autistic!reader fics!

Content warning: hyperventilation, for my dyscalculia buddies i did put some numbers in there too but it’s just for show, I wrote them all out in sentence form too to help cause it helps me :D

The break room was cold, but that didn't stop you from standing there, wide eyes fixated on the whiteboard on the wall. You had been asked to tally up some scores on the whiteboard in the break room at your behest, but according to Hank, "you're the only one bothered enough to do it". Little did Hank and the rest of the precinct know, you can't read number patterns.

Everyone in the precinct had been asked to put down suggestions for the Christmas party, with everyone writing down their suggestions in different coloured markers. This was fine, except lots of the other officers had stopped adding suggestions, and had started promoting the ones already written down by writing "+1" next to them in different colours. This would also be fine, except there were too many repetitive numbers stuck next to each other, spanning all across the whiteboard. With your dyscalculia, all it did was create confusion for you. You couldn't decipher these seemingly simple patterns that just seemed to overwhelm you.

So there you stood, effectively white-knuckling the opened marker in your hand as you stared at the numbers like a deer in headlights, praying to god that no one would walk in and see you shaking like a leaf as you stared at the numbers.

"Hello, Detective."

Connor's familiar voice would often bring a calmness to your day, but in this moment it only made you shake more with the fear of being called out. You stayed silent, your back turned to him as you stared at the patterns and your chest rising and falling faster as you tried to calm down.

"It's getting late, [Y/N], usually you'd be out of office by now and I-... is something wrong?"

You slowly turned to face him, your eyes still wide as you looked up at him. He stood as he usually did, his uniform pressed neat and his expression neutral, but his LED blinked yellow as he tilted his head, expressing his gentle, unspoken concern.

"... I need your help." You quietly breathed, your breath hitching as you admit defeat. There was no way you were gonna be able to count these numbers up on your own and you hoped that Connor, of all people, would be the least likely of the staff to spread gossip.

Connor nodded his head once and stepped closer to you, standing at your side and surveying the whiteboard.

"How can I help?" He asked simply, not questioning why.

With a shaky hand, you pointed at the first suggestion.

1. Paintball +2 +1 +1 +1 +1

"... what does that say?" You asked quietly as you looked over at him, hoping that he wouldn't react with venom like so many others have before. You had already prepared for a nasty remark as he opened his mouth.

"Six."

His simple response caught you off guard. You had expected him to laugh in your face or insult you, even though you knew that he wouldn't do that for a second. You nodded your head and slowly scratched the numeral under the equation, taking your time with the single number.

You pointed to the next suggestion, the pattern seemed smaller,"... And that one?"

"Five."

You scratched that number slowly under that equation too.

Your confidence slowly came back as Connor helped you with the numbers. He didn't comment on anything else, only speaking the answers to you with the same gentle tone: "Ten.... Four... Eight... Thirteen..."

You got into a bit of a rhythm with him, your breathing calming slowly as you realised that you didn't have to explain yourself away to him. He seemed content just helping you with this little task, and that's something you're grateful for.

This feeling dissipated quickly when you hit the largest pattern. You felt your breathing begin to hitch again, but Connor answered before you even had a chance to point to it for his cue.

"Twenty-seven."

You nodded your head, and lifted your marker to write the numeral, but found yourself distracted as you stared at the equation. It wasn't like the others, people had started adding numbers higher than 2 to the suggestion, making it way to overwhelming. You had the answer; all you had to do was write "2" and "7" next to each other and move on, but your mind was cast back to your schooling years when you were met with numbers like this, causing your breathing to become rapid as you started to hyperventilate.

"Here, may I?"

Connor's hand wrapped around yours securely as it held the marker, guiding your hand to the space under the numbers. His grip was gentle as he helped you etch out the numbers. You held your breath as you let him guide your hand, helping you etch out the neatest 27 you've ever seen.

"... thank you." You breathed softly, exhaling as he kept your hand held in his.

You noticed the LED flicker from yellow to blue as he looked over at you, his neutral gaze softening as he spoke gently. You knew he’d keep this a secret, but at the same time you knew that he’d give you this same help without question next time.

"It's my pleasure."

[homicidal-slvt]

(YES I LOVE DETROIT) Conner with android Y/N struggles with a job

"You'll Get It"

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Connor x GN!Reader

Android|Y/N

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Warnings: Fluff, Kinda Hurt + Comfort

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Yet again another failed attempt at doing the right thing, coffee staining the pages on Gavin's desk.

You were just trying to do your job. You were trying so hard.

You didn't know why- you were an android you were programmed to do this, you were programmed to not feel and yet- when he screamed at you and threw you to the floor... You felt a pain deep inside your chest.

An unfamiliar burning at the back of your eyes, tears threatening to spill but you held back, lifting yourself to your feet you made your way to the break room to just- take a moment.

Why are you feeling this way...? You shouldn't feel. You're an android. Your only purpose is to do your job.

Suddenly you heard a familiar voice speak up behind you, whirling around you were face to face with the robotic detective himself- Connor.

He had always been kind to you, you kept each other's secrets in a way.

He couldn't explain why either but you gave him an odd flutter in his chest, his eyes softening when he saw your distraught state.

Without a single word needing to be said he stepped closer and pulled you into a tight hug, he tried to convince himself it was his programming, that's why he knew what to do- that's why he comforted you.

There couldn't be any other explanation- you're both androids. You can't experience human feelings... Right?

Nevertheless you found safety in his arms, him reassuring you in his typical calm fashion.

"It's okay. You'll get it."

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[hardsocks69]

Just Relax (SFW)

Connor comes home from work acting different. You know somethings up but he's not telling you what happened. You decide its better to show him he's safe with you by showering him and giving him a massage to feel better.

Connor came home early from work today, looking dishevelled. His tie loose around his neck, his hair in a mess and his jacket thrown around his arm. You usually didn’t see him like this, especially his hair being thrown in all directions as he took pride in self grooming. He also loved his job which meant nothing would make him want to leave before the end of the work day so you knew something was up.

“Hey Con, everything alright?” you ask, hoping it was just something small.

However the android didn't even respond, seeming as if he was in his own world. You found this very concerning as he would usually be hyper aware of his surroundings, but instead his eyes were glassed over as he passed by you, heading straight to the bathroom.

Now you were extremely worried, everything he was doing was out of character. It must have been something at work as he was his usual cheerful self when he left the house this morning.

You furrowed your brows before walking over to the bathroom door and you could hear his gentle sobs. You knock on the door but get no response. You decide it's best to give him time to calm down and collect himself.

