#rk800 drabble

[extollwest]

twinkling;

notes: inspired by detroit: become human, as you might guess from some of the hints within the text. started writing this as a oneshot, but figured it might become a longer fanfic in the future ;) btw back on my hyper-descriptive writing grind. let me know what you think!

Thick crystals of white obscure your vision, resting upon the delicate parapet of lashes viciously protecting your glazed eyes from the tumultuous, unforgiving cold. You blink once and feel the blood within your fingertips gelatinize and thicken, scrunching your digits and attempting to feel your nails dig into the soft flesh of your reddened palm.

With a second blink, the glassy image of a sliding entrance echoes in your brain. The metal framing scrapes against the concrete floor, lapping at the shallow waters of a murky puddle below. Your gaze focuses on the image trapped between the enameled glass, bright blue and white, and flashing with unfamiliar logos and slogans that burn into your mind from the scorching hot LEDs.

Join us for a better tomorrow.

“Miss?” rings from behind you, in front, right, and left. The tenor surrounds your hazed bubble, dipping into your cerebral cortex and drawing your eyes into unfortunate focus. The ambiance emerges clearly, assaulting your perception with the metropolitan symphony of motor engines and public chatter. A sharp pang within your brain urges you to groan, pink mittens grazing at your sore temples as a face emerges beneath the surface of your milky white breath.

“Is everything alright?” the young man in front of you speaks with a bureaucratic concern, his forehead forming even folds whose detail somehow sends your head into another frenzy of pain. However, there is a charm to his mannerisms, and you haven’t failed to notice how his eyebrows scrunch and release when met with the cold, white crystals. They melt on the slope of his forehead, cascading droplets down the cheeks. Is he smiling?

“Yes,” you reply squeakily, forcing your dominant arm to flex and fix the tote hanging off your puff coat. You congratulate yourself on the impulsive purchase you made years back as a side-thought. “Yes. I’m alright, thank you. I’m just tired, just here to do shopping. Do groceries, y’know.”

His skin is milky white and carefully speckled with brown moles. They rest upon his temples, cheeks, and nose like little constellations, and the visual makes you think of your last summer in Texas, right before you moved to Detroit. The sky was clear the night you received that call, and the wet grass tickled your calves.

The memory, albeit warm, makes you wince and suddenly you realize that the greyish sunlight behind the stranger’s head begins to vanish behind the tall city horizon.

The cold starts to seep through your thick layers, nipping at your skin harshly as you squeeze the linen in your palm. You need to get home.

“Thanks for the concern,” you nod politely, and the man mirrors your mannerisms. You catch a glimpse of his fading smile as you cross the street, and when you turn around his outline disappears behind the white flurry, overpowered by the fluorescent colors of the ‘24/7’ sign of the supermarket.

As you navigate through an unfamiliar neighborhood with the weight of this week’s groceries resting upon your shoulder, you’re momentarily overcome with serenity.

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“Good morning Lieutenant!”

There it was. That husky, soft-spoken voice, greeting you all too cheerfully. You didn't have enough coffee in you for this...

“...Morning.”

Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife, sat down on the opposite side of the desk and greeted you with a smile that seemed almost a little bit too human. His hands clasped before himself atop the desk, and he took on a stiff stance as if he were awaiting orders.

You regretted telling him to sit there.

“So, what do you need from me today?”

“What do I need?” you rolled your eyes, not caring if you came across as cynical. Life had left you jaded, how could you help it? “I need you to not bother me, that's what I need.”

“Of course.”

He was way too chipper about it, to the point where you suspected he hadn't fully understood what fell into the 'bother' bracket. It soon became clear that you were right.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

Without any orders to act on, and no new data to report, Connor took to honing his reflexes by pulling out that damn coin again. You heard it pass back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between his thumbs until you couldn't take it anymore. In one snatch your hand shot between the computer monitors and grabbed it mid-pass. Connor looked at you, impressed.

“Oh, Lieutenant! You have excellent reflex skills.”

