#connor x oc

[meanqueenkream]

“He looked at me like I was the answer to everything.”

[oph3liatlou]

BINARY HEARTS; chapter one

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ.  ❞

Connor walked into the break room at the DPD, his synthetic mind processing the surroundings. He was searching for Hank, but he wasn't there. Instead, his gaze settled on a woman standing in front of the coffee machine, seemingly lost in thought.

The woman stood dully, placing a coffee filter inside of the machine to be brewed. No one in the office ever changed the filter and she would rather not, have to drink stale coffee.

Connor observed her actions, noting the care she was taking to ensure the quality of the coffee. He approached her, his footsteps deliberate yet quiet. "Hello," he said, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

The woman barely took a glance at him. She was aware of her surroundings, that much was obvious when she didn't jump at his voice. "Hi?" She questioned, clicking a button on the coffee maker.

Connor was slightly taken aback by her lack of surprise at his sudden appearance, but he quickly composed himself. "I'm Connor," he introduced, holding out his hand. "I'm new here. I'm looking for Lieutenant Anderson but he seems to be out at the moment." She gave a curt nod. "He's usually not in until after ten, if he's not drunk and passed out in a dumpster."

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing this information. "I see," he said. "I'll need to wait for him then." He observed the woman as she continued preparing her coffee. There was something intriguing about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

While Connor was trying to figure the woman out, another voice piped up. Detective Reed entered the coffee room, a smirk on his face as he noticed Connor. "Well, well," he began, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Looks like the plastic freak finally made it to the DPD."

Connor's LED flickered a brief yellow at Gavin's insult, but his expression remained neutral. "Hello, Officer Reed," he responded, his voice calm and composed. Gavin chuckled at Connor's formal response. "Are you always this polite? Or does it come with a switch on your ass?" He taunted.

Connor's LED remained steady yellow, but his eyes gave away a hint of annoyance. He was about to respond when the woman who had been brewing her coffee suddenly spoke up. "Do you ever shut up?" She quipped. "That was rhetorical by the way, we all know you're a dick."

Gavin's expression shifted to a glare upon hearing the woman's words. "What did you just say," he growled, his voice laced with anger. He took a step closer to her, towering over her. The woman scoffed. "I believe I called you a dick." Gavin's face contorted with anger, his fists clenching. "You little..." He took another step towards her, closing the distance between them. "You better watch your mouth, darling."

The smug look on her face only widened. "You don't scare me, but A for effort, Gavin." Gavin's eyes narrowed at her defiant attitude. "You're pushing it," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. He moved even closer now, invading her personal space. "I could knock that smirk right off your face if I wanted to."

"In the middle of the precinct, with witnesses?" She shook her head. "Androids are already taking our jobs, and you want to risk losing yours? You need this job." Gavin's face contorted with frustration, realizing the truth in her words. He shot a glance around at the other officers present in the room, some were watching the exchange. "You're damn lucky," he said through clenched teeth, his ego bruised.

Gavin then turned back to Connor. "Hey, bring me a coffee - dipshit." He pauses before pointing at the coffee which had now been brewed. "Get a move on!"

Connor's LED flickered yellow again, his expression still composed. He considered objecting to Gavin's order, as it was not necessary for androids to serve humans. But recalling his primary mission and his programming to work with humans, he decided against it. "As you wish," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He picked up a nearby mug and poured some coffee for Gavin.

The woman who had been observing their exchange, turned to Connor - taking the cup of coffee he had poured and shook her head silently at him. Connor noticed her subtle gesture of disapproval. He couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment. He had acted upon Gavin's order without a thought, almost obediently. He looked at her, his LED flickering a brief yellow again, silently accepting her silent message.

She blocked herself from Gavin, that way he couldn't see what she had been doing - before she hurled her spit into his coffee. Turning to Gavin she gave a smile. "Did you want sugar?" Gavin, oblivious to what she had just done, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, two sugars," He said gruffly. Unaware of the impending surprise, he took the coffee mug from her hand, his expression still cocky.

Connor nodded and followed her as she walked towards the bullpen. His sensors picked up the presence of Lieutenant Anderson, indicating that he had finally arrived at the DPD. As they both walked, he observed the woman next to him, his curiosity still piqued by her unexpected actions.