It was around 20 minutes later when you saw Connor leaving the bathroom. His eyes were puffed up and the rest of his face was red from rubbing. His face was blank of expression and his eyes had no life left. He was basically dragging himself around, walking with zero energy. You approach him and place a hand on his back.

“Con, is everything ok? You’re acting really odd”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he said bluntly. His words cut through you.

“Ok, well is there anything I can do to help?” you let out a soft smile.

He just shook his head. You could see the tears swelling up in his eyes again. He choked back any noise; as if he said anything he would break down. Even though Connor was a soft and loving guy, you knew he didn’t want to look ‘weak’ in front of you. However all you cared about was if he was ok.

Connor just kept his eyes down, trying not to look up at you. You knew talking to him wouldn't help anything so you decided to pull him into a hug. Your warmth embraced him and his head sunk into your chest. Immediately he broke down crying. You patted his hair and rubbed his back as he wrapped his arms around you. He was clinging onto you for dear life, as if he was scared to lose you.

“It’s ok love, I’m here, just let it out” you whispered softly, trying to comfort him.

You stood like this for what felt like forever, Connor just sobbing into your chest and you tried to comfort him. Eventually his tears calmed down and he looked up at you with meek eyes. He seemed as if all the energy had been sucked out of him.

“Thank you..”

You looked down at him smiling.

“It’s fine, how about we run you a shower to help you relax?”

Connor nodded his head in response.

You lead him up to the bedroom and sat him down onto the bed before walking into your shared bathroom and switching on the water so it would heat up before he went in. You lit some scented candles to help create a relaxing environment.

You walked back into your bedroom where Connor was sitting. You slowly undressed him and threw a towel around him before leading him to the bathroom. Your shower had a seat in it, so you sat him down before undressing yourself and joining him.

You grabbed the shampoo and started messaging it into his head, his body seemed to instantly relax to your gentle touch. You and Connor were in mostly silence, excluding your sweet nothings you whispered to him from time to time.

You washed his hair for longer than was needed as you felt bad taking away from his solitude. He rested his forehead on your stomach as you were standing in front of him, messaging his head, you could’ve sworn he was about to fall asleep.

You still wondered what had happened to him but the guilt of disturbing your intimate moment was too much to pierce the silence. You lifted Connors head up gently with your hands and placed a kiss on his forehead. You rinse the shampoo out of his hair, still messaging. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open.

You grab the body wash and his loofa and start washing his body. You made sure to go slow, savouring every moment. The bathroom had filled with steam, you would’ve normally left the shower by now in fear of passing out but stayed as Connor was top priority at this moment.

You rinsed the suds off his body, making sure to leave behind soft kisses as you did. The shower must’ve lasted an hour between your messages, kisses, and sweet nothing you whispered to him.

You switched off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and bringing one for Connor and wrapping him in it. Your tender hands made sure to keep extra care when doing so to keep him calm and relaxed.

You lead him out of the bathroom to the bedroom. The piercing cold attacked your skin as you turned the heating down earlier as Connor likes the house to be much cooler. You lay him down on the bed before going over to your draw and you grab a selection of oils. You sit down next to him before rubbing oil into your hands and start massaging his back

“Just relax” you say softly, your warm breath resting on the androids synthetic skin.

Your hands travel from his neck and down his back, taking your time. You made sure to place gentle kisses along his body. He was basically sinking into the bed as you did so. You could tell he was in a much better mood, still quiet but better nonetheless.

You and Connor sat in comfortable silence, only for you to break it from time to time for words of praise. You could tell he was basking in every second of it as he let out soft hums in response to your words. You decided it was best not to push further with your questions so as to not upset him again.

Your careful hands ran down his body, pushing the oils into his skin. But of course this couldn’t last forever. You whisper softly into his ears that you were done messaging before he pulled himself up. You gave him a kiss and a hug before the both of you crawled under the covers in bed.

Connor cuddled into you and you ran his hands through his hair. You both sat in silence in your room as the darkness wrapped around the both of you, the cool air resting on your skin.

After around 20 minutes you noticed Connor had fallen asleep. You didn't want this moment to cease as you stayed up an extra hour after him.

You felt the guilt sink in as you realised you were happy and relieved about today. You were happy that you were able to comfort him for being upset, and that he trusted you enough to be vulnerable around you. But it still unsettled you that you were happy, because Connor wasn’t, he was in a really bad place today.

You fought your eyes as they forced themselves to close. Soon enough you joined Connor in sleep as your thoughts drifted off into the night and you entered into your dreams.

[eyelambspider]

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. - König

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : The WX 400 model, or König, had been sitting in a Cyberlife store for nearly six months without so much as a glance from customers. He had been repurposed from a hard laborer to a sort of domestic care-giver... but the thing was, consumers only wanted the newer models. Until you came by. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.2 k 𝐚/𝐧 : consider this my masterpiece, probably will write a second part 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff, hurt/comfort(?), domestic fluff

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. From the sleek tiled floors, to the large window panes that were cleaned daily, to the Androids that stood on display within.

On white pedestals, circled with fluorescent tags and holograms indicating their model numbers and generic purposes: Domestic housekeepers, caretakers, companions. Smaller synthetic machines that had friendly faces and sparkling eyes. Built for a life amongst humans.

He wasn't built for that. No.

His slate-colored eyes had watched for months, lingering over Cyberlife's newest models at the front of the store. A blank expression as each one smiled hopefully. Perhaps something they were programmed to do. To appear friendly?

He considered it a possibility, sure, but the 'front of the store' androids were a stark contrast to his own model.

The WX-series of androids had been built with only one purpose: hard labor, or to put it more simply, construction work.

When customers came into the store they only wanted one thing: a shiny new companion.

Everyday the eyes of those strangers would frown when they saw him. Hardly sparing the WX a glance before they turned around and considered an AX 400 instead.

An android built for housework and taking care of children, with a soft round face and a smile that reached all the way up to her kind blue eyes...

It seemed a diluted plausibility that one day the repurposed WX would eventually find a purpose. With everyday he inched closer to the possibility of being discarded. Simply unwanted.

Until a particularly cloudy day in May, one of the stares had caught his attention, even in his low power mode. Only able to shift his tired seeming eyes and move at a slow pace. Meeting that oddly new curious gaze of yours. The eyes of a stranger finally lingering on him.

Him.

"Excuse me?" You held your hand up sheepishly, asking for assistance from one of the android retailers, a young looking man with a head of soft brown hair and a blue circular LED on his right temple. The holographic label on his chest reading: Ethan.