“...Just call me [Y/N], didn't I already tell you to do that?” you glowered at him, taking away the coin and slipping it into your shirt pocket before he could claim it again.

“Of course, [Y/N]. I will only refer to you that way from now on.”

“Great.”

Silently praying that he'd never have to refer to you ever again didn't work out, as only a handful of seconds later, his voice piped up and interrupted your typing.

“[Y/N], I did consider that during this brief period of downtime we might be able to get to know each other better.”

“...Downtime? Get to know each other better??” you were mildly incredulous just at the suggestion alone, slapping your hands down against the desk and glaring at him with sharp [E/C] eyes. “What exactly do you mean by that? We're on a case Connor, why would we bother-”

“Because I wish to know more about you, if I may?”

This threw you for a bit of a loop. Why was he always trying to be so friendly with you? Wasn't the programming of this android meant to be centered around completing missions and little else? Was this not just...wasted time?

Still, something in you decided to let him proceed. Maybe you were just curious what he wanted to ask.

Although it soon became clear that he wasn't just asking. He had a lot to tell too.

“You have a dog, right? What's his or her name?”

“What!? How the fuck do you know that??” you narrowed your eyes. “Did you spy on my desk or something?”

“I looked at the contents of your workstation in an effort to understand you better, as you are collaborating closely with me on this case and I felt it would be beneficial.” Connor explained it all too simply. “Don't worry, I did not go through any of your drawers.”

Mild consolation, really.

“...His name is...it's Sumo. Why?” you questioned, to which Connor just tilted his head ever so slightly. Strangely enough it was an almost endearing gesture, but still very...doll-like.

“I suppose I had you pinned as a cat type.”

“How would you even be able to tell?” you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Guess you androids aren't always as in the know as everyone thinks.”

There was another moment before you looked at him expectantly. “Anything else? Or can I keep working?”

“One more thing.” Connor insisted, and you sighed, but listened. “I did notice you had a small collection of wrappers from some kind of chicken restaurant. It seems you've visited there on numerous occasions, as some wrappers have dryer grease upon them than others.”

Trust him to get into the details.

“And? I'm a fan of the food there, why?” you waited to hear what he might say.

Well, his powers of prediction may have faltered momentarily, but your own though...your guess might as well have been light-years away.

“I was considering that maybe we could go there together for lunch today.”

Android or not, your heart still skipped when he smiled at you again.

“What do you think, [Y/N]?”

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Daily Discipline Drabble - 11/16/2024

Welcome to the Daily Discipline Drabbles! This is a series where I write a single drabble every day in order to keep my mind, writing skills, and creativity as sharp as possible. The primary focus is to build a sense of discipline, hence the name. They can range from any fandom, rating, or relationship, so mind the tags and look out for anything you might be interested in!

Today's Drabble is: Your Face Doesn't Belong to You

[lonely-cowboy]

connor (rk800) masterlist 𐚁₊⊹

♡ fluff | ☆ angst | ☾ smut | ⟡ drabble

♡☆ without you - 1.9k summary: it's been almost three days since you last saw connor. with the ongoing revolution, you're concerned about his whereabouts. and if you'll ever see him again.

♡☆ beautifully human - 2.9k summary: after noticing the way connor looks at other androids, you worry that you may never have a chance with him. but what you don't know is that he has only ever had eyes for you.

♡ breaking point - 1.6k summary: to prove which of you is the better detective, you and connor like to play a little game. this time around, connor is more determined than ever to reach your breaking point.

♡ chasing rainbows - 3.6k summary: you recently learned that connor has only ever seen the world in one color. gutted at the thought of such a colorless world, you decide to help connor see the beauty of the world. only he doesn't care about the world. he only cares about you.

☆♡ future of us - 2k summary: after finding a box of home videos, you're overwhelmed with thoughts of the future. only connor can ease your worries.

⟡♡ framed - 1k summary: you're very confused when you find a photograph of yourself on connor's desk.

♡☆ helping hand - 1.6k summary: connor comes to help you when you don't need him. again.