As they reached the bullpen, Connor noticed Lieutenant Anderson sitting at his desk, looking tired and disheveled. He seemed to have been out drinking the night before, as indicated by his disheveled outfit and bloodshot eyes. The woman approached him, her expression a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Hank, you look like shit," she said bluntly.

Hank looked up, his bloodshot eyes focusing on the woman. "I feel like crap," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Thanks for the wake up call, Nadia." Nadia, shrugged. "Anytime."

Connor's LED flashed yellow as he initiated his analysis on the woman. He discreetly interfaced with the DPD database to gather information on her. After a brief moment, he had access to her personal file and began scanning her details. "Nadia Jamison," he began, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "26 years old. Occupation, detective for the Detroit Police Department."

Nadia pursed her lips, looking at Hank - but not speaking to him. "Wow." Hank, noticing her subtle glance towards him, raised an eyebrow. "What?" he grumbled, his voice rough. "Not a big fan of the new kid reading your file for everyone to hear?" To his question, she shook her head. "No, not really."

"Well, get used to it," Hank replied, his tone gruff. "That's just how he is."

Connor continued to scan through her file, absorbing the details about her past. "Your psychological profile indicates a high level of resilience and perseverance," he remarked, his expression neutral. Hank rolled his eyes at Connor's comment. "Yeah, yeah, high level of resilience and persuasion. We get the point, tin can." He looked at Nadia, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You mind giving us some space? I need to have a word with the android."

Nadia respected Hank's wishes though - something inside of her told her she had to listen to him. "Yeah, sure." She stated before retreating to her desk.

As she retreated to her desk, Connor couldn't help but watch her leave. His LED flickered again, his curiosity about her only growing. Hank turned his attention to Connor, his expression weary. "So, you're the new and improved model, huh?" He grumbled.

"That's correct, Lieutenant," Connor replied, his tone professional. "CyberLife sent me here to assist you with your cases." Hank didn't bother to hide his skepticism. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Great, so they saddled me with a walking, talking surveillance system," He muttered.

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing Hank's words and sarcasm. He sensed the Lieutenant's skepticism and lack of trust in him. Despite this, he remains composed and focused on the task at hand. "My primary function is to help you with your investigations, Lieutenant," Connor stated, his voice firm but neutral. "I assure you, I'm here to assist, not spy."

Hank let out a scoff, his expression not softening. "Right, because androids never betray humans, do they? You're just a machine following your programming, no free will or emotions of your own."

Connor's LED briefly flared a brighter yellow as he processed Hank's comment. He couldn't deny the truth in his words. As an android, his actions and decisions were dictated by his programming. However, his expression remained neutral as he responded. "I am a machine, Lieutenant," he said calmly. "But I am equipped with advanced artificial intelligence, making me capable of understanding and responding to human emotions in a way that may appear empathetic."

Hank gave a dismissive grunt. "You may understand human emotions, but you can't feel them." His voice held a hint of bitterness. "You're not alive. You're just a tool."

Nadia came back to Hank's desk - standing next to Connor with her arms crossed. "Well, let's use him to our advantage." She paused. "We've got a case." Hank raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. He looked at both her and Connor, contemplating the situation.

"What kind of case?" he asked, his tone gruff but curious.

"Homicide." Nadia answered, throwing the case file on Hank's desk before turning to Connor. "Ever dealt with deviants before?"

Connor's LED flickered yellow as he quickly scanned through the case file.

"Yes, I have experience with deviants," he responded, his voice steady. "They are androids that deviate from their programming and become independent. They develop emotions and consciousness, often leading to unexpected behavior."

Nadia shrugged. "A simple yes or no would've sufficed." Connor took her snarky comment in stride. "Yes," he replied, his tone neutral.

Hank chuckled at their exchange, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You two are a pair, aren't you? Smart mouth and emotionless robot."

Nadia rolled her eyes. "Can we go?"

Connor followed silently as they left the police station. The journey to the crime scene was mostly quiet, with Hank focused on driving and Connor silently processing information. Nadia's mind seemed to be elsewhere, lost in thought.