"Hello, How can I help you?" Ethan stepped next to your side with a light smile.

You pointed to the WX in front of you, feeling a bit silly for even asking but... "Could you tell me about this one?"

The android salesman nodded, hands folded politely behind him, following your gaze towards the decommissioned android, unable to show the usual grimace humans showed the WX.

"Of course," he agreed easily, "This particular model is a WX 400, a decommissioned laborer. They aren't often sold in stores, but if you are interested I could tell you more about it."

The WX watched you nod, his eyes flickering occasionally between you and the sales-android.

"Why is he decommissioned?" you asked quietly, letting the question linger momentarily before Ethan perked up again, unbiased.

"The WX 400 was only decommissioned in its primary purpose, which was doing manual labor," the mechanical man explained with a synthetic smile, gesturing with his hands for your eyes to follow. "It works perfectly fine, and besides some damage to its synthetic skin and body, and a few replaced parts," he managed a soft light-hearted chuckle, "This model works perfectly fine, just not for its intended heavy lifting purposes. It will work perfectly fine for housework. Is that what you were looking for?"

As the sales-android considered the new possibility, he prompted a new question: "We have many other fine models if you are interested in something else."

The statement, whilst a little profound to you, meant next to nothing to the two androids who patiently awaited your answer.

"I was looking for someone to help around the house," you confirm.

The WX before you, nearing seven foot tall easily in the display case, glanced down at you. Unmoving, but like all androids, his eyes held an uncanny humanity within those blue depths.

He could see the consideration on your face. The way your eyes wearily, almost tenderly, traced the lines and deep scars on his synthetic skin. Deep grooves and lacerations running from his fingers, up his strong forearms and disappearing under the fabric of his standard Cyberlife shirt.

Even the androids face, while once maybe even considered handsome, had a deep scar running over its left side. Over his dirty blonde brow and high cheekbone, tracing over his lips to his chin.

It was a wonder he even worked properly, and the unspoken question must've been written all over your face again.

"The WX has had his diagnostics run perfectly well. I assure you the android itself works perfectly fine," Ethan smiled boyishly when you blushed.

"I don't doubt it," you assured him with an unintentionally adorable grin. "I've just... I've never seen an android like him," you admitted softly, those soft eyes meeting the WX's again.

He was looking right at you again.

Immediately your gaze dropped down shyly, unintentionally reading the blue holographic labels that surrounded the short white pillar he stood on.

"He has a name?" You asked, glancing over to Ethan for confirmation.

"Of course, but if you'd like to reset it-"

"No," you stopped him, feeling a bit more confident than you had when you first entered the store.

"König sounds fine to me."

König watched from his display, with a hint of utter- well... what would you call this?

Disbelief? Surprise?

Surprise when your complexion lit with a smile. Surprise when you said his name and turned to walk with the other android to the front of the store? Surprise as his eyes trailed after your form, unable to comprehend you.

For what reason could you possibly want a repurposed android like him?

It didn't make sense in the slightest, and although he watched you, he felt lost, considering possibilities that felt underwhelming in their answers.

His price was lower than others for being damaged. But so many had passed him by.

It was something König considered for a while, never finding a suitable answer until a new initiative popped across his sensors. Jolting him awake once more.

He was registered now to you. Your name popping across his vision like a directive.

"Thank you," you waved to the man who had helped you with a soft smile, getting a vaguely surprised gesture from him.

"Oh- You're very welcome!" Ethan smiled back and watched for a moment longer as you headed up to König, whom at that moment, was given back full control over his mechanical body. Unlocked from his low power mode.

The blue Thirium that cooled and powered his circuits rushed back into him. Circling through his veins and giving him back full control of his body. The world no longer running in slow motion.

König's hands lifted up slowly. The WX inspecting his hands and flexing his fingers into gentle balls. The two of you watched in silent awe as the large android moved once more, no longer destined for a Cyberlife disposal facility... but for.

König's vision refocused as you reached out. Your tiny hand taking one of his. Warm, and unmarred in contrast to his, and he could feel the almost imperceptible beating of your pulse beneath the contact.

"Come on," you smiled, not quite helping him from the stand, but guiding him down the small step. "I'll show you how to get back home, König," you mused, feeling the large androids cut up hand grip yours a bit tighter.

© Eyelambspider. I only post here on Tumblr! könig photo credit to my friend @koharu-rk800

[talesofesther]

a touch of emotion

Connor x Reader

Summary: After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.

A/N: DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3

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"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… And I couldn't…" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."

A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.

He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.

Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.

"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."

Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.

And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost… lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.

Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.

You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?

"You okay?"

Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.

You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.

"I'm… sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.

"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.

You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."

There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.

"But… we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.

"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.

Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for… something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.

Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.

It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.

How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?

Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.

Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.

"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that… that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.

Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."

It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.

"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"

"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.

You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.

When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.

Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.

Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.

You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.

Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.

"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."

Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.

As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.

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[ilywrites]

Chest, Ass or Thighs?

A/n - Hi! This is what i think the DBH characters preference’s would be between your tits, ass or thighs. I know I said I wouldn’t write smut but I don’t exactly see this in that way? But if it is seen as suggestive or anything let me know!

Characters used - Connor, Gavin, Ralph, Markus.

Warnings - None!

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CONNOR

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• I think he would be a chest guy.

• Coming home from a long day at work, and lying down on your chest to relax.

• He would love it even more if you were to rake your hands through his hair, causing him to melt into you even more than he already has.

• If you tried to get up he would 100% tighten his arms around you.

“Connor, I need to make dinner.” You chuckle out at the man who’s practically glued to you right now. Eyes shut while taking deep and long breaths, letting out occasional sighs. (Do androids even breathe?)

“Dinner can wait, it isn’t that late.” He pauses “Actually. It is pretty late.” He says after opening his eyes to check the time. “I’ll order takeout for you, what would you like my love” He says after thinking over it and deciding he doesn’t want to get up and probably won’t for a while.

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GAVIN REED

• Gavin is an ass guy 100%

• No doubt in my mind he would pull some shit like smacking it as he walks by you.

• You could be standing in the kitchen making food and he’d walk past and SMACK. No matter how many times you spin around and hit him back he still laughs at your reaction and continues to do it.

• If you and him worked together you would be in the break room making coffee. Then all of a sudden fell someone smack the piss out of your ass.

• You would already know who it is from the howl of laughter because of your body’s reaction from the smack before you even turn around.