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DBH Drabble: Reed900 Turning Down an Offer from Captain Allen

Going off the tags from my Captain Allen headcanons yesterday, I wrote this random-ass drabble of how exactly he and Gavin would probably get into a pissing contest over who got to work with Nines. Maybe I'll use it for something at some point, IDK. Featuring established Reed900, Dad!Hank, and policedudes lurking at the precinct the day after a riot. Dialogue-heavy. Canon-typical language and police talk, nothing explicit. Randomly gave a name to the ST300 receptionist because she needed one.

Fowler’s glass wall unfogged, revealing Captain Allen from SWAT to have been his visitor. He carried the resigned air of a cop with too much paperwork to do as he opened the door and dropped down the handful of steps into the bullpen, drawing up when he spotted the gaggle of detectives at their desks—specifically, he zeroed in on Nines, approaching the largest RK unit. “Nines! Thanks for the hand yesterday.”

The android frowned—this seemed a bit congenial for the blunt man, based on their past interactions and those he’d seen from Connor. And a bit of a flip from his demeanor mere moments before. “Captain,” he acknowledged, “it’s good to see you again. I hope your unit fared well?” he inquired, LED a polite and peaceful blue.

“Yeah, they’ve got the usual scrapes and bruises, but they’ll be fine. But hey, listen, you were amazing yesterday, the way you plucked that one perp out of the crowd, like pulling a weed—absolute poetry. Ever considered a transfer to SWAT?”

Ah. There it was. Allen was friendly because he was recruiting. Nines stiffened, knowing he’d tried this on Connor a few times since the revolution—and before November 2038, the captain had even put in inquiries to Cyberlife about purchasing RK800 units for SWAT once they went into production. Apparently, Connor had impressed him on his activation day the August prior, and Nines had now managed the same.

>> Mission Objective: Decline Captain Allen’s Offer

“Whoa whoa whoa, Allen,” Gavin paused in his usual morning routine of snarking at Connor and inhaling coffee to square off with the captain, “no poaching my partner, fuck off.” Based on their prior discussions, Nines liked solving crimes more than he did putting his military build to its intended purpose. Detective was a better fit for that than the more militarized SWAT unit. And Gavin had plenty of… personal motive to keep his favorite RK unit close.

“Reed, stop hissing like a fuckin’ alley cat; it’s not your call. He’s wasted on the likes of you with his skills.” The captain glared down at the scrappy detective.

Do not worry, Gavin. I have no desire to work for Allen, Nines thought.

“Oh yeah? The fuck's that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, maybe that you don’t need a bulletproof chassis to stare at evidence?”

Across the room, a ST300 named Jamie Estee took offense to the conversation and opened a group link to message Nines and Connor both, —They’re arguing over you like they own you, Nines; stop them! You’re your own person!—

Gavin could feel his face flooding apoplectic purple as he got worked up, “what, like SWAT has exclusive rights on getting shot at? Kinda wish I was bulletproof sometimes, sheesh. ‘Sides, Nines is good at more than you wanting to use him as a shield! He’s smart and good at analyzing shit… and he’s my partner and you can’t just stroll in and try to take him where he doesn’t want to go.” Mentally, he willed Nines to take a stand for himself. Feel free to chime in anytime, big guy, otherwise I’m gonna tear him a new one.

Hank wasn’t going to leave it alone, either, picking up on Nines’s stiff posture as the discomfort it was. “Hate to agree with Reed on anything, but fuck off, Allen; my boys can make their own calls on their careers. Nines coulda signed on to SWAT when he joined, but he picked here instead.”

—Be fair, Jamie, Gavin isn’t actually saying anything I don’t agree with,— Nines chided the android woman for misinterpreting his partner.

—What, that you wish he was bulletproof, too?— Connor joked into the group chat. LEDs danced in rings of yellow between all the androids.

—That would make my life easier, yes—  Nines acknowledged. —But I meant about not wanting to join SWAT, Gavin and I have had that conversation,— he added for Jamie’s benefit.