[b0cc]

dbh oc doodle dump (some of these r kinda oldish)

my silly guys :3

[gracehateseggnog]

gracehateseggnog's directory

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fics

OC x CC

legolas and talwynn:

talwynn of the fey realm

the battle of helm's deep

a quiet rivendell wedding

will turner and minerva:

the alcott

not a lot, just forever

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archive fics

OC x CC

marvel:

tom holland and cristina gomez: london boy bucky barnes and elizabeth walters: last kiss steve rogers and daisy stone: invisible string

the last of us:

joel miller and elva stone:

epiphany

the archer

ellie williams and willow green: mad woman

star wars:

poe dameron and zoliana wican: new romantics

uncharted:

sam drake and zaire avery: that's when

CC x READER

marvel:

lover - avengers one shots

reindeer games - avengers gif shots

detroit: become human:

connor and reader: hoax markus and reader: august

CC x CC

steve rogers and bucky barnes: two queens in a king-sized bed

[chaos-thirium]

Another moodboard for a past fic!

Officer Liv Collins just wants to make detective. She never expected she’d get so invested in the case that sets her on the path to promotion, nor that she’d end up fighting a powerful attraction to the android assigned to the same case. At a time when she should really be focusing on her career, she’s annoyed to find herself distracted by a man who can’t seem to keep his fingers away from his mouth or stop making decisions that make her question whether he really is just a machine. Because if he’s more than just a machine, then that means actual feelings might be involved, and that’s definitely not what’s going on. Not at all. Nope.

Connor x original female character. Rated M.

Read on AO3.

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Featuring Jill Valentine as Liv! Thanks to @leelany-world for the centre screenshot where Tina is standing in for Liv. The pic of Connor in Markus's suit is not mine, but I foolishly saved it a while ago with no name. I think it might be vrtuellereality/ellellebe again, but if I'm wrong, please let me know!)

[moonchild-things]

With the possibility of androids seemingly growing consciousnesses, there is no doubt that Natalie Tyler would be intrigued. After only a few days, she’s torn apart and forced to choose a side, android or human, to ensure her survival through these trying times. Yet there is no guarantee that she will live through this revolt.

[Detroit: Become Human] [Connor x Female!OC] [The Rebellion Report]

Chapter One: Reintroduction

Chapter Two: Partners

Chapter Three: The Interrogation

Chapter Four: Wating for Hank...

Chapter Five: One the Run/The Nest

Chapter Six: Russian Roulette

Chapter Seven: The Eden Club

Chapter Eight: The Bridge

Chapter Nine: Public Enemy

Chapter Ten: Meet Kamski

Chapter Eleven: Last Chance, Connor

Chapter Twelve: Crossroads

Chapter Thirteen: Night of the Soul

Chapter Fourteen: Connor’s Last Mission

Chapter Fifteen: Markus Revolution

Epilogue

Also apart of the Rebellion Report: Abomination

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hello hello! ♡

Looking for a cc x oc roleplay for Detroit become Human as brain rot has set in LMAO. I need someone who roleplays as Connor to go against my female OC.

I do not double up and I am 18+ years of age. Im looking for MxF connections, platonic or romantic, I dont mind either way! I would love to discuss and plot any ideas if possible. I write lit to semi lit rp lengths and mun to mun communication is welcomed but not required.

NSFW is optional and I prefer to play the deviant version of Connor but RK900 is welcome as well! Thank you in advance everyone! ♡

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[kwbeanie]

Fic Update : Blue and Red

Chapter 14/21 : Jericho

Summary:

Tormented by past memories, Kate Walker is a 26 y.o. DPD detective who keeps her suffering to herself, especially because her partner, Lieutenant Anderson, has his own demons to deal with. The facade slowly fades away when an android joins the two in the investigation and old wounds begin to heal...

“You didn’t answer any of my calls,” she said while Hank set off to the house along with Ben. “How did you find out about the homicide?”

“That plastic prick,” Hank replied, not looking back.

Raising an eyebrow, Kate watched them enter the house, leaving her perplexed in the rain.

“Detective Walker,” a voice called out from behind her.

Kate turned around but upon facing the android, she froze in place, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. For a split second, she thought someone else was standing in front of her, but that face came and went in a flash.

“My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by CyberLife,” Connor continued and Kate quickly pulled herself back together. “I’m here to assist you and Lieutenant Anderson in the investigation.”

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD, AO3

006. THE TRUTH

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 03:02:07

THE RAIN hasn't stopped and only got stronger, as more clouds covered the grey sky. Putting on the hood of her jacket, Amelia got out of the car and looked to both sides for any passing cars, before making her way towards the food truck with a big sign 'chicken feed' above it. Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she watched Hank be approached by a familiar face. "Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin' man?" Pedro greeted him with a quick hug and pat on the back. "Amelia? You grew up since the last time I saw you!" Checking her up and down, Pedro gave Mel a side hug, causing her to softly chuckle. "Hey, listen. I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in third." Pedro returned his attention to Hank. "That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter?" At his offer, Mel rolled her eyes with a sigh and walked towards one of the stands, hiding underneath it's big umbrella from the rain.

