#why to learn android

[raointean]

It needs to be illegal to change the everything on people's phones and not have the option to change the display back

[r0bita]

If you think about it, the final torture in ihnmaims actually kind of makes sense when you consider that AM is also a thing that has no mouth and wants to scream. It's meant to mirror itself.

One last "fuck you" to humanity was to make a human, the last human on earth, in the ai's image.

And they're both stuck like that for all eternity.

[haruichi-mamiya]

*stares out the window with my hands behind my back* the lovebrush life is real tough for people who like more than one guy

[wip]

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[anothermonikan]

every single day I wake up with this current 'Avalon is missing' storybeat happening I have to suppress the urge to make' Oh no sorry guys we where just hanging out' jokes. like yeah we've been hanging out for the past like 2 years. We're hanging out right now actually. We are going to cuddle in bed. or whatever

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.

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Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

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Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[bizarrelovetriangel]

feeling you.

X-02!caleb teaches A-01!reader a special way to show affection to the one person you love.

includes spoilers from decoherence. occurs at the end of farewell intimacy. part two of this fic but you don't need to read it.

mdni. 18+ only. dry humping. creampie. it's both of their first time but reader is innocent while caleb... knows enough.

"For people who share a close bond, a kiss on any part of their body can be seen as a sign of affection."

Caleb stands in front of you as you sit on the bed. His body is blocking the setting sun from the window of the room that you're temporarily using as a hideout in Lingshir.

"Your eyes."

A soft kiss lands on each of your eyelids.

"Your cheeks."

He pecks your left cheek, then your right.

"And then..."

His lips brushed against yours just like a feather that grazed you on its way down. Soft and brief.

It was followed by another kiss on the same place, but packed with little more pressure. Another soundful one came after, heavier than the previous ones. He continued to push and pull his lips from yours, taking moments to pause before diving back in stronger and more passionate than before.

"Do you....want to learn more?"

"Show me, Caleb."

He cupped your face with his hands while resting his forehead against yours.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The intensity of his kisses grew, yet he remained gentle. He lightly tilted your head back before sliding his tongue between your lips to explore your mouth. Caleb hums with content as your tongue and lips slowly started to replicate his movements.

He took a step towards the bed before his hands urged you to rest your back against the mattress. After you did as he instructed, Caleb hovers on top of you with his knees planted on the side of your legs.

He leaned his face down and took a moment to admire your features. In return, you observed the way his eyes had flashed with certain emotions that you were unfamiliar with.

"I've always wanted to be this close to you." He whispers, slowly closing the distance between your bodies. "I've always wanted to hold you and feel you."

You reached up a hand to caress Caleb's cheeks just like what he had done to you earlier, but the hard exoskeleton prevented you from feeling the warmth and softness of his skin.

Seeing the frown on your face as you looked at your own hands, Caleb was quick to read your mind.

"You want to take it off?"

You nodded. "I want to feel you too."

His eyes widened at your response, though he quickly dismissed his stuttering heart and proceeded to take off your armor.

Caleb has somehow figured out how to remove his exoskeleton without damaging his system. That's why he was able to touch you without his armor in the way.

Unlike his exoskeleton that covered most of his body like a shell, yours are more like accessories that are easier to be removed.

Nonetheless, it still requires caution, as the thin wires attaching it down to your body can cause pain if mishandled.

Caleb carefully took off the exoskeleton on your hands, arms, shoulders, chest, and legs, leaving you in the skin-tight bodysuit just like the one he's wearing.

"Feel better?"

You nodded, moving your hands and arms around, enjoying how light it feels without anything weighing it down.

If only you could live without ever wearing the exoskeleton ever again.

If only you didn't need it to stay alive, you'd destroy it and throw it away so it's gone forever.

If only your body had been one of a real human rather than an android, a weapon created in a laboratory.

You're not so fortunate.

But with Caleb next to you, it didn't matter.

With him, you feel like everything is going to be okay.

You'll have to wear the armor again, but you'll gladly take whatever time you're able to buy just so you can feel his warmth.

"Caleb..."

You softly put your hands on his neck, similar to the way he'd do to you before pulling you close.

He closed his eyes to fully take in the feeling of your fingers grazing against him. Even though his body is still covered with the bodysuit, it's thin enough for him to appreciate your touch.

For a moment, the two of you stayed still while cherishing each other's presence.

You've escaped from the laboratory and you're heading your way to the edges of Deepspace for a new life together.

You look forward to the days when you can go anywhere with Caleb, without needing to hide and fight. You long for the days when you can hold each other without worrying if tomorrow will be your last. You're ready for a future with Caleb.

Similar thoughts are running through his head. You've finally made it out of the place that turned you into weapons and kept you locked up for all your lives. You're so close to freedom.

He won't have to keep fantasizing about doing things with you.

Soon, Caleb will be able to take you to places you've never been, feed you fruits you've never tasted, and make you feel emotions you've never experienced.

Soon, it will just be you and him.

Forever.

"Caleb."

He snapped out of his daysdream. "Hmm?"

"Kiss me again."

He lets out a sharp breath as a familiar, special kind of heat took over his body. The way you were looking at him, with your hands locked behind his neck and body relaxed underneath him, Caleb felt a tightness between his thighs.

"Okay."

This time, his kisses were slow.

He took his time, enjoying how soft you feel and how sweet you taste. His hands wandered down to your waist before caressing your stomach.

"Caleb..."

He froze and pulled away from you. "What's wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?"

You shook your head. "I'm not hurt, but..." you took a second to exhale as your face heats up. "I feel...weird.... it's hot, everwhere.... and my heart is beating so fast..."

Caleb caught you pressing your thighs together and knew exactly what you were feeling.

He's become familiar with it.

Everytime he thought about touching you, he'd get that very feeling. It's a special kind of heat that tends to overtake the control of your own body. But most of all, it's the special kind of heat that feels good.

After learning more about sexual reproduction and human behavior, Caleb discovered eventually that it's known as lust.

The need to become one with someone.

"It's okay." He kissed your forehead before putting a hand on your left leg. "It's what happens when you want to.... be closer to a special someone."

"Closer?"

He whispered against your ear, "The closest you can ever be. Every part of your body connected, your heartbeats in synch, and your souls... become one."

You quietly gasped as Caleb's left hand slowly hiked up your thighs, closer to the spot that was throbbing uncomfortably underneath your bodysuit.

"Is that what you want?"

"Y-yes..." You gulped and spoke again to make your voice more clear. Your hands itched to touch it, but he was already so close to it, ready to do it for you. "I do want it, please."

He kissed you under your ear. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

His fingers slid up to your core and your body arched at the surprising wave of exhilarating sensation that struck your insides.

Caleb waited a moment, giving you some time to stop him if you wanted to, though you showed no signs of it so he continued with light strokes of his fingers.

During the first time he'd touched himself, it was just like this, too. Slow and careful, so that your body knows there is no danger - there is only pleasure.

Your half-lidded eyes and parted lips made his cock hard.

He had only ever thought about doing this with you, but having you there, right under him, is a whole different feeling. The way your lips tasted and the softness of your body is even better than what he had been imagining.

He wants more.

He needs to feel you more.

Closer.

He retracted his hand from your thighs, only so he can start grinding his hips against yours. A moan falls out of his lips as soon as the bulge between his thighs met your clothed core.

It was so, so good.

He wanted to move faster, but he also wanted to be patient with you, and so he forced himself to take a slow pace.

His cock was getting harder and bigger, threatening to break through his bodysuit. Its tip had spat out pre-cum from his arousal, and it was becoming difficult to control his movements.

His thrusts had gotten stronger, and his fingers had locked against yours as he pinned your hands against the mattress, which started to shake and creak at his movements.

"So good..." He murmured. "...need more...."

"More..." you agreed, raising your hips up slightly to meet his, just as hungry for friction. "How...."

After stopping his thrusts, Caleb's hands went to the sides of your chest and his thumbs grazed over your breasts through your bodysuit.

"We could... take this off, but..." He looked hesitant.

"But...?"

"Will you be comfortable without it? I've hardly taken my bodysuit off - only during repairs and experiments. I don't mind taking mine off, but I know you've gone through the same things that I have, and worse. If you're not comfortable without it, I won't ask you to remove it. You don't have to. We can still - "

"I want to."

Caleb looked at you in the eyes to search for any signs of hesitation or worry, but he found none.

"I want to be closer to you, Caleb."

The way you say his name makes him want to fall to his knees.

"Me too." He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "For so long, I wanted to do this with you." He gave another peck. "I want to feel your warmth, your heartbeat... everything..."

During his time at the lab, Caleb learned how to properly remove the exoskeleton and bodysuit that's protecting your human-like bodies. He needed to see how they can be removed without hurting you or doing any damage to your body.

And so, Caleb carefully stripped off your bodysuit, in the same way that the researchers have always done.

Ripping out hastily will break the thread-like wires that are connected to your skin, and it will hurt you. If removed properly, the wires will simply come off and reattach to you once you wear it again.

Once the black bodysuit is off, Caleb couldn't help but reward himself by gazing at your body, admiring every inch of it.

Your body is scarred from all the experiments they'd done to you. It's even more than his own collection of them.

Anger rose within him as he recalled the times he'd seen the researchers hurting you, but Caleb shoved it away for now.

Revenge will come later.

Right now, he wants to hold you the way you should be held.

Even with the scars, you're still beautiful.

He'll do everything in his power to preserve you and give you the best things in the world.

And if you say that you want him, then he'll give all of himself to you.

Once Caleb's bodysuit had come off, he returned both of you in your previous positions: your back against the mattress and him on top of you.

Now that his cock is free, it hasn't stopped twitching and leaking, especially as it moves close to your core.

This will be the first time that Caleb will have sex, and he only knows what he'd read from books and seen on videos upon learning about human behavior, so he's not even sure if he's doing things correctly.