Finally chiming in out loud, Nines put his foot down. “Enough, please! Captain Allen, I appreciate that you think highly enough of me to offer, but they’re correct. I prefer working as a detective.”

“Nothing I can do to change your mind?” Allen was clearly disappointed to be turned down by a second RK unit.

“If my decision ever changes, I will be sure to let you know. But I’m firm in my choice.”

You tell ‘em, big guy! Gavin cheered him on in his mind.

—Well said, Nines! 😊— Connor praised in the group chat with Jamie. Nines had no idea why his brother felt the need to include a smiley face emoji when everyone involved could see the soft smile on his face in person, but it was a uniquely Connor quirk.

“Fine, fine, I get the idea. Can we at least consult either of you if we need additional support?” Allen was a persistent bastard; they’d give him that.

“If Captain Fowler asks us to support your unit, we’re of course happy to assist.” Connor allowed, eager to please but wanting to make sure their boundaries were respected: they were detectives assigned to Captain Fowler, and would only listen to his chain of command.

“Just remember, Allen, you try and requisition Nines and I will tag along for the ride,” Gavin added, hoping the threat of Nines showing up with a belligerent asshole as an accessory would be a deterrent. Let it never be said the man lacked the ability to play to his strengths.

“Whatever, Reed.”  Allen waved off the shorter male and made his excuses to leave.

Watching him go, Hank whistled long and low, “Damned if that jackass doesn’t have a hard-on for anybody with an RK at the front of their serial number. You’d think he’d give up already.”

Gavin choked, sputtering on the thought. "Like fuck do I need that mental image, Anderson. Staaaahp,” he whined. “Maybe we can recruit an SQ-series or something, distract him with an ex-military guy.”

“Nah, I know, we’ll find the body of Connor’s evil twin, send him that guy and a roll of duct tape and tell him to learn some DIY.” Hank spoke callously, still pissed off at the duplicate’s actions.

————————————— …Yeah that's all I've got for now. If someone else wants to turn this into an Allen60 thing, go for it.

[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).

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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'.

masterlist

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[kaydens-agere]

Characters I Headcanon as Age Regressors!

This is a forever ongoing list! It will change depending on the franchises and fandoms I interact with and my opinions on certain characters :)

Keep in mind I haven't interacted with some of these characters/franchises in a while so I can't come up with exact headcanons for some of them, the ones that are underlined have links to their headcanons/moodboards and the emojis next to them are oneshots/drabbles I've done for them ^^ Also if you'd like to request please check my fandom list, thank you!!

Characters are below the cut!!

Lab Rats Chase Davenport -🧪- Marcus Davenport

Mighty Med Oliver Horace Diaz

Henry Danger Henry Hart/Kid Danger Ray Manchester/Captain Man

Spider-Man Peter Parker/Spider-Man -🕷️- Miles Morales/Spider-Man Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman Pavitr Prabhakar/Spider-Man Hobie Brown/Spider-Man

Marvel Wade Wilson/Deadpool Logan Howlett/Wolverine Matt Murdock/Daredevil Charles Xavier/Professor X Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto Jean Grey/The Dark Phoenix James "Bucky" Barnes/The Winter Soldier Steve Rogers/Captain America

The Outsiders Ponyboy Curtis Sodapop Curtis Darrell "Darry" Curtis Johnny Cade Dallas "Dally" Winston Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews Steve Randle (yeah basically all the gang leave me alone </3)

Detroit: Become Human/Evolution/Reawakening Connor/RK800 Nines/RK900

Life Is Strange Chloe Price Rachel Amber

Fireman Sam (1987) Sam Peyton Jones Elvis Cridlington

Random One-Off characters Truman Burbank (The Truman Show) Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's) Rusty-James (RumbleFish) Simon (Dinner In America) Ellie Williams (The Last Of Us)

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[ao3feed-hannor]

The Bridge Scene - Reimagined

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48664375 by nancyjanewrites Connor has taken the RK800 unit to a place he used to go to all the time. Hank learns what fear feels like. - Could be read as romantic or platonic Trigger warning for suicide attempt Short, feelsy drabble Words: 553, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor, Hank Anderson & Connor Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe, Role Reversal read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48664375

[lavendersb]

Tension;

“What’s wrong?”