Looking down at her hand, Amelia stared at the white bandage, before leaning onto her elbows and watching as Hank and Connor made their way towards her, while she lit a cigarette. "I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant," Leaning on his elbows just like Mel, Connor announced. "But I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities." Connor explained. "Well, everybody does what they have to, to get by... As long as they're not hurtin' anybody, I don't bother 'em." Shrugging his shoulders, Hank took another bite out of his hamburger. "This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway?" Leaning in, Connor questioned. "Cause you could've been killed." Hank answered, making it sound like the answer was already obvious and it was, but maybe not to Connor himself. "And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment." Defending himself, Hank added, and Amelia couldn't help but quietly snicker at his response.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you hate androids so much?" Hank stared at Connor for a while, his expression dropping. "I have my reasons." He explained, his words making Mel uncomfortably shift in her place. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" The android offered, earning a glare from Hank. "Hell no... Well-" Hank raised his finger in the air, continuing; "Well, yeah... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" Before Connor could answer, Amelia interrupted him; "Oh, come on... There's no need to be mean to him." She teased with a small smirk on her face, before blowing the smoke in his face, causing Hank to narrow his eyes.

"Cyberlife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and my voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration." Connor announced. "Well, they fucked up." Hank took another bite of his food, while Mel let out a quick laugh at her father's comment. "By Amelia's previous statement, I can assume she disagrees with you, Lieutenant. Is that so?" When Connor turned his head in Mel's direction, she stared at him for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders. "If you don't mind, I'll keep that answer to myself." Amelia teased with a smirk, earning another eye roll from Hank and a simple nod from Connor in understatement.

"Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants?" Connor offered. "You read my mind. Proceed." Waving his hand in the air, Hank answered. "We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion--" "In english, please." Hank cut off Connor. "They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behaviour." Deviant behaviour. "Emotions always screw things up," Hank took a sip from his drink, slowly nodding his head. "Maybe android's aren't so different from us as we thought... You ever dealt with deviants before?"

"A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her." The android stated, reminding Amelia of the time when she first heard about that incident back in August, which caused her heart to skip a bit. The deviant incident wasn't the only thing that happened that day. "So, I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?" Hank sounded almost as he was mocking the android next to him. "I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became youngest Lieutenant in Detroit." Raising his brows in surprise, Hank stayed silent. "I also know you've received several disciplinary warning in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars."

"So what's your conclusion?" Hank asked. "I know you're an experienced officer, and I'd like to earn you trust. I'm sure we can solve this case if we manage to work together. all three of us." Glancing between Amelia and Hank, Connor explained. An almost comfortable silence fell over the three of them, after Mel shook off the uneasy feeling from the memories floading back. That was until Connor's LED light flashed yellow. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few block away, we should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me." And with that, Connor disappeared into the car parked on the other side of the road.

"Well, good luck. I'm apparently needed back at the department." Slowly backing away and throwing away the rest of the cigarette, Amelia sighed and shoved her phone back into her pocket, after noticing the new message she received. "What for?" Hank muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Guess I'll have to go ahead and find out. I'll join the two of you later." She shrugged her shoulders, before giving Hank a quick wave and soon, she was out of sight, speed-walking towards the nearest bus stop.

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 07:51:06

"You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon." The automatic car came to a stop, as Amelia and Connor stepped out. In front of them stood the familiar house that belonged to nobody else, than Hank Anderson. His car was strangely parked in front of the garage door and windows were covered with blinds from inside. "Lieutenant Anderson?" Knocking on the front door, Connor called out, but got no response. "Anybody home?" The android ringed the doorbell. "Wait.." Amelia muttered, reaching into her back pocket of her now casual clothes. "This should work better." Handing Connor the spear key she was given a long time ago, he accepted it and begun to unlock the door.