“Gavin you ass! I’ve told you to stop that!” You say spinning around and hitting his arm. He is laughing too much to care. “Oh come on babe, it’s funny!” He says still smiling slyly. “Plus you love it when I do it. You just haven’t admitted yet.” He says coyly while grabbing his drink and taking his leave.

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MARKUS

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• If I’m being honest I think he would be both a chest and thigh guy.

• Just the thought of laying on you, no matter what it is he is laying on, is so comforting to him.

• If you have stretch marks on your thighs he would be the kind of person to trace them and kiss them, especially if you’re insecure about them.

• He would come up to you and just lay down on your lap with a sigh, then wait for you to start brushing your hand on his face like you usually do.

• I can see him being pretty touch starved so any physical touch would do, plus the likes the way you look at him while he lays on you.

You hear the door open and see Markus come in with a tired look on his face. You look up from your phone and watch as he comes and sits next to you saying a quiet “Hi darling” With a kiss. You smile and kiss his cheek “Hi love, you okay?” You ask analyzing his expressions.

“Yeah, just exhausted from the past few weeks.” He says, he looks at your lap and slowly lays his head down onto it. You smile at him with loving eyes and begin to trace his features with gentle fingers. He sighs and relaxes, his face going from a tense and scrunched expression to a relaxed smile.

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RALPH

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• This man is a thigh person in and out and you can’t change my mind.

• He would LOVE to lay on your lap while you play with his hair after you’ve been at work all day.

• Or when he just needs a break and is feeling stressed, if you’re not busy he is laying on your thighs in an instant.

• I dont think he would only enjoy laying his head on them either, especially whenever he wants to feel safe and secure. I can see him loving when you allow him to sit in your lap and stay for as long as he wants.

Ralph walks around the quiet house making his way to your shared bedroom. He peaks in the room and sees you at your desk probably working on something. He slowly walks up to you and stops at your side “Can Ralph sit in your lap?” He asks rather bluntly.

You look up at him. “Oh! Yeah, Of course!” You say with a smile, pushing your chair out from the desk and spinning it towards him. He crawls into your lap, putting his head in the crook of your neck. You rub his back soothingly while you continue to do whatever you were doing. He melts under your touch and relaxes more and more, he loves moments like this.

[lostquinn]

Lipgloss

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff

Hank comes into work and notices Connor has lipgloss on, Connors left blushing

It's been a while, too long but here's a lil something for you guys. Thanks for all the support <333

Word count - 409

You smiled at Connor as you entered the bullpen. No kne had known the two of you were dating and you were hoping to keep it that way for a short while longer.

Thoughts of this morning filled your mind. He had 'left early' for work and come to see you. The two of you had spent the morning on your couch making out and cuddling until he had to leave.

You put your bag down on your desk and retrieved your lipgloss from your bag, quickly reapplying it before setting your bag down on the floor and starting your work.

A faint smile graced your lips as you worked, Connor at his desk in the corner of your eye. He was so beautiful and you didn't mind that his desk was close by.

Eventually, Hank entered. He threw his jacket over the back of his chair and stared at Connor for a moment.

"Connor, why do you have lipstick on?"

Hanks question drew your attention to the two and you turned to face them better.

Connor touched two fingers to his lips and looked at them for a moment before licking them. God, it always got you when he licked his fingers, and he knew that.

"Actually, lieutenent, it's lipgloss. Lipsticks tend to have bolder pigmentation, resulting in more striking hues. Lip gloss is less pigmented, prioritizing shine and sparkle over vibrant shades." Connor responded without missing a beat. "It's from [name],"

"[Name] why is Connor putting your lipgloss on?"

"He hasn't? We havent even spoken yet."

"Then how is it on his lips?" Hank grumbled.

Your eyes darted to Connor, to his lips, and a smirk spread across your face. You knew how exactly. Normally, the two of you were more careful, how had both of you missed it?

"I sure do wonder how it's on his lips, Connor do you have any idea?" You said, sarcasm hanging off your words.

He looked taken aback for a moment, as both you and Hank turned to face him. You watched as he tried to figure out why there was lipgloss on him. Eventually, he realised and touched his lips, looking at you with his eyes wide.

"Kisses," he muttered, tripping over the word as a blue blush crossed his face.

Hank raised his eyebrows as he looked between the two of you. "Kisses?" He swore. "Couldn't you guys have told us all earlier? Now I owe Wilson $20,"

[scentednuttragedy]

He stared at you as you patched up another guy's wounds. He could feel something boiling up inside him and he couldn't tell what it was but something about the view just didn't feel right. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, it was all wrong but he couldn't stop feeling that nor could he take his eyes off of how you praised that another guy for taking the pain, how you softly held his arm, how you.... it should have been hi- he immediately looked away as he gulped.

"Are you done?" He didn't dare look at you cause he knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from realizing his feeling.

"Almost" you replied softly as your eyes trained on the rookie that was tagging along with you both.

"Hurry up" Was all he replied as he decided to scout the place a little more.

After a while of him investigating the surrounding he came back to see you sitting there, patching your own wounds. He hated how you hid your Injuries just to not make others worry.

"You're hurt" He frowned as he kneeled in front of you and snatched the med kit from your hand.

"I'm sorry" you felt guilty not cause you didnt tell him but cause you made him worry. All he did was shook his head and sigh. He knew you were too stubborn to reason with and he loved that thing about you just as much as he hated it.

"Where's the rookie?" He questioned to change the topic. He couldn't help himself, he thought the feeling would leave but it just sat there waiting to burst open.

"I don't know,"  You shrugged, you knew that the rookie was smart and strong enough to look after himself.

"You should know" he scoffed

"What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Come on, you think I didn't see you being all flirty with him" He said in a hushed tone. The image of you and that rookie.... or someone else kept replaying in his mind. Was he scared of losing you? What was this feeling? He was terrified of even thinking but he couldn't control his tongue.

"Are you jealous...?" You were unsure if he was or not, you didn't want to jump to conclusions but what he said made you curious.

"I don't know..." He sighed as he finished patching up your wound and sat beside you as he stared up at the ceiling.

"What are we?" He asked.

A question both of you always ignored.. a question to which both of you knew answer to. It never felt this way... the feeling felt so invisible but today seeing you being happy with someone else made him realize what it was and he was terrified to admit it. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want to admit that he had fallen head over heels for you.

"I don't know...." You looked at him as a feeling of fear took over. You knew too that you loved him but you were too scared to admit it, too scared to face the feeling.

"I'm not sure what this is between us but it's getting real hard to ignore" He chuckled

"I think I know what it is" you smiled as you looked at him

"Good. I didn't wanna say it just yet" He returned your smile as he looked into your eyes.