Your voice sounds so soft to you that you wonder whether you’ve even said anything. If Connor’s response is anything to go by, you might as well not have.

He stands in your living room, eyes unfocused, and though you can’t see much of his face from you position at the doorway you can certainly see his LED. Its frozen someplace between a pensive yellow and a perilous red.

“Connor” you press, taking a tentative step into the room. His body jumpstarts and he takes a step back so that you can see him. He looks at you for only a moment, before his head drops. On anybody else the action might seem like defeat, on Connor it looks like a preparation for something you can’t quite work out. He pulls his arms back, slides his thumbs under the belt of his jeans and throws his head back up. His lips are pressed thin and his slender neck is pulled taut.

“what?” he asks, turning his head away from you. The action allows you to see his LED again, flashing madly and dominated with red and yellow as bright blue streaks flicker and fade briefly. He’s trying to hide his distress.

“something’s happened” you push. Taking a step forward has never felt so hard before. It’s like every particle in the room has been frozen still whilst they wait for Connor to break.

“nothing’s happened” Connor corrects you, his tone just slightly too forceful, causing you to stop your slow journey towards him. Connor looks at you quickly again.

“Sorry” the apology only just pushes past his lips.

“well you’re angry. Something must have happened today” you push, craning your head forwards expectantly.

Connor makes a noise like a grunt, rolling his shoulders backwards and reaching up to slide the tie from his neck.

“It’s just difficult at the DPD sometimes. It feels like nobody understands who I am and what I can do” he watches his hands as he winds his tie around his knuckles in restrained fury “nobody takes me seriously”

“life can be unfair like that sometimes” you say, coming up in front of him and taking his hands in yours “but that doesn’t mean you should put up with it”

Connor stills, watching as you sooth his fidgety fingers. Gently you rub the ridges of his knuckles in silence. The pregnant tension in the room dissolves as you continue your ministrations and finally Connor rocks forward slightly, desperate for closeness. Of course, you oblige.

“Sometimes I hate humans” Connor growls lowly. You breathe a laugh, despite the sentiment he sounds so human.

“Surely not all humans” you smile, slipping your nail under the top button of his work shirt. Entranced, Connor watches as you expertly work the second button open as well, exposing the ridge of his perfectly crafted collarbone. He tilts his head back just a fraction, a silent but hopeful invitation.

“No, not all humans” he says as you lay a warm kiss against his synthetic skin.

“That’s good to know” you murmur as your lips trail up towards his neck, your smile leaving a burning pathway to his jawline.

Something like a whine slips unconsciously from Connors mouth as he brings his free hand up to cradle the back of your head. He shyly turns his head down, allowing your lips to skim over the shell of his ear and you swear your hear his biocomponents lurch. Spurred on by his response you sneak a hand up to nestle within his hair and pull, capturing the delicate lobe between your teeth.

“because that would be very unfortunate” you add innocently as Connor’s body involuntarily rocks against yours.

In that moment you wish you had Connor’s memory. He’s frozen, head tilted back even though you’ve stopped pulling. His mouth is just slightly open, and his eyes are tightly shut, for a moment you’re unsure of what to do next.

Connor doesn’t let you worry for much longer though, slowly he brings his head down to face you and you're entirely paralysed. His deep eyes sear holes into your soul and shyly you drop your hand from his hair.

Connor applies pressure now on the back of your head, pulling you towards him. The tension in the room has returned, and somehow Connor has turned it on you. You're entirely trapped against him.

“yes, that would be very unfortunate indeed”

[where-dreamers-go]

"Halloween Mission" Connor x Reader

(Imagine: Connor searching for you when your phone's battery dies.)

(A/N: This got out of hand and is basically an insert reader. Guess this is my first one with rk800!

Warnings: none. Unless you count a mild reference to Assassin's Creed.

Word Count: ?? I'm on my phone.)

~~~

Of all nights, it was Halloween.

People were trick or treating, going to parties, working late shifts, causing mischief, eating candy, and a list of over fifty activities.

Connor had thought of them all and more unsavory ones. He had hoped that this year would be calm in the city. A big hope, but his nonetheless.

Deviancy tended to do that. Emotions.

Along with deviancy came new experiences and friendships. You were both of those surprises for Connor.

A friendship that may have started oddly, however neither of you would trade a second of it. Connor valued you as a friend. He cared. He could talk to you about anything. He trusted you.

Halloween night he worried.

Already knowing you were joining other friends to an event, Connor didn't want to interrupt your fun. Yet, you sent him photos throughout the night nonetheless. That wasn't the problem.

The issue arose when his texts were left unread. A promise of another set of photos was left empty. Your voicemail being the only reply Connor could receive.

He waited fifteen minutes. After that he checked to see your location via your phone. Nothing. No update.

Thirty minutes later, Connor was passing the third long line of guests as they waited to board an attraction.

In his life, he had not scanned so many faces in such a short amount of time.

Connor needed to find you. In a place that crowded, there was no telling what could have happened to you.

Hopefully nothing, Connor thought. This could be a sign of overreacting. He shouldered passed a group of people dressed as hooded assassins.

"Need help, man?" One of them asked.

"No, no, no." Another said with a grin and then said dramatically, "he's on a mission. He's got a contract."

The friend bumped the other and rolled their eyes.

Connor decided to amuse them. To add to their fun target than load them with his worry. Smirking, Connor backed away saying, "I always accomplish my mission."

Leaving the excited chatter behind him was one of his many steps. The event space was large. It was a challenge he didn't hesitate to take.

He eyed an enthusiastic crowd in front of a live band and hesitated.

They said they were thinking of skipping--

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. Connor turned around.

"Connor!" You called out in surprise and relief.

The android ran up to you without delay. "Are you alright? You didn't answer your phone and your location was offline--"

"The battery died."

"What?" He looked bewildered.

"I had it charged, but that new app sucked it up." You grabbed his hand, cool to the touch. "I'm sorry. I'm fine though. A little cold maybe, but I'm glad to see you."

Connor gave your hand a light squeeze.

"Did you... I freaked you out, didn't I?" You asked, frowning. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I....admittedly thought the worst." Connor sighed. "You said how your friends were going on a ride without you and I wasn't.... comfortable with the idea of you being alone. Here."

"But you're here now."

He nodded. Sheepish in your presence. A little too aware of how you still held his hand.

"We can't waste your ticket, right?" You smiled, hopeful.

"Right." Connor matched your smile. "Where would you like to go?"

~~~

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[jophiel-extras]

Connor’s helpfulness

summary :: Connor knows you’re stressed, and helps you relax with a ‘friendly’ massage

relationship :: pining, semi-platonic

reader gender :: could be read as fem aligned,,, mentions of wearing a bra

The door handle to your apartment jiggled, then twisted and opened. You broke away from the streaming television and peered over the couch to watch Connor enter; his damp coat over his forearm and hair neatly slicked back with rain water.

“Hi Connor.” You greeted, now sitting up. “How was work?”

Connor felt a flutter of relief as your domestic question met his audio processors. Although nothing troubling happened at the station, he still felt relaxed any time he opened the door and was greeted by you. It was a comforting scenario. “It was alright,” he responded, hanging his blazer on a nearby rack, “how was your day?”

This greeting amongst one another had become something of a routine since Connor had begun living with you; now that the peaceful android revolution had taken place and he had gone deviant.

“Ahh,” you waved him off, “you know how it is.”

He didn’t, of course, but assumed your day wasn’t the greatest since you didn’t even bother to hide your feelings behind a simple “it was okay”. Before he could question you further, you were laying on the couch and continuing to indulge yourself with the TV, he would join you later after getting into his ‘casual clothing’ (something you bought for him after finding him asleep in his uniform).

“What will we be watching tonight?” Connor asked standing in his long blue linen pyjamas, a hot cup of something in his hand. Not for him, you knew.

A sweet smile warmed your lips. “Anything you want, Connor.” Thankfulness riddled your voice as he handed you the warm cup. Your tired eyes softened when they met with his. At times like this, it was hard to know where the line stood between roommate and soulmate.

“Perhaps something relaxing.” He suggested, sitting beside you on the spacious couch.

You hummed, pressing your lips to the mug, testing the temperature “why?”

He looked at you, confused, as though it was obvious why, still he enlightened you, “Because you are in a state of stress, you’re tensed.” He added. It was easy to tell just by looking at you, even your sitting position seemed defensive.

You didn’t bother to deny the fact. “Yeah, my shoulders are super stiff at the moment. Don’t have the money to spend on a massage right now, I’ll have to start saving up.” You shrugged lightly, blowing off Connor’s detection. The ‘stiffness’ in your shoulder muscles was an understatement, heck, it even hurt to wear a bra for a few hours.

“May I help?” He asked. The question stunned you, but Connor was unbelievably kind sometimes, so something like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. He had just brewed you your favourite hot drink a moment ago.

“Oh Connor it’s fine, you don’t need to do anything for me.” Although human politeness forced you to speak those words, your aching neck, shoulders and back were screaming at you to let him rub you all over.

“I would like to insist,” he pushed (thank God), “afterwards, we can continue with movie night.”

You weren’t sure how to agree without sounding too eager, so you only stuttered: “O-Okay…”

He guided you to the side, prompting you to face away from him. “May I take off your shirt?” He asked, very kindly.

“Okay..” you allowed him to lift your shirt from the back halfway and you slipped it off. His hands were now on your bare back, softly pushing you down. You grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to support your head as you lay flat against the couch. With the front of your body pressed against the sofa, Connor unclipped your bra (with one hand, might I add) and pushed its wings to the side. Your shoulders felt free again and you sighed into the pillow; flushed and embarrassed. Was this really okay? What did this mean for your relationship? Was he flirting? Or did he simply find this action to be helping a friend in need? Your hazy thoughts quickly dissolved As Connor’s hands pressed into your waist, sending a pleasurable tingle over your bare back. You closed your eyes, too focused on the feeling his lukewarm fingers made when indenting your skin than to notice any of your other four senses.

A breathy groan escaped your lips, indicating to Connor he had the correct pressure applied and that the experience he was giving you was pleasurable.

His thumb worked into the tensed tissue to get you into a state of relived tenderness. He rubbed circles into the knotted area of your shoulders, slowly unwinding the stress that had built up over time.

Once he felt like he successfully kneaded your shoulders, he drifted up to your neck, cupping it in his large hands softly, pressing into the muscles. Your mind flicked to a less than savoury situation where his hands caressed your neck, but quickly you forced your thoughts to another topic; something about how you might repay Connor for this later.

After he had circled your neck, your back was his next target. His thumbs traced the muscles beneath your shoulder blades back and forth, creating a relieving rhythmic pattern and pressing into the muscles that covered your spine.

“I detect a specific pressure within your upper to middle trapezius.” Connor informed. “Are you wearing heavy bags? It might be helpful to avoid any strain on your shoulders.”

“Does that mean I can go bra-less from now on?” You joked, only speaking lightheartedly. You should’ve expected Connor would react with such honesty.

“If only you feel comfortable. I wouldn’t mind, this is your home.” Still working on your back, he spoke with such gratitude. God, he was too polite. He was too… everything. There weren’t enough positive adjectives to describe the machine. Even though his deviancy might play as advocate, you pretty much considered him perfect. Why hadn’t you seen his boyfriend material before???

He continued grinding his palms against the soft tendons of your back, loosening them further and pushing you into the foam of the couch. You swore you started to dribbled and doze off into unconsciousness. After another 15 minutes of this past, Connor decided he had completed his mission of pleasing you. Connor slowly removed his hands, leaving your tender body bare once again. “I hope I’ve been able to improve your wellbeing.” He stated, clipping your bra back together.