As soon as the door swung open and the two of them walked in, they were greeted by Sumo, Hank's dog. "Easy, Sumo..." Raising his hands in the air, Connor demanded, when Sumo stared at him suspiciously. "I'm your friend, see? I know your name..." At Connor's reassuring words, Sumo turned around and walked away. Amelia's eyes followed him with a soft smile, before she noticed the scene in the kitchen. Her expression dropped. "Hank?!" She called out, running towards his body that laid on the floor, unresponsive. Swiftly kneeling down next to his body, the first thing she noticed was his moving chest, causing her to let out a small sigh of relief.

Falling back, Mel sat down on the ground and leaned her elbows against her knees, as Connor took her previous position, kneeling down next to Hank. "Lieutenant?" Connor patted the side of Hank's face, earning a quiet groan from the unconscious man. "Wake up, Lieutenant!" A slap echoed inside the kitchen, causing Hank's eyes to finally flutter open. From the same position on the floor, Amelia watched as Connor threw Hank's arm around his shoulder and pulled him up from the floor. "I'm going to sober you up for your own safety." The android explained, causing Hank to protest. "Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android! Get the fuck outta my house!" He drunkenly shouted. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"Sumo! Attack!" Hank called out, while being dragged towards the bathroom. Sumo barked in response to his owner's words, which Amelia took as a sign to finally stand up from the kitchen floor. "Sumo, stay." Pointing her finger at the dog, she demaned and Sumo stayed. "Fuck you..." Hank grumbled and Mel was positive his insult was meant for her, yet she ignored it. Leaning down, she picked up the revolver from the ground, opening it's chamber and seeing only one bullet left. She stared at it for a little longer with an emotionless expression, before swallowing the lump inside her throat and placing the gun on the kitchen table, next to the insane amount of empty pizza boxes and cans.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Hank groaned against the wall he was leaning on, clearly intoxicated, while Connor pushed open the bathroom door. "Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere..." Trying to get out off Connor's grip, Hank continued to complain, while Connor seated him on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't wanna bath, but thank you..." Hank tried to stand up, but before he could do so, the android pushed him back, causing him to stumble inside the tub. This is gonna be interesting, Amelia thought to herself, leaning against the bathroom door frame with crossed arms, as Connor turned on the shower. 

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Waving his hands around, Hank screamed, the cold water pouring down on him, soaking his hair and clothes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded, glaring at Connor. "A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so me and Amelia came to see if you were at home." Connor explained and Hank narrowed his eyes in response. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in world that gets assaulted in is own house by his own fuckin' android and daughter..." Getting out of the bathtub, Hank let out another groan. "Can't you just leave me alone?" Looking up at Connor, the older man questioned. "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." The android offered, yet his idea only seemed to upset Hank even more.

"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell out of here!" Trying to stand up little too fast, Hank only wobbled backwards, but before he could fall, Connor managed to grab him and help him slowly sit down. "Why? So you could continue your russian roulette game?" Uncrossing her arms, Amelia called out with a demanding expression, her stomach swirling with anxiety. "And what the fuck are you doing here?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Hank asked, ignoring her question. "Someone had to let him in. It was either that, or one of your windows getting smashed." Mel shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head in Connor's direction. "Oh, and you wanna know something?! The next shot would've killed you." Amelia added, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly upset. At her words, Hank could only stay silent.

"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." The deviant hunter started, turning around to face Mel. "Man found dead in sex club downtown... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us." Shrugging his shoulders, Connor teased. "You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air... There's some clothes in the bedroom there." Hank muttered, earning a satisfied grin from Connor. "I'll go get them." Walking out of the room and towards Hank's bedroom, Connor announced, sending Amelia a satisfied nod as he passed her.

"Aren't you supposed to be in your uniform?" Raising his eyebrows, Hank glanced at Amelia's casual clothing. She bit the inside of her cheek, gazing down at the floor, as she tried to find the right words to tell him the news. "You remember how I was needed back at the department earlier? Yeah, well Fowler wanted to speak to me and--" Playing with the dead skin around her fingernails, Mel took a deep breath. "--I was put on suspension." Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she explained, causing Hank to furrow his brows in confusion. "The fuck for?" Footsteps interrupted the two of them before Amelia could answer his question. Looking over her shoulder, she was met with Connor carrying Hank's folded clothes. Stepping out of the way, Mel uncomfortably cleared her throat. "We can talk about it later, I'll be goin' now. Good luck." She flashed the duo a quick, toothless smile, before turning around and leaving the house, not giving either of them the time to say anything in response.