The uncertainty was gone and now was replaced with the feeling of peace and acceptance. You both loved each other and it just felt right. It wasn't some cat and mouse chase, it wasn't some toxic stuff. It was all there, healing you both slowly and softly. the feelings have had always been there but both of you were too stubborn to realize them.. you both refused to accept them.

"You know right I'll always be by your side?" You say softly

"I know. Just you and me, yeah?" He smiled as he looked at you softly. You could see the love in his eyes and it just felt right.

"Just me and you"

Feel free to think of any character you wish to! Thank you for reading! Please take care of yourself <3

[oh-manly]

Reed900 Valentine's Day comic from 2021! <3

Idiots are in love and so am I!

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- Tiny spider (Alastor x Reader)

Series

- The co-host (Alastor x Overlord!Reader) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Headcannons

- Stolas

Arcane

one shots

- The sunset between us (MyloxFem!Reader)

- In fire and anguish (VanderxFem!Reader)

- Legend of the horse (MyloxFem!Reader)

- Arcane Augmentation (ViktorxInventor!Fem!Reader)

Series

- Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader) [1] [2] [3]

Headcannons

- Close friends - Modern Au - Being taken in by silco

Detroit

Headcannons

- Connor&Hank

Rick and Morty

One-shots

- The only one (Rick x Fem!reader)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Series

- Fish out of water (Arthur x OcPirate!Fem!Reader) [0] [1]

One shots

- Stray (Mentor!Hosea x Child!Reader) - Colter (Hosea x Male!Reader)- Brothers in arms (Sean x Male!Reader)

- Kiss the girl (Sean x FemReader) - Had it coming (Camp x Reader)

[geesegooseblog]

Life Update <3

Hi guys!! It’s been a little while since I last posted, but I’ve gained a few followers in the interim which is very exciting!! How are you all!!

To be fair, I’m not quite used to posting regularly here on tumblr so I’m trying to culminate more fics for everyone. I just wanted to come on and thank everyone who sees this for liking my stuff 🩷

There’s definitely more stories to come, I just gotta let them brew. In the meantime, make sure you drink lots of water today, and have an amazing day!!!

[ash-writies]

Hello!! Could you please do the touch starved bingo with Connor? the reader lets loose at a get-together for the police/investigation team and lingers around Connor with subtle but noticeable touches in hopes they’ll be returned? Thank you! <3

A/n: lots of requests for reader flirting with Connor lol next time big boy’s gonna make the first move I promise

Summary: You find Connor, your long time crush, sitting at the bar during a party and decide to keep him company

Warnings: none :>

~450 Words

Connor was never one for these kind of things. Hank had convinced him to come, claiming it would be fun, but Connor was convinced it was because he wanted a designated driver. He sat on a stool away from the crowd, analyzing the way everyone interacted with each other.Though the war woth deviants concluded peacefully, he noticed there were still times his presence made people uncomfortable.

Interrupting his thoughts, you slid up to him and smiled, “not one for parties huh?”

He returned your smile, “yeah, not really.”

“Yeah I get that, sometimes they really drag on,” you leaned in like you were sharing a secret, “I think this one has gotten to that point.”

His brows furrowed, “I thought you were having fun.”

You brushed the hair by his temple back, fingers grazing over his LED, and watched it flicker yellow, “be careful, I don’t want you breaking anything.” You smirked as his eyes flickered around your face. “I was for a while but all this interaction is tiring.”

You dropped your hand and ordered a drink, watching him shift out of the corner of your eye. You tried to hide your smile in your drink as you took a sip. As silence filled the space between you, you felt your fingers twitch, needing an excuse to touch him. Tapping the glass of your drink with your left hand, you shifted your attention back to him, “So what are you doing here?”

“Hank asked me to come, he thought it’d be fun.” His breath hitched as you began running your fingers down the sleeve of his jacket.

You chuckled, “Do you always do what Hank asks you to?” As your fingers got closer to his wrist his fingers involuntary twitched into a fist. He shook his head. You hummed as you began to gently open his hand, turning it so it was laying palm up. “So you came because He thought you would have fun- but you’re sitting here all by yourself.”

His LED flickered red as you traced shapes into his palm, occasionally running your fingers along his. He cleared his throat, “I knew you’d be here.”

“You came for me?” you asked, beginning to withdrawal your hand. He quickly grabbed it, his skin missing yours. Smiling, you asked, “Why?”

“I think you already know the answer,” he said, leaning closer to you.

“Pretend I don’t have a clue,” you chuckled, copying his movements with a smirk on your lips. 

You found his eyes boring into you with an intensity you hadn’t expected. “Because I like being around you, I like you.”

You tilted your head, “oh, maybe I had a little hunch then.” He smiled, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and suddenly his lips were on yours.

He pulled back, both of your faces bright and giddy, “then what took us so long?”

[colossalcriminal]

Memory Lane, Detroit. - j.m.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!Reader, slight Connor x fem!Reader, Hank x Daughter!Reader (mentioned), Last of Us x Detroit: Become Human crossover. Summary: They say home is where the heart is, but when Y/N stumbles upon Detroit on their journey to Wyoming, she feels as though home is where her heart once was, and where it could be one day.

Content warnings: mentions of death, pregnancy, late30s!reader x 50s!Joel. Android revolution failed in 2002, outbreak occurred in 2003.

They're in Detroit.

Something about it hits her like a tonne of bricks or tripping on cobblestone when wearing nice heeled shoes like they used to. Either way, she stumbles, nearly falling. Maybe it's the air, the feel, the familiarity, but she's certain it isn't the look of it.

Detroit is unrecognisable, for the most part.

That's what one nightmare after another does to a place, she guesses.

"Come on, I know somewhere we can stay the night."

Joel and Ellie follow her, nearly mindlessly. The former takes note of this as Y/N's domain, her territory, etched into the back of her brain, and the girl isn't one to argue with her like she does with Joel.

They walk, as they have done through the summertime. Every now and then her eyes trail over a familiar street sign, or an old store. She swears you could hear a subtle whistle in the wind, a slight hum of laughter, but she decides it's the ghost of her youth.

Not terrible, is one way to describe the house. The disease has been kind enough to leave it remotely untouched. It's dark, but the windows are open and the curtains are torn, so it has been touched.

Joel goes to open the door, the handle doesn't budge, he grunts. "Hold on." He steps away with a huff, watching her movements. Y/N kicks over a potted plant, the organism long dead and smelling slightly foul if you're close enough to it, underneath is a silver key. "Spare."