“Uh, yeah. You have, thank you. Connor.” You carefully slipped on your shirt, and resumed an upright sitting position, muscles noticeably loose. An awkwardness lingered in the air, for you; Connor didn’t seem phased by the strangely intimate moment you two just shared.

“Have you made a decision on a film?” He inquired, scooping up the remote from the side table.

You hadn’t been able to think about anything other than how attracted you were to Connor right now and you certainly wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a movie; instead your mind would be clouded by thoughts of your new-formed crush. You cleared your throat, “not yet.”

[peachesmix]

peaches mix guidelines

I'm aiming for this blog to be a place where people send in their thoughts and concepts, and I write small drabbles in response <3

this blog is an 18+ space, minors do not interact!!

who I write for:

top gun maverick

detroit: become human

daredevil

the avengers

more to be added!!

harry potter

jjk

more info:

I write fem!reader only, as a cis woman, I don't feel comfortable trying to write another perspective.

I accept anons, send an emoji or a tag, and I'll add you to the list <3

topics I won't write :

bullying

bodily fluids besides the obvious

cheating

may be updated

[an-a-droid]

Soft Hankcon drabble

Another small idea I had a little while ago. Pure fluff after the other day's angst.

After deviating, Connor slowly realizes that he's falling for Hank. At first, he doesn't know exactly what those feelings are, but after spending more time with Markus and Simon, he finally understands what is happening to him.

However, he's afraid to mention any stronger feelings than the ones of friendship that have only grown between him and Hank. That's why Connor decides to be happy with the fact that the Lieutenant opened his home to Connor, and leave it at that.

Connor quickly realizes that he has a hard time keeping those feelings for himself. His programming had made him straightforward to begin with, but deviancy made his feelings all the more acute and needed to be expressed. Hank is the first one to encourage Connor in speaking his mind and let his opinion known. How very ironic that Connor refuses to do exactly what Hank would like for Connor to do. At least when it comes to Hank.

One evening, Hank falls asleep on the couch next to Connor, his breathing slow and even. Connor observes him for a long time, scanning the man like he enjoys doing, finding new things about Hank every time and filing them away to explore later.

As Connor continues to watch, something inside him feels tight, warnings of his stress level raising steadily appearing in the corner of his vision.

“I love you, Hank.”

The words come unbidden, like a dam finally breaking. Connor's eyes widen at his own words, but Hank doesn't react, except for snoring a bit louder, and Connor's stress level returns to normal.

That's how Connor gets the idea of speaking his feelings, without putting their friendship in jeopardy. Every night, after Hank has fallen asleep, Connor confesses his feelings to his partner. He even walks quietly into Hank's room to softly whisper those words whenever Hank hasn't fallen asleep next to Connor, as he's taken the habit of spending more time with the android and watching old movies or playing video games. 

This goes on for a while. Connor waits until Hank's breathing and heartbeat have slowed into the ones of sleep, and repeats those words, night after night.

On one of those nights, Connor is leaning slightly over Hank's asleep form, the older man resting his head on the arm rest of the couch, and is watching his human fondly.

“I love you, Hank.”

A beat of silence.

“I love you too.”

Hank's eyes open to stare right into Connor's, who looks back with shock and fear at being caught. How hadn't he noticed that Hank is still awake?

Connor tries to laugh it off, believing that Hank means it as simple affection.

“I – I'm sorry, I woke you. I -”

“I love you too.” Hank leans up to press a soft kiss to Connor’s lips, the android freezing at the small touch. “And I'd like you to stop telling me when you think I'm asleep. Cause, I actually like hearing it.”

Connor's mouth moves soundlessly, his processors unable to analyze Hank's words and come up with a good answer.

“Did I finally manage to make you speechless?” Hank asks with a small chuckle as he sits up to lean into Connor's space before stroking a finger over the yellow LED at Connor's temple.

“Would you…” Connor stops, his synapses still feeling slightly fried.

“Repeat what I just said?” Hank tries with lifted eyebrows.

“No. Mmh… Would you… kiss me again?”

Hank grins and does just that.