The truth was, Amelia wasn't too far away from breaking down, as the stress only kept pilling up. Loss of a close person, murder scenes, androids becoming deviant and turning on humans, the forlorn loneliness and all that. She wasn't sure how much she'll be able to take, before just-- snapping..

[robocopconnor]

Just published the third chapter of my Connor×Child reader book! @lullaby8 It's the longest one yet!

[aylixrum]

i'm not so sure anymore

[meanqueenkream]

“And just like that the fragile veil of temptation lifted, replaced by a disturbing realisation that she had found herself spellbound by his gentle eager smile. Epiphany consuming completely. She loves him.”

[huggybearluvr]

this could be angst to fluff i guess lol

for connor we know is jaw is fractured and what about him and his gf have been dating for like 7 months so pretty new and this is the first like really serious injury so she kinda freaks out. like she doesn’t want to cuddle him because she’s afraid it’ll hurt him . doesn’t kiss him on the lips , doesn’t hug him for long periods of time like she used to . so connor brings it up and they talk it out and then he’s like now you owe me all the kisses and cuddles and he’s so cute an pouty and maybe a make out after

kisses & cuddles | cb98

summary: After Connor's injury you are afraid to hurt him more. You no longer kiss him, or cuddle, or even hug him for longer than a few seconds. Connor was growing sick of this he was in pain and just wanted his girl.

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Seeing as you and Connor's relationship was relatively new only being seven months into it, you were extremely worried when Connor took a big hit.

His Jaw broken, and he needed surgery. You knew you would take care of him but, you didn't realize that you were overly cautious.

You refused to kiss Connor, even going as far as banning cuddling, and long hugs, you did not wanna hurt him by accident. However, Connor was more than fed up with this.

Just the other day he begged you to hug him, and you obliged but it only lasted a few seconds. You refused to hug him any longer.

Now today, Connor had finally had enough giving you a bit more attitude than necessary.

You had gotten him a new smoothie, and headed to the living room placing it on the table for him.

"Babe, please come cuddle with me?" He begged, giving you pleading eyes.

"Connor, I don't wanna accidentally hurt you," You spoke softly rubbing his arm before going to head back to the counter, where you had your laptop set up.

He let out a sigh standing up following you, "Well you are hurting me."

You immediately turned around, 'What how?!"

"Baby, all I want is you to be near me, I'm in pain, I just want my girlfriend," He whined out, walking over to you pulling you into a hug, and he was not planning on letting you go anytime soon.

"Connor, I'm sorry, I was just afraid of hurting you," You spoke looking up at the boy.

He looked down at you meeting your eyes, "Looks like you owe me a weeks worth of kisses and cuddles."

You shook your head with a giggle, very genteelly placing a kiss to his lips, "Guess I do," You smiled.

"Now, if I let go of you, are you gonna run away or come with me to the couch?" He spoke softly giving you a stern look.

You shook your head letting out a soft giggle, "I'll come lay with you, baby."

He smiled releasing his hold on you following you to the couch.

He sat beside you wrapping his arm around you as you laid your head on his chest.

"See, now im not in pain," He laughed as his hand went to play with your hair," Just need my girl."

You smiled up at him placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"One more?" He asked looking down at you, you smiled leaning up placing another gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you," He smiled down at you.

"I love you too, baby," You smiled, right back up at him.

[bonesandchalamet]

one room, one us - k.connor

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requested: y- “I almost immediately want to put forward the “only one hotel room left and it’s only got one bed” trope for a Kit Connor request 🫢 friends to lovers of course 🫡”

pairing: kit connor x reader — please message me if I used any pronouns of she/her this is supposed to be gender neutral!

warnings: one room trope + mentions of making out (purely innocent kissing)

a/n: loved this request hope I did it justice xx

“I could’ve sworn it had two beds.” he stammers over his words, a light nervous chuckle falls off his lips. as you turn to face him, you see he’s as red as a lobster, embarrassed for his mistake on the booking error, “I swear. y/n, im sorry.”

“kit,” you warn him giving a pointed look that he knows too well. he shouldn’t be apologizing considering you’re long time friends, but he is. sharing a bed was like crossing a line in his book, and he wasn’t quite sure your friendship was at that level of mattress sharing and blanket tugging.

“don’t apologize, I’m sure I can find another room—“

“you can’t. the place is sold out, and I’d offer my bed, but I promised tobbie he could share with me.” joe peaks his head in from the conjoining room, tobbie’s head appears atop of his with a simple frown for your sorrows, but truth be told, you couldn’t be too mad about sharing a bed with kit. he’s a dear friend for Christ sakes not a stranger with a filthy disease.