He's only doing what feels right - what his own body is telling him to do.

You, on the other hand, lacked nervousness in your eyes. Even though you've never done anything intimate before, as long as it's with Caleb, you're not worried about anything.

One flash of reassuring smile from you was all it took for him to close all the space between your bodies.

His lips had once again found yours, and his hips rutted against your own. His cock briefly and lightly made contact with your cunt, and the two of you simultaneously hissed at the ecstatic feeling.

Caleb took a deep breath before slowly inserting his cock inside you.

You winced at the stinging feeling. It's as if something is ripping and stretching as he eases himself deep into you.

"I'm sorry." Caleb held your hands tighter. "The pain will stop soon, I promise. I'll make you feel good."

He moved little by little, allowing your walls to adjust to him. Caleb was using all his strength to resist any sudden movements, though the way you're clenching around his cock made it such a tough challenge.

Once your thumb brushed against the back of his hand, Caleb studied your face and saw no signs of pain.

He started to thrust slightly.

"Ahhh..." Caleb twitched while partly inside you, unable to contain his excitement from the way you felt around him.

He gradually picked up the pace and went deeper, causing you to gasp loudly. Your eyes are fixated on the way his hips moved, the way his abs clenched, and the way his chest heaved.

His mouth is open, letting out noises that you'd sometimes hear from his room next to yours. His eyes are focused on your face. Your erotic expressions are encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper.

You could feel him hitting the deepest part of you, a place that no one has ever touched. That place is for Caleb and Caleb alone.

You've become one.

And it's one of the best things you've ever felt.

Along with the first time that Caleb had kissed you, the first time he held you, and the first time he had brought you out of the laboratory to see the outside world.

Calming, encouraging, bright.

Your Caleb.

His name comes out of your lips just as you felt your insides twisting and tigtening up.

"Caleb... I feel.... I feel like... I'm going to explode...." You were a little lightheaded and out of breath, but you didn't want the feeling to stop.

"It's okay. Let it out. Don't hold back, just let your body do what it needs to."

And that was when you reached your climax, spilling out your juices while his cock is still thrusting into you.

Caleb grunts eratically at his own release that closely followed yours. Unable to stop his hips and pull out of you, he ended up coming inside you.

The sight of his cum leaking out of your hole drove him insane. He remained inside you for a little longer, memorizing how you feel so that he won't ever forget it.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips before pulling out of you and collapsing against the mattress right next to you. Both of you are breathing heavily, sweating from all the movements.

"When we reach our paradise," he whispers before finding your hand and nuzzling his face against it. "every day will be just like this."

[ozzgin]

For October, may I ask for more Xenomorph content from you? I adore all of your work from your writing to your drawings, and it would make this silly little worm squiggly with joy - and maybe a bit of something else, if you catch my drift... -

Much love and smooches! 🪱

Xenomorph Queen x Reader x Xenomorph Hive

In which you're kept as a toy by the Queen and passed around by the rest of the Hive. They know you're Ripley's descendant. They'll take their time with you. content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, based on Alien: Isolation

All you wanted was closure.

That's why you hounded every lead, every hint, every possibility. That's why you ended up on Sevastopol, crawling your way through rotten remains of androids and abandoned labs. That's why you got caught.

You thought you'd end up like the others. When the Xenomorph Warrior brought you to the nest, you caught glimpses of the facehugger carcasses, and the people who served as incubators. Their chests were split open, bloated and obscene. Your lips pursed in a grimace as you awaited your fate.

Unexpectedly, you were dragged along, further into the labyrinth of slime and bone. Until, at last, you were facing the Queen herself. You could immediately tell: she was enormous compared to the other aliens. The servants scurried away, abruptly dropping you like some sort of offering for the curious Beast.

One glance, and she knew. She could see it in your defiant scowl, a certain familiarity that immediately filled her with amusement and excitement. You were related to Ripley.

At first, she just observed you as some sort of peculiarity. Truth be told, she never truly learned much about humans outside of the brief incubation period. Then it happened: it seemed that touching you in certain ways aroused you terribly. You were visibly embarrassed by your reaction, biting your lip, covering your face, or trying to look away in order to hide the deep red blush rapidly spreading across your features. The Xenomorph Queen was intrigued.

For the most part, she enjoys toying with you. You're her little plaything, and she won't stop until you're all hot and bothered. Then she'll leave you to the hive. Often, she will watch as her Warriors and Drones pass you around greedily, having their way with you before another one hisses for a turn. Rarely she'll demand her share, mildly envious of the shameless whimpers rolling out of your mouth from being ravaged by one of her underlings.

See, she doesn't mind the others fucking you. She hates it, however, when you're enjoying yourself more under their savage hands. No one does it better than the Queen.

To think she'd be this possessive towards her new human belonging.

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[brucewaynehater101]

Android Tim Drake AU:

Drake Industries announced they had successfully created realistic-looking androids that passed the Turing Test (and harder versions of it). They were planning to release commercial models to the public within twenty years.

To go a step farther, the Drakes wanted to ensure no one was skeptical of the androids' abilities to pass as human. Thus, Janet and Jack Drake had a healthy "human" baby by the name of Timothy Jackson Drake. The only individuals aware of this are Tim, Janet, Jack, and a small handful of engineers bound with a fuck ton of NDAs. They planned to tell the public when Tim was eighteen.

While Janet and Jack Drake are aware of Tim's ability to mimic emotions, they do not believe him to be capable of actually feeling them. This leads to Tim's childhood being lonely and neglectful. He is a robot.

At first, Tim is incapable of consuming human foods or using his touch sense. They fix his touch sense by the time he is four (and thus Dick is his first hug), and the food by the time he is six. He is constantly undergoing repairs to allow him to mimic the growth pattern of a child. It's when he is nine that he finally gets pain sensors to discourage and alert him to damage.

Tim is, for all intents and purposes, legally a human. When Janet dies and Jack gets into a coma, Tim stops receiving "growth spurts." He remains the same size even after Jack wakes up from his coma.

When Tim becomes Robin, he does not disclose his status with Bruce, Dick, or anyone else. Given that his parents treat him like an object, a machine, and incapable of feelings, Tim doesn't want to be subjected to that by his heroes either.

Instead, he gaslights the hell out of the Bats, villains, and other heroes whenever he gets hit.

["Tim! You got flung into a building. You are getting a medical exam."

Tim narrows his eyes as his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Bruce.... what are you talking about?"

"I saw you get thrown into a building. You're not getting out of this."

Tim glances to the side and then back to his mentor. He carefully places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "B... Maybe we should have Alfred check you over."

Bruce blinks in shock as his brows furrow. "What?"

Tim purses his lips and shakes his head in pity. "It's okay, B. We'll figure it out. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."

Bruce is so confused and concerned he doesn't ask Tim to get a medical check and agrees to be checked over instead.]

Tim becomes an expert at repairing himself because he can't explain to the engineers (most of who were let go after Janet died) how he got damaged. He spends a lot of nights alone in his room turning off his pain sensors (which isn't an automatic process and is difficult to reach)in order to fix the mangled hand, the gaping gash, the crooked foot, etc.

Kon, and conversely YJ, are the first to find out about his status (darn x-ray vision and super hearing). This encourages Tim to create artificial sounds within himself to fool Superman when they first meet. This also forces Tim to wear a long-sleeved uniform and a hood to hide from x-ray vision.

Tim finds comradery with Red Tornado.

When Jack wakes up from his coma, he originally treats Tim as he did before: an object. Dana, though, changes this. Jack can't explain why he treats his "son" that way and slowly morphs into becoming a good father.

It starts as only occurring when Dana is in the room and ends with a very bitter and antagonistic Jack when she leaves. He is initially disturbed by how much Tim is "faking" emotions, particularly because Tim learned to conceal his emotions from his parents as a coping mechanism (not that Jack knows this).

As they start spending more and more time together, Jack begins accepting the idea that Tim is capable of emotions. He starts caring and loving the kid as his own.

Because of this, Jack becomes fearful for Tim. When he learns that Tim is Robin, he is both jealous of Bruce's relationship with Tim and absolutely terrified for his son (what happens if people find out that Tim is an android? How would they treat him? Tim told Jack the Waynes don't know about his status. What if Tim gets injured too badly during a mission and they find out?)

This is why Jack initially forbids Tim from being Robin. There is way too much at stake for Tim if he continues (even though, theoretically, Tim can't die. Jack can keep saves of Tim and import him into a new body if necessary. They both don't want to do this, however, because Tim's body is his. It would feel weird and wrong to put him in another one).

While Tim is prohibited from being Robin, Jack bankrupts his company in the process of getting Tim rights. He bribes the hell out of judges, law makers, etc. to subtly put I'm rights for androids. He wants Tim to have full access to his inheritance, to freedom, and to everything humans can do. He doesn't want Tim to be without it.

Tim doesn't understand why Drake Industries is going under and is pissed at Jack for preventing him from being Robin. Robin is everything to Tim. It allows him to be treated as human. It connects him to so many people.

It's only afterwards, when Tim is finally allowed to be Robin again (and Jack has ensured he did everything he could for now for Tim's rights), that Tim fully understands how much Jack loves and cares for him.

Then Jack dies.

Tim is able to hide the fact that he's an android up until a Red Helmet asshole breaks into the Tower. While YJ whisk him away before the Bats can find out, Jason knows. Jason found out.

[fabuloustrash05]

Some Fun Facts According to Sparking Zero’s Encyclopedia (aka Girl Talk)

Chichi still thinks ALL Super Saiyans are delinquents (and yes that includes Frieza’s golden form) meanwhile Bulma defends the Super Saiyan forms.

Chichi considers Krillin to be just as tough as a Saiyan because of all that he’s been through.

Bulma LOVES Vegeta’s red hair when he turns into a SSJ God.

Videl wonders if she and Future Gohan ever crossed paths in the future timeline. She also wishes she was there to fight by his side when he faced the androids.

Chichi thinks SSJ3 Goku and SSJ4 Gogeta are scary looking.

The girls all agreed that Krillin hit the jackpot with Android 18.

According to Videl, Vegeta is a good cook.

Chichi still hasn’t forgiven Piccolo for kidnapping Gohan, but looks past it cause Gohan looks up to Piccolo.

Bulma thinks Piccolo’s fusion with Nail and Kami is unimpressive compared to the other fusions she’s seen.

Bulma has a biased towards SSJ Blue, cause well, blue hair lol

Videl believes Goku and Bulma were positive influences on Vegeta (she’s right).

The girls don’t like Paragus for what he did to Broly (Super).

Bulma thinks SSJ4 Vegeta is “cool looking” and “wild”.

Videl thinks Baby Vegeta is scary.

The girls don’t understand the purpose behind Frieza stretched out head in his 3rd form. They think he looks gross.

Bulma defends Vegeta as a father and husband, saying he’s a good dad to their kids.

Videl hopes that Yamcha will find love someday.

The girls think Garlic Jr is Pilaf

Bulma is glad Trunks doesn’t have a tail, fearful of what would happen to the house if her husband and kids could transform into a giant apes.

Bulma mistook Recoome for Android 16.

Videl is shocked to learn Piccolo was once a villain.

Videl wants a “foodie buddy” like Whis is to Bulma.

Bulma confirms she’s the breadwinner of her family while Vegeta is the protector.

The girls wonder and are envious that Android 18 will most likely stay young and beautiful forever.

Bulma wonders why Zamasu didn’t steal Vegeta’s body instead of Goku’s.

Videl did not know that Bulma and Yamcha used to date.

The girls criticized Baby Vegeta for constantly changing forms so quickly XD

Chichi respects Bulma for slapping Beerus across the face.

Chichi hopes to one day meet Bardock in Otherworld and thank him for bringing Goku to her

[ohcorny]

i reread all of chobits recently as insp for my next TT book and every time i think about some aspect of it all i want to do is rip it open and tear it apart and go "why?". it brings up so many concepts and scenarios within the premise of "what if computers looked like pretty girls" but it doesn't want to commit to saying anything about it or take its own world seriously.

i have a lot to say about chobits. arguably i have more to say about chobits than even chobits wants to say about chobits.

chobits is about sex except it isn't about sex at all. chi's power switch is in her vagina. we're shown images of chi doing sexy things, she gets tricked into doing a strip tease, and two separate men try to finger her and she does her Do Not Touch Me There magic powers thing, and we eventually learn every time she resets from the power button, her memories are erased, so you can't have sex with her without deleting her.

but we never unpack why her reset button is in her vagina, or why it's so important that nobody can ever touch her, or why people's personal computers were built with vaginas in the first place (we never have it confirmed that all persocoms have them, but that two separate men try to touch her there imply it's expected). why do the personal computers shaped like women have vaginas if not to fuck them. as a product, it is expected that you will fuck them*.

*i assume, because the comic never says so!

the man who invented persocoms is the same person who built chi and her sister, and he built them to be daughters for his wife. he put the reset button in chi's vagina. we never find out why. we never get a HINT of why. he built the chobits so they could feel and fall in love, but also built them so they could never fuck. you can extrapolate a reason why a man might build his daughter-androids that way, but the series itself never touches it, and never makes any sort of point about it. it's just presented as an immutable fact that chi can't fuck without it deleting her, as if it was born of happenstance and not a person's choice.

what does that actually say about anything? what is it trying to say about sex? is it about the commodification of female bodies, how once they're used up sexually they're worthless? that if you can't love somebody without fucking them, what good is your love? that love without sex is okay (but also a huge burden and sacrifice a man must accept for the sake of someone else's happiness?)

what does it want to say! chobits is about sex, but it doesn't want to commit to any specific message about sex.

and that's just ONE issue i have with it. there are so many things chobits wants to be about but won't say anything about. it wants to be about the persocoms replacing human connections, we constantly get told 'gee people hang out with persocoms a lot', chitose publishes a whole inexplicable book series about people preferring persocomes to humans. it's to the degree that a prominent character's husband gets So wrapped up in (presumably) fucking his android that he locks his actual wife out of the house, having just straight up forgotten she exists. we don't have anything to say about it though. she falls in love with a new man. the people who hang out with their persocoms too much are all background characters in crowds. we never look at how the rise in persocoms has affected society as a whole.

it wants to be about grief, in the story about the man who marries a persocom and has to watch her slowly degrade until she can't remember him anymore, or the kid whose older sister died and he tried to replace her with a persocom who he dresses up/treats as a maid and lives alone with despite being omega orphaned and 11 years old. but then it's fine. the man who married a persocom gets in a relationship with a high school girl 20 years younger than him (CLAMP!). it's fine! the boy who tried to replace his older sister just accepts that the persocom replacement won't replace her. still treats/dresses her up like a maid and lives alone. is she his legal guardian. i don't know. don't worry about it.

and it wants to be about women, because everything about the story is about women, all the persocoms are women, all the tragedies are wrapped up in the death of a woman, or a woman's heartbreak, or a woman's feelings. but it has fucking nothing to say about women beside look how pretty they are. my boobs are E cup, sempai :) teehee

it makes me insane.

friend @amphiaria put it best as "Unfortunately the story is uninterested in itself" and i can never forgive it for being so aesthetically good, giving us the best design for an android (the ear things are Perfect) and then being So Fucking Bad.

in conclusion:

[merakiui]

hi Mera!! 😋

number 12 some thoughts about yandere android Jade..

(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, android!jade, obsession, subtle infantilization)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

The worst part of being ill is, perhaps, the vulnerability.

Lying propped in bed, your chest screaming from a previous coughing fit, you feel like a weak child who can’t do anything for themself. For all your hubris, you’re reduced to a shell of yourself in the devastating sweep of sickness. It’s times like this when you realize just how much you take your freedoms and mobility for granted. Now you’re nothing but a bedridden miserable lump of feverish flesh clinging to the warmth of soft sheets.

Thankfully, you have your android companion.

His presence is a relief because, when you’re feeble and suffering in your stifling room, you know you aren’t alone.

Jade was initially built and programmed for security, modeled (mostly in grief) after your late husband Floyd, but in the final stages of his completion you found all those sleepless, caffeine-addled nights were catching up to you; and you quickly spiraled into sickness after sickness. So you made the decision to program a care feature into your android. Not only would he serve his purpose as a bodyguard and support for your mental health, but he’d also have the knowledge to nurse one back to health if need be. It took plenty of trial and error, but eventually he could recognize the signs before you could.

So when you nearly fell over from exhaustion once, he was there to catch you. And when you woke in your bed, he was there with a bowl of soup. For a moment, it really did look like Floyd had come back to you.

But it’s been so long since then and your mourning has warped the memories of your husband. It’s why Jade doesn’t look like an exact replica of him. It’s why you can’t bear to look at any old photos.

It’s why you’re always so sick. The agonizing sorrow is eating your heart and poisoning your brain.

Jade cannot like or love things—these emotions are impossible to naturally and humanly replicate in any AI—but that doesn’t mean you haven’t noticed some of his developing preferences. He displays an innate curiosity for nature and, of all things, manhole covers. He seems to be preferable to cooking and learning new recipes, especially those that incorporate all species of edible fungi. He’s always smiling, albeit it’s unnatural and uncanny, but you can’t remember if you programmed him to do so or if he simply does it after gleaning new information from external stimuli (i.e. whatever’s on television).

You’re not entirely sure yet—and more research must be conducted to prove or disprove your hypothesis—but you think he takes a certain amount of enjoyment in looking after you when you’re sick. Perhaps that’s because it reminds him of his worth—that he’s a necessary fixture in your life.

The more you see these subtle hints, the more you begin to wonder if he truly is turning human. Or maybe he’s just an expert mimic.

Either way, you like to bask in his attention. It reminds you of the love you lost.

There’s a knock at the door. You crack an eye open just as Jade lets himself in. He’s come with a washcloth and a soft towel. It’s set on a nearby chair, which has been pulled up to your bedside.

“Forgive me for disturbing your rest, Master, but it’s time to take your temperature.”

“All right,” you rasp, leaning in to meet his palm. The scan is seamless and silent, so smooth it takes mere seconds to determine what ails your body.

“Hmm. It still hasn’t gone down.” He sees the cocoon of blankets and frowns. “Master, you shouldn’t sleep with so many. Your fever will never go down at this rate.”

With that, he dunks the cloth into the water to thoroughly soak it. You watch him wring it out. He’s so methodical that not a single drop splashes outside of the basin. Sighing, you flop back into the pillows and allow him to peel the covers off you. He works quietly, dabbing the cool cloth against your forehead. It’s only then when you realize just how hot you’d been, for the cooling sensation relieves you instantly.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, watching your face. “In an hour, you’re scheduled to take your medicine. But if you’d prefer to eat now—” He stops himself once he sees your gloomy expression. “I know, Master. It’s never enjoyable, but you must take your medicine. It will help you get better.”

“I hate those pills,” you grumble, turning your head to offer your bare neck. Jade hesitates, his fingertips ghost over your pulse, and then he slides the towel over the slope between neck and shoulder. “Mm, I could eat now. My throat feels a little better.”

“It does?” His lips quirk up. “I’m glad. What would you like?”

“I’m sick of soup. Maybe…pudding?”

“Pudding? Hm. Very well.”

“Really? You’re not going to insist I eat my fruits and veggies?”

“You’re sick, Master.” He smiles wider now. “It’s only fair you’re given adequate care in all areas, and if sugar will please your empty stomach I suppose I can oblige just this once. After all, if you’re to euthanize an animal, isn’t it human practice to give it one final treat before the end?”

You blink at him. That’s another side of Jade you weren’t anticipating when you created him. His proclivity for morbid musings. Your late husband had a wicked sense of humor from time to time, but it was always in jest. Sometimes you think Jade’s attempts at a joke are both tactless and eerie. It’s not his fault. He fails to grasp the concept of humor, so it makes sense he’d be unable to make a joke that would properly land.

“But I’m not a dog, Jade,” you say, as if to remind him you’re a human—his creator—and not some pet. “And I’m not going to die.”

“I see.” He submerges the washcloth once more. “Forgive me. I am not the best at communicating in metaphorical speech.”

“You don’t have to. Floyd never did. He was always so blunt. ‘Scathing honest,’ one of our friends used to say.”

The light in Jade’s eyes dims. But only for the moment. He finishes his cleaning of you and, to ensure you won’t boost your fever anymore, takes a few layers from your unruly bed nest. You’re already dozing by the time he’s folded them and placed them near the dirty laundry bin.

When he looks at you, he smiles. “Oh, Master,” he whispers, approaching your bedside to admire your snoozing form. “When will you understand? Even with your anguish, you wouldn’t have created me if you knew the lengths to which I obsess over you.”

[salt-and-a-dash-of-pepper]

I need more fanfics of post-game Connor struggling with his emotions. I need an angry Connor. A violent Connor who knows his own strength but finds it so difficult to restrain it now that he has emotions. Reed spills coffee over his shirt and though it wasn't a problem before, now Connor is throwing him across the precinct before he even registers the hot rage in his belly. He's walking across the street and someone spits in his face ("Fuck you, android piece of shit.") and he has to be physically restrained by Hank. And he's the top model of all androids before him, so when he hits, it hits hard and fast and he causes permanent damage, and he knows this but it's so goddamn hard. He almost loses Hank in a shooting with a suspect and suddenly he's pacing back and forth in the hallways of the hospital, terrified and livid that he's not allowed to stand silently in the corner of the operating room. He sees Hank post-operation and the tears are already spilling down his chin and the looks the doctors are giving him are making him feel embarrassed. Why? What's going on? It's a constant flow of emotions that he doesn't know how to deal with and I want to see the erratic mood changes of an android just learning what they are and not yet knowing how to deal with them and what's socially appropriate.

He still argues with Hank about whether or not it's socially appropriate to throw Reed across the room.

[acosmicbee]

A suggestion because I think you could do it well

How about…

1. A caregiver android that took care of you as a kid but now you’re getting ready to go to college and move into your new apartment, and you come across them in the basement and decide to take them with you for old times sake. They can clean and cook and… baby you? Huh?

2. The 3rd chapter of the hot streamer milf with the kid actually trying to bond with and get comfortable with her. Maybe they finally have a conversation bc the kid doesn’t want to be stuck in a cabin for the rest of their life but the mom tells them that they don’t want that either, it’s just for now.

3. A sickly and neglected noble child ignored by parents gets a new governess

New Teacher

Thanks so much for the ideas! Number 3 was speaking to me so here we go!

You hated being stuck inside all the time. Any time you had the strength to, you'd sneak from your room and make your way to the gardens. It gave the maids and butlers a heart attack every time they went to check on you and your room was empty.

The fresh air made you feel a little better. You would walk, barefoot, in the dewy grass, letting the wind blow through your hair. Sometimes you'd sit in the gazebo out back and watch the little stream flow by. Sometimes you'd lie on the grass by the pond the stream fed into, watching the ducks swim.

You had no responsibilities, unlike your siblings. Then again, most days you could barely get out of bed. You'd be fevered and sweaty and the family doctor would have to come by again to feed you medicine.

You were left alone a lot, which was a little depressing. Your parents wouldn't visit and you only saw them on your better days when you could join the family for a meal. Your siblings would sometimes stop by to bring you a gift from their travels or read you a book. But most of the time, it was just you and your bed and the maids and butlers.

It was another bad day. You were curled up in your bed, feverish and sweaty. You felt cold, curled under your blankets, but you knew you were burning up from the constant cool towel being placed on your forehead. You'd been sickly for so long that your care was routine now and no longer came with panic and fear.

The maids and butlers had long since learned that notifying your parents every time you found yourself on bedrest again did nothing. They wouldn't visit you, citing more important duties as duke and duchess that needed their attention.

It was normal for the new maids to be sent to attend to you during your sick periods, that way they could learn quickly how to help you. It was why you didn't question waking up to an unfamiliar face. A woman was gently shushing you as she moved you over to a plush chair by the fireplace.

You shut your eyes for a second, realizing the maids were changing your bedspread to a clean one. Hands that felt blissfully cold also helped change you into a clean pair of pajamas before you were placed back into soft sheets. The same woman was there at your bedside, quickly replacing the cool cloth on your forehead and gently running a hand through your hair as you drifted off again.

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It was morning this time, you vaguely noted as you woke up again. Clearly hours had past while you slept, something common when you were feverish. Your fever had broken at some point and, while you still didn't feel amazing, you felt better than you had been.

Sitting at your bedside was a woman you didn't recognize, which was a little strange. She was reading a book, her blonde hair up in a braided bun, and she wasn't wearing a maid uniform. When she did eventually glance up at you she instantly smiled seeing you awake, shutting her book and placing it to the side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N! I am Roxanne, your governess." She cheerfully introduced herself. She seemed to study you for a second, her gaze never wavering. "You know, for someone never formally introduced to high society, you sure are quite the rumor. People have all sorts of crazy things to say about your existence and why you never accompany your parents and siblings to balls."

"It's because I'm sick a lot." You murmured, trying to sit up. Your whole body was sore and it took Roxanne propping you up against some pillows for you to stay upright. "Do people really talk about me? I'm surprised people know I exist at all..."

Roxanne's smile faltered for a second at your words, a near invisible crease forming on her forehead only to be immediately fixed. "Of course they know about you, silly. Although, some people don't think you exist at all. Lack of knowledge makes some people turn to strange answers to try and gain understanding."

A maid entered the room with a tray with some tea and medicine on it. It was only the newest attempt at curing you in a long line of failed pills and tonics. At least it mostly made you drowsy, some of the others had only worsened your condition until they wore off.

Once you'd taken the pill, washing it down with some honey sweetened tea, you were left alone again with Roxanne. When the sleepiness kicked in she helped you lay back down with a smile as she opened her book again.

"The first king of Berina was named Owen Lyonel Alexander IV. He established the kingdom when the land was still open fields and forests. As the kingdom grew he ruled with a fair hand, helping those in need and punishing those who disobeyed his laws." She read to you. She continued reading to you from the book until you eventually fell asleep again.

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"Y/N! For goodness sake let me know when you want to go outside! I practically had a heart attack when I saw your bed empty!" Roxanne scolded. You felt a little bad, but it was such a lovely day out and the fresh air helped you feel better. Besides, you thought after the months she'd been here that she would have learned by now that you were usually outside when not in bed.

You were lying in the grass, watching the ducks swim across the pond. The sun was warm, and you found some coverage under the shade of a large oak tree. The breeze was calm and soothingly cool. But you knew that if you'd asked someone they wouldn't have let you outside.

Not just because of your condition either. There'd been tension and whispers among the staff about some kind of unrest among the peasantry. Even the fenced off grounds were seen as 'too dangerous' for you to be in. But you weren't sure when the next time you'd be well enough to go out was so you snuck out anyway.

Roxanne sat down next to you, a book held close to her chest. She always seemed to have a book with her, but maybe that was just because she was a governess. "Either way, it's time for your lessons. I suppose it's fine for us to do our reading out here today as long as we head back inside before dusk."

You cuddled up to her, resting your head in her lap as she read. She was one of the only constant sources of comfort in your life. The only figure you would associate as motherly. There had always been a revolving door when it came to maids and butlers, people constantly quitting just to be replaced with someone else. But Roxanne seemed to always be there.

She would help you on your worst days, losing sleep to keep watch at your bedside. On your best days she'd join you in the garden, like she was doing today. She never neglected you when you wanted her, even when it was for something silly. You were too stubborn to admit it but almost anyone could see how you looked up to her.

"...for there, emerging from the crowd, came a man. He was large with a tricorn hat adorning his head, a feather tucked in it's brim. His voice was deep and cruel and... Y/N, are you even listening?" Roxanne asked, frowning down at you. You nodded, not wanting to have been caught zoning out. She just fondly sighed, ruffling your hair. "Mind grounded, sweetheart. Now, lets start over again so I can make sure you got it."

Laying there, listening to nature mixed with Roxanne's voice, everything felt perfect. But that perfection was about to start to shatter around you.

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"An entire duchy up in flames! Barely anything but ashes left once they got the fire out!" One maid whispered, anxiety lacing her voice.

"It wasn't the entire duchy, just the rich areas." A butler corrected. "When the mob first surrounded the duke's manor, they ordered for all the servants to leave. Then they burned it down."

You were crouched next to your bedroom door, your ear up to the slight crack between it and the floor. It was late, far past when you should've been asleep. Perhaps that was why a few maids and butlers had felt safe enough to have such a risky conversation.

"Well at least if the mob we get is similar, we'll be safe." A different maid said, scoffing a little. "You really think with the way the Duke and Duchess run this place they don't have people who hate them? Trust me, this place is probably next."

"Poor Y/N. Its not like their parents even spend time with them and now they've been doomed to die just by association." The butler said, sounding a little sorry for you. "Who knows? Maybe their sickness will kill them before the fire can."

"This conversation is wholly inappropriate!" Roxanne suddenly said out in the hallway. You could hear the anger in her voice. "Y/N will be fine. Everything will be fine. Now get back to work before I report anything I heard."