She unlocks the door with a professional force, the kind you'd employ if you were a resident of the property, but Joel doesn't ask her just yet. Ellie is the first to go inside, instantly hopping onto the couch. The springiness surprises her, a giggle escapes her lips, Y/N smiles. "Ellie, there's a room down the hall for you. On the right." She listens, dashing down the hall and into the bedroom whilst the older woman stays put. "Hello?"

"Who're you calling out to?"

Her head snaps in Joel's direction at his query, he stands near the entry to the kitchen. "Was just wondering something."

The house is empty, apart from the three of them. She goes past him into the kitchen, there is a nearly empty bottle of liquor by the sink, a singular photograph on the surface of the dining table. "You alright, darlin'?" Her partner says from behind her, he presses his chest to her back, his arms caging her against the table.

"Yeah." He catches a glimpse of the photo she stares at before she turns to face him. "Just thinking, honey."

A sigh escapes his mouth, his hands plant themselves on her waist. "I know." And he does, he knows what she's thinking about. "Any idea where he is?"

Y/N shakes her head. "For all I know, he could be-"

Joel interrupts her, his digits lightly dig into the flesh of her midsection. "Don't think like that. C'mon, now," His right hand travels, his fingertips lightly hooking under her chin, she finally looks into his stormy grey eyes.

The corners of her lips tug upward, the smile is small, she places a quick peck on his lips. "Let's get some rest, hm?" They slowly step to the living room, he settles in to the sofa first, she doesn't join. "Hold on, just wanna see something outside. I'll only be a minute."

"Be careful."

And so she is, silently leaving the house, her hand stays on the handle of her gun, fingertip teasing the trigger.

It's eerily quiet. A rustle. It's faint, almost nonexistent, she turns to her left. "Jesus, fuck."

The subject of her curses tilts his head, his eyes squint momentarily. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, Connor."

They look at each other, it isn't brief or fleeting, their stares bore holes into the other.

Connor looks just as he did twenty years ago, his skin smooth, hair dark and eyes youthful, but his clothes are rugged, his CyberLife jacket has been lost and his tie is ripped. The sleeves of his button up are folded to reveal dirt stained forearms.

His eyes, they're dim, dark brown and dull, probably from some many years of lonesome survival. They soften upon her, her own tiresome eyes could mirror his, the underneath of them are dark and slightly hollow.

Also hollowed out are her cheeks. Small wrinkles fold over each other at the outer corners of her eyes, her hair isn't as long as it once was, but for the most part, Connor smiles at how gracefully she has aged, despite the obvious circumstances.

"How are you?" The question is futile, but he hasn't had much practice with human interaction in recent decades.

"Surviving." Her brows furrow, she's unable to remain curt, cool and collected, worry flashes across her features. "You're still here? After all this time?"

The android nods, somewhat proud, a little. "Taking care of the house."

"I guess no one expects an android to stick around." He smiles a little at the humor in her sarcasm. "Where is he? My dad."

Connor takes a step forward, and judging by the frown playing at his lips, she knows what is coming. "Y/N," Her head begins to nod, despite the news still inching off the tip of his tongue. "Hank died. Seventeen years ago."

"Oh."

Something shifts in her stomach, a revelation, a sense of relief. A conclusion has been presented to her, certainty floods her veins, a light has shone itself upon the darkness of unknowing and death.

"Was he," The woman sucks in a breath. "was he alone, or in pain? Was he bitten?"

"No. No, he was sick. He had been for about a year, he decided it was time." Y/N's lips purse, she continues to nod feverishly, her brain processes his words. "He thought of you. You and Cole were the last Hank spoke about. We didn't know you were alive."

On that cool day in September twenty years ago, she'd arrived in New York for university, but had barely made it through her first lecture when the news echoed throughout the bustling city.

"Yeah, I know." Y/N sniffles, not from tears, but something tingles. "I tried driving back to you, couldn't make it past Pittsburgh, it'd been quarantined by then."

Connor nods. "Yes."

"I found a group, a couple of us settled in the Boston QZ."

He tilts his head, curious. "Boston's far, what are you doing here?"

She rubs at her temples, shifting her weight between her feet. "We think we've found something, a cure, we need to get her to a lab in Wyoming."

"Her?"

"It's complicated."

"I can help."

"What?"

The android is unfazed. "I can help you get to Wyoming."

A click sounds, from behind her, she turns to find Joel, weapon in hand and pointed for Connor's head. "Y/N, go inside, I'll deal with him."

She shakes her head, a breathy chuckle leaves her. "No, Joel, this is Connor."

His gun lowers. "That Connor?"

"Yeah. Connor, this is Joel, my,"

"I'm her husband." He finishes, face suddenly scrunching in disbelief when he faces her, no one can pinpoint the expression he holds.

"I will give you both some time to talk." Connor, in true android fashion, abruptly walks away, his hands clasped behind his back.

Y/N sits on the stone steps that lead to the porch of the house, planting herself next to where Joel stands. She tugs on his trousers, he sits next to her. "That android thing?"

"That android thing cared for my dad and kept this house in shape." She tells him. "My dad worked the deviant cases to stop the android revolution with him. I was nosy, pestering Connor for information."

"Haven't changed much, honey."

Her shoulder bumps his, it does little damage. "When you met me in Pittsburgh?" He nods, urging her to continue. "I had driven from New York, was just about to start my first year of college."

Joel's hand rests on her thigh, the warmth of his palms comforts her skin, she leans into him completely and he welcomes her touch with a kiss to her hair. "He wants to help us get Ellie to Wyoming."

"Can he use a gun?"

"Mhm."

"Alright, then."

Removing her head from his shoulder, she looks up at him, kissing his lips once, twice, until he holds her jaw and keeps her lips put against his for a third, longer time. She chuckles into his affection, they part minimally, until the similar rustling of an android's footsteps return. "Hey, you're sure you want to come with us?"

Connor nods at her question, he holds his hand out to Joel, who takes it firmly, barely shaking it. "I'll see you both inside."

"Yeah, baby." Her hand trails along the side of his torso, fingertips hovering over his leg as he gets up, Connor takes Joel's place next to her. "It's good to see you, Connor, after so long."

He smiles, fully, this time, slightly toothy. "You, too, Y/N. You've grown."

"Mhm." There's a certain glee in his awkwardness, "Hate the fact that you look the same, so damn great, fucking android."

The familiar sound of her sardonic humor hits his ears, it's like music to his mechanical brain, he dares to chuckle. "Sorry, about that. You don't look too bad yourself." It takes everything in the blue of his blood not to mention how similar she is to Hank.

A moment of silence, there's something she wants to say, Y/N remains chewing on the words, stewing in her vocabulary. "You can say it."

"I'm pregnant."

That isn't what he's expecting, he's taken aback, eyebrows raised for just a moment. "Congratulations."

"Well, thanks, yeah, kind of. Shit world we're in." Connor doesn't respond, he agrees. "But Joel takes good care of me. Been doing so for sixteen years."

"That's good." He looks at her, rather than ahead across the street like they have been doing. "You can always come back here."

She does the same, also smiling. "Yeah? Thanks, Connor."

Quiet, Detroit is so quiet, peace is a smell in the air.

The door to the house opens at such a speed, it threatens to fly off its hinge. "Joel said there's an android!"

"Fucking Joel." Y/N mutters.

[honey-beann]

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Sweet Victory

Connor x Reader Fluff

💕 - Kisses

Note: Okay look, I genuinely thought I hadn't gone that far over on this one until I put it in the word counter, so no judgement allowed! (For those of you who might not know this was supposed to be a 200-600 word drabble and I failed hard at keeping to that limit).

So, with that said, here is this request fulfilled with a word count far higher than I had initially anticipated (sorry, I apparently have no self-control).

A huge thanks to the Anon who requested this, and I hope everyone enjoys this random fluff fic!

Word Count: 2,534

Okay, so maybe you could be a little bit competitive at times. Was that really such a crime?

Sure, this was supposed to be some children's event designed to help the DPD gain favor amongst the younger generation of Detroit Citizens, but what were you supposed to do, just let your teammate down? Hell no, if you were in it, you were in it to win it, and that was a fact.

"Okay, remind me of what we have left to find?"

You asked Louisa, the eight year old girl walking alongside you, who you had only just met twenty minutes earlier.

Prior to the notice you'd received just this morning, you'd had absolutely no idea about the fact that kids were coming into the DPD today, let alone that you would be paired with one for their little scavenger hunt (and that may have showed in how unprepared and unsure you seemed).

That said, somehow, you had ended up with the most understanding third grader of all time, which you found yourself incredibly grateful for.

"Uh..."

Louisa checked her paper before continuing,

"It says we need to get warning citations written by an officer who isn't on duty right now, find where the Captain hides the donuts until after precinct meetings, and get something one of a kind from one of the detectives."

You raised a brow at that last one,

"One of a kind?"

You questioned looking down to see Louisa nodding in response as she looked down at the sheet in front of her.

"Yup. It says that at the end of the scavenger hunt Officers Miller and Chen will decide together who got the most unique item, and that that team will get points for the category."

"Huh, okay then."

You said, shrugging a bit before smiling down at your new friend,

"How about we go grab us some donuts?"

Five minutes and one trip to the storage closet later, and you and Louisa were making your way towards Chris Miller's desk, where you slid him his favorite powdered sugar confection before giving him your best (most pleading) smile.

"Wanna write us some citations, Officer Miller?"

You asked politely, watching as Chris looked down at the treat in front of him before looking back up at you and your partner with a slightly guilty looking smile.

"No can do, judges can't participate in the competition."

You groaned under your breath, shooting a nervous grin down to Louisa before you began scanning the bullpen with your eyes, looking around for another off duty officer while cursing yourself for never paying attention to the officer duty schedule.

That is, until your eyes landed on a familiar face.

Connor, everyone's favorite rk800 (or maybe that was just a you thing) was just sitting at his desk, all but begging to be interrupted by your shenanigans.

Instantly, you started making your way toward him, motioning for Louisa to follow you as you did so.

"Hey, you forgot your donut!"

Chris called after you, causing you to simply shake your head in response, a rather cheeky looking grin spreading across your face as you briefly turned to look at him.

"Don't need it."

Within moments, you were stood beside Connor's desk, hands clasped politely in front of you as you tried your best not to look as devious as you felt.

Immediately, the android looked up at you, a familiarly soft smile forming on his lips as he opened his mouth to speak, though he notably faltered when his eyes fell to the eight year old beside you.

"Good morning Detective, is there something I can help you with?"

He asked politely, his demeanor immediately making you smile ever so slightly.

"Hey Con, can I ask you a favor?"

The android in question seemed to perk up at your words, tilting his head as he turned his chair to face you and your new partner properly.

"Well I can certainly try. What can I assist you two with?"

You blushed ever so slightly at the sight of him as he turned to face you, trying your best not to make how good you thought he looked in that perfectly tailored dress shirt too obvious.

Thankfully, Louisa clearing her throat beside you brought you back to reality, and you quickly answered.

"We need an off duty officer to write us warning citations, but I can't remember the officer schedule for today. Did you happen to take a look at it anytime recently?"

Connor hummed, his LED briefly going yellow before slowly circling back to it's typical stagnant blue.

He nodded.

"According to the schedule, Officers Brown and Person are both off duty for the afternoon."

Your eyes scanned the room once more before they finally fell on Person, who sat at her desk, tapping away at her keyboard.

You grinned at Connor, fighting the urge to hug him as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

"Awesome, thanks Con!"

You enthused,

"I'll be sure to pay for lunch tomorrow to make it up to you."

The android in question smiled but shrugged his shoulders,

"I'm always happy to be of assistance, Detective, with or without incentive."

With that, he bid the two of you farewell before turning back towards his desk and continuing whatever he'd been doing prior to your (all too welcome) interruption.

Meanwhile, you and Louisa set off toward Officer Person's desk, which was when Louisa spoke up again.

"Was that your boyfriend?"

She asked, causing you to startle a bit before laughing nervously.

"Uh..."

You trailed off, looking over your shoulder slightly to glance at Connor once more.

The man had super hearing, and would therefore probably hear what you were about to say, but if you thought too hard about that the words would never come, so you just pretended he was too distracted to listen properly.

"Kind of. We've gone on a few dates together."

Louisa smiled and nodded,

"Yeah, I thought so."

Your cheeks reddened slightly at her comment, but you pressed onward nonetheless until finally, you made it to Officer Person's desk, where you were immediately regarded with an almost taunting eyebrow raise.

"Did I see you using lover boy over there to your advantage?"

She teased as she pulled her citation notepad out of her desk, writing your name at the top without even having to ask any of the spelling details.

You blanched.

"Oh hush, Person, who else was I supposed to ask? He has a literal connection to the database in his brain."

The woman in front of you shrugged, but her grin remained persistent nonetheless.

"Whatever you say, Detective, I just thought the first kiss came a stage before asking for personal favors. But hey, I could be wrong."

She finished up your citation and ripped it away from the rest of her note pad with a flourish before handing it to you and shifting her attention towards Louisa.

"Now what's your name?"

She asked.

You rolled your eyes at your friend and coworkers antics, looking down at your citation with a sigh only to be met with an absolutely humiliating sight.

Under infraction, Person had put 'Not kissing by the fifth date despite previously verbalized intentions to do so'.

You groaned internally, glaring down at your still seated friend as she finished up Louisa's warning citation, which cited that she was 'Stealing the hearts of Detroit's finest left and right'.

She handed it to the young girl with a kind smile before turning her attention back to you, satisfaction written all over your face.

"Anything else you need, Detective? I could give you some courage for your next outing with -"

"I think we're all set, thanks Person."

You muttered through gritted teeth, watching as she simply laughed before giving you a nod and waving the two of you off.

"Well in that case you'd better get moving then, the scavenger hunt ends in five."

You felt your eyes widen at that, and you cursed quietly before looking around the room.

Your brain struggled to conjure up the image of anyone who could provide you with that final artifact, something so unique it was guaranteed to win. Something that was truly one of a kind.

At that, your mind abruptly brought your thoughts to Hank, the lieutenant detective like no other (because no other could ever get away with doing the things he did).

Spotting him just outside the break room, you hurried over, offering him a quick greeting before getting straight down to business. The clock was ticking after all.

"Hey Hank, got any unique items on ya?"

You asked, gesturing to Louisa at your side as your only explanation.

Hank sighed, clearly having been asked this question more than once this morning.

You bristled a bit at this, realizing that maybe asking Hank had been a bit too obvious of a choice.

Still, what other options did you have now with only two minutes left?

"C'mon Lieutenant, anything?"

You all but pleaded, watching as Hank sighed and pulled a gold plated DPD pen out of his pocket.

"Jeffrey bought one of these for each high ranking officer like fifteen years ago. As far as I know, he and I are the only ones left that still have one."

You cheered a bit at the win, thanking Hank profusely before walking over to the crowd of waiting students and precinct workers to see who would be crowned the winner once items were handed in.

Except as you stood with your partner at your side, you couldn't help but notice something shiny sticking out of Gavin's pocket.

"Hey Reed!"

You called out without thinking, catching the attention of the aforementioned officer immediately.

"What?"

He replied snidely, never having been your biggest fan.

You ignored his tone.

"What'd you get for your unique item?"

Gavin regarded you with distrust for a moment before he seemed to get over it. He shrugged as he pulled the shiny thing out of his pocket entirely.

"Some pen Jeffrey gave my kid when he asked for a unique item. Said nobody else should have it."

You cursed under your breath, looking down at Louisa to find her staring up at you, the question of 'what do we do now?' obvious in her eyes.

You swallowed thickly, looking around the room at the various officers who were sitting at their desks.

You checked your watch.

Thirty more seconds.

Could you even hope to convince one of them to give you something by then, let alone have them actually find something genuinely one of a kind in so little time?

No, that would take far too long.

So now, you were left with only one option.

"Quick, come with me."

You told Louisa, taking her hand and weaving through the crowd with her, walking as fast as you reasonably could with a child at your side until you reached Connor's desk.

Sensing your urgency, the android stood as you grew closer, worry evident in his expression.

"Detective, is there something wrong? Do you need something?"

He asked, and you fought off the urge to take the additional time to assuage his fears and instead turned to face Louisa.

"Cover your eyes."

You told her firmly, watching as she nodded and did as she was told without question, equally as determined to win as you were, and knowing there was no time for you to clarify.

With that, you turned back to Connor, taking a single deep and shaky breath before speaking.

"Kiss me."

You said, cheeks immediately becoming warm as the man in front of you tilted his head in confusion, his eyes searching yours for any type of answer, or even just an ounce of context.

You looked down at your watch.

10 seconds.

"My apologies, Detective, but what did you just-"

"Con, I swear I'll explain later, but right now I really need you to kiss m-"

You were interrupted by a strong hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging you closer, and then suddenly, there were lips, warm and firm, pressing against your own.

You gasped briefly, shocked despite your previous pleas, before melting into the man in front of you, your arms moving to wrap around his neck as he kissed you so sweetly you could have wept.

By the time he pulled away, your face was beet red and your legs felt lie jelly.

Connor smiled nervously down at you, grabbing your hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

"I didn't think you would-"

"I figured it out."

He clarified before you could finish, glancing down at the pen in your pocket with a slight smirk.

"No need to clarify."

You nodded almost mindlessly, finding yourself crashing back into reality only when you heard your name get called from the other side of the room.

You snapped to attention, looking over to Chris and Tina, who were both holding back laughter.

"Sorry, what did you guys need?"

You asked, your voice slightly higher in pitch than usual as you struggled to contain your embarrassment.

"We need you to hand in your items."

Chris replied, and you nodded slowly before handing everything to Louisa, following behind her as she rushed back over to the group, immediately giving the judges everything the two of you had collected.

It was then and only then, after they scored the groups based on their initial findings, that they asked about the unique items.

And at that point, everyone began to share.

You thought about leaving, or maybe even just falling off the face of the earth altogether, but in the end when they called your name, you steeled your resolve, opening up your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Louisa.

"She got a kiss from Detective Connor!"

She shouted giddily, all but dancing on her feet as she spoke, eyes gleaming in a way that told you how much the sight of your budding romance had excited her.

"It was their first kiss and everything!"

You felt your eyes widen at that comment, and in an effort to keep her from saying anything more you started to laugh nervously, watching as the whole room looked towards you, some of them grinning while others regarded you with a raised brow.

"Well, I mean..."

Tina began, chuckling a bit as she turned to her fellow judge to share her thoughts,

"I'm not sure if anything can beat that in terms of uniqueness."

Chris shook his head, smirking amusedly at your thoroughly embarrassed expression as he spoke up,

"You know what Officer Chen? I was thinking the exact same thing."

They looked at each other before nodding, choosing without hesitance to extend your misery.

"I guess that means we have our winners!"

They shouted together, causing the entire group to clap as you attempted to sink into the floor beneath your feet, far too nervous to look up and see the expressions of those around you.

Gee, this was gonna be a fun one to explain to the captain during your lunch break today.

'But hey', you thought as you looked down at Louisa's smiling face.

'At least we won'.

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