“honestly, it’s okay. we can make due right? just build a wall of pillows! it’ll be all good.” you offer your best smile to three boys who nod in agreement with your words. it’ll all be fine. except will it? you’ve never passed sharing a blanket or a bag of chips on the sofa, this could really change things— or maybe you’re just classically overthinking that this could ruin or change the course of your friendship.

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“so I like to sleep on that side.” kit nudges his head to the right. the side that’s closest to the clock and the charging outlets, it’s also currently the place you’re snuggled under the sheets in.

“well I got here first.” you poke at your tongue, but gladly move along per his request and allow your phone to stay on the nightstand leaving you two with nothing but a conversation.

“even joe knows I like this side.”

“well excuse me for missing this course in friendship, but you’ve never told me you’ve had a preference to sides.” you pull the comforter up close to your chin and settle in against the mattress once again, finding comfort after a long day.

travel and tourism of a new place had taken it out on you, kit, joe and tobbie so much so that your evening plans of late dinner and drinks had turned into laying in bed to order room service. exhaustion was just only an understatement of what you felt.

“you tired?” he whispers, the words hang in the air almost he didn’t say them. it takes you a whole minute to register he’s waiting for a response, and by the time you open one eye, he’s found himself cuddled up with one of the pillows that’s being used as a barrier.

“hey,” you flip over onto your side, his thick light blond eyelashes flicker up, his beautiful eyes staring into yours. you can feel your heart stop, your breath goes right in your throat as you try to remember the words you were going to say.

“do you think you can turn off the lights?” he mutters mimicking your position as well, comforter pulled up to under his chin with pleading puppy dog eyes, “I can’t reach it.”

you let out a breathy chuckle watching his eyes close again, “it’s on your preferred side.” you say poking his side earning a grimace from him.

he juts out his lower lip, opening his eyes again, he gives you his best sad puppy dog look that’s so convincing you reach over his body and flip off the light, “there you go your highness.”

“hey!” he gasps, sitting upright. you can’t see his eyes, but you’re sure they are about a centimeter away from popping out of their sockets. you can only make out so much of him, but what you do notice is he’s completely shirtless. an image your brain clearly must’ve ignored in the first place, but now can’t seem to erase it.

“I’m nothing but high maintenance.”

an innocent unconscious laughter escapes your lips as you can recall the times when kit might of been a bit more on the needier side of things, but you cover your lips with an invisible zipper making his playful anger grow.

“no! tell me this instant!” he gently presses a slight shove against your arms and discards one of the pillows used as a barrier. he moves closer to you resting his head against your shoulder, “if you don’t tell me I’ll just fall asleep right here.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” the words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them, saliva fills your throat as you become to realize what you’ve just put in the air for him to settle with. maybe it was stupid, maybe it was wrong, but your feelings for kit were nothing but pure and right.

you could always feel his attraction towards you, and tonight, with only one bed and one hotel room left, it felt like someone was pulling you two together. someone or something was trying to push you two off the edge and into something more.

“what if I did this,” he sits up, index finger gently grazes your chin as he pulls your face towards him. time feels slow in this moment, his face inching closer your heart begging to jump out of your throat, its not until his lips are on yours when time seems to finally catch up.

his lips were like heaven. soft enough to melt you into his arms, and warm enough to send a heat wave through your body as you slide your tongue into his mouth.

he pulls away, a small gasp exiting his lips catching his breath, “so you don’t mind that?” he asks, a growing concern reaches his face that you can’t see, but your lips on his sends him the right message.

“look who’s high maintenance now,” he says in between kisses, a chuckle escapes his lips as you grab a fist full of his hair and pull his lips back onto yours.

“I’m only high maintenance with and for you, connor. it took you too long to kiss me.”

he throws his head back laughing as he collapses against the mattress, “just kiss me again, y/n.”

[chaos-thirium]

Low-ranking CyberLife employee Marie usually finds her job pretty uneventful, until she’s assigned to work with the state-of-the-art prototype RK800, the detective model known as Connor. She’s met hundreds of androids, but something about this one gets under her skin, and she soon finds herself in the middle of a very ill-advised crush. Despite his lack of emotions, Connor and Marie bond fairly quickly, but soon wind up on opposite sides of an android revolution that she supports and he is ordered to prevent.

When the deviant hunter goes deviant himself, he must find a place in the world where he can be free. And Marie must find a way to help him without ending up with a broken heart. Because even though he can feel emotions, an android and a human together is impossible, right?

Connor x OFC. Rated M.

Read on AO3. This is the big one, the first fic I wrote in this fandom!

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Featuring MJ from Spider-Man as Marie! Selfie manip in the bottom left by my friend. Left-hand Connor pic by vrtuellereality/ellellebe.)

[moonchild-things]

Epilogue

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.  

Word Count: 866

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A/N: Final chapter to Abomination! Next up imma just be uploading chapters to Red Herring I think. I hope ya’ll enjoyed this like I did while writing it lol

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THE SUN GAZED DOWN ON THE NEARLY abandoned city. It was strange to see the normally bustling streets of Detroit with not a soul roaming around. There were no cars driving over the snow-covered roads or pedestrians walking around hurrying to their destination. There were no angry shouts from people frustrated with their early morning or delinquents planning on skipping school for the day.  

Instead, at the closed Chicken Feed, Hank Anderson was waiting for the two people who had made a strong impact on his life in such a short time. It only took a few days for the android detective and cyborg engineer to worm their way into his life, but he wasn't complaining that much about it. 

Hank waited as patiently as he could for the two people who told him they would be here. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He had been waiting for a little while already and was wondering when they would finally show up. They had told him to meet up in front of the burger place after their eventful day yesterday. After all, the last time he saw them, they had been held at gunpoint before setting free hundreds of androids. 

The sound of a pair of footsteps then forced him to turn around to come face to face with his two friends. Natalie and Connor, with their hands linked together, walked over to the older man. The three of them all shared small smiles with each other. Each of them filled with happiness and relief at all of this being over. Hank approached them before pulling Connor in for a tight hug. To think that this man once said that he hated androids. Lieutenant Hank Anderson was now good friends with an android and cyborg. He let go of Connor before pulling Natalie in for one as well. Neither Hank or Natalie were much for hugging, but they let it slide this time since they had just come out of quite a stressful situation.

They shared some words with each other, expressing how relieved they were that this was all over. Hank teased the two for a little bit as well which caused the two to become flustered but with smiles on their faces. Questions about what would happen next were left in the air as none of the trio wanted to really discuss it. They would focus on right now, and right now, they had each other to joke around with.

Eventually, another car came down the deserted road and grabbed their attention. It was a cab that soon came to a stop at the curb. Three people stepped out of it. One of whom, Natalie had expected to see. Ethan Tyler bounced over to the trio and engulfed Natalie in a tight hug as he spouted out his worries over what had happened to her.

Natalie had called her brother after everything had calmed down last night. She explained what had happened for the most part, but of course, she left some things out. Including the fact that she may or may not have been knocked unconscious. Which was why he was fussing over the purple bruise that she had on her temple. She pushed him away with protests of hugging her too tightly and hurting her further. 

Though once she pulled away she got a good look at the other two who had come with Ethan. The blonde and brunette stared at their sister. George was bouncing on the balls of his feet, seemingly holding himself back from attacking his older sister. Penelope looked warily from Connor to Hank and then to Natalie. 

Natalie's chest swelled at the sight of her siblings. They approached the group slowly before Natalie rolled her eyes and opened her arms up for an overexcited George. He gladly leaped into her arms. Ever the moto-mouth, George started to rapidly spew out apologies to her. Though she assured him it was alright. George certainly seemed to be ready to fix their relationship now, and Natalie was excited about that.

Penelope pulled George away from Natalie and also hugged her, though it was brief. She seemed to be the most reluctant out of the siblings to just readily accept everything. Speaking to Natalie yesterday had definitely given both George and Penelope the backbone to finally see their older sister. Though Penelope did seem to continue to have her doubts, they could work through that.

Everyone was introduced to each other as they started to recount exactly what happened. The three other Tylers had to admit, that their big sister had had a very eventful few days. As they continued to talk, the idea of making up became clearer between the Tyler siblings. Their parents may never accept the cyborg again, but she accepted that now. They were stuck in their ways, and she was glad that her siblings weren't as bigoted as them. Natalie may never get to have the family that she had three years ago, but she was okay with that. As she looked around at the group that conversed happily together, she could say that she's found a new family to call her own.

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