There was a scuffle as the three rushed off and you took that opportunity to dart back to your bed. You had just barely curled up under the blankets and closed your eyes when Roxanne slipped into your room.

She sat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Eventually she started gently carding her fingers through your hair. "Everything is fine. I'll keep you safe. Just... Just a little bit longer, okay? We're almost there..."

It sounded more like she was talking to herself than to you. Your mind was too busy spinning with the conversation you'd heard to process her slightly cryptic words. By the time you finally fell asleep she was still beside you, lost in thought as her fingers brushed through your hair.

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It happened at the worst possible time. It was late when you'd heard the panic that the manor was surrounded. You were once again bedridden with a fever, unable to do anything. You could hardly process what was going on around you.

Roxanne had carried you to her room as she packed her clothing. The order had already been given for all servants to leave the manor within an hour or face death for their loyalty. She'd wrapped you up in a blanket, and the second she finished packing you were cradled against her chest.

The few servants that seemed to notice what she was doing were more concerned with themselves and their families to care. She had her head held high as she pulled her trunk along with one hand, holding you with the other. When you finally made it to the gates and were stopped she was already prepared.

"My name is Roxanne Ardeca. I'm a maid for the duke and duchess." There was a murmur from the one questioning her to a different man. "My child is sick right now so apologies for shielding their face. All the smoke would only make them worse."

"Ardeca isn't a noble name." The man confirmed, only sparing your covered form a cursory glance. "You may proceed."

She shushed you when you let out a small whine, watching as the next servant in line was questioned. "You're alright Y/N. Shh, just rest. When we get to the carriage I'll make sure to have a cool towel prepared for you."

Your mind couldn't process the fact that there was no way Roxanne should have a carriage already waiting. Or that a lady of her standing shouldn't have the means to afford a private carriage. All you could do, as the fever pulled you back under, was watch as she walked away from your home. Watch as the people finally advanced and the manor went up in flames.

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"Roxanne." She scoffed as she finally stepped out of her carriage. Your fever had gone down a little, but not by much. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a prince right now and especially not this one.

"What do you want Hayden? I have a child to tend to." She said a little snappily. She effortlessly climbed from the carriage, a few maids and butlers grabbing her luggage and leading the horses away.

"Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you. You always do such fine work. Now that the entire country of Osentia is turning against their nobility Berina will finally be able to expand." He said with a grin, following her towards her manor. "Although, it does intrigue me that you seemed to find a little present for yourself while gathering intel."

She turned to him with a fierce glare. "If you even think about laying a hand on them I will kill you, prince or not."

Hayden grinned, a feral expression as he followed her to her door. A butler was already opening it for her as she stormed inside. "That's why I made you head of the royal guard. You have this fire inside of you."

"Is that why you send me away so much? Scared I'll burn down your castle too?" She asked, her expression softening when you stirred a little in her arms. She cooed at you, gently repositioning you to be more supported.

"I sent you to gather information because people tend to underestimate you. Finding yourself someone to fight for was just an added benefit. Either way, I'll let you retire for the night. I'll even prepare a gift for the new baby." He teased, stepping away. "Good night, Roxanne, Head of the Royal Guard of Berina."

The use of her full title just annoyed her more as she carried you to a bedroom beside her own. She carefully set you down, smiling when you tried to grip onto her. "Don't you worry honey, momma is right here. Momma isn't going anywhere."

By the time you recovered from your fever, your whole life would have changed. A new house, new country, new maids and butlers, a new garden to explore. The only constant, it seemed, was Roxanne. Only she had changed too, hadn't she? She wasn't just Roxanne, your governess, anymore. Now? She was Roxanne, your mother and head of the royal guard of Berina, and she was never letting you go.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

just like heaven | connor, rk800

ART CREDIT: @possumy (Original post) a/n: hi everybody happy april im happy to still be here my detroit become human hyperfixation is alive and well. also so much love to @possumy if you see this and want me to change the header, i will!!! please just send me a dm/ask!! your art was just perfect for how i was imagining connor to look in this fic and its just. i am obsessed with it your art is so lovely. and one more shoutout to this post by @salt-and-a-dash-of-pepper made that sort of inspired this fic. warnings: cursing, kissing, connor being autistic and also learning emotional regulation, connors first relationship, fuck gavin reed, Gavin is awful to Connor and is weird to reader, canon typical violence, connor snaps at reader, connor is so awkward, mostly canon accurate, established relationship, bridge to terabithia, hank is hank, lots of complicated emotions lots of connor learns how to be a person, uhhh i guess thats it wordcount: 3.1k summary: connor feels a lot of strong emotions and has no 'emotional regulation' feature. pairing: deviant!connor, rk800 x gn!reader now playing: just like heaven - the cure "show me how you do it/and i promise you/ i promise that I'll run away with you/i'll run away with you"

The one thing no one ever tells you about being a deviant is that you need to learn emotional regulation, you know, that thing that small children learn in elementary school?

…Well maybe someone did tell Connor, given how long he spent hunting deviants before becoming one.

But with the revolution and the high stakes scenario surrounding Detroit, he sort of.. skipped that step.

Now, as the dust settles, he’s… adjusting to his new life. And there are so many things that are new-- 

Including emotions. He never imagined feeling the sort of things he does now..

So, here’s an incomplete list of the emotions that Connor deals with after becoming deviant.

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Anger

He can’t help himself. He can’t control it.

Gavin Reed is just so fucking annoying.

And he can’t figure out why—

Androids are on their way to becoming human’s equals. Sure, they’re not there yet because humans are in fact self-righteous creatures who are very stubborn, but slowly, more and more are becoming increasingly tolerant.

Except for Gavin. He still hates androids. Especially Connor.

And all he wanted was to make you a coffee before you got out of your meeting with a witness, a human with a sharp disdain for androids. Hank had gone with you to ask the right questions.

So, he went into the breakroom to make you a warm drink..

That’s what boyfriends do, right?

“What’re you doing, bolts?”

Even at the sound of his voice, a pang of agitation ran through him.

“I’m making coffee for—”

The cup is smacked out of his hand and into the nearby sink before he can fully turn around.

Anger immediately starts to build in the pit of his stomach.

“Androids don’t drink coffee,” He reminded, “Androids don’t eat or drink anything. Stop fucking pretending you’re like everyone else.” He spits, and Connor takes a moment.

He inhales, remembering your advice.

Just ignore him, Connor. He’s a dick who just wants to make you feel as worthless as he does.

“It’s not for me.” He starts, turning now to go make you another cup of coffee, but before he can turn, Gavin grabs his shoulder to turn him again.

“Who’s it for then, Bolts?” He asks, and he steps closer to Connor, his face closer to his. Connor’s cheeks twitch, resisting the urge to scrunch his nose at the smell of cigarettes that wafts off him. “Hank?” When Connor doesn’t answer, Gavin’s face lights up in realization.

“Oh, it’s for your little crush. What a pair you two make.” Gavin scoffs. “For a bot, you have good taste. I might just have to show them what a real man could—”

Connor can’t help himself. He shoves Gavin back a bit. It makes Gavin laugh.

“I’ve been waiting to beat the shit out of you since you attacked me in the archive.” He says, swinging a punch Connor’s way before he can even react.

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You thought your session with the witness was going well. Then, from outside the interrogation room, you heard shouting. You glanced over to Hank, your movements coming to a stop.

“Uh,” He clears his throat and stands up, nodding you over to the door, “We’ll be right back, Ma’am.” He says to the witness.

Your stomach fills with dread, hoping Connor was able to stay out of trouble (Yeah, right.).

You see the crowd gathering around the breakroom, and before you can even ask yourself who this fight could be between.. Gavin Reed is thrown across the precinct, and you realize who the other person in this fight is.

Hank realizes it too as Gavin gets up and quickly runs at Connor, as they start to hit each other, fighting like two hormonal, angry teenagers. It’s certainly what Connor feels like in this moment. Well, it would be, if Connor was thinking about anything except seeing Reed’s blood splattered across the precinct floor.

Hank looks to you and before you can register his strides towards the fight, he says,

“I’ll get Reed, you get Connor out of here.”

You’re the one who wanted to date him, remember?

You shove through the crowd, pushing big burly cops who should definitely break this fight up cheer—They’re either cheering for the long overdue ass-kicking of Gavin Reed or the annoying android that won’t seem to quit.

You move to Connor as Hank pulls Gavin back, face bloody but no longer throwing punches—Still hurling insults.

“Connor!” You raise your voice as best you can, and you even hear a few giggles from behind you. To your coworkers, it sounds like a cat trying to bark. Connor takes a step towards Reed but the sound of your voice pulls him out of this trance.

His head snaps towards you, and you can see the way he’s panting; Not from exhaustion. Androids don’t run out of breath.

Connor’s chest is falling dramatically, up and down, because of the hot anger that flows through him. Blue blood runs down his face, staining his shirt. His knuckles are wiped in Reed’s blood, and he turns towards you with such anger.

And then he blinks, his LED blinking yellow. But he’s still angry. All you can think to do is grab his wrist and pull him away to one of the bathrooms.

Connor leans against the sink, just breathing heavily. He doesn’t say anything as you slip off his jacket, and then his tie. You untie it and run it under warm water in the sink. He’s still seething as you use the tie to wipe away the blue blood from under his nose, dripped down his lips, down his chin and neck.

“What happened?” You ask after a moment.

Connor’s LED flashes red and his grip on the sink tightens.

“What do you think happened?”

A frown tugs on your lips.

“I think you let Reed get to you.”

Connor’s LED blinks red again.

“Get to me? He was fishing for a fight, and I just—” He feels his anger bubbling again. “I couldn’t take it anymore—”

You believe him.

“It’ll get easier,” You start, and Connor just shakes his head.

“Stop it,” He turns from you, pacing around the bathroom.

“It will, he’ll get tired of it, and—”

“You don’t know that!” He snaps, raising his voice at you.

You freeze. So does Connor.

Your name tumbles from his lips, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“I’m sorry,” Connor says softly, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I just.. I got so angry, and I know that’s not an excuse, I just..” Connor’s shoulders finally slump, exhaustion taking over his anger. “I can’t stand the way he talks about you.”

The two of you look at each other, both of you looking for the other to break this silence with sage words of wisdom.

But, neither of you find the words.

Instead, you just step forward and wrap your arms around him, and he doesn’t hesitate to hug back. Connor inhales and exhales deeply. He’s found these hugs to be the best solution to these intense outbursts.

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Sadness

Fridays become movie night.

You, Connor and Hank order a pizza and longue on the couch, Sumo at your feet. When movie night first started, Connor challenged Hank to be sober for it. So, he no longer drinks on Fridays. But, in exchange for his sobriety, Hank challenges Connor to experiment with showing affection for you.

It starts with making you tea or snacks, but slowly, you find yourself with his arm around your shoulder, or his hand intwined with yours.

That doesn’t really affect this story, but you think about it every Friday night.

Tonight, you’ve chosen to watch this old movie your mom always put on for you as a kid—Bridge To Terabithia.

Connor enjoys it more than he thought he would, but then he gets towards the end. His face falls when he sees the solemn tone the main character comes home to after a day at the museum.. He feels this.. horrible sadness, and he’s not sure when he starts to cry..

All he knows is that he watches the last few moments of the movie with tears running down his face. He glances to the side and notices your eyes on him. A wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feels like he’s done something wrong by crying at a stupid kid’s movie.

That feeling goes away when he feels your head leaning on his shoulder.

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Jealousy

Another emotion Connor just cannot help but feel.

He’s not stupid—You’re gorgeous, of course people are going to flirt with you! The worst part, in his opinion is the fact that you don’t even seem to notice it.

You’ll go out to dinner, and the waitress will give you a free dessert.

You’ll get phone numbers from witnesses.

And worst of all?

Gavin loves to flirt with you.

Connor is just sitting at his desk, painstakingly waiting for you to step out of the interrogation room where you’re helping interview a perp for a case Reed’s working on. He knows you have no interest in Reed. In fact, you really fucking hate Reed, the way he tortures poor Connor. But even more than that, you have no interest in Reed because you are utterly devoted to Connor, even if he doesn’t see that.

His head picks up when he sees you and Gavin leaving the room, talking by the doorway. What were you two talking about?

And Connor is very bad at social cues, so he squints, trying to analyze your body language to gauge what you’re feeling in this moment.

Hank is talking about—Well, Connor doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he stopped paying attention to the subject matter a couple of minutes ago. He’s trying to assess how quickly he can cross the room and rip Gavin’s hand off as it lands on your upper arm.

“And then, I said—” Connor is up and moving as Hank talks, “Connor, what the fuck—Oh, god,” That last part happens when Hank realizes what has grabbed Connor’s attention.

“Detective Reed,” He starts, and to you, it feels like he just shows up out of thin air, “I believe I heard Captain Fowler was looking for you.”

Reed scoffs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, bolts?” He rolls his eyes, “Guess I should see what the old man wants.” His eyes flicker to you, glancing you up and down, “See you later, hun.”

Connor recognizes the pet name. Pet names. A very human quirk that Connor cannot seem to get the hang of. But, he can certainly try, no?

An arm is wrapped around your shoulder, but because Connor is not a physically affectionate person, your face twists in confusion.

“Goodbye, Detective.” His head tilts towards you, “Would you like to get lunch.. darling?”

You smile at his awkwardness.

“Sure. Lunch sounds nice.” And you let him walk you out of the police station, not even sure where the two of you were going to lunch. But as soon as you’re out on the street, you have to mention it, “I didn’t know you get jealous,” you tease.

Connor blinks, his LED light flashing yellow.

“It wasn’t—” He shakes his head, “I’d hardly call it jealousy.”

“Oh yeah?” You wonder, “Then why’d you come interrupt me and Reed?”

“Well, you were clearly uncomfortable,” He starts, and then he takes a deep breath, “Besides.. I’m your boyfriend. Not.. Gavin.” Connor says his name with disgust.

You just giggle.

“I think you’re cute when you’re jealous.” There’s no bite to your bark—You really do love your oblivious, amazing boyfriend. Why would you complain that you have someone as handsome and as kind as Connor being so unknowingly jealous?

You decide to ignore the way his ears flush blue. Or at least, you decide not to tease him about it.

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Yearning

This one’s my favorite. It’s Connor’s favorite. It’s bound to be your favorite.

Office parties at the DPD always get a little too out of hand.. the vicious mix of ego and alcohol is always a dangerous equation.

But, Ben Collins is a friend of yours, so you and Connor showed up to his retirement party. They decided to host it at the police station, pushing the desks to the back so they could have a makeshift dance floor.

Everyone is dressed nice—Mostly in suits, but now, with the night winding on, everyone’s taken off their jackets, loosened their ties..

Connor’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and the first two buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks.. so fucking good.

You’re socializing, having had a drink or two, your hair messier than it had been when you came in. You’re just talking, but when the person you’re talking to leaves, Connor approaches, a smile on his face.

Your handsome— No, gorgeous—No, Pretty boyfriend with those beautiful eyes of his. You know Connor doesn’t really believe in more than numbers and science—psychology over astrology type of guy, or at least, as far as he’s expressed.

But you thank your lucky stars that you have him in your life, but if you told Connor that you’d guess he’d just scrunch his nose and ask what astronomy had to do with the two of you meeting.

(“I’m just thankful for it. I mean what are the odds?”

“Considering I was designed to be a detective where you work, to be your partner? Rather high, I’d say, but if you’d like the exact number, I could run a calculation.”)

You grin.

“Hi, pretty boy,” You coo, just a little tipsy. You watch as he blushes, a deep blue creeping onto his skin.

“Hello,” He says softly, unable to tear his eyes from you. “Are you doing okay?” He rubs your arm gently, his thumb brushing back and forth a bit. You just smile wider, blushing just as much as him.

Maybe it’s the fact that everyone here is too drunk to notice, or maybe it’s just that he feels this deep, crushing affection for you. Like he needs to be as close to you as possible. He’s not sure why, but he can’t find it in himself to deny it or push it away.

He his hands find yours, and just for a moment, Connor thinks about retracting the skin on his hands, a sign of intimacy from Deviants, but he gets too scared.

Instead, he begins to assess the risk of various spots.

Everyone’s in and out of the restrooms, you can’t go there. It seems wrong to drag you to the evidence room or even the interrogation room.

Connor glances back to the desks behind you. How no one’s paying attention to them. How even if they were, they’d be too drunk to care.

So, he leads you by the hand over to a particular desk he’s looking for, before patting the desk.

“Here, sit.”

You raise an eyebrow. Your eyes flicker down to the name on the desk, and you smile.

“Connor—”

He just looks at you, waiting. But you can see the corner of his lips twitch up as you sit right on Reed’s desk.

“Isn’t it normal to engage in a bit of friendly practical joking?” he asked, and he steps towards you, his hands landing on either side of you on the desk, caging you in. You just smile and your hands rest on his shoulder.

“You’re going to, what, prank Reed by making out with me on his desk?” You ask, a teasing edge to your voice.

Connor’s LED flickers pink, and then stays that color as he leans in, his nose barely touching yours. He’s just close enough to feel your warm breath against his lips.

“There’s nothing wrong with some harmless fun..” He mumbles, “We’re all friends here, right, Detective?”

Your heart thumps.

And maybe it’s the alcohol, but all you can to think to say is,

“You and I were never just friends, Connor.”

Something about your words recall memories of his—

Meeting you for the first time.

Saving you instead of catching a deviant.

He thinks about sitting with you on the steps of your porch, sipping hot tea, and listening to the sound of rain hitting the roof above him, your body leaning against his.

He wasn’t even a deviant at that point.

So yeah. The two of you were never ‘just’ friends.

But instead of justifying your claim, Connor’s resolve diminishes, and he presses his lips against yours, and for a rare moment—it’s all worth it.

All the hate he experiences from humans, all the hot, dangerous anger he can’t keep down, the horrible shame, the deep, overwhelming sadness—

It’s all worth it for this moment, when he feels truly alive.

He deepens the kiss and doesn’t stop you when he feels his hand on his jaw, then barely brushing past the collar of his shirt. He doesn’t know what he wants, but he knows he has to get as close to you as possible.

His hands wander, his fingertips just barely dipping beneath your top—

And just the tips of his fingers retract his skin, white fingertips brushing against your skin. He can’t help it. He pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss your cheek, and then your jaw, and then your neck—

Each kiss is precise, calculated by him to elicit the reactions he knows you’re capable of, trying to satisfy the hunger he finds himself unable to conquer.

Connor had always considered himself an expert on Deviant Behavior—But you, the way you tug on his collar to bring him closer with one hand while playing with his hair with the other, and the vague, fuzzy-at-the-moment memory of you holding your umbrella over Connor’s head, one of the first true kindnesses he remembers—it makes him realize that he knows nothing about deviant behavior or the concept of desire.

But when the sound of small gasps leave your lips, quiet, only for him to hear over the loud music and people laughing, crying, yelling, singing, and the feeling of your warm skin beneath his ivory fingertips, Connor realizes he’s more than willing to educate himself.  

Properly.

Thoroughly.

He decides to make it his mission.

And Connor always accomplishes his mission.

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The First Crush

RK800 Connor X F!Reader

He was an android! He wasn’t supposed to be stuttering like some nervous school boy seeing his crush for the first time. And yet, here he was making a fool of himself.

A/N: ahhh! this is my very first DBH fic! feedback is always highly appreciated!

Connor had been infatuated with you from the moment he’d stepped into the precinct that first morning. Sure, he hadn’t been a deviant yet at that time but there was something about you that drew him in. Whether it was the little knick knacks that you had sitting around your desk, or the photo of your two cats you proudly displayed. The first time he’d ever talked to you was what anyone would call a disaster. He’d nearly spilled the coffee he’d gotten for Hank all over your desk, nearly tripping over his feet as he stuttered over his words.

He was an android! He wasn’t supposed to be stuttering like some nervous school boy seeing his crush for the first time. And yet, here he was making a fool of himself. Hank had swooped in to save him from further embarrassment, making sure you were distracted while Connor cooled down.

You introduced yourself to him later on that day in the breakroom, ignoring Gavin’s snide remarks as you tried to make conversation with Connor. It was nice to be seen as something other than an android. Amanda had been surprised to learn about you, how Connor had made a friend so soon after arriving. Her tone left no room for argument on how Connor was supposed to approach his friendship with you, and why would he think any differently? Hank was his partner first and foremost, so he had to work on building that relationship.

CyberLife didn’t want him becoming distracted from his goals, lest they take him down into the sublevels and decommission him. That would put a real damper in him figuring out the whole deviancy cases that were beginning to line up. After the first case it became harder to figure out why they all seemed to deviate. From androids killing their owners, to androids being in love with one another.

Hank had questioned him as to why he hadn’t shot the deviant from the Eden Club, but Connor couldn’t give him a proper answer. He wasn’t even sure himself as to why he hadn’t shot her when he had a perfect shot. Instead he let her partner, lover?, kick the gun out of his hand before running off together. Amanda had been furious when Connor tried to deflect, lying to the older woman as if she couldn’t predict his very thoughts.

She did live inside his head after all.

Then there was Markus. Their first meeting hadn’t exactly gone the way Connor had hoped it would. He’d borrowed some clothes from Hank, promising that he wasn’t doing anything too dangerous and that he'd be back before the end of the night. (That dear reader had been a complete and total lie the moment the FBI had raided Jericho). Connor had been unable to forgive himself for a while after that, even once the androids were given their rights. Markus had assured him that things between them were fine, Connor had become a deviant and helped them all in the end.

Connor hadn’t properly forgiven himself for months after the incident, choosing to throw himself into his work and avoid everything else that surrounded him. Sure, he didn’t need sleep or food the way a normal human would so he could spend longer looking over case files, but something irked at him. You always seemed to check up on him, offering to drive him to Hank’s so he could get away from the precinct. It was nice.

He’d taken up your offer a handful of times, offering money to pay for gas since you lived on the complete opposite side as Hank. You always refused though, promising him that you didn’t mind driving Connor home. Hank wasn’t too put out by the idea either, glad to know Connor was making other friends besides himself. He’d always be his partner, but sometimes Hank liked to just sit and be by himself for a few hours at a time.

It took Connor longer than he’d realized to come to the conclusion that he had a crush on you, that his feelings ran deeper than just a simple friendship. It was downright terrifying for the android to try and wrap his head around. You were his friend, and now he was thinking about things like taking you out onto a date! 

“Hank! I need some advice.” Connor stormed into the quaint house, tossing aside his coat as it landed on the kitchen chair.

Hank’s hand hovered mid-air, fork full of rice from his favorite Chinese place downtown steaming as he stared over at Connor. When he didn’t make another move to try and start talking again Hank quickly shoved the bite into his mouth, chewing slowly. Once he’d swallowed the rice without any hazards, Hank set down the container and his fork, turning to face Connor.

“Alright, what type of advice do you need?” Hank was doing his best to hide his surprise, the fact that Connor, essentially a walking computer, needed advice? This was something big.

“I want to impress someone, someone that I really like.” Connor reached up to loosen the tie around his neck, fingers hooking in the soft silk material and pulling back and forth as it slowly slid down.

“Well, what do you know about this person?” Hank almost felt like a proud father, watching someone he’d grown close to have their first real crush.

Connor’s eyes lit up as he began to talk about you, leaving out your name more for his own sake rather than yours. He talked about how you loved cats, it didn't matter what they looked like, you just loved cats. Or how your favorite movie was some campy movie based off of a videogame that came out in the 90’s. How no matter what, you always brought in some kind of dessert for someone on their birthday.

“Okay, that’s some good information to start with.” Hank pondered over the information Connor had given him, thinking back to what he would’ve done.

Connor laid his tie overtop of his jacket across the chair, unbuttoning the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up onto his arms. The dishes needed to be done, and right now he needed to get some good advice from Hank lest he lose his mind thinking about you.

“You could always start small, get her some flowers for her home, or something that she might appreciate.” Hank hadn’t dated, or been with anyone in quite a long time, so he was a little rusty.

Connor was elbow deep in soapy water, locking away the little information Hank had given him so he could figure out exactly what to do. Surely this would be too hard, right?

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Connor couldn’t help but feel nervous as he walked inside the precinct, the small bundle of flowers held loosely in his right hand. His eyes scanned over each desk before finally landing on yours as he made his way over.

“Y/N?” Connor leaned over to try and get your attention, hoping he didn’t startle you as he’d done multiple times before.

“Oh! Hi Connor, who’re those for?” You gestured to the flowers in his hands, taking in the different colored roses.

His brow pinched for a moment before a realization seemed to hit him as his back straightened suddenly.

“They’re for you, I wanted to find something that wouldn’t be bad for your cats.” He held the flowers out closer to you, a nervous smile on his face.

Your eyes brightened as you smiled widely, carefully taking the flowers from his hands as you brought them up to your nose.

“I hope I made a good decision, the florist said these wouldn’t be overpowering, and also safe for your cats.” Connor subtly scolded himself for repeating something he’d already said.

“Connor, these are gorg-ACHOO!” You carefully set down the flowers as you hastily grabbed a tissue to try and plug your nose.

Connor felt himself begin to panic, had he done something wrong? Did he get the wrong type of flowers?

“I’m sore-achoo! I promise the flowers are lovely, I just, achoo! I’m kind of allergic to pollen.” Your nose began to stuff up from the fragrant roses, your eyes watering slightly as you reached into your drawer for your allergy medicine.

That was the very thing that Connor had forgotten to take into consideration, he’d known all about allergies. Hank had a deadly allergy to bees, meaning he couldn’t have anything with honey or beeswax. He’d nearly made the mistake of gifting him something that had honey in it, but was reminded just before he’d purchased it. Nothing worse than accidentally killing your lieutenant.

Well, maybe making a fool of yourself in front of someone you’d become infatuated with was pretty high up on that list right now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I forget that pollen is one of the most common allergies. Would you like me to take the flowers?” Connor wouldn’t be affected by them, at least not in the way you were at the moment.

“No! Really, Connor, it's fine. I just need to take some medicine and I’ll be right as rain.” You smiled up at him, he could sense the faint swelling of your nose from the pollen.

“If you’re sure.” He was unsure of what to even say, second guessing himself at that moment.

You reassured him once more, taking two of the tablets with a long sip of the water you always brought in to work.

He’d just have to do better next time.

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Connor had been lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling of Hank’s living room as Sumo laid down on the floor beside him. The couch was newer, more for Hank’s sake rather than his own, Connor didn’t need comforts in life the way a human would. Sumo had been ecstatic to see the new couch, claiming the long chaise lounge for himself once it was set down. Hank had fallen asleep on it many times, the television playing quietly in the background before Connor got home. It felt…normal.

“What’s got you so pensive?” Hank was making dinner for himself, Sumo having already been fed for the night.

“I screwed up by getting her the flowers, how could I make it up to her so that she doesn’t have an allergic reaction?” Connor had done some research to find any other important allergies, the main one was pollen which he’d already known.

“Well, do you know things that she likes? And I mean actually likes, not some wild guess from analyzing her.” Hank plated the steak, turning to face Connor before taking a seat at his kitchen table.

“She really likes cats, has an infatuation with black cats.” His mind raced with a million and one thoughts as he tried to decipher what exactly he could get you.

Hank hummed lowly, cutting into the meat before popping a piece into his mouth and chewing slowly. His brow pinched as he thought back to what he’d get his ex wife as a way to impress her when they were first dating.

“Why don’t you take her to lunch? Nothing super fancy so she doesn’t feel pressured. Don’t they have restaurants that androids can eat at now?” Hank knew there were plenty of places both you and Connor could eat at, he just didn’t want to seem soft.

Connor thought about it for a moment, cataloging all the restaurants in the area that served food that the both of you could eat. The closest, and most casual one, was just a few miles away from the precinct. Maybe he could take you there on Monday as both an apology for the roses, and a way to get to know you better.

Surely this wouldn’t go wrong.

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His nerves were shot, there was no other way to possibly even begin to explain why he was freaking out over something so normal. 

You’d agreed to go to lunch with him, even offering to cover your meal even though Connor downright refused and told you he would cover it. He didn’t need to really eat often, so when he did he liked to enjoy the atmosphere of wherever he’d decided to eat. Of course he would usually sit in one of the corner booths by himself where he could go over casefiles while eating.

Today was a completely different experience entirely. Besides enjoying a delicious meal with you, Connor had also seen you truly open up. You weren’t afraid to laugh at his dry humor, something he’d learned from Hank more so than anywhere else. The conversation never seemed too dull, the two of you talking the entire time until you had to get back to work.

The moment you stepped outside, ready to make the short-ish walk back to the precinct, it began to downpour. Connor cursed under his breath, quickly pulling off his coat to try and use it as an umbrella for you. You gripped onto the soft material, holding it tight as you both began to try and sprint to the precinct.

Thunder clapped loudly in the sky, the sound vibrating through both of your chests as you finally made it back. As you handed Connor back his jacket he couldn’t help but frown. His jacket hadn’t done any good to keep you dry, your clothes were absolutely drenched. He’d known he wouldn’t fare well during the run, but he hoped to at least keep you a little bit dry.

“Shit, let me see if they’ve got some dry clothes for you to wear.” Before you could even utter a word Connor had run inside, heading into the back to find the old stock supply of hoodies and sweatpants.

Debating for a moment he grabbed clothes for the both of you, bringing them back out to where you’d been standing at your desk. You must’ve come inside after he left you outside of the precinct. Jeez, he was failing miserably at this whole thing, trying to impress you by doing things that seemed cute together.

“Here, I’m sure there’s towels in the shower that we can use to dry off with.” Connor handed over the clothes, a guilty expression pulling at his face.

You smiled softly at him, thanking him for the clothes before making your way down to the locker rooms. Connor did the same with his own clothes, stripping down completely, except his boxers, and drying off as best he could before pulling on the new clothes. They were big enough that no part of his body was hanging out, but they definitely screamed, ‘I fucked up and have to wear this as punishment’. Connor wouldn’t blame you if you decided to never speak to him again, he couldn’t handle another bad thing happening due to his negligence.

“Well, well, what happened to you two lovebirds?” Gavin’s smirk was anything but friendly, his lip pulled up into a harsh sneer.

“Just ended up getting caught in the rain, didn’t want Y/N to get sick so I found some dry clothes for her to change into.” Connor knew better than to engage in any kind of conversation with Gavin.

The man was barely tolerable, he was sure that if he hadn’t been an android Gavin would’ve found an entirely different reason to hate him. He’d seen the way Gavin had tried, and failed, to convince you to go on a date with him so many times before. Connor had been afraid you wouldn’t even accept him since he was an android, but you were the first friend, besides Hank, that he had. You always stood up for him, even if sometimes he’d gotten himself into the mess he was in. Nine times out of ten they were caused by Gavin being an absolute dick, today was going to be no different.

“Oh? So you’ll go out with this piece of junk, but not a real man? What, you’ve got a fetish for that android di-.” Gavin was cut off as Connor turned suddenly, his knuckles colliding with the skin of his jaw.

Gavin hit the ground hard, a loud yelp echoing inside the room as Connor’s hands clenched into tight fists. Chris and one of the other officers ran over to check on Gavin, probably to make sure Connor hadn’t broken anything on him. He hadn’t, Gavin would just have a nice bruise to set a reminder as to why he should finally leave you and Connor alone.

“Connor!” Hank’s voice boomed louder than the rest of the chatter, his body locking up as he slowly looked over to where Hank was standing.

You were standing behind the lieutenant, eyes wide as you glanced between where Gavin was sitting on the floor over to where Connor stood. A slow smile pulled up your lips, eyes twinkling as you quickly made your way over to your desk.

“Sorry, should I fill out a harassment form?” Connor didn’t feel the least bit sorry for hitting Gavin, but he also didn’t want to lose his job.

“Just, don’t do it again, okay?” Hank stared back at him until he nodded, nodding once before sitting down at his own desk.

Connor quickly followed suit, ignoring Gavin who was downright seething at being not only punched by an android, but someone who wouldn’t get into any trouble. Anyone with two brain cells could see how annoying Gavin was, so who better to hit him than Connor? It was a win-win situation if he did think so himself.

“Thank you, Connor.” Connor’s head snapped over to where you sat, brow furrowed as his lips parted.

You looked as if you hadn’t just spoken to him, your hands typing away at your keyboard as your eyes followed each word to make sure you didn’t make any mistakes.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” Connor kept his voice low, he knew you’d hear him, but he didn’t want to make Hank feel uncomfortable.

Even though their afternoon had been ruined from the rain, it helped knowing that Connor could make Hank and Y/N smile at the expense of finally getting to hit Gavin.

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Connor had been restoring a classic Harley Davidson for nearly six months, slowly buying parts and working on it whenever he wasn’t needed at the precinct. Hank hadn’t minded Connor working on it in his garage, almost preferring it being hidden away from other people. Connor had joked that he’d let Hank drive it as long as he got his motorcycle license first. Hank on the other hand said he liked how they looked, but he also liked having all his limbs. It was no shock that most people didn’t respect people, or androids in this case, on motorcycles. He had spent weeks learning to drive perfectly, even though he was an android there were always insane drivers.

He’d bought a jacket and helmet during his last shopping excursion so he could at least be prepared when the bike was finally finished. The weather had finally warmed up, which meant he could drive around without the sun setting at four pm.

Taking a deep breath he grabbed the accelerator, reaching up to see if he’d been successful at reviving the old bike. The engine roared to life as he twisted his wrist forward gently, the sound of the engine revving like an angry lion.

“I did it!” Connor quickly turned the bike off, not wanting to waste what little gas he had in there at the moment. He’d drive down to the gas station and fill it up so he could drive it to the station and surprise everyone.

Well, he really only wanted to surprise you.

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Connor had chosen his clothes carefully, sliding on the boots that were recommended, before grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it on over his shoulders. Hank had mentioned how he could walk a runway with his clothes, almost shocked at how effortless it was for Connor to look handsome. He’d never really understood the appeal, he wore clothes that he found pleasing, or what would keep him safe from the outside environment. 

Grabbing the helmet he made his way outside, having already parked the bike in the driveway so that the garage wouldn’t be sitting open the entire day. Putting on his helmet he straddled the bike carefully, turning it on as it roared to life once more. The gas tank was full, something he’d insisted on doing the night before. Carefully kicking up the kickstand he walked the bike to the end of the driveway, checking for any pedestrians or other drivers before he began to drive.

The wind felt nice as it whipped by, the rumbling of the bike vibrating from his toes to the tops of his shoulders. Other drivers stared as he drove by, their shock evident at the loud motorcycle as he sat idly waiting for the light to turn green. The drive wasn’t one he hated doing, quite the opposite as it gave him time to think about what needed to be done. Unfortunately it seemed he tended to drive much faster while on a motorcycle. He pulled into the parking lot almost fifteen minutes before he was due to arrive, parking between your and Hank’s car.

Once the bike was off, the engine slowly cooling itself down as he pushed down the kickstand to step off the bike, Connor noticed a few people staring. That would always happen no matter where he was, but this felt different. They didn’t look jealous, no, they looked almost shocked to see Connor stepping off the bike. Okay, maybe he did have a reputation for being a goodie two shoes but that was before the deviancy.

He grabbed the bottom of his helmet, slipping it off to try and fix his hair if needed. Since he didn’t sweat his hair hadn’t flattened to his head, running a hand through fixed it right away. The two officers outside kept their eyes on him as he made his way inside.

“Connor! Just the man I was looking fo-.” Your voice cut off as you stared over at him, eyes wide and lips parted.

That was a reaction he’d never gotten from you before, why did you look like someone shell shocked? Was there something wrong?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Connor stepped over, his helmet held loosely in his right hand.

Your eyes trailed over his body slowly, much slower than he’d ever seen you to do anyone else before, even people you found attractive. Your body temperature rose by a degree, skin flushed with goosebumps.

Oh.

Oh.

“I-I’m sorry, yes Connor, I’m just fine.” You smiled up at him, hands shakily clutching the tablet in your hands.

“Are you sure? We can go sit down at my desk if you need to.” Connor gently took your elbow, leading you down towards the desks and ushering you into his usual seat.

“Connor, I promise that I’m fine. I’ve been going over the paperwork from this most recent case if you’d like to look at the information.” You held the tablet out to him, your voice breathy as your eyes trailed down his throat and chest.

He opened his mouth to respond, to tell you that the case could wait a few more minutes before he noticed the uptick in your heart rate. He’d never had this kind of effect on someone before, it felt invigorating. 

“Alright, I believe you.” He smirked down at you, plopping down into your chair before scooting closer.

You jumped right into the case, avoiding looking at him for any period of time to try and get your thoughts under control. Jeez, it was like you were a schoolgirl with a crush on the hotter older kid. Except you worked together, and Connor was clearly trying to impress you with the flowers, and then lunch, and then… Oh!

“Is something bothering you, Y/N?” Connor’s voice was low, the softness of his eyes keeping you from being able to speak properly.

“Actually, there is.” Your tone was clear, a complete 180 to how you’d just been so flustered.

Connor was clearly taken aback, unsure of how to even approach the new situation he’d just landed himself in.

“You come in here being all sweet, buying me roses, taking me to lunch, and now? Now you’re walking in looking like a walking, talking wet dream and I’m simply supposed to keep my cool while you sit right next to me for the next ten hours?” You held a hand up as Connor opened his mouth to respond.

“You are the embodiment of everything I want, Connor. So excuse me for being quite distracted at how gorgeous you look today.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest as your little moment began to sink in.

Connor was shocked that you’d like him, he knew he liked you, anyone with eyes could see it, but knowing you liked him as more than a friend? Well, it was a little surprising for him. Maybe driving the Harley in was the best idea he’d had in years.

“Well, if that’s the case. Can I take you on a date? A proper one that doesn’t involve us getting soaked with rain?” Connor felt hopeful, what’s the worst that could happen? You both already liked one another.

“Find a place where we can both have dinner, and it’s a date.” You smiled at him, standing up from his desk and leaving the tablet on the smooth surface.

Connor knew he’d need to spend a few minutes of his lunch finding a nicer restaurant, and couldn't have a repeat of the last time you two had gone out together. Even if it was a nice time, getting drenched from the rain was never fun.

As everyone worked it was almost as if a lightbulb popped up above his head.

He’d taken Hank's advice twice and had it almost end in full disaster both times, and the one time he just did things naturally it all worked out. Maybe he should just listen to his own mind every now and then.

Yeah, that sounded like a much better plan.