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runawrites-blog · 3 days ago

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The Connor hyper fixation is SO real

Imagine giving him his first bj. He’s got a million questions and concerns about damaging your throat, but the second tongue hits tip he shuts up. Overwhelmed by the pleasure like he’s never felt before, he can’t form words anymore just noises

UGH I NEED HIM RN

Foaming at the mouth oh god... 💭

warnings: overstim(?) bj, Connor being unintentionally rough- lol, probably forgetting something!

Giving Connor his first blowie was definitely... ahem.. oh boy.

- First off the questions are so much and so overwhelming so when you simply sit between his thighs while he's rambling on these stupid useless questions about if its safe or not and when you start trailing your hands up his work slacks he stutters- genuinely stutters as he speaks, quickly shutting his mouth as he realizes he's learning and adapting to human flaw as a deviant should be.

- feeling your nose brush into his clothed crotch sends him reeling as his hands grip the couch cushions underneath him, his legs spreading further apart with ease as you bite his soft, faux skin at his hips, Connor's eyes roll back slightly as he basks in the sensation. Connor's hands traveling to ghost over your shoulder and head as you sit there- kissing and biting his torso down to his thighs

- Connor makes a sound of surpise as your fingers hook into his boxers, (which Hank advised he wore for.. well.. instances like this one) slowly slipping them off as his surprisingly sizeable length practically smacks you in the face- you stare at it, analyzing how it looks, the intrest in his attachable 'accessorie' growing on you for god knows how long

- Connor's LED going a heated purple tone as his expression is a mix between worried and excited, worried you'll be turned off or something but excited because of your hot touch and the fact he's got a pretty thing between his legs which he never in a million years would've thought were to happen to him

- When he closes his eyes for a momment to help himself regulate his core systems and not freak out he gasps as his eyes fly open to see your mouth now swallowing about 60% of his 7.5 inches of length, his hands gripping your head and shoulder roughly- making you wince just slightly at the uncontrolled strength he used.

- Connor loosening his grip as he realizes and as he tries to apologize you sink further down, causing Connor to watch in awe and have his 'breath' caught in his artificial throat. Moaning around his length out of satisfaction it makes him jolt and spread this thighs further apart for you as his systems go through a series of resets and shutdown momments

- Once you start actually moving your hand and head against his length he's letting out groans and sounds you never wouldve expexted him.. let alone an android- to make at all. His reactions almost completely mimic a true human's reactions as his body grows shakey- whatever upgrades and changes cyberlife made to make them function exactly like humans to all degrees was definitely getting put to... good use.

- Connor's voice modulator goes into overtime as his voice grows almost a little staticy when he grows closer to what you think is him cumming you assume?...

- Connor quickly tries to pry you off but when you resist and it feels more and more intense he gives up and allows you to continue- uncontrollable breathing and soft moans slip from his mouth as grips the edge of the bed so tight you fear he might rip the sheets apart.

- When he finally gets to that point his eyes roll back and his frame twitches roughly as he hunches over you, his hands gripping you so violently that you think he's trying to purposely rip your hair out as he gasps and tenses up. You swallow the... sweet?... substance?...

- You move back, out of breath and definitely confused from the sweetness of whatever you swallowed as Connor tries to catch his breath to explain what the substance was until you blurt out

" ... blue.. raspberry... flavored.. semen?"

- You start laughing as you rest your head against his thigh as he explains poorly that the substance is a faux semen replicate but with a sweet blueraz aftertaste so that when people want to get.. well.. frisky with an android they arent completely grossed out afterwards

EJSJS this is kinda bad my apologies :(.

#blue raspberry flavoured has me hollering #but i loved this thank you op #textpost #writing #reblog #dbh #detroit become human smut #rk800 #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh connor smut #rk800 smut

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runawrites-blog · 3 days ago

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"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (4k800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other. connor is a

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

#i love dbh reader inserts and i love hank helping connor understand his feelings so this is a win-win #textpost #writing #reblog #detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #rk800 #rk800 x reader #dbh connor x reader

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runawrites-blog · 3 days ago

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If you take asks for Connor, I'd like a story where basically reader does connor so hard he short circuits or something along those lines and reader is like "omg are you ok???" And after a moment, he's like, "very" idk I hope I explained it well

Missed You || Connor (RK800)

Summary: You couldn't wait for date night.

Warnings: smut, afab read, semi-public sex, fingering, slight choking, Connor has a praise kink, argue w the wall

{Masterlist}

After a few months of dating, you and Connor had developed some form of a schedule. Every Saturday was date night, and this week had you particularly eager for it to arrive. You’d barely spent any time with Connor with him being stuck on a case that had him halfway across the city for most of his days and working late nights.

Saturday night rolled around like it always did, and you paced your shared apartment in anticipation of Connor arriving. You’d both agreed on just going to a movie. It was the one you’d been dying to see, so you weren’t complaining.

The sound of keys jingling against the lock had you practically sprinting to the front door and flinging it open. Connor looked down at you with wide eyes, his keys hovering mid-air.

You grabbed the lapels of his usual suit jacket and brought him into a kiss. He let out a small sound of surprise against your lips but quickly melted into your grasp. He wrapped his arms around you as he nudged you further into your apartment and kicked the front door closed.

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips as you ran a hand through his hair.

He slowly pulled away, taking in your features. “I just need to get changed and then we can go,” he offered, patting your hip as he released you.

You wanted to say to hell with date night and just ravish him where he stood, but you forced yourself to nod. It’ll be worth the wait, you tried to convince yourself.

The tension in the air was palpable as Connor emerged from the bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up. Your gaze traveled up his forearms, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He had the same idea, and his eyes raked over the hem of the dress that danced across your thighs as you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You forced yourself to look away as you moved to grab your car keys and tossed them to Connor. “Ready?” you questioned, ignoring the way your heart was practically bursting out of your chest from the way he was looking at you.

“Always,” Connor responded, kissing your forehead as he passed and grabbing your hand to lead you to the elevator.

You eyed the emergency stop button as you stood far too close to Connor in the cramped elevator. No one would even notice the elevator was stopped for a few minutes, you reasoned.

Ding!

The chime of the elevator caused you to nearly jump out of your skin, and Connor shot you a look.

“Are you feeling okay? Your heart rate has been high ever since we left; we don’t have to go to the movie—”

“No!” you cut him off, even though every fiber of your being was begging you to drag him back into your apartment. “I’m fine,” you assured him, resting your hand on his arm and keeping it there for far longer than you should have.

He raised a brow, eyeing you. You ignored him and led him out to your car before hopping in the passenger seat.

Connor wordlessly hopped into the driver’s seat, and you watched him. You wondered if the long week apart was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. You saw how he was practically undressing you with his eyes when he came home. His usual precise movements were far more controlled than they usually were, stiffening every time your skin came into contact with his. It couldn’t hurt to test the waters.

Connor always set his right hand on the gear shift or your thigh when he was driving, and today was no exception. He loosely gripped the gear shift as he drove, gaze never leaving the road. A wise decision.

You took his hand and placed it on its normal spot on your thigh. He glanced over at you. You could’ve sworn you saw his free hand tighten on the steering wheel, betraying the small smile that flashed across his lips.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, and you decide to push your luck a little further.

“Are these pants new?” you causally questioned as you leaned over and ran a hand down his upper thigh, giving him a perfect view down the bodice of your dress.

Connor cleared his throat and swallowed hard, “They’re the same pants I always wear.”

You hum and move to return to your seat, your hand accidentally grazing over the place you wanted so badly. Connor sucked in a breath as he approached the red light. You grinned, bathed in crimson.

“Connor,” you purred, lolling your head to the side to look at him. The light turned green and he pressed on the accelerator, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes grazed the bare skin of your thighs before returning to the road.

Your heart rate picked up as Connor turned down a side street in the opposite direction of the movie theater. You weren’t going to make your showing.

Connor’s movements were controlled as he picked a secluded spot to park. You were on him before he could even fully pull the keys out of the ignition, clumsily climbing over the center console.

The keys tumbled out of Connor’s hand and clattered to the floorboard, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. He pushed the seat back so you could comfortably sit, legs straddling his thighs and skirt hiked up just enough to tease him.

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmured against his lips as you pulled away, your breaths entangling in one another.

“You’ve been looking forward to this movie all week,” Connor teased, running a hand up the bare skin of your thigh and cupping the curve of your ass.

You dipped down and hovered next to his ear, whispering, “I’ve also been looking forward to riding you until you short-circuit.”

Connor’s grip tightened on your ass, and he shoved your hips down to grind against him. The tent in his pants pressed against your clothed core and caused a shudder to run through your body.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he questioned, voice husky and increasing the ache in your core that had gained intensity since you left the apartment.

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him and run a hand over his covered length. Connor jutted his hips up to meet you, groaning as you ran a hand over the smooth fabric of his pants. His nails raked up your thighs and he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and tugged hard enough for the side seams to rip, and for them to fall in his lap.

Your gasp was quickly swallowed by his lips against yours and his fingers sliding through your folds and circling your clit. Breathy moans escaped you as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, lazily pressing kisses to the hardly exposed skin.

He ran a finger over your entrance and you pressed against him, begging for him to fill you. He obliged, slowly inching a finger inside of you before quickly adding another, stretching you deliciously. He pumped his fingers, savoring the way you clenched around him, aching for more. He curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name, throwing your head back.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, grinding yourself against his fingers when he stopped his movements. “Please, Connor.”

He removed his fingers and slipped them past your lips, making you taste yourself. You ran your tongue over the pads of his fingers as you met his gaze. He used his free hand to undo his belt, the smooth leather brushing against your thighs.

You reached down to where your hips met, unbuttoning his pants and yanking down the zipper, impatience coursing through you. You released his length from his pants, eliciting a breathy sigh from Connor. You pumped your hand, thumb sliding over his tip and spreading the bead of precum that had formed.

You aligned him with your entrance and you both groaned as you lowered yourself onto his length, savoring the way he stretched you. You started rocking against him, flushing as the suspension of your car squeaked with your movements.

Connor gathered the skirt of your dress in one hand and watched as you ground against him. You dipped down to kiss him, reaching up to rest one of your hands against his throat. He twitched from within you, and he snapped his hips to meet yours.

“So good for me,” you praise, squeezing his throat lightly as he looked up at you, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open.

His hands found your clit and resumed the same tight circles as before. You released your hold on his throat as you rocked your hips into his, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

It took no time for your release to hit you, Connor’s length finding the spot that had you moaning his name over and over again. Your release caused you to squeeze Connor’s cock, pushing him to finish directly after you. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, and threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan. His whole body froze and tensed under you as his climax washed over him. Connor twitched inside of you as you slowed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

After a few moments, when his eyes still hadn’t opened, you brushed a finger over his chest, relief washing over you when you felt the familiar thrumming of his bioregulator.

“Connor?” you murmured, tapping his cheek lightly. “You alright?”

His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a small smile curving into his features. “Did I say how much I missed you?” he hummed, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“No,” you mentioned, chucking, “although, I think I have an idea.”

#writing #reblog #textpost #detroit become human #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #rk800 #dbh #fucking loved this

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runawrites-blog · 4 days ago

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Tongue (Connor x Reader)

Summary: Connor reminds you how good he is with his tongue. (Female Reader) Warnings: SMUT (MDNI). Explicit Sexual Content. Oral (Female Receiving). Sort of Sub! Connor. Established Relationship. Connor has a Praise Kink. No Y/N. Petnames (Love). Word Count: 1,126

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“I love you.”

You smiled at Connor’s words, chest heaving as you watched him turn toward you on the bed and lean up to kiss you softly. There was still a soft whirring sound coming from within him which he’d once explained to you being his internal fans coming on to cool him down and it never failed to make you feel a little proud of yourself when this happened after you two slept with each other. When Connor separated you gave him a soft smile, pulling him closer to look him in the eyes as he rested a hand on your chest.

“I love you, too.”

“Do you need anything or can we cuddle?”

Connor loved physical affection and he was terribly fond of having you close after sleeping with you. It never failed to make you smile, finding his affectionate nature terribly sweet. But nonetheless, you should your head softly.

“We can cuddle in a few minutes. I’d like to clean up first.”

Connor’s eyes drifted down your body and the hand still on your chest traveled down your body toward your core. His mouth fell open, a small gasp escaping him when his synthetic skin came into contact with his artificial semen, still leaking out of you. “I did make quite a mess, didn’t I?”

“You did but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

“Allow me to clean it up.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sultry tone of his voice, his eyes still locked on yours as he moved his body down toward your core. “Are you sure?”

“I have quite the talented tongue.”

“That is true.”

“And you know I love this.”

That was also true because Connor loved eating you out, loved the feeling of your thighs around him, the sensation of being on his knees for you and the pleasure he could draw from you with his tongue. And as soon as you’d given him a nod of consent he dove right in, his tongue running up your fold, licking off his artificial spent from your skin. Every now and again his tongue would lightly brush your clit, making you gasp out, but all too soon that pressure was gone.

“Connor, please, please stop teasing.”

“Teasing?” He whispered face inched from your wet core, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not teasing you. I’m cleaning up the mess I made.”

His words were a stark contrast with the teasing tone of them and when he went back to eating you out, his tongue was far from where you wanted it to be. Your legs clamped shut around his head as you let out a frustrated whine, breath coming in short pants at his teasing. And thankfully, that seemed to have convinced him because his eyes locked with yours before he moved his mouth higher, lips finally encircling your clit fully. The moan you let out as he began gently suckling the nub of nerves made his eyes flutter shut.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You breathed out, grabbing his hair and pulling his face deeper into your folds, eliciting a moan from him that sent vibrations through your core. “Connor, you’re so-- so good at this. You’re so good!”

If Connor loved one thing more than giving you pleasure, it was hearing your praise for it. Whenever you praised him, no matter what it was about, it was sure to get a blue blush to spread across Connor’s cheeks and when it was in an intimate moment such as this that flush would spread all the way down to his chest. And as you peered down you saw that this was the point as Connor’s freckled chest was covered in a soft blue flush.

“So good, Con. You’re always so good.”

Another moan sending vibrations up your spine almost sent you over the edge and your fingers tightened in Connor’s hair as your chest arched off the bed in pleasure. Soft pleas fell from your lips as Connor suckled and licked at your clit. By the way his LED flickered yellow as he ate you out you knew he was carefully choosing how much pressure to apply to give you the maximum amount of pleasure he could elicit from you without hurting you.

“I’m so-- so close, Con. Please, please just keep going and-- Oh, you’re so good at this! You eat my pussy so-- so well, like you were made for it.”

It was his obscene moan at your words, combined with the vibrations that it sent through the oversensitive nerves he’d been lapping at that sent you over the edge and you arched off the bed as you came. Your legs tightened around Connor’s head, eliciting another moan from him as your fingers tightened in his hair. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through your body and Connor kept up the movements of his tongue, dutifully eating you out until your orgasm had passed. Only then did he slowly withdraw from you, gazing up at you with a dazed expression, his eyes half-lidded and a small smile on his lips.

Gently, you reached down to cup his cheek with your hand, running a thumb over his cheekbones as you both caught your breath. Swallowing thickly, Connor slowly crawled up the bed until he was next to you again where he let himself flop down, his head on your shoulder as he took a few deep breaths. Always delighted to feel his weight on top of your body, you pulled him closer to which he gave you a big smile.

“I love you so much, Con.”

“I love you, too.” He whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to your chest. “Are you alright?”

“I’m amazing.” You smiled down at him before running a hand down his side. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m great, Love.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled softly, carding your fingers through his hair. “For now, I’d like to cuddle with you but we really need a shower or a bath later on.”

Connor glanced down at your bodies and nodded once. “I think you’re right. I can draw you a bath whenever you want.”

“In a bit.” You closed your eyes, pulling him a little closer as you two snuggled up on the bed. “I’d like to stay like this for a bit.”

“Then we will.”

“You really are good with your tongue.”

“It’s amusing that it was originally designed to analyse samples.” Connor mused before he looked up at you, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Now that I think of it, if you’d like me to analyse the PH balance of your--”

“Connor!”

“I’m joking.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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runawrites-blog · 7 days ago

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Undercover Masterlist (Connor x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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runawrites-blog · 7 days ago

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Undercover Ch. 10 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: On your first day back at work, you and Connor decide to make your relationship known. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 10/10. Last One. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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”--This case and the perpetrators’ motifs have once more sparked a conversation about the manufacturing of donor biocomponents and whose jurisdiction this would fall under after CyberLife was reformed from a place of production to one of repair. The president of the United States has been in contact with the leader of the android revolution, the RK200 Markus, to once more unravel this time-sensitive topic. Get updates on the development of this conversation right here on Channel Four.”

The next news topic faded into the background because as soon as you and Connor walked in, hand in hand, a commotion erupted from across the bullpen. You two had not made your relationship public for the past two weeks, opting to wait until the ripples caused by the case had died down and you were able to go back to work. But now that Ashley and Dave had been sentenced and you were cleared to go back to work -- albeit while working from your desk for the next few weeks -- you two felt like it was the right time to tell your coworkers and friends you were a couple. But you didn’t quite know how to breach this topic of discussion, so you’d just opted for entering the precinct as a couple on your first day back on the job.

“I knew it!”

You couldn’t help but smirk at Gavin’s enthusiastic exclamation and you watched as he hit Nines in the arm to make him look away from you and Connor. The android gave Gavin a surprisingly affectionate look before nodding his head.

“You really did, I have to admit.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as you and Connor arrived at his desk. “That explains why you’ve been spending almost every other night at her flat. I know your excuse of just feeling safer that way was fishy.”

“It wasn’t an excuse. The two of us really find comfort in each others’ presence.”

“Gross.”

“Gavin, I will smack you.” You hissed at your friend and shook your head. “We were attacked and frankly, even with speaking to a therapist, I feel a little uneasy about being alone which is why Connor spends almost every night at my place right now.”

“Yeah, that and to bang you.”

Hank was the one to smack Gavin, dealing a light blow to his arm to make him stop talking. “Stop it, Reed.”

“Thank you.” Connor nodded wisely. “I had my Thirium pumped ripped from my body, so I don’t find it hard to believe that I’d find comfort in sharing the bed with someone.”

“Yeah, I bet you shared each others’ bed.”

“Can you be serious for one second?” Nines rolled his eyes at Gavin’s words. “The two of them were attacked and injured which can be traumatising even to a police officer and all you think about is sexual intercourse?”

“Fine, I’ll stop.”

“I love the fact that out of every here, you listen to Nines when he tells you to stop.” You chuckled and leaned into Connor’s side. “But I also fail to see how my sex life is any of your concern, Gavin.”

“All I’m saying is that I have to find a good robo-fucker song to set as your ringtone now.” Gavin grinned and narrowed his eyes in thought. “Maybe ‘Computer Boy’ by Poppy?”

“I did fall in love with the man of the future.”

At your joke, Gavin’s grin only grew. “You got a thing for your laptop, computer.”

“I can’t believe Gavin was right about something!”

You all looked up to find Tina approaching you and when she got to the desk she flopped down to sit on it, shaking her head at her friend who just flipped her off much to the woman’s amusement.

“But I’m happy for you two. I knew you two were getting closer and closer every time we checked in on you. It was just a matter of time until you got together.”

“I second that.” Hank said in amusement, giving Connor a teasing smile. “You two were practically fused at the hip whenever we called you.”

Gavin nodded his head in agreement. “And he gave you his jacket, you two held hands, you danced and all that romantic stuff, so I was totally expecting you two to get together. But I’m happy for you two.”

“Me, too.” Nines said with a smile, fixing Connor’s eyes. “I know you’ve been infatuated with her for the longest time.”

“Nines, don’t tell her!”

“Was that wrong of me to say? I was under the impression that it was fairly obvious since you two did start a relationship.”

“I guess you’re right, it’s pretty obvious that I love her.”

You smiled softly at that and leaned in to press a kiss on Connor’s cheek. “I love you, too.”

“That is my cue to leave!” Gavin exclaimed and made a face. “I don’t need to listen to you two confessing your love for each other.”

“Why? Because you’re jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?”

“He has no reason to be jealous anymore.” Tina grinned and wriggled her eyebrows at Gavin, earning herself a glare from him. “It’s not like it’s a secret that you and Nines banged.”

“Not anymore.” You said in amusement, chuckling as Gavin’s face heated up and he glared at you. “Don’t act like that. You’ve been annoying Connor and me for weeks now.”

“She’s right, you know?”

Gavin rolled his eyes at Connor’s agreement. “You agreeing with her isn’t really a surprise, tin-can.”

“You think just because I love my partner that I cannot be objective, meat-bag?”

You chuckled at their bickering, leaning your head against Connor’s shoulder to which he pulled you closer to his body, his hand beginning to stroke your side. Smiling at his ministrations, you laced your fingers with his where his hand lay on your side. Connor was smiling brightly, making Hank’s lips twitch upwards, as well. Tina was still poking fun at Gavin and the man was just rolling his eyes at her, bickering back while Nines watched them with an amused smirk on his lips.

“I’m happy to be back home.” You said, looking back at Connor with a smile. “And I’m even happier that we’re in a relationship now. I really love you, Con.”

“I love you, too. I’m glad you took the first step and kissed me.”

“I guess Gavin was right, after all.”

“How so?”

“This really was like the plot of a romance novel.”

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Undercover Ch. 9 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor end up in the hospital. Gavin loses his mind over your stubbornness, and you two get informed about what happened to Ashley and Dave, as well as how your injuries are doing. And you two also finally talk about your relationship. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 9/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Injury and Medical Procedures (Nothing Graphic). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You should get back to your bed and rest up.”

“No, I want to be there when Connor wakes up.”

“But you’re injured.”

“They fixed me up and gave me an infusion as well as a blood transfusion.”

“You were stabbed multiple times!”

“Connor feels anxious when he has to go to CyberLife and was treated in their hospital wing. I don’t want him to wake up and be afraid. I want to be there for him.”

Connor heard the voices around him before he had even opened his eyes and for some strange reason hearing you arguing with Gavin was immensely comforting. He couldn’t even remember shutting down but when he opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital room, wires attached to his head and limbs. Letting his eyes flicker over he found you in a chair next to his bed, one hand on his arm but your head facing away from him as you argued with Gavin who seemed to have just noticed Connor waking up because he nodded in the android’s direction.

“He’s awake.”

“Connor!” You exclaimed in relief and brought his hand up to hold it against your chest. “You shut down the moments the paramedics got down stilling my bleeding and when we got here, they-- they took you right to the CyberLife wing of the hospital and-- and I had to go get treated and I didn’t know whether or not you were fine and--”

Gavin interrupted you with a hand to your shoulder. “Breathe or you’ll give the nurses a heart attack with how much your heart rate is skyrocketing.”

“Sorry.” You breathed out, letting go of his hand to raise the index finger of your uninjured one and show Connor the clip still attached to it. “They’re still monitoring me very closely, so-- so they can see if my heart rate goes up. I just-- I was so worried about you.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said gently, reaching out to cup your cheek to which you instantly relaxed some. “My auditory units were damaged which was why I was so off balance back at the house and I lost a lot of Thirium when my pump was ripped out.”

“That’s brutal.” Gavin said, making a face before shaking his head. “But speaking of the attack, Ashley and Dave have been taken in for treatment but they are being supervised around the clock by police officers. They confessed the moment they came to again.”

You nodded along to those words, having already heard the news when you had woken up from surgery. “Hank is talking to my doctor outside and Nines is talking to the mechanic who repaired you. They’ll be here with you in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Connor said with a smile before sitting up properly and eyeing you in worry. “Should you not be resting?”

“Thank you!” Gavin exclaimed in exasperation and put his hands on his hips. “Will you rest, now that your robo boyfriend told you to?”

“While I have to tell him once more that he needs to stop shipping us, I agree with Gavin that you should rest.”

“I wanted to be there when you woke up because you said being at CyberLife makes you feel anxious.” You reasoned, taking his hand off your cheek to hold it in your uninjured one, not liking the idea of letting go of Connor after everything that had happened. “Besides that, I would really like to keep holding your hand.”

“And I’m in the wrong for thinking you two should get together?”

Pointedly ignoring Gavin, Connor swung his legs off the side of the bed before standing up and helping you out of your chair. Then he walked you back to your bed where he helped you lie down before sitting down at the edge of it and taking your hand into both of his, making you smile softly as you relaxed against your pillow.

“Thank you, Con.”

“I’ll leave you two alone for a second and get Hank and Nines.” Gavin said and walked toward the door before turning back to grin at the two of you. “Don’t hook up while I’m gone.”

“Gavin, she was stabbed twice, so I don’t think sexual intercourse would be beneficial right now.”

“So that is your only issue with that?”

You rolled your eyes at his words and shook your head, wanting Gavin to leave so you could speak to Connor in private. “Just go, Gavin.”

“Fine, I will!” He chuckled before looking at Connor with a serious expression. “Just make sure she rests.”

“I will.”

With Gavin gone, Connor didn’t hesitate a second before placing one of his hands on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss, making you lean up to meet him as your eyes fluttered shut. Connor let his own close, one arm wrapping around you as he simply let himself enjoy the feeling of having you so near to him again, of getting to hold you again after everything that had happened. When you two separated he kept close to you and you looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I meant every word I said to you yesterday. I love you, Connor.”

“I love you, too.” He confessed once more, a smile spreading on his face. “But I am not that well versed on the definitions of human relationships. Does that mean we are a couple now?”

“If you’d like to, then yes.”

“I would love that. Would you?”

“Absolutely.”

Connor smiled brightly and leaned down to kiss you swiftly once more before pulling back when he heard footsteps approaching, withdrawing his hand from around you to place it back on your uninjured one. “Do you want to tell them?”

“When all of this is settled.”

Connor nodded at you just as the door opened, revealing Gavin who was followed by Hank and Nines. The three of them came inside and crowded around the bed you two were on. None of them spoke for a second, looking relieved that you two were alright until Connor asked them what had been on his mind.

“What did the doctors say about her injuries? I was able to scan the injury to her shoulder but by the time her hand got stabbed, I was not able to do so anymore. Was there any serious damage to the surrounding structures?”

“She got really lucky. The doctors said the knife missed any important nerves, tendons and muscles in both her shoulder and her hand.” Hank explained, placing a hand on Connor’s back. “She’ll have to take some time to heal and she can only do paperwork at the precinct for a while but she’ll be fine.”

“And so will you.” Nines chimed in, fixing Connor with a serious expression. “Neither your Thirium pump nor your auditory units were damaged beyond repair. The mechanic managed to fix both of them and he said there would be no lasting damage to either of the components. Once you’ve filled your Thirium reserves back up, you should physically be back to normal.”

Hank nodded quickly. “Physically meaning that the both of you have the right to see the DPD’s therapist and talk about what happened. I know I’m not one to talk about seeking out help but I really think you should do it.”

“I must say that I second Hank’s sentiment.”

“I third it!”

“That is not a thing, Gavin.”

“Get off my dick, Nines.”

“If you two start fighting I will single-handedly kick your asses out.” Hank said sternly, making both Nines and Gavin shut up before he turned back to you and Connor. “Now that the case is over, you two can finally come home. Fowler is taking over from here, taking care of all the legal proceedings and you two are officially done with the case. You did a good job out there.”

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Undercover Ch. 8 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: Someone breaks into you and Connor's home, leaving you two to fight for your lives. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 8/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Break-Ins. Attacks. Fighting. Violence. Injuries. Blood. Reader gets Stabbed (Hand, Shoulder). Connor gets Injured (Biocomponent Ripped Out). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

“Are you alright?”

You didn’t answer immediately, too focused on listening to see if you’d hear anything else after being woken up by a loud noise. After your call with Hank, during which it had been decided that in the morning Ashley and Dave would be taken in for questioning and that their blood and Thirium would be compared to the samples found on the two crime scenes, you and Connor had not continued your conversation from before and instead headed to bed.

“Did you hear something?”

After a few more seconds of silence, you looked down at Connor who was still lying next to you but with his upper body supported by his elbows, his eyes focused on you. Since you didn’t hear anything else, not even the hint of footsteps or other movement around the house, you reasoned that it might have simply been a noise from outside. Gently, you pushed Connor down onto his back again before settling your head on his chest where it had rested before you’d woken up.

“A loud noise woke me up but I didn’t hear anything else, so maybe it came from outside.”

In the darkness you saw Connor’s LED blink yellow as he looked down at you, his arms coming up to hold you once again. “What did it sound like?”

“It was a loud bang, like a car door slamming shut.” You explained, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “But I sat here for five minutes and I heard nothing else, no footsteps, no creaks, no movement. And I have good ears.”

For a second Connor seemed unsure but then he nodded his head and his arms tightened around you. Your hand came up to gently card over his shoulder, down his arm and back up again, repeating the pattern until you felt him relaxed against you. He released a soft breath as his LED circled back to blue, closing his eyes again, and you cuddled a little closer to him as you kept up your ministrations.

The two of you had almost fallen asleep again when from downstairs there came the unmistakable noise of glass breaking downstairs followed by the sound of a door slamming open. As you scrambled off Connor, getting onto your knees on the bed as he got to his feet, situating himself between you and the door.

“That came from inside. It sounded like it came from the kitchen.”

Fear overtook you but you forced yourself to get up, approaching Connor but keeping your eyes on the door to the bedroom. “They’re not even trying to be quiet anymore. They’re getting careless.”

“Careless means desperate.”

“Desperate means dangerous.”

“I have already wirelessly contacted Nines and he says someone will be here in approximately twenty-six minutes. We have to see who the person downstairs is in case they leave when the police arrive.” Connor said before taking a step toward the door and holding up a hand when you began to move, making you stop. “Stay behind me.”

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him you wouldn’t let him endanger himself like that but you knew there was no time to be wasted on arguing so you reluctantly agreed. The two of you moved into the hallway and peered down the staircase into the darkness of the ground floor, listening for any noise. Then the sound of slow, quiet footsteps could be heard and Connor brought a hand up, indicating for you to stay still.

“There’s only one set of footsteps and they are moving toward the backdoor.”

“They must be letting their accomplice inside.” You said quietly, taking a deep breath. “If they are opening the backdoor, then we have a chance to overpower them.”

“Let’s move.”

The two of you quickly made your way downstairs and once on the ground floor, you rounded the bottom of the stairs to get to the backdoor, approaching the figure standing there with their back to you. But when you saw that there was no one outside the door you stopped in your tracks, unease creeping up your spine as you wondered why the figure was standing there if they weren’t letting anyone inside. Connor had also stopped but before either of you could do anything, someone grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you backwards.

Then a searing pain began, radiating from your shoulder up your neck and down your left arm, making you scream out. As you glanced down you saw that your attacker had stabbed you, plunging a knife into your shoulder from behind you. Connor’s head whipped around and he spurred into motion to help you. But the second he turned away from the backdoor the figure standing there began moving toward him.

“Connor, watch out!”

You tried to get to him but it only made the knife dig deeper into your flesh, making you shout in pain and in horror you realised that you were effectively pinned to your attacker. But Connor had heard your call and he turned back to the figure, managing to dodge their attempt to hit him and grabbing onto their arm in one swift motion, causing the hood that was covering their face to fall.

“Ashley?”

The android didn’t answer him and quickly pulled out a gun, aiming it at his head and making him raise his hands in an appeasing gesture, trying to diffuse the situation. Ashley’s eyes were filled with tears and her hands shook as she trained the gun on his head.

“Don’t fucking move!”

Your breathing came out ragged as you dared to peer up at your attacker, seeing that it was Dave who was holding you to his chest, keeping a tight grip on the knife in your shoulder. When he spoke up his frame moved and you hissed as the knife did with it.

“I knew you two were liars.” He said quietly, his voice shaking with emotion. “You showed so much interest in the attacks, you were so quick to get to the crime scenes and I always knew I’d seen Connor somewhere before. Do you remember me, Connor?”

“Dave, would you please let her go?” Connor asked gently but sternly, making use of his negotiator skills. “She is injured and if you move the knife you might cause damage to the surrounding ligaments in her shoulder.”

“Answer the question, Connor!” Dave snapped, making you hiss in pain as the knife moved. “I worked as a security guard in numerous locations and I worked in the Stratford Tower. I was on duty the day you came to investigate the break-in there. You are a RK800 model, originally designed to hunt down deviants. I knew I remembered you from somewhere!”

“You are correct about that, Dave.” Connor said calmly, trying not to agitate the man. “I used to investigate deviants but now I am one myself and work for the police. They are already on their way, Dave. If you tell them the truth--“

“No!” Ashley snapped suddenly, getting closer to Connor and almost pressing the gun to his temple. “You want us to tell the truth when you’ve lied to us all these weeks? You’re not a married couple, you’re undercover cops! Was it all a lie? Did you ever fucking care for either of us?”

“We did.” You ground out, making Ashley glance at you for a second. “And we understand how dire your situation is.”

Ashley glanced at the ground for a second and Connor took that split second of inattendence to grab the gun, directing it at the ceiling just as the trigger was pulled. Then he turned around with Ashley and slammed her into the wall, using his body to pin her to it as he wrestled the gun away from her, sending it flying across the living room until it collided with the fireplace.

Dave screamed her name and you noticed his grip on the knife faltering, spurring you into action. You used your elbow to deal a hard blow to the man’s chest before ducking out from under his arms, trying to make a run for the gun. But Dave was a security guard and he was as trained in combat as you were, so he reacted immediately and used his leg to kick yours out from underneath your body, sending you flying to the ground where you just so managed to break your fall with your uninjured arm.

“You fucking liar!” He hissed as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back toward him as you tried to kick him. “We’re just trying to save Ashely! Why won’t you let us save Ashley?”

You got a hard kick in against his temple with the heel of your foot, disorienting him enough to let you go and you stumbled to your feet. “Save her how?”

“We’ve found out that given its new state-of-the-art technology the RK800’s biocomponents are compatible with any other model, except for the YK500 models.”

“You want to save Ashley by dissembling Connor?”

“Why do you fucking care? He’s not your fucking husband anyway!”

As Dave got up and you once more attempted to get to the gun Ashley had managed to get free and was now trying to get the upper hand again but Connor wasn’t letting her, dodging her attacks with ease. That was until Dave got a grab at you and managed to pin you to the floor, making Connor turn to you in concern which allowed Ashley to overpower him. In a fraction of a second, she grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall, making Connor stumble and fall to his knees as disorientation overtook him, Thirium trickling down from where his chassis had been cracked open.

You screamed his name as Connor tried to get Ashley back under control while also trying not to lose his balance again. Dave pinned you down as you attempted to get back up and though you knew it was a bad idea, though you knew that it might cause significantly more blood loss, you did the only thing you could think of and grabbed the handle of the knife still stuck in your shoulder before yanking it out. Then you flipped your hand and buried the knife inside his leg making him stumble off you and clutch himself. When he tried to get up and get at you again, he fell to the ground in pain where he hit his head and passed out mere seconds later.

“Dave!”

Ashely’s outburst made you look up and she immediately let off Connor to come to her partner’s aide, falling to her knees beside him and fretting over his injuries before she turned to you in anger. Before you could get away from her she had a grip on your ankle and due to her being an android she easily managed to pull you back toward her where she grabbed you by the back of the neck, making you look at her.

“I’m going to shut down! I need new biocomponents and I will get them!” She sounded so desperate and afraid that despite her actions you still felt a pang of pity for her as you watched tears begin to stream down her face. “I want to live!”

She grabbed the knife and pulled it from Dave’s leg, raising it above her head to gain momentum and pinning your hand to the ground. Connor called out your name and stumbled to his legs to help you but before he could Ashley rammed the knife through your hand, just between two of the metacarpals there, and into the wooden floor beneath her, the strength she had at her disposal as an android effectively pinning you to the floor as you screamed in pain.

“Let her go!”

You heard Connor’s voice, static lacing it and you knew he must have suffered internal damage while fighting Ashley. She turned to him upon hearing his voice, anger and desperation on her face as tears ran down her cheeks.

“I don’t want to die, Connor! I want to live and I deserve to live!”

“You do but-- but you don’t get to harm other people to achieve that.” His voice sounded pressed, so full of pain that you felt nothing short of absolute terror rise in you as it betrayed how much damage Ashley had done. “Ashley, let us help you.”

“You lied to me and now you want to help?”

“Ashley, there is no way to win this. Your systems-- they are failing you and I am built to be stronger than you. There is no-- no way to overpower me.”

“You’re injured. I damaged your auditory units and your balance is off.”

“I know but I cannot let you hurt her.”

“You two aren’t even a real fucking couple, so why do you care?”

“I love her.”

She stilled for a second, breathing deeply as she held her chest in pain and then she shook her head before attacking Connor once more, desperation outweighting any other emotion. Your vision was blurring from pain and blood loss and you couldn’t quite make out what was happening as they fought. But everything came into focus again when Connor screamed in pain and collapsed to his knees, Ashley standing over him and holding his Thirium pump in her hand.

Behind her Connor tried to grab for it, tried to reach it but he collapsed onto the ground next to her, breathing heavily and his voice coming out static as he pleaded for her not to harm you. His eyes flickered back to you, desperation and terror clear in them but your vision wasn’t blurry anymore and you felt clearer in the head than before.

Adrenaline was a powerful thing and while androids could withstand a lot, the human body was resilient and the human spirit even more so. Gathering the last of your strength, you grabbed the knife and yanked it from your hand, freeing yourself. Ashley was too occupied trying to replace her Thirium pump to notice you staggering to your feet, breathing heavily as you stumbled over to the fireplace where you quickly grabbed the gun.

Another shot rang through the house and Ashley fell to the ground, blue blood pooling underneath her as it oozed from the wound in her stomach, her LED flickering off and Connor’s Thirium pump clattering to the floor. You fell to your knees, the pain making you delirious and your vision blurring but even still you crawled to where the biocomponent lay and grabbed it before continuing on to Connor.

He could barely move anymore but his hands grasped for yours as you pulled his upper body into your lap. Blood was oozing from your injured hand but you still brought it to his face to try and soothe him as you pushed the Thirium pump back into place.

“I love you, too.” You whispered out, tears running down your cheeks. “Please, please stay with me. I love you so much.”

Connor surged up, gasping for air and eyes locking with yours before drifting down to the wounds you had sustained. Immediately he tried to get to his feet in an attempt to help you but he collapsed back onto the ground, not able to keep his balance with the loss of Thirium and the damage to his auditory units. Still, he pushed himself upright on the floor and then brought up both of his hands, interlacing his fingers and pressing the heel of his right one down on the wound to stop the bleeding, using the other one to apply pressure. Pain surged through you and you cried out but Connor shushed you gently.

“I know it hurts but I have to stop the bleeding.” He said gently as you sagged against his chest, weakly using your uninjured hand to apply pressure to the injured one. “I got you. You’ll be fine and I won’t leave your side until-- until you’re well again.”

“You look-- You look like you’re about to-- to pass out, Connor.”

He shook his head but then blinked rapidly, the movement making his vision blur but the approaching sirens reassured him that help was on the way. “I will stay with you, still. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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Undercover Ch. 7 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: With you now suspecting Ashley and Dave as the culprits, you try to subtly question them. But it seems that they are also suspecting that there is something off about you and Connor. When you and Connor come back from questioning employees at CyberLife you two have a serious talk that eventually boarders on discussing your relationship. But you once more get interrupted by a call from the DPD. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 7/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Connor Breaks his own Fingers as an excuse to go to CyberLife. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You two are sitting so close together that you might as well crawl into Connor’s robo lap at this point.”

“Why would I do that, Gavin?”

“Because you two have obviously fallen madly in love with each other because you had to fake being married to each other for weeks on end.” Gavin chuckled at your question and pointed at the screen, grinning at Connor’s blue cheeks. “Am I right, Connor?”

The two of you had decided not to tell anyone about your kiss and how close you had gotten until after the end of your undercover mission so as to not appear unprofessional. You were worried that if you’d let it slip you two would be pulled from the investigation and you wanted to prevent that with how close you were to catching the culprit.

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t hold onto Connor’s hand out of the sight of the cameras. So when you brought a hand down to lay on top of where his was positioned on his thigh you felt Connor’s eyes shifting toward you before falling toward your intertwined hands. At Connor’s silence and the downward shift of his gaze, Hank narrowed his eyes, looking at the android in confusion.

“What are you two doing?”

“I swear if you’re jerking Connor’s robo dick while speaking to me I’m going to come over there and hit you.”

“Can you stop putting the word ‘robo’ in front of any word that has something to do with Connor?”

“You’re not denying it!”

“Can we have one conversation that doesn’t turn into you asking whether or not the two of them have fallen in love?” Nines groaned, leaning into the frame from the side to glare at Gavin. “What is it with you and wanting the two of them to get intimate with each other?”

Hank had to suppress a laugh at that. “Intimate? You sound like an old man trying to give someone the talk.”

“Don’t mind him, guys.” Tina’s voice called from a little further away as she had presumably overheard the conversation. “He’s just shipping the two of you!”

Connor’s LED blinked to yellow at Tina’s words. “Shipping us to where?”

“Not like that Con.” Now Tina’s voice was coming closer until her head appeared on screen, as well. “It means he wants you two to get into a relationship like one would while watching a couple on a television show.”

“I see.” Connor nodded before shaking his head “Gavin, we are actual people and not a fictional couple you can root for.”

“And besides that, there is a murderer on the loose.”

Everyone quieted down at Nines’ words, realising how much you had derailed the conversation away from the very serious topic it pertained to. Connor’s hand turned underneath yours so he could grasp it properly and you couldn’t help but lean slightly more into his body. Hank cleared his throat, seeing as no one was speaking up.

“You two texted me that you found possible subjects. Who is it?”

“Two of our neighbours.” You explained softly “They are a couple comprised of a human and an android who need new biocomponents due to being damaged during the revolution. They also fit the model of the blood we’ve found in the Jeffersons' bathroom. The two fit the profile perfectly.”

“Then let’s take them in for questioning.”

“Actually, we’d like you to wait a bit longer, so we can be sure. We have no idea how the two of them would react and if they aren’t the culprits the real ones might take notice of the police proceedings and flee.” Connor reasoned with Hank, his hand never leaving yours. “We did find some human blood at the scene of the last break-in and the plan is to see if it matches the human component of our suspects.”

“The two of them had a medical emergency yesterday to which we helped them back home and they went to get the android part of the couple to CyberLife for repairs. That’s when we found out about the damage to their biocomponents.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “And now we’re planning on getting the human’s blood sample before a new break-in happens.”

“That already happened.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Gavin asked in confusion, eyeing Connor. “Someone tried to break into one of the houses on Fairfield Street but they didn’t get inside. The occupants called the police yesterday at around nine.”

Hank looked at the two of you in surprise. “Didn’t you hear any sirens? It wasn’t that far from your house.”

“No, we didn’t.” Connor whispered before his eyes grew wide and he turned his face to yours. “It must have happened when we went on our walk after we left the birthday celebration yesterday. We must have been too far to hear it.”

“That makes sense.” You nodded your head, eyes fixed on Connor. “Could it have been one of our suspects? They texted me earlier today and told me they spent hours at CyberLife after they’d left, and that they got back after twelve. We need to verify those claims.”

“Then instead of comparing the blood samples, we’ll start with going to CyberLife to ask if one of them left early.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Nines concluded before nodding his head. “Once again, please be careful and contact me if you need any of our backup.”

After your call, the two of you had quickly gotten ready to head to CyberLife. While you snatched your keys, Connor grabbed an umbrella to shield you two against the downpour of rain outside. You were just about to head out when there was a ring at the door, so you quickly went over to open it, revealing Ashley and Dave.

“Were you two about to head out?”

“Yes, but if you two need anything we can postpone.” Connor said and quickly ushered the two of them inside, not wanting to raise suspicions with them. “How are you doing, Ashley?”

“Better, thank you.” She smiled softly, leaning heavily on Dave next to her. “Thank you again for your help yesterday.”

“Are we keeping you two from leaving?” Dave asked in slight worry before holding out a small box. “We actually wanted to come over to thank you two and give you this. It’s just some chocolates as a thanks, nothing self-made or anything.”

“That wasn’t necessary.” You looked at Connor before smiling back at your neighbours. “Please, come inside. We wanted to get groceries but we can do that later. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Ashley said before sighing. “Can I sit down?”

“Of course.”

And so the four of you made your way into the dining room where you all sat around the table, quickly dissolving into speaking about Ashley’s health crisis of the previous day. A few times you two tried to stir the conversation toward the break in the previous night or the murders in general but they always dodged your questions until Dave piped up.

“You two are really interested in these murders, aren’t you?” He mused before narrowing his eyes. “By the way, where did you say you two lived before you moved here?”

“We lived downtown but I don’t think we’ve mentioned that before.” You said softly, reaching out to grasp Connor’s hand, a little uneasy now that they had started questioning you. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. You know, you two moved here just recently and I suppose we realised that we don’t know that much about you two.” Dave shrugged his shoulders and draped an arm around Ashley’s shoulders. “You know I’ve always been curious about what model Connor is, now that we’re talking about the two of you. You aren’t one of the more common ones, right?”

Connor nodded his head in agreement. “You’re right, I’m not. I was actually part of a series of custom ordered models. Before the revolution, I was in the possession of an art gallery that didn’t want to use one of the widespread models -- or so I’ve been told.”

“Then you must be very special.”

You smiled at that, hugging his arm and trying to change the subject. “Connor is very special, you’re right about that.”

Ashley looked back at Dave for a second, her LED flickering yellow as she raised an eyebrow at him before turning toward you two again. “By the way, I always wanted to say that I think you two were pretty brave for helping Riley and Stacy that one night during the break-in. You two just went straight to their house to look for the two of them and Steven.”

“You think we shouldn’t have gone?”

“No, not exactly. You two just seemed so confident as you went there, like you’ve gone to something like a crime scene many times before.”

“What are you two? The police?” You chuckled, trying to make light of their questions in the hopes of making them seem ridiculous. “It’s like you’re interrogating us.”

“Love, I think they actually believe that we are the police.” Connor said, sounding almost amused as he leaned closer to you. “Can you imagine? If you were to handle a gun, I think I’d lose my mind in worry.”

“Because you think I couldn’t?”

“I must say that you’re a little clumsy. You cut yourself three times while wrapping Riley’s gift.” Connor chuckled before pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said softly, smiling earnestly as you said those words because deep down you suspected they were true. “Ashley, would you like us to get you some Thirium? We’ve been sat here for a while and after yesterday I think you should keep your Thirium reserves full, so to speak.”

Ashley looked at the two of you before nodding her head. “Please.”

“I’ll go get you some. I could mix it into tea, too.” Connor said and when Ashley nodded he stood up before looking back at you. “Love, would you come with me for a second? After you rearranged the cabinets I couldn’t find the Thirium.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The two of you went into the kitchen where Connor busied himself at the cupboard while you got a mug. Once you two were sure Ashley and Dave were still at the dining table, their voices coming clearly from that part of the house, you turned to Connor.

“They are getting suspicious.”

“I know.” Connor nodded and leaned against the counter. “What do we do now? We can’t question them without them getting suspicious.”

“Well, we can’t exactly leave for CyberLife, either. We don’t have a reason to go there and all other chores could be postponed.”

Connor was quiet for a few seconds, his LED circling yellow before he took a deep breath. You were about to question what he was planning when he grabbed his left ring and middle finger with his right hand before slamming it down on the edge of the counter. They cracked right through and you couldn’t help but scream as you saw them break, his LED beginning to flare a bright red.

“Connor!”

While Ashley and Dave audibly jumped up in the next room you grabbed Connor’s hand to examine his fingers, panic rising in our chest as you watched his face contort in pain as you touched the broken digits.

“They’re broken.” He gasped out just as Ashley and Dave arrived. “I broke them when I fell. We got to go to CyberLife.”

“What happened?”

“I couldn’t reach where she’d put the Thirium and-- and I climbed into the counter but it was wet and I slipped and-- and I think my fingers are broken.” Connor stammered out, obviously in pain as you held his hand gently in yours. “I’m sorry, you two should leave, so I can go get myself fixed up.”

Dave looked at you two before his face contorted into a frown. “You never struck me as clumsy. It’s hard to believe that you’d slip and hurt yourself.”

“You’re saying he broke his own damn fingers on purpose?” You snapped at them, your genuine concern for Connor getting the better of you as you looked up at him, reaching out with your free hand to stroke his cheek. “Let’s get you to CyberLife, Sweetheart.”

“Dave, we should go.”

“I’ll call you two later.”

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“I can’t believe you broke your own fingers, Connor.”

He turned back to you, watching you close the door to your house behind you before fixing him with a serious expression, hands on your hips. You had just gotten back from CyberLife. Thankfully, his fingers had been easily repaired and after flashing the workers your badges they’d also let you see the security footage. That had validated your suspicions because they’d shown Dave leaving CyberLife at around half past eight, only thirty minutes before the attempted break-in on Fairfield Street.

“We needed a reason to get to CyberLife.”

“We could have come up with a solution that didn’t involve you hurting yourself.” You said sternly before taking a deep breath and looking at him for a second. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I hate seeing you in pain, Con.”

He gave you a small smile before he hung up his jacket and helped you out of yours. “I admit it wasn’t one of my best plans. Thank you for staying with me the whole time. Visiting CyberLife always makes me sort of nervous.”

“Why is that?”

“Before the revolution, going back to CyberLife has never been a positive experience for me. I know it’s ridiculous but I feel anxious when I go there, especially for things like repairs or scans that aren’t part of routine check-ups.” He explained, looking away from you. “It calmed me down tremendously that you were there with me.”

You released a soft sigh at those words before cupping his cheek, making him look back up at you. “It’s not ridiculous, Connor. Your feelings will never be ridiculous and I’m glad that I can help you feel less anxious.”

“You always make me feel safe.”

“I can only return that sentiment.” You said quietly before turning away from him to take off your shoes and put your keys away. “And we did get our answers.”

Connor looked back at you, LED circling yellow as he watched you move about and he couldn’t help but notice the tone of your voice, so quiet and resigned. As he watched you move about the hallway so slowly, putting your things away before locking the door, he felt concern for you overtake him and a strong desire to comfort you. Slowly, he approached and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He looked at you in concern, head cocked to the side but you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t quite know how to voice your feelings about the answers you had found. So you did the only thing you could think of and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head on his shoulder in search of comfort. Connor reacted immediately, moving to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. Overwhelmed with your emotions, with your mixed feelings of pity and anger toward Ashley and Dave, with your disappointment of things going back to normal once this investigation was over and your guilt for feeling this way, with your fear of what would happen now that the potential culprits have gotten suspicious of you two, you turned to bury your face at Connor’s neck, clinging to him now.

“I got you.”

“Please, don’t let go.”

“Never.” He said softly, his arms tightening around you and his hand straying from your hair to cup the back of your head. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? It might help to articulate what you’re feeling. Hank always tells me that I should because it will make things feel less heavy.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings before groaning miserably and moving closer to him. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m feeling right now.”

“Just give it a try. I don’t care that it’s incoherent. I will listen and I won’t judge you.”

“I feel so conflicted with everything that’s going on. Ashley and Dave have pretty much become friends to us and I really pity her for-- for how dire her situation is and for how this-- all these violent crimes must have seemed like the only option for her. But I also feel so angry at her for hurting these people, for lying to us and for abusing everyone’s trust.” You whispered out, fingers digging into Connor’s back as you prepared yourself for the next part of your confession. “I’m also almost disappointed that we have to get back to the way things were after this is over and I feel so-- so fucking guilty for feeling like that.”

The two of you had never labelled your relationship that had so clearly moved past but on one hand, you were almost certain that Connor’s feelings for you had also grown, that your last confession wouldn’t have made him too uncomfortable. On the other hand, you worried that he’d judge you for your feelings toward the possible culprits. Connor’s prolonged silence made you even more anxious but just as you were about to freak out he moved, leaned his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a few seconds.

“You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings and I understand why you’re feeling so conflicted. Ashley and Dave’s situation is tragic, to be damaged and not have access to replacement biocomponents and I do pity them, too. But that doesn’t excuse their actions.” Connor said softly his hand still cradling your head. “I know you feel the same way.”

“I do.”

“You can pity them for the dire situation they’re in without excusing their actions. I also know that you won’t hesitate for even a second to do the right thing and tell Fowler about our suspicions when we call him.”

You took a deep breath, willing away the tears gathering in your eyes at his comforting words and pulled back to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Connor. Thank you for listening and for making the effort to understand my feelings.”

“Of course.” Connor said softly, giving you a comforting smile before reaching out to cup your cheek. “What you feel doesn’t make you a bad person as long as you do the right thing.”

“You said you felt the same about Ashley and Dave. Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I think you’ve summed it up pretty well. I do feel pity for their situation but also anger toward them because of their actions.” Connor mused, letting his hand drop from your cheek and sighing. “But I suppose that I also feel rather angry that someone would even have to resort to something like what they did, that these new laws about producing vital biocomponents are taking so long to pass. No one in charge feels responsible for this and I have frequent contact with Markus, so I know that he is trying really hard.”

Gently, you reached up to stroke his cheek once he’d stopped speaking, hoping to comfort him a little. “I get why you’re angry about this. I will never understand how no one feels responsible for helping people and how the ones who need help are just left to wait. The only thing I can hope for is that Ashley and Dave’s motif will be broadcast to the public and that it will spark a new interest in this whole issue.”

“That might happen, you’re right. I never thought of that but I do hope that is what happens” Connor looked at you for a second before releasing a deep breath and giving you a small relieved chuckle. “I was right, talking about these things really helped. Thank you for listening to me.”

“I’ll always listen to you.”

With your faces still mere centimetres apart, the two of you simply looked at each other for a few seconds until his eyes fell onto your lips and you took this as an invitation to kiss him, bringing your hands up to gently hold his face as you did. His eye fell shut and you allowed yours to do the same as his hands found their way to your back to pull you closer until you were pressed against him while yours came to rest on his chest, feeling his Thirium pump beating wildly underneath them.

Had it not been almost completely obvious to you that you two had become more than friends before, it was now. Kissing in public, in the presence of your neighbours who you were putting up a show for could have still been written off as playing your role but now in the privacy of your home, there were no excuses anymore. And as you pulled back you felt confident in finally voicing your feelings but before you could Connor opened his mouth to speak.

“We don’t have to go back to the way things were.”

Before you could answer the two of you were interrupted by your phone ringing. Cursing under your breath and knowing it was probably one of your colleagues calling, you fished it from your pocket and indeed, you saw that Hank was calling you. You told him who it was and the two of you separated before you picked up the video call.

“We have news.”

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Undercover Ch. 6 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor go to Riley's birthday and what starts as a way for you two to ask around ends with you two getting closer than ever. Now you two are questioning your relationship until Ashley has a medical emergency which draws all your attention to it. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 6/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Talk of Medical Issues in an Android, Damaged Biocomponents and Coughed Up Thirium. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“I’m relieved no one was injured during the latest break-in.” You sighed zipping up your floral dress as you spoke to Connor. “I’m glad Riley, Stacy and Steve left the house before anyone could have gotten injured.”

Connor nodded, buttoning up his light blue dress shirt, once more matching what you were wearing. “Me, too. But it’s pretty obvious that the intruder expected Stacy to be home. It’s interesting that they broke in even though Steven had come over to help Riley check on the noise which could have led to someone seeing them. I would have guessed they would have reconsidered breaking in.”

“Unless they didn’t have much of a choice.”

Turning away from the mirror he’d been looking in, Connor faced you, an expression of interest on his face. “What do you mean?”

“The culprits disassemble the android parts of the couples and there have been biocomponents missing from the crime scenes.” You explained softly, leaning over to tie your shoes as you spoke. “We assumed that they were selling them but what if they are using them for something else, something that is much more dire and leaves them with no choice but to break in.”

“That is a good hypothesis. Perhaps they are taking the bio components and distributing them to androids that have been damaged or need replacements for other reasons.”

“Or they need them for themselves.” You suggested before sighing softly. “Their situation must be dire if they aren’t laying low with us closing in on them.”

Connor’s eyebrows shot up at your words and he quietly whispered his agreement, followed by a soft instruction to keep your eyes open for any suspicious happenings at the birthday celebration. After agreeing to him, you got off the bed and approached him, reaching out to straighten the collar of his dress shirt. Connor’s gaze followed the movements of your hands and only once you were done did his eyes snap back up to meet yours with an emotion behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

“You look beautiful.”

Heat crept to your cheeks and you smiled softly. “Thank you, Connor. You look beautiful, too. Blue really is your colour. You look amazing today.”

“Thank you.” A blue flush spread across his cheeks, all the way to his ears. “I do like that we’re matching once more. The colour of my shirt matches the flowers on your dress perfectly. But you know what’s missing?”

“What is?”

With a soft smile, Connor turned toward the dresser where you kept your jewellery and carefully opened the little box your earrings were in. Once he’d found what he was looking for he took out a pair of pale blue floral earrings and held them out to you. Before you could reach out to take them he used one hand to carefully tilt your head to the side before withdrawing it to put the earrings in and gingerly snap them shut, then repeating the same process on the other side. The way his fingers moved against your skin, the heat of his body so close to yours and the soft expression on his face, made your heart beat faster.

Had this been one of the romantic movies Gavin had joked about during the briefing for this investigation you were sure Connor and you would have kissed each other now. The two of you had never kissed before, not even while pretending to be a married couple which everyone around you probably just wrote off to you two not being big on public displays of affection. But right now you really wanted to kiss Connor.

Before you could question that sentiment there was a ring at the doorbell and as you turned toward the digital clock on the nightstand you heard someone calling out to you from your porch. Rose and Steven had come to pick you up, an arrangement the two of them had made with you two after the last break-in, which you had completely forgotten about. Quickly, you grabbed your purse and gave Connor a bright smile.

“Put on your shoes. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” You hurried down and opened the door, greeting them both with a smile. “Hey, Connor is just putting on his shoes. He’ll be down in a minute. You two look great.”

Rose smiled, reaching down to smooth out her green skirt. “Thank you. You look amazing, too. I love your earrings.”

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t even planning on wearing any but Connor picked them out and I must say they fit perfectly.” You chuckled softly and turned when you heard Connor come down the stairs. “There you are. Let’s go, Honey.”

“You two match!” Rose said when she saw Connor and reached to her side to gently smack Steven’s chest. “I told you to wear a green dress shirt but you just had to wear a boring white one. Look how cute they look.”

“You two look great together, too.” Connor argued with a small smile. “If it helps, I think I have a green jacket somewhere for Steven to wear.”

“I think that’ll be too warm. It’s pretty hot outside today.”

Steve chuckled at Rose’s words. “You say that now but as soon as it gets dark you’ll get cold, I just know it.”

“Don’t I know that from somewhere?” Connor smirked at you teasingly and poked your side, chuckling at your playful glare. “But yesterday the wind was really cold, I admit.”

“Always teasing us but they still love us.” Rose commented with a chuckle before nodding toward the street. “Let’s go. Everyone will arrive soon.”

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The party went by great, with good food, music and company, and Riley was overjoyed with everyone’s presents. As the evening dragged on and the sun set everyone had settled at the tables placed around the garden and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way Connor held you as you two talked to your friends.

“It’s good that the Jeffersons came.” Caleb commented, holding Matt’s hand in his. “And Ethan looks like he’s having fun with the other kids, too. They’ve been so concerned after the break-in. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Rose nodded, sighing softly as she watched Janine and Adam talk to the other guests. “They’ve been worrying about why the culprits just left without harming them. I told them to just be happy about it but that doesn’t satisfy them.”

“I get it, though.” You piped up, hand finding Connor’s to hold it. “Sometimes you just can’t help but worry and wonder about these things, about why they turned out the way they did. It’s strange that they just left, the same as when they heard Connor calling out yesterday when we went to look for Steve, Riley and Stacy.”

Steven nodded his head in understanding. “It is weird. I went to help Riley and by then, no one was inside their home. They broke in after we already started looking for them. I feel like that’s such a big risk to take.”

“They found blood in there.” Rose whispered softly, leaning closer so she didn’t have to speak too loudly. “Stacy said they found someone’s blood on the broken glass of the window. She said it can’t be Riley’s because she didn’t cut herself, so it has to be from the intruder.”

“This is a birthday party.” Matt mumbled, rubbing his arms nervously. “Can we stop talking about this?”

“Yes, please.” Caleb exclaimed and nodded toward the dancefloor. “They’re playing nostalgic songs that my parents used to listen to all the time. Let’s dance.”

Matt looked at Caleb for a second and had he not been missing his LED you would have sworn it would have circled red before he heaved a sigh. “I’m not much of a dancer but I’ll do it for you. At least these songs aren’t that slow.”

“The Counting Crows are playing. Let’s go!”

The two of them stood up and Steve and Rose followed them, turning once more to invite you and Connor to go along. Before you could even think about it Connor was standing up and holding out his hand to you, giving you a bright smile.

“It’s Accidentally In Love. You once sang along to it when we were in the car together, so I know you know the song. Let’s dance to it.”

You knew he was referring to a stakeout after which you’d blasted music while driving back to the station and when the song had come on, you had sung along to it loudly. Connor’s LED circled yellow and you knew he was looking up the lyrics online. You weren’t letting another chance to dance and sing with Connor go to waste, so you grabbed his hand and let him pull you to your feet. Quickly, he led you to the dance floor where he pulled you close as he began to sing along to the song.

“How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it ‘cause I can’t ignore it if it's love!” He was smiling brightly as he twirled the two of you around between all the other guests that were dancing to the song, too. “Makes me wanna turn around and face me. But I don’t know nothing ‘bout love.”

You laughed happily as he spun you away from him before twirling you around underneath his arm as you sang along to the next part. “Come on, come on. Turn a little faster. Come on, come on. The world will follow after.”

“Come on, come on, Because everybody’s after love.”

This was the most fun you’d had in days. After break-ins, worries and detective work, Connor was now twirling you around a dancefloor, surrounded by happy guests and bathed in the light of the fairlights Riley had hung up. The music filled your ears as Connor pulled you closer to turn around with you a little more and you couldn’t contain your joy as you continued to sing.

“So I said, I'm a snowball running, running down into the spring that's coming, all this love. Melting under blue skies. Belting out sunlight. Shimmering love.”

“Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream. Never ever end of all this love.” Connor continued, bringing his face closer to yours as he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side as he pretended to think about what the singer was talking about before he sang the next part. “Well, I didn’t mean to do it but there’s no escaping your love!”

“These lines of lightning mean we’re never alone, never alone.” Your hand strayed from Connor’s shoulder to cup his cheek as you sang the next part at him. The two of you had been so close for so long and after pretending to be married to Connor, after seeing how wonderful of a partner he would be, you had the strange urge to get even closer to him. So you pressed yourself closer to his body, lowering your voice to a soft whisper. “Come on, come on. Move a little closer. Come on, come on. I wanna hear you whisper.”

Chuckling at you playing along with the lyrics Connor pulled you even closer, holding you tightly as the next line of the song played in the background. Then suddenly, his hands moved to your hips and lifted you off the ground, spinning you around while you supported yourself on his shoulders as he sang the next line of the song.

“Come on, come on. Jump a little higher. Come on, come on. If you feel a little lighter.”

You had almost forgotten how strong Connor was but as he spun you around you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. Shortly after meeting him, you had quickly come to trust Connor blindly and you had always felt safe, protected and calm in his presence. You two had been so close for so long and after pretending to be married to Connor, after seeing how wonderful of a partner he would be, you had the strange urge to become even closer to him. When he set you back down he pulled you close again as if he knew that being so near to him was all you wanted at the moment. And as you quietly sang along to the next part of the lyrics you found yourself thinking how much they reflected your feelings.

“We’re accidentally in love.”

The urge to kiss Connor once more overcame you and before you could even second-guess yourself, your hands were on his cheeks, pulling his face closer. His eyes widened, falling onto your lips, but he never pulled away and simply waited for what you would do. And when your lips finally collided his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss. Your eyes closed as you let yourself become lost in the sensation of kissing him, of his soft lips on yours, of his arms holding you close and of the euphoria of finally taking this step.

It almost made you laugh that you knew to everyone around you this was nothing special, simply what they thought to be a married couple kissing each other. But to you it was everything. Because now you knew what your feelings really meant.

You were in love with Connor.

When he’d pulled back Connor still kept you close, his arms still around you before one hand came up to cup the back of your neck. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, cheeks still flushed blue all the way to his ears and eyes falling back to your lips every other second before snapping back up to your eyes. His actions made it clear to you that he wanted to kiss you again and at that, you decided to gather up all your courage to speak.

“If you want to kiss me again, you can.” You whispered, hands moving until they were resting on his shoulders. “I like kissing you.”

“Not here.”

You were almost disappointed at his refusal but before you could he had grabbed you by the hand and was pulling you off the dancefloor. No one paid you much attention, everyone was far too caught up with celebrating and dancing, as Connor pulled you toward the back porch. Once there he wasted no time backing you toward the farthest corner of the porch, partially hidden from the other guests by the vines growing up the lattice, and pressing his lips back to yours. The moment your lips met his your eyes fluttered shut and you wrapped your arms around his neck. This only spurred Connor on and he pulled you closer, tipping you back slightly to deepen the kiss, his eyes falling shut.

The moment you pulled back to breathe he used this opportunity to back you against the railing of the porch, his tongue gingerly invading your mouth. Sighing into the kiss you moved slightly, so your back was against one of the porch’s support beams, before letting your hands wander from his neck down to his chest. When they strayed a little lower, running along Connor’s waist he let out a small gasp and broke the kiss, looking back at you with lidded eyes while you tried to catch your breath.

“Maybe we should head back to our place.”

His eyes grew wide at your suggestive tone and his cheeks flushed a soft blue. “Are you certain? I wouldn’t want to overstep.”

“Con, if I wasn’t certain, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” You said softly, trying to sound as confident as possible despite the heat making its way to your cheeks. “Do you want to take this back to our place?”

“Yes!” He said quickly, without even thinking for a second before clearing his throat to collect himself before speaking up again. “I want nothing more than that.”

You grinned excitedly at his words before pulling him in for another kiss to which he swiftly hoisted you onto the railing of the porch, getting between your legs to get closer to you. But your moment was cut short when you heard people shouting in panic and Connor pulled away from the kiss, face flushed and lips still parted, to look at the source of the commotion.

And when you saw Ashley on her knees, coughing up blue blood while Dave desperately tried to help her, all thoughts of kissing Connor were gone for the moment. Quickly, you hurried over to her and got on your knees beside her. Connor was right at your tail and crouched down on her other side, scanning her before looking back at you with an expression so concerned that it made fear rise in you.

“Her ventilation system is malfunctioning. There must be some kind of leak which is why she is coughing up Thirium.”

Dave swallowed thickly at those words. “She’s been having health issues for months now and a lot of her systems and biocomponents have been malfunctioning or even failing. We need to get her to CyberLife.”

“We need to--” Ashley coughed out and more Thirium landed on her light skirt, staining it blue. “My treatment history and all-- all that data is at my house. We need to get it and-- and the car.”

“We will.” You soothed her, rubbing her back. “Connor and I will get you to the car, so Dave can get all you need and then take you to CyberLife.”

“Thank you.”

With that, you and Connor hoisted her to her feet as he gave Dave the instruction to get Ashley’s medical records. Dave nodded, threw you the keys and ran off across the street while you two lugged Ashley to the car. Once there, you unlocked it and helped her into the passenger seat. You saw Dave running around the house through the windows and crouched down beside Ashley.

“He’ll be with you soon. Do you want either of us to come with you?”

“No. Dave and I-- We’ll be fine on our own but thanks.” She whispered, no longer coughing but breathing heavily and looking weak. “I was damaged during-- during the revolution. My-- My Thirium pump was badly damaged along with other-- other biocomponents. But spare parts are hard to come by with-- with no proper laws for donation.”

Connor frowned at that, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you as you still crouched by her side. “They are talking about passing new laws but that might still take some time.”

“I don’t have that time.”

Your face fell at her words, as you saw her doubling over in pain and as Dave almost tripped over his own feet at how quickly he rushed to the car. Tears were running down his face as he thanked you for your help and got in the car. They pulled away and you stood back, Connor’s hand still on your shoulder as Ashley’s words kept replaying in your head. Her situation seemed so dire.

Dire

The word kept ringing through your head and with it, everything fell into place for you. And the suspicion this arose in you made your heart drop. Ashley was the right model, her husband was a human and her situation was terribly dire. The two of them fit the profiles of the culprits perfectly and they had a motive. Your head snapped toward Connor and the look on his face told you that he was connecting the dots, as well.

“Do you think it’s them?”

“They fit the profiles of the two culprits perfectly. Ashley is an AP700 model with long hair who hasn’t yet removed her LED and her husband is a human.” Connor recounted his thoughts to you, a deep frown overtaking his face. “They live on the street where the murders are taking place.”

“And they have a motive.” You whispered out. “The culprits remove androids’ biocomponents and Ashley needs new biocomponents. Do we tell Fowler?”

Connor’s LED circled yellow for a few seconds before he shook his head. “We have no direct evidence that links them to the crimes. I suggest that we report back that we have a possible suspect but that we need more evidence before we can give a conclusive answer. If they aren’t the culprits police intervention might make the real perpetrators draw back, so to speak, and we might not catch them like that.”

“You’re right.” You mused, subconsciously swaying a little closer to Connor as you let his words sink in. “The AP700’s blood could have belonged to any one of the models but there was the human blood at the crime scene which we could use as clear evidence that would link them to the crimes.”

“We just need some of Dave’s blood, so I can compare it to the sample from Stacy and Riley’s home.”

“How would we get some of his blood?”

“We will figure something out like we always do.”

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Undercover Ch. 5 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: There is another break-in and with three of your neighbours missing, you and Connor go to look for them. All the while, the boundaries between you two begin to blur as you get closer and closer. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 5/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Break-Ins. Blood. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245283#workskin Previous Chapter

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The AP700 model was widespread and diverse, coming in all different appearances. Before the revolution, Connor would have been able to find the specific android by their model and serial number. After androids had gained their freedom as well as human rights, databases nationwide had been wiped clean of these numbers and the only androids whose serial numbers remained there were ones that had committed crimes. This made it difficult beyond belief to find the culprit.

While everyone back at the DPD had checked their data basis for AP700 models, none of the ones there had even been in state or released from custody at the time of the murders. Fowler had made the call to have AP700 models come in to give their serial numbers as well as blood samples but since the request had been voluntary not all of them had shown up to do so. And of the ones that had shown up, none matched the blood found at the Jefferson’s house.

Despite these new developments in the case you and Connor had been asked to keep up your guise and try to find more evidence on site. But strangely enough, you didn’t mind in the least and with things calming down after the break-in at the Jefferson’s, no doubt because of the culprit noticing that the police were closing in on them, you had started to question these feelings.

You and Connor had always been close but during your time undercover you had grown closer than ever, easily falling into the role of a married couple. Boundaries between the two of you had blurred, from how much you touched each other over sharing a bed even when no one would see to even changing in front of each other. And they just kept on blurring which made it hard for you to exactly pinpoint what you were feeling, whether or not your feelings for him went beyond those of friendship.

Now as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, spreading your bubbly facewash all over your skin you took a moment to breathe, to try and sort through your feelings. You really suspected that you had fallen for Connor but you were still too scared to admit it to yourself, though this was getting harder by the day with how sweet and loving he acted toward you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Connor walked into the bathroom, not even knocking on the door which was another boundary that had blurred for the two of you. He smiled at you in the mirror and went to grab the hairbrush lying on the counter. But when you didn’t immediately smile back he stopped.

“Are you quite alright?”

“I’ve just been thinking.” You said and leaned over to splash water in your face, pausing once to speak up again. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Connor asked and when you looked back up he had a towel at the ready, reaching out to gently dab your face dry. “You looked really concerned, almost scared.”

You let him dry your face before taking the towel and holding it tightly in your hands, deciding not to tell him about your feelings and opting to instead talk about what else worried you. “We haven’t made any more progress in the case since we found the blood four days ago.”

“The culprit knows we’re after them.” Connor said softly, reaching out to give your hand a tight squeeze. “They’re probably scared of being caught and trying to lay low. But I’m sure that we’ll find new information soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Riley’s birthday party is tomorrow. Maybe we can try to subtly question the people there.” Connor suggested before grabbing the hairbrush and brushing his hair out. “You’re a good detective and I’d like to think that I am, too. I’m sure we will find new information soon.”

You turned to him in surprise, gently shoving at his shoulder. “Don’t say that, Con! You’re an amazing detective. Pat yourself on the shoulder every now and then.”

“Pat myself on the shoulder?” Connor asked in confusion, reaching out to do just that before he stopped. “Oh, you mean metaphorically?”

“Yes, obviously.” You chuckled and shook your head in amusement. “You’re adorable.”

Once more, a faint blue blush spread over Connor’s face and he shook his head almost sheepishly. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say.”

“I’m a good wife, aren’t I?”

“You really do make a good wife, yes.” Connor sighed softly before he cleared his throat, only now realising how dreamy his voice had sounded. “Should we head to bed? We still have to buy a present for Riley tomorrow.”

“We should.”

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But in the early hours of the morning, the two of you were awoken by your cellphone ringing and you realised that you’d forgotten to silence it. You sat up and fumbled for the phone in the dark as Connor rose from stasis, quietly inquiring if you were alright, sounding concerned. Had you not been so frantic to get to your phone in time you would have taken notice of Connor withdrawing his arm from where he had tightly wrapped it around your body in his sleep. By the time you’d gotten the phone it had stopped ringing and you unlocked it to check who had called you.

Connor inched closer until his chest was pressed against your side and he could see your screen from over your shoulder. “Why did Rose call you this late?”

“I’ll call her back to see if she’s alright.” You said, typing around on your phone to do so. “She was over at Matt and Caleb’s today. I hope nothing bad happened to any of them.”

When she picked up, mere seconds later and talking in a panicked voice, you realised something was terribly wrong. You quickly put her on speaker as Connor leaned over you to stare at the screen in shock. But neither of you could understand a word she was saying other than her fiancé’s name because she was crying and rambling and panicking too much.

“Rose, you need to calm down so we can understand what you’re saying.” Connor instructed, his voice firm but calm. “What happened to Steven?”

“Stacy called us twenty-- twenty minutes or so ago and said she heard a commotion from her garden. She said Riley wanted to check it out but she didn’t-- she didn’t want to go alone.” Rose was trying hard not to cry and you could hear it in her voice. “Steve went over to check it out with Riley but-- but he hasn’t come back in twenty minutes and none of them are picking up their phones and I’m too scared to check on my own and--”

Connor interrupted her again. “I’m heading over to check on them.”

“We both are.”

“Love, is that a good idea?”

“I am not letting you go alone.”

“Then I’ll come, too.” Rose said quietly, tears evident in her voice. “I’ll wait in my driveway, alright?”

“We’ll meet you there!”

The two of you quickly got out of bed, put on shoes and hurried downstairs. It wasn’t cold outside but the wind that was blowing made you shiver as you followed Connor over to Rose and Steve’s house. She stood in her driveway as announced and when she saw you she quickly hurried over to embrace you, clearly shaken up by what had happened. Connor was at her side in an instant, placing a hand on her arm and looking at her in concern.

“What exactly happened?”

“As I said Stacy called us over thirty minutes ago and said she heard a commotion from her garden.” Rose still seemed close to tears but she was much calmer now that you and Connor were with her. “Steve hasn’t come back in almost thirty minutes now and neither he, nor Riley or Stacy are picking up their phones.”

“I will go and check on Riley, Steve and Stacy. You two wait here.”

“Connor, you can’t go alone.” You grabbed his arm to keep him with you. “That is way too dangerous.”

“I can’t have you be in danger, Love.”

“Let me come with you. I can help you. You know that I can, Connor.”

For a second Connor hesitated but then he nodded and looked back at Rose. “Go inside and lock the doors. We will check on everyone else and then we will call you. If anything happens, you have my wife’s number. Call her and she will pick up.”

“Are you sure?” Rose asked, clutching her phone to her chest. “Isn’t it too dangerous to go after them?”

“Rose, we will be fine, I promise.” You said softly, giving her a promising smile. “Call me if anything happens, alright? I will keep my phone on vibrate.”

She nodded and then headed off, leaving you and Connor to head across the street and toward the house next to Riley and Stacy’s. When you got there you found the front door open and carefully stepped inside, making sure to cover every inch of the entrance hall as you checked to see if anyone was there.

“Is anyone there?”

Upstairs, you heard someone break into a sprint and Connor nodded toward the stairs, signaling for you to stay behind him. He went up the stairs, looking forward while you followed him with your back pressed to his, walking backwards, making sure no one could surprise you. Once upstairs, you two made sure no one was around in the hallway before Connor leaned his head back to get his mouth as close to your ear as possible while still keeping his eyes turned to the front.

“It came from the bedroom.” He whispered so quietly you could barely hear him. “We’ll keep going like this, with me leading and you making sure no one surprises us.”

“I got your back.”

He nodded and moved toward the bedroom door where he quietly counted to three before kicking it open and scanning the room to see if anyone was inside. “No one is here.”

“They left.” You rounded him and closed the door behind you so no one could follow the two of you before your eyes fell on the open window, its glass broken. Carefully, you approached and peered outside. “They must have smashed it to come inside but left when they heard us downstairs. I can’t see anyone outside. Can you?”

Connor moved in next to you, looking out into the backyard as well before shaking his head. “No, I can’t see anyone.”

“Let’s see if they left anything behind.” You said and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight, shining it around to see if there was anything around. “There’s blood on one of the shards of glass.”

Next to you, Connor crouched down, gathering some of the blood on his fingers and licking it off to scan it, LED blinking yellow as he did so. “You might have gathered that this is human blood by the colour but my analysis also shows that the blood type is A negative. I suspect it might be the blood of the accomplice but it might also be Riley’s blood.”

“If it is the accomplice’s blood we might be able to find them if their DNA is already in our systems.” You mused, crouching down next to Connor and inspecting the shard of glass. “We’ll have to call the police so they can check.”

“Let’s get out of here and call them. I can message Hank to let him know there is some blood that needs to be sampled immediately.”

That’s when your phone rang and you quickly straightened up again, Connor following swiftly as you checked who was calling you. When you saw that it was Rose you quickly picked up the phone, Connor looking over your shoulder to see the screen.

“Are you alright, Rose?”

“Where are you two? Are you alright? Steve, Riley and Stacy just showed up at my house. They’re fine and have already called the police.” She explained quickly, panic written all over her face. “Where are you two?”

“We are at their house but the intruder has left through the bedroom window.” Connor explained, trying to sound reassuring. “We’ll come over to your place now.”

“Be careful!”

“We’ll be over in five minutes.”

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When you made it outside you were greeted by the police who had already arrived, Tina and Gavin once more amongst them. In the background, you saw your neighbours being questioned by other officers while Tina and Gavin approached the two of you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield your skin from the cold wind while they asked you standard questions until they were sure no one was in earshot anymore.

“Connor texted us that you found human blood upstairs.” Tina recounted, looking at her data pad. “It very likely belongs to one of the culprits. It might belong to the human living in this house but the fact that it was on the shards from the smashed window indicates that it belongs to one of the culprits.”

“That means the accomplice is a human.” Connor said before his eyes drifted to you, taking in how you were shivering. “Are you cold?”

“Yes, the wind is pretty cold.”

In one swift motion, Connor took off his sweater, leaving him in nothing but his pyjama pants and a t-shirt, to quickly hand it to you. For a second you wanted to protest but his look was so insistent that you quickly slipped it on, a small smile gracing your features until it disappeared when you saw Gavin’s amused expression.

“How romantic.”

“Stop it.” Connor chastised him, hands coming up to rub your arms gently, trying to warm you up. “Should I let her freeze out here?”

“I’m just saying that you’re being awfully romantic.”

“I have to second that.” Tina said in amusement. “This is straight out of a romance novel, I must say.”

Despite the warmth spreading in your chest you rolled your eyes. “You two are really terrible, you know?”

“We know.” Gavin grinned before steeling his expression again. “Is there anything else we should know?”

“Normally, the android is the one that enters the homes while the human waits outside. Today the human went inside the home. I’m sure there’s a reason for that.” Connor added, hands still rubbing your arms gently. “But that is all we have to add.”

“But tomorrow, we are invited to a birthday celebration of one of the people living here and we’ll try to subtly investigate there.”

“Good plan.” Tina nodded along to your words before giving you a small smile. “Are you two alright? We’ll have to go back to the station now and our shifts are over soon but if anything happens, someone will always be there to help.”

“Thank you, Tina.” You smiled gently at her before leaning back into Connor. “We’re fine. You two enjoy your free time when your shifts are over.”

“Keep us updated tomorrow.”

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Undercover Ch. 4 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor get a lot closer while baking something as an excuse to get into the Jeffersons' home. While it makes you start questioning your feelings you are interrupted by a call from the DPD which dissolves into chaos because of Gavin's jokes. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 4/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. A little bit of Blood. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245283#workskin Previous Chapter

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“How have we not managed to find any new information?“

“You’ve been a detective for years, so you should know that sometimes cases become stagnant especially if the culprit feels like the police are closing in on them.“

“We hardly have any information that would help us, Connor. I feel so useless.” You sighed miserably, leaning against the kitchen counter. “We know that the culprit is a female android that’s been described as having long hair with her LED still attached. They also target human-android couples, murder the human and disassemble the android.“

Connor sighed, leaning against the counter next to you. “You’re right, that's not a lot. Yet, we also know that the culprit isn’t working alone, that they have an accomplice. But you know what I find strange?”

“What?”

“That they fled the Jefferson’s home without doing anything to them.”

“Something was different.”

“They had a child with them.” Connor reasoned before turning back to the kitchen counter and picking up the sponge he’d been using to clean the dishes. “Perhaps the culprits weren’t intent on harming the child. But then again, they must have known that the Jeffersons had a son because I doubt they would break in without checking on things like that.”

You thought for a few seconds before picking up the dish towel to dry the bowls Connor was cleaning. “Maybe it had nothing to do with Ethan and instead with the culprits themselves.”

“How so?”

“Maybe one of them got injured.”

Connor piped up at that, eyes furrowing in thought. “We should call Gavin or Hank and ask them if they found blood or other signs of injury at the Jefferson’s home.”

“Or we could go there ourselves and check it out.” You suggested, putting the last of the dishes away and turning to Connor. “At least that way we can make ourselves useful. We could bake them something and bring it over, ask them how they’ve been or if they need any help. And while we’re there we can check out the place.”

“I like the way you think.”

You chuckled at his words before moving toward the fridge and peering inside. “We have all the ingredients to bake some muffins. I’m sure Janine and Ethan would love that and you said that with the new updates provided by CyberLife androids can also eat food, right?”

“Right. They don’t need to consume food but they can if they want to.” Connor smiled and took out some bowls from the cabinets. “Tell me how to help and I will.”

“First of all, you got to turn on some music.”

Connor saluted with a smirk and went to turn on the radio, his LED circling yellow as he listened to the song that was playing and you couldn’t help but find it endearing to watch. When Connor turned back to you, his face turning into a questioning look at your staring, you quickly averted your eyes, willing away the warmth that was rising in your cheeks at being caught.

“What were you watching me for?”

“I just thought you looked cute, listening to music and trying to identify the song that was playing.” You explained sheepishly but when you saw Connor’s cheeks turning blue a smile grew on your face and you pointed the whisk you’d previously picked up at him. “Are you blushing because I called you cute?”

“No!”

“That’s adorable!” You almost squealed, putting the whisk down and clasping your hands together before your grin turned into a genuine smile. “No, but really, it’s sweet to watch you discovering new songs or movies, to watch you act so curious and downright human.”

Connor averted his gaze, the blue blush on his cheeks spreading to his ears before he cleared his throat. “That’s sweet of you to say. I thought the song was nice.”

You made your way to the radio to turn it up and when you realised what song was playing your eyes grew wide and a smile spread on your lips. “It’s ‘Good Old Fashioned Loverboy’ by Queen! I love that song. I mean, I know it’s one of their most well-known songs and I do love their lesser-known songs just as much but this one is just so good.”

“Then enjoy it.” Connor smiled and turned up the volume even more, listening to the song. “It seems to have just started.”

“You know the song?”

“I do and I looked up the lyrics just now, so I know it’s just started.”

For a second you hesitated to sing along but then you remembered that Connor had seen you sing along to songs countless times during your friendship. A smile spread on your lips as you began to sing along to the song.

“Oh, love, oh, loverboy. What’re you doing tonight? Hey, boy, set my alarm, turn on my charm. That’s because I’m a good old-fashioned loverboy.” You sang, spinning around one and dramatically clasping your hands over your chest. “Oh, let me feel your heartbeat grow faster, faster.”

“Can you feel my love heat?” Connor chimed in and the smile on your face only grew as he shuffled in closer to you, leaning his upper body backwards to bring his head closer to yours. “Come on and sit on my hot seat of love. And tell me how do you feel right after all.”

“I’d like for you and I to go romancing.”

“Say the word, your wish is my command!”

Connor once more playfully saluted before grabbing a nearby spatula and holding it to his mouth as a pretend microphone, singing along to the next part of the song. With a huge grin, you grabbed your whisk and did the same, chiming in and singing along while you leaned close to him. It made your heart skip a beat when you realised how well your voices harmonised together but you didn’t dwell on this for much longer because Connor suddenly held out his hand to you, spatula discarded in the sink.

You didn’t hesitate to grab his hand and once he had yours firmly in his he raised his arm to spin you around underneath it. The whisk you’d been holding clattered to the floor as you laughed at being spun around. As the song continued to play your spinning came to a stop and Connor brought his free hand to your back before tipping you backwards. You gasped in surprise but he was holding you tightly, your lower body pressed to his and you trusted him blindly. His voice rang out again as he began to sing along to the song again.

“When I’m not with you think of you always.”

“Love you.”

“Love you”

For a second both of you looked at each other, the words you had just sung ringing through your head and you began to wonder why hearing them sent such a rush of warmth through your body. You didn’t get to question this for too long because Connor’s arms tightened around your body, making you snap out of your thoughts and you quickly began to sing along to the song again in an attempt to avoid questioning what you were feeling.

“Hey, boy, where did you go?”

Connor blinked once, seemingly just now snapping out of his thoughts and he quickly pulled you upright again before spinning you away from him, hand still firmly holding yours. “I learned my passion in the good old-fashioned school of loverboys.”

“Dining at the Ritz we’ll meet at nine.” You sang, bringing up a finger as if to emphasize the time you were singing about before freeing your hand from Connor’s and tapping the back of your wrist as if you were wearing a watch. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock, precisely.”

Connor chuckled at your ministrations as he imitated the motion of drinking whine before switching to pretending to drive a car “I will pay the bill, you taste the wine. Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely.”

“Just take me back to yours that will be fine.”

Twirling around before throwing a hand to your chest dramatically, you leaned against the counter and locked eyes with Connor as you sang about how he should take you back to his place. Connor smiled at your actions, about how much fun you were having singing and dancing to a song you liked before he held out his hand to you again. You took it without question, expecting him to twirl you around some more. Instead, he pulled you close to his body, one hand holding yours and the other resting on your waist as if he was planning to dance with you. The idea of slow dancing with Connor seemed nice to you so you placed a hand on his shoulder. He began to sway the two of you around as he sang the next line.”

“Oh, love.”

“There he goes again.” Your voice was low as you sang along to the rest of the band singing in the background of the song, leaning closer to Connor. “He’s my good old-fashioned loverboy.”

You knew that androids had been built to blend in with humans but it still somehow surprised you that Connor’s body felt so warm against yours. Had you not been such cowardly, you would have started questioning your feelings for Connor then and there but you were so scared of him not reciprocating, of this just being part of the act you two were putting up, of how things would be once you’d get back home and of these feelings ruining your friendship. So you kept quiet.

But Connor didn’t keep quiet as he swayed you to the tune of the song, pulling you impossibly close to his body. His voice was soft and soothing, and as he sang the last lines of the song they sounded almost like a promise.

“Everything’s all right, just hold on tight. That’s because I’m a good old-fashioned loverboy.”

Then the ringing of your phone startled both of you and when you glanced at it you saw that it was Gavin video calling you. Quickly, you separated from Connor and picked up the phone, opening your mouth to greet your friend but being interrupted by him bursting into laughter as he looked at you two. Connor frowned in confusion and leaned closer to you, his head once more almost resting on your shoulder as he tried to get a good look at Gavin.

“What’s so funny?”

“You two look like you just go done fucking each other!”

Before you could answer someone smacked Gavin over the head and Hank appeared on screen. “Reed, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t hate me because I’m telling the truth! They’re both flushed, their hair looks a mess, and they are dishevelled and out of breath!” Gavin defended himself before waving at someone off-screen. “Nines, get over here and back me up!”

The other android’s face popped up on the screen and he eyed the two of you in slight amusement. “I must agree with Gavin that you two look very dishevelled.”

“Yeah, they look like we’ve interrupted them while they were getting nasty with each other, right?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you thought.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking, Gavin?”

“I can tell by the look on your face!”

“What look?”

While Gavin and Nines continued bickering, Hank snatched the phone from the detective and looked back at the two of you. Connor’s blush darkened at the questioning, almost chastising, look Hank was giving you two and you awkwardly cleared your throat as the older man began to speak.

“Con, don’t tell me that Reed is right.”

“He isn’t!” Connor quickly exclaimed, waving his arms around dismissively. “We didn’t sleep with each other, Hank. We were dancing along to music in the kitchen while we were baking and we got a bit carried away spinning each other around, I guess.”

“That’s disgustingly sweet, Connor.” Hank snorted at that and shook his head. “Why were you baking?”

“We were talking about the break-in at the Jeffersons and how the culprits just left. It made us think that something must have been off and we wanted to go check the place out ourselves, so I thought we could bake something as an excuse to get into their home.” You explained quickly, trying to act casual though your cheeks were still feeling rather flushed. “I mean, obviously I genuinely worry about the Jeffersons but baking something and asking them if they need any help also serves as a good excuse to get into their home.”

“Smart idea, Kid. You two should do that and then you can report back to us what you found.” Hank said and then smirked at Connor. “What song were you dancing along to?”

“Good Old Fashioned Loverboy.” Connor’s blush was now even spreading down his throat as Hank began to laugh some more and he quickly tried to change the subject. “You should probably get Gavin and Nines to stop before they fight.”

“Or fuck.”

Connor’s head snapped to you and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. “You’re just as bad as Gavin.”

“I guess that explains why we’re friends.” You smirked before looking past Hank at Gavin and Nines. “Hey, Gavin! You make fun of me and then you go and homo-erotically bicker with Nines?”

“You take that back!” Gavin snapped as he came back toward the phone, an accusatory finger pointing at you. “You’re just trying to distract everyone from what you and Connor have been up to!”

“We haven’t been up to anything!”

It was Nines who interrupted you two by placing a hand on Gavin’s shoulder and pulling him backwards. “We were bickering but we did overhear your plan and I think it’s quite a good idea. You two should get to it.”

“We will.” Connor nodded with a small smile. “We just need to bake the muffins.”

“Then let’s get to it.” You said and waved at everyone on screen. “See you later!”

Connor quickly inched closer again, head once more next to yours as he smiled at everyone. “Goodbye!”

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“You baked us muffins?”

You smiled at Janine, holding the basket you’d brought out to her and nodding. “We saw what happened last night and we wanted to offer our support. If there is anything we can do to help, let us know.”

“Whatever it is, we will help you.” Connor said, hand firmly planted on your back as he looked back at Adam and Janine. “We cannot even begin to imagine how terrifying it must have been to have your house broken into.”

“It was terrifying, yes.” Adam nodded, swallowing a little before nodding at you two. “Would you like to come inside and sit with us? we could make some coffee or tea and enjoy the muffins together.”

“We haven’t properly gotten to know each other.” Janine smiled and stepped to the side to let you inside. “And I know Ethan would love a muffin or two.”

With that, she led you inside and the four of you ended up sitting at their kitchen table, enjoying the muffins and some tea. Ethan had come and grabbed a muffin but then he’d gone off to draw in the living room, leaving you all alone to talk.

“How have you been doing? We’ve been so worried.”

Janine sighed deeply. “We’ve been handling this as well as you can imagine. But it’s so terrifying to have your home invaded like that. Every noise I hear I think we’re going to be attacked again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You said softly, reaching out to place a hand on Janine’s. “Did the police offer you any help?”

“They said they are already searching for the culprit but they haven’t found them, yet.” Adam piped up from next to Janine. “We know it was probably the same person that keeps attacking android-human couples and we know what they did to those poor couples. I don’t know why we’ve been spared.”

Connor leaned a little closer, his hand leaving your back as he looked at Adam. “Now that you say it, while I’m glad you weren’t harmed it is strange that they simply left. I’m no detective by any means but there has to be some sort of reason for that, right?”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking!” Adam nodded quickly, crossing his arms as he leaned back. “I’ve actually spoken to Rose and Steven about this, as well. They thought I should just count myself lucky that we got away unharmed but I just can’t. I keep asking myself why we were spared and if that means the culprit might come back.”

“You’ve spoken to the others about this?”

Janine nodded at your question. “We have. We spoke to the elderly couple that lives just across the street but they don’t want to talk about these murders. Then we tried to speak to Dave but Ashley’s health has been acting up lately so they’ve been too busy running back and forth to CyberLife to talk to us about it. And as Adam said, we’ve spoken to Rose and Steve but they aren’t really questioning things.”

“Just know that it’s not wrong to question these things or to be worried. Everyone deals with things like these differently.” You said softly, squeezing Janine’s hand. “If you want to share your worries and need a listening ear, you can always call me.”

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind.” Janine smiled and squeezed your hand back. “These muffins are really good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” You smiled before sitting up a little straighter. “By the way, could I use your bathroom?”

“Of course.” Janine stood up and moved to the doorway, pointing down the hall. “You’ll have to use the one upstairs, though. It’s up the stairs and then the first door on the right. The one downstairs has the broken window because the attacker left through it and the police have told us to not use it because they might need to come back to look for more clues.”

You thanked her and left, giving Connor a small nod before going into the hall to signal him that you were going to have a look around. In the hallway, you found nothing out of the ordinary but you knew that the culprit had fled through the broken bathroom window so before heading upstairs you slipped into the room. Once there, you looked around, scanning the area for any clues before moving on to the window. At first, you saw nothing and you were about to leave when your eyes fell on a tiny speck of blue blood. You quickly texted Connor to make up an excuse and come see you.

Back in the kitchen, Adam turned to Connor in question when his LED flickered yellow and he stood up. “What’s up?”

“My wife asked me to come to the bathroom and bring her purse.” Connor said and grabbed your purse, giving everyone a small smile. “I will be right back.”

“Of course, no need to hurry.” Adam smiled and took Janine’s hand. “We’ll just wait for you to come back.”

Connor smiled and left, quickly slipping into the bathroom before quietly closing the door behind himself. You turned to him and gave him a questioning look as you spotted your purse in his hands. He handed it to you with a small shrug.

“I told them you asked me to bring it to you. I figured that asking me to bring you something was the best excuse to make as to why I had to come.” He explained before nodding toward the broken window. “Did you find something?”

“Yes, I found a bit of blue blood. I thought you might want to analyse it. There’s a good chance it might just be Adam’s blood but perhaps it belongs to our culprit.”

Connor nodded at that and moved toward the window. “Brilliant as always.”

You watched as his nimble fingers swiped up the blood, as he stuck out his tongue to lick it off his skin and analyse it. His LED flickered yellow as he analysed the blood and a few seconds later he turned to look at you, eyes wide in shock.

“What did you find out?”

“It’s not Adam’s blood. Adam is a PJ500 model.”

“What model is the blood of?”

“It’s the blood of an AP700 model.”

“That means it must belong to the culprit.”

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Undercover Ch. 3 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: Two weeks after your arrival, you and Connor have successfully integrated yourselves into your neighbourhood. While you're still trying to gather information there is another break-in on your street. When you call back to the DPD to talk about it, your coworkers start to notice how close you and Connor have gotten.(Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 3/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245245#workskin Previous Chapter

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It took you and Connor almost two weeks to properly integrate into the neighbourhood but when Riley invited you two to her birthday party you knew that you had gained the trust of this tight-knit group. And it was a good thing because during countless chance meetings carefully planned by Connor and you, the two of you had caught fragments of conversations about the murders. Your new neighbours seemed to have more theories and potential people of interest than you’d originally thought.

During one of these meetings when you had waited for Rose to take the trash out so you could do the same and run into her, the two of you had eventually gotten to the topic of the murders. It was already dark when you two had met and started talking over the fence that separated your small garden from theirs to the right of your house. And due to the darkness outside you two had begun speaking of more frightening topics.

“Steve doesn’t like me going out in the dark anymore.” Rose eventually said after talking about what she’d heard about the police investigation on the news for a while. “He acts as though he’s not in just as much danger -- you know, being the other part of an android-human couple and all that.”

“I get what you mean. Connor told me to hurry back and I’m pretty sure he’s getting worried now that I’ve been outside, talking to you for almost ten minutes.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “But don’t you think it’s strange that four of the six murders took place on Fairfield Street? I mean it sort of suggests that they live here, right?”

“Or they just frequent this street. Maybe we should watch out for cars that drive by a suspicious amount of times.”

“That’s a smart idea.” You nodded, looking at the deserted street. “You’ve lived here longer than Connor and I. Do you have any idea who it might have been?”

Rose sighed softly and shook her head. “Not really. As we’ve said during that barbeque two weeks ago, we’ve had our suspicions but they’ve turned out to not be true.”

“So you have no idea? Not even an inkling?”

“Not really.” Rose said before giving you a small chuckle. “You know Steve and I even theorised who of our little friend group was most likely to be the killer if one of them had to be it.”

“Who was it?”

“Well, we thought Dave and Ashley being all suspicious and leaving their house late one night just for two dead bodies to turn up the next morning was a good lead but it turned out they just visited CyberLife for emergency repairs. Made us feel like total dicks for suspecting them.” Rose shrugged before smirking and nodding toward Riley and Stacy’s house across the street. “But I think if anyone was capable of overpowering an android and a human, it would be Riley. She works out several times a week. I’ve seen her carrying huge boxes full of books and appliances into their house when they moved in. She’s mad strong.”

That got a chuckle out of you, despite your small disappointment that you had yet again not found out anything. “She really is. She moved Ash and Dave’s heavy fancy grill all on her own when we were over.”

Rose laughed at that just as the backdoor to your house opened and Connor came out, eyes fixing on you and a relieved expression overtaking his face. You gave him a small smile and Rose waved at him as he came over, wrapping an arm around your waist to draw you close.

“You shouldn’t be outside in the dark all alone.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple and making your stomach flutter. “And I think Rose should head back inside, too. I’m sure Steven is just as worried as I was.”

“You’re probably right.” Rose nodded before smiling at Connor. “Steve and I are taking our dog to the dog’s playground at the park tomorrow in case you two want to tag along.”

“We’d love to.” Connor said, a small genuine smile spreading on his lips. “I love dogs.”

You had to smile at his excited look and the way he immediately asked Rose about their dog. The two of them talked for about two to three minutes until Steven called out to Rose and she bid you two goodnight. You did the same and Connor led you back inside. Once the door was closed you turned to him with a small smirk.

“Don’t tell me you were actually worried about me being outside on my own.”

“I was. Although I got you inside because Fowler called and sent us files with witness statements, I must admit that I was glad for the excuse to get you back inside.” Connor admitted, a faint blue hue appearing on his cheeks. “I care about you. Of course, I worry.”

You just smiled at those words and moved toward the sofa, picking up the laptop. “Are the files on here? What do they say?”

“I suggest you read them yourself but to summarise, a witness that was at the site where the bodies were found hours before we suspect the murder took place. She stated that she’d seen a suspicious-looking person, clad in all black with a hood pulled over their head. Now she didn’t get a description, other than that she suspected the person was a female according to their silhouette, but they said the suspect was an android.”

“How did she know?”

“She could see their LED in the dark.”

You nodded and opened the file on the laptop, scanning it and finding that what Connor had said was pretty much all that the witness had stated. But it was a lead and even though it was nothing conclusive, you two now knew to watch out for suspicious activities from androids.

“What do we do now?”

“We look around the park when we go there with Rose, Steven and their dog.” You suggested. “Maybe we can find something.”

“That is a good idea.” Connor said and sat down next to you. “Officers and detectives have investigated the place before but perhaps without police there we can watch out for potentially suspicious behaviour.”

You nodded and leaned back on the sofa, stretching your arms above your head. “Rose and I spoke about the murders and about her theories.”

Connor looked up at that and turned to you, supporting his head with his hand and propping his arm up behind your head to do so. “What did she say?”

“She said that the night one of the murders took place Ashley and Dave left their house at a suspiciously late hour. But she said they had simply gone to CyberLife to get emergency repairs done.” You explained, leaning closer as she told him the story. “But unfortunately she didn’t say when that was, so we cannot confirm with CyberLife.”

“We can try and get that information from Rose.” Connor suggested, eyes never leaving yours. “And if we can’t, we can surely just ask CyberLife if she had ever even gone in for emergency repairs before but it would be easier if we had a date since they have so many androids coming and going that it might be hard to remember.”

“Good idea.”

“Should we head to bed? You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been helping Matt and Caleb clean out their shed all day.” You nodded, leaning back away from Connor and for a split second, he followed your body before pulling back, as well. “You helped us, too. But androids can’t get exhausted, can they?”

“With the new updates I installed to give me a more human experience, I actually can. During work, I usually disable those programs but right now, I’m exhausted, too.” Connor admitted with a small chuckle. “Let’s head to bed.”

And within the next twenty minutes, you two were in bed. After a few more minutes of simply talking, sharing random thoughts and contemplating on whether or not it was wise to leave the window cracked open to get some fresh air, the two of you turned down for the night.

But about two to three hours later the two of you were awoken by the sound of police sirens. You shot up in your bed as Connor rose from stasis, immediately inquiring whether or not you were alright. The sirens stopped just a few houses away by the sound of it and you were out of bed before you could even properly take notice of the fact that Connor had an arm wrapped around your waist. He followed you to the window and you hugged yourself as you tried to make out where the cars were.

“It looks like they stopped by the Jefferson’s house.” You whispered, worry rising in you as you remembered the small family that lived just a few houses down the street. “I hope they are alright. Should we head outside?”

“Our neighbours are all going outside.” Connor said, placing his hand on the small over your back to support himself as he leaned over your shoulder to see. “We should head outside, as well. It would certainly help us blend in if we showed the same level of interest in what was happening. After all, we are playing the role of a married couple that has no knowledge of police proceedings. But you have to stay by my side in case of danger.”

“Connor, I can handle myself.”

“Please, just stay by my side.” Connor pleaded quietly, looking back at you. “The last thing I would want is for you to get hurt. Promise to stay by my side.”

“I promise.”

When you arrived outside, still only clad in your pyjamas and having thrown on the first pairs of shoes you could fine, you quickly met your neighbours. Matt and Caleb were huddled together while Rose and Steve waved you over. They looked frightened, clinging to each other and you quickly took Connor’s hand, reasoning that it was simply to blend in with the other couples when his grip tightening made your face heat up.

“What happened?”

“We have no clue.” Steve explained, looking back at the scene in front of them. “We came outside when we heard the police cars coming by. I’m really worried. The Jeffersons have a young son.”

“But it looks like they are all accounted for.” Matt breathed a sigh of relief. “There’s Adam and Janine with their son Ethan. They’re being questioned but they look unharmed.”

Connor nodded along to the other android’s words. “If they were injured the officers would have called an ambulance.”

Caleb looked up at that. “How do you know?”

“I’ve seen it on the television before.” Connor lied with a shrug. “I reckon that it’s the same way in real life.”

You leaned into his side, your other hand coming up to hold onto his arm. “Why are the officers coming over to us?”

“Maybe they want to know if we saw anything.”

When the officers were close enough you recognised them as Gavin and Tina. The two of them expertly pretended not to know you and Connor while you two did the same, greeting them politely. They asked you a few questions on whether or not you’d seen any suspicious activity before informing you that there had been a break-in at the Jeffersons' house but that no one had been injured. Janine and Ethan were humans and Adam was an android so it fit in with the previous attacks, except for the fact that no one had been harmed.

It made you wonder whether the family had stopped the culprit or they had decided against harming the family for their own reasons. Before you could think about it too much Gavin spoke up, giving you a polite smile.

“Thank you all for your cooperation. We will contact you if there is any need for more questions but for now, I suggest you all head back inside.”

“Do you think this could be linked to the murders?”

Gavin looked at Rose with an apologetic expression. “As of now we can’t say for certain but we will look into that possibility.”

“I see.” Rose nodded before looking back at Steve. “Should we head back inside?”

“We should.”

And with that, Gavin bid you all goodbye before heading back to Tina. After speaking to your neighbours for a few more minutes you headed back inside. Once the door was locked Connor turned to you, eyes wide as he gestured for the staircase.

“We need to head upstairs and call Gavin. We have to know if the Jeffersons saw the culprit and gave a description of them.”

You nodded in agreement and the two of you headed upstairs. Once there, you sat down on your bed and called up Gavin while Connor took the space next to you, leaning in closer to look at your phone screen. Gavin picked up immediately, his face popping up on the screen.

“Long time no see.” He joked before clearing his throat. “I assume you’re calling about the break-in on your street.”

“Yes.” Connor nodded, head right next to yours as he looked at Gavin. “Did any of the Jeffersons see the culprit and did they give a description?”

“They hardly saw the culprit.” Gavin sighed and shook his head. “Janine Jefferson saw the culprit but only for a split second and she told us that according to their frame and the LED on their temple we are dealing with a female android. She also said the culprit had long hair but she couldn’t make out the colour in the dark.”

“Did Janine see the android’s face?” You asked, leaning back a little and meeting Connor’s chest with your back. “A female android with long hair doesn’t really narrow it down.”

Gavin once more shook his head. “She said the android had obscured her face with the hood of the hoddie she was wearing.”

Connor sighed at the lack of information, his chin dropping onto your shoulder and you leaned your head against him, frustrated by how little the description narrowed down the search. You missed the curious look Gavin was giving you two at your casual display of affection but when he spoke up you turned back to the screen.

“But it appears that our culprit has an accomplice.”

“Really?” Connor’s head shot up and you hissed as it collided with yours, making him turn to you in worry. He placed his hands on either side of your face to turn your head and examine it. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. I was just not expecting you to move so suddenly.”

“I apologise.” Connor mumbled, thumb gently rubbing over the spot where the two of you had collided. “I’ll be more careful.”

You smiled at his caring gestures, completely oblivious to the knowing looks Gavin was sending you and how Tina was now also looking at his phone in interest, a smirk on her lips. When Connor deemed you uninjured he turned back the phone, smiling as he saw Tina.

“Good to see you, too, Tina.”

“You too, Con.” She said before nodding at Gavin. “But as Gavin said, there seems to be an accomplice. Adam Jefferson said that the culprit fled through their bathroom window and into the front yard but when he looked after her he saw a second figure at the edge of their property.”

Connor nodded along to those words. “So we’re looking for a female android and their accomplice. Do we know the accomplice’s gender?”

“We don’t.” Tina shook her head before sighing. “But we’ll get to it in time.”

“Then I suggest that Connor and I head back to bed.” You said and leaned back on your bed with a smile. “I wish you a safe rest of your shift.”

“Head back to bed?” Tina repeated and a smirk appeared on her lips. “So you and Connor share a bed? How scandalous.”

Connor chuckled at that. “Technically, we’re playing a married couple so there is really nothing scandalous about it.”

“It’s still giving me there was only one bed trope vibes.” Gavin joked, grinning at you. “I know you love that trope.”

“I wouldn’t let Connor sleep on the couch for the duration of his mission.” You joked and shook your head. “But we’ll hang up now. I’ll speak to you whenever I next can.”

“Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

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Undercover Ch 2. (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor meet your new neighbours but their reactions to your questions about the murders are as suspicious as you taking a liking to being so close to your best friend. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 2/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and a Murderer. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245137#workskin Previous Chapter

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“Neither of them spoke a word about the murders.”

Connor put the box he had been holding down, turning to you and nodding his head. “I’m glad I’m not the only one that seemed strange to. I mean, I understand that talk of murder is no way to greet new neighbours but everyone in Detroit has heard about it by now, so I was expecting them to adress it.”

“Me, too.” You sat down on the back of the sofa, looking at Connor before shrugging. “But maybe they just wanted to hype up the neighbourhood because people have been so frightening lately and sales here dropped in the last few weeks.”

“That’s true. I assume anyone moving here would be something to be grateful for.” Connor mused before picking the box back up. “Before we go to that dinner, I’d like to ask you what level of affection you’re comfortable with in public?”

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged as he began making his way to the staircase, you following close behind. “We are supposed to portray a newly married couple, so I’d say being affectionate with each other makes sense.”

Connor smiled and you briefly wondered why his face immediately lit up at your words but you decided to not question this any further as it was already a quarter to five and you didn’t want to be late.

When you told Connor about the time, he quickly hurried upstairs, put the box away in your new bedroom and went for one of the suitcases, pulling out a light blue sweater. His quickly taking off the dusted-up hoodie he’d been wearing for the move-in to change into something else made you realise how dirty your own shirt had gotten during the move. You quickly went for one of your suitcases and rummaged through it, pulling out a white short-sleeved blouse with blue floral details on it. Both you and Connor changed with your back toward each other and once you’d done so you turned back to each other and neither of you could keep your laughter in as you realised you’d accidentally matched your clothes.

“What a coincidence.” Connor said in amusement, eyes flicking down your body before focusing back on your face. “You look pretty in that colour, I must say.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks. “But to be fair I have yet to find someone that light blue doesn’t look good on.”

“Don’t downplay my compliment. You look really pretty.” Connor insisted before he gave you a small smirk. “And besides, I think light blue isn’t Gavin’s colour – at least if the shirt he wore to work last week was anything to go by.”

“That wasn’t light blue, Con. That was cyan.”

“Isn’t that the same?”

“Not at all.” You shook your head and pulled out your phone. “In fact, I’ve had this discussion with Tina before and we made a colour comparison picture. Let me show it to you.”

Connor held up a hand to stop you. “Any other time I’d love to listen to you talk but if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”

“You’re right.” You quickly put the phone away and grabbed a hairbrush from the dresser. “I’ll prove to you that I’m right about the cyan thing later. We can leave in a minute. Let me just brush my hair. It’s gotten a bit unkempt during all this box carrying.”

You did quick work doing your hair and Connor waited patiently until you were done. And then the two of you set out to meet your new neighbours. Connor locked the door and then turned to extend an arm to you which you took without even thinking about it – which was simply because you needed to portray a married couple for the case, you told yourself. He led you down the sidewalk and up to Ashley and Dave’s front door.

To your surprise, neither of them opened but in their place a young woman did so, smiling as she saw the two of you. “You must be the new neighbours. My name’s Rose and I live just across the street from here with my fiancé Steven.”

Connor quickly introduced the two of you by name before looking past Rose. “Are Dave and Ashley still busy preparing the meal? Shouldn’t the hosts open the door?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty busy and I’m over at their place so much that I practically live here.” Rose chuckled and then stepped to the side. “Please, come inside. I’ll tell Ash that you’re here. She’s in the kitchen. You can just go through to the back porch.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and grabbed onto Connor’s arm a little tighter, suddenly feeling a bit nervous because meeting these people meant properly starting your undercover mission and thankful for the security that holding onto him brought. “We’ll see you outside.”

Connor watched Rose leave before he looked back at you. “Are you alright? Your stress levels spiked for a second and you’re gripping my arm rather tightly.”

“Am I hurting you? I’m sorry.”

“It takes more than that to hurt me, rest assured. But I do worry about you. Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded before giving him a small reassuring smile though you knew Connor was too good at reading people’s expressions to believe you. So you lowered your voice, not wanting anyone to hear you. “Meeting these people means properly starting the mission and I feel nervous. It’s dumb, I know.”

“It’s not dumb. Don’t downplay your feelings.” Connor shook his head, giving you a stern look before whispering back to you. “You are an amazing detective, so I know you will do a good job with this mission, too. I trust you.”

You were about to answer when Ashley approached you from behind. “Why aren’t you two on the porch already? It’s such nice weather outside.”

Before you could even think of an excuse Connor spoke up. “Don’t worry about us. My lovely wife has always been nervous about meeting new people, so I’ve been trying to give her a little pep talk, so to speak.”

Ashley’s face fell and she gave you an empathetic look. “I get that. You might not believe me because I chatted you up the moment you arrived here but I’ve always tended to be a bit shy I can assure you that all of our neighbours are sweet and lovely people.”

“See, Love?” Connor smiled down at you. “They will love you.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, glad that Connor had come up with an excuse. “Shall we go outside?”

“Come on, guys.” Ashley waved you along as she went out onto her porch, the two of you following until you were all outside, watching the people sitting at the table look up at you. “Everyone meet our new neighbours!”

After some introductions, you and Connor sat beside each other as you made pleasant small talk with the other couples around. Ashley and Dave had invited three other couples in total. One of them was composed of Rose and her aforementioned fiancé Steven who was a domestic PL600 android. The next couple was a young man named Caleb and his husband, a GS200 security android named Matt. And the last couple was comprised of an ST300 receptionist android named Stacy and her fiancée Riley. They talked about their work, about how they had met, about when they had moved to Fairfield Street and as they began eating, they talked about the food, as well. None of them spoke a word about the murders. Just as you were about to try and casually bring the topic up, planning to feign interest as a newly arrived resident, one of them interrupted you.

“So tell me how you and Connor met.” Caleb said and looked at you with a smile on his face. “I heard you two recently got married. I bet your story cannot top the cute story of how Matt and I met.”

Matt next to him rolled his eyes affectionately and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s head. “Babe, not everything is a competition.”

“We both work at the university as you know. Right now due to the university being partially renovated, we teach online classes because of the room shortage resulting from that but back when I met Connor we both worked on campus.” You chuckled and shook your head, leaning into Connor next to you. “One day I was hurrying to class and as I rounded the corner, I collided with Connor. We both drop our things, along with a file I had on Medieval French Dynasties for a course I was giving.”

Connor chimed in at that. “We both started scrambling to get our things together so we could go on our way. While doing that I grabbed her file on Medieval French Dynasties and she grabbed mine on Artificial Intelligence. But I only realised when I started my class, opened my folder and found historical annals from the sixteenth century.”

A smile tore at your face as your new neighbours began laughing at the story and you quickly piped up to continue it. “And I was standing at my desk, looking at his AI coursework. So I excuse myself, telling my students there has been a mixup and I go to run out the door to find Connor. But as soon as I pull open the door Connor runs in and once more collides with me.”

“We fumble around, apologising and handing back each other’s things. And when we stopped for a second to look at each other one of my students shouts for Connor to ask me out so he can keep staring at me.”

“And I did.”

“And he did.”

“That’s really cute. It gives me romantic comedy vibes.” Riley chuckled and smiled at her fiancée. “We just met through a mutual friend.”

“That’s cute, too.” You argue, giving her a bright smile as Connor leaned over to press a kiss to your head and the setting sun reminded you once more of the murders. So you quickly came up with a plan to get the topic out into the open. “Well, the food was amazing and your salad was so good, Ashley. You have to give me the recipe for the sauce someday.”

“I will.” She said before frowning at you. “But you’re not planning on leaving so soon, are you? We just finished dinner.”

“It’s getting dark.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to leave. Why would you leave so soon?”

You nodded and grabbed onto Connor’s arm, feigning fear as he placed a hand on top of yours. “With all the murders that have been happening in the University District, I wouldn’t want to stay outside after dark.”

Connor caught onto your idea and quickly nodded his head. “We heard of another one happening just days ago on the radio as we drove here. I’m quite frankly scared.”

Everyone quieted down at the topic and you could tell they seemed just as frightened. You almost felt bad for bringing it up but you reminded yourself that you were actively helping solve the case. Caleb grabbed for Matt’s hand and Riley hugged her cardigan around her body, looking at her fiancée in fear. Rose and Steven seemed just as scared. Dave frowned at the conversational topic and Ashley’s face fell.

“Please, don’t bring that up.”

You frowned at Caleb’s words. “I’m sorry. It just scares me. We bought the house before the first murder and when they happened we hoped the police would solve them soon. We even waited a few more weeks to move out, hoping the culprit would be caught, but eventually, our landlord said we’d have to vacate the apartment.”

“I would have hoped so, too.” Rose sighed and shook her head. “I genuinely thought it had been that creepy reclusive Mister Jones who lives over on Oak Drive but apparently they questioned him and didn’t think he was a possible suspect.”

That was true as after the second murder Tina had taken Mister Jones in as some evidence had pointed toward him but he’d had a solid alibi and was quickly released again. At Rose’s words, Matt piped up, saying that Mister Jones couldn’t have been the suspect anyway since he was an older man and therefore not capable of overpowering both an android and a human.

Connor leaned forward in interest as the neighbours began speaking about their theories about the murder and you did the same. Their ideas ranged from a drug ring, over a robbery gone wrong to a crazed maniac collecting body parts. But none of these theories were in any way supported by the little evidence you had found during the prior weeks. It was Dave who stopped this whole conversation.

“Can we speak about something else? This whole murder talk freaks me out.” He said and shook his head. “We invited you all to have a nice barbeque, not to share your theories. And I must say that an alien abduction sounds a little far-fetched, Steven.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling him!” Rose exclaimed with a small laugh. “But Stevie loves his alien conspiracy theories.”

And with that, the topic changed to alien conspiracies. You and Connor sat back and listened to them in the hopes that they’d circle back to the murders eventually but you had no such luck. So you contended yourself with simply listening to your new neighbours while Connor had begun to absentmindedly play with your hair. His nimble fingers twirled your hair around and massaged your scalp. And you had to admit how nice it felt to have Connor play with your hair. However when you started to question why you were enjoying this so much you reasoned that it would have felt nice no matter who was doing it.

“Are you tired, Love?” Connor whispered to you and when you looked up he chuckled softly. “It was a hard day and you can barely keep your eyes open anymore. I think we should really head home.”

“I hope to see you around some more.” Stacy smiled and looked back at you. “It was nice getting to know you two.”

“You and Riley live across the street from them. You’ll surely see each other again.” Matt said in amusement. “But I wish you guys a safe and good night.”

“We wish you all the same.” You said as you stood up, taking Connor’s hand and intertwining your fingers. “Thank you again for the invitation and your hospitality.”

“No need to thank us.” Ashley smiled and braced herself on the arms of her chair to get up. “Let me see you out.”

She moved to stand up but Dave quickly placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her down. “You stay here, Pumpkin. I’ll see them out.”

“Thank you, Honey.”

With that, Dave led you to the front door and you said your goodbyes. Within the next five minutes, you and Connor were home and as soon as you entered the house, he turned to look at you in excitement.

“That was a great plan on how to get them to talk about it. You are brilliant.”

“But it dissolved into alien conspiracies.” You groaned in frustration, shaking your head. “We have to try again.”

“Did you see how Ashley and Dave reacted to you bringing it up? They seemed irritated and upset rather than afraid.”

“They really didn’t like us talking about it. But that’s not a solid lead, is it? We shouldn’t report that back to Fowler.”

“No, we shouldn’t. Not until we have a more solid lead. They might have other reasons for reacting so irritated. We need to find out why and see if they have any more information.”

“The next time we see them we will try to get information from them again.”

“For now we should turn in for the night. You can get ready and I will lock up the place.”

The two of you turned to leave in opposite directions before realising that you were still holding hands. Your face heated up at that realisation and you withdrew your hand, apologising to Connor before you saw the faint dust of blue on his cheeks. Before you could think about it any further Connor gave an awkward laugh and excused himself to check on the front door. And you took that as an invitation to head to the bathroom.

While you got ready for the night, brushing your teeth, washing your face and changing into your pyjamas, you contemplated the strange feelings you’d been feeling. You had never felt anything but platonic affection for Connor but you had to admit that playing his wife, holding his hand and generally being so close to him felt nice. But you quickly stifled those thoughts. This was a mission to catch a murderer and you wouldn’t let any new feelings distract you from it. Once the Slayer was caught you’d have ample time to think about these feelings.

When you exited the bathroom you found the downstairs area vacated and therefore set out to get upstairs. Connor was already sitting on the bed, dressed in pyjama pants and a shirt, the bedside lamps bathing him in soft light and a small smile on his face. He looked so domestic that it made it impossible for you not to smile.

“Are you still alright with me sharing the bed with you?”

“Of course.” You smiled and got into the bed next to him, leaning over to flick your bedside lamp off. “Did you check the doors?”

“I did.” Connor promised as he lay down next to you, giving you a small smirk. “Then I wish you a good night, my wife.”

You chuckled at his joke. “Good night, my husband.”

And then he turned the light off, dozing the two of you in darkness. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep next to each other as you’d done so before for various reasons. Connor turned to his side, watching the back of your sleeping form for a few minutes, examining the way your shoulders rose and fell with your soft breath, the way you minutely moved in your sleep, not yet having fallen into a deep sleep and he found himself reaching out for you. His fingers traced your shoulder gently as he contemplated why he’d been so eager to play your husband in this undercover mission. But when you turned onto your back he quickly withdrew his hand and closed his eyes, entering stasis.

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Undercover Ch. 1 (Connor RK800 x Reader)

Summary: After a series of murders targeting couples composed of an android and a human start happening in the University District of Detroit, it is decided that you and Connor will go undercover as a married couple to scout out the place and find a lead on the culprit. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 1/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and a Murderer. Detective Reader. Reader has a last name that is mentioned once. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245045

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“I cannot believe I wasn’t invited to the wedding.”

Gavin’s comment made laughter erupt across the small conference room you had all been gathered in so Captain Fowler could tell the task force you were part of about the new plan to catch the University Slayer. An unknown individual was terrorising the University District of Detroit, targeting couples comprised of humans and androids, stealing vital bio components and murdering everyone who got in their way. But after weeks of hard work without any suspects or leads found, Fowler had called you and Connor into his office to suggest that the two of you go undercover as such a couple to find new leads.

Everyone at the precinct knew that the two of you were a good call for playing a married couple since you had been best friends ever since Connor had come back to the force after the revolution. The two of you worked a lot of cases together and when you weren’t, you were still around each other whenever you could to the point that you were even a frequent guest at Hank’s house. Everyone knew you and Connor were best friends, sharing many interests and a lot of chemistry.

“At least you got to witness the proposal.”

Gavin turned to Tina, frowning at her comment. “What?”

“Don’t you remember when she made Connor a paper ring from a blue little notepad paper a few months ago?” Tina chuckled, giving Gavin a grin. “Remember how Connor wore it for the rest of the day?”

“As disgustingly sweet as I thought that was, I should have been invited.” Gavin proclaimed in a jokingly over-dramatic manner, looking at you. “If anything I should have been your maid of honour because I’m your best friend.”

“That would make me rethink my life if I were you.” Connor shot back, flashing Gavin the wedding band he had been given for the case. “I married your best friend and you weren’t invited to the wedding.”

“Don’t complain, Reed.” Hank joked, giving Gavin a smirk. “I am basically Connor’s dad and he didn’t invite me either.”

“But they did invite Captain Fowler, apparently.”

“Can we focus back on the task at hand?” Fowler asked, motioning with his hands for everyone to pay attention to him. “As I was saying, Detective Melville and Anderson will be staying in a house on Fairfield Street where the first murder took place. They will be accommodated with whatever they need and will keep in close contact with us.”

Nines nodded at those words, speaking up now. “And Connor and I are still able to communicate via our wireless communication systems should there be an emergency.”

“I predict that we should have a suspect within the next four to five weeks.” Fowler said and then looked around. “The two will be able to use their first names but will both share the surname ‘Wright’. Detective Melville and Detective Anderson will act as lectors at the nearby university. That will allow them to stay around Fairfield Street where we suspect the culprit is located. Any more questions?”

Gavin raised a hand. “Yes, I have a question.”

“If it is about the wedding again, I’m throwing my water bottle at you.” You threatened jokingly, raising the plastic bottle in your hand. “Be warned.”

“Maybe he’s wondering why he and Nines weren’t chosen to play house for a few weeks.” Tina teased Gavin, grinning as he turned to glare at her. “I’m sure he would have loved that opportunity.”

Hank rolled his eyes at that. “Stop making me think about one of my android sons hooking up with Reed of all people.”

Gavin gave an offended gasp at that. “But hooking up with Melville is preferable to that?”

“Why so offended?” Tina chuckled, her grin growing by the second. “Would you like Hank to like the idea of you dating his son?”

“Shut it, Chen!”

“If you must know. The thought of Connor dating her is more appealing to me because she doesn’t annoy me any chance she gets.”

Nines spoke up at that, raising his hands to get everyone’s attention. “I think we all should circle back to the fact that Gavin never got to ask his question. Gavin, what was your question?”

“I’m just wondering whether or not someone else other than me thinks this sounds like the cheesy plot to a romance novel or movie?”

“Gavin, you know Connor and I are just friends.” You said with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head. “Right, Con?”

“Right, I’m sorry to ruin whatever romantic comedy you hope you’ll witness here but we are just friends.” Connor agreed, amusement clear in his voice. “It won’t be like those cheap airport romance novels you read, I’m afraid.”

“I do not read those!”

“Sure you don’t, Mister ‘To Tame a Nordic Warrior’.”

Tina burst out in laughter at your comment and you had to dodge the empty soda can that was launched at your head by Gavin. It was Connor who pulled you down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and physically removing you from the path of the can. Hank joined in on Tina’s laughter and you began to apologise to Gavin as he glared at you, flipping you off.

“My neighbour left it at my place after he crashed there when his heating broke. I read it after I got shot and had to take medical leave last year. It was a terrible book.”

You chuckled at that, giving Gavin a grin. “You know it’s just friendly teasing. It’s what friends do.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “We tease each other all the time. In fact, I teased her just last night.”

“You must know how that sounded just there!”

Connor turned to Hank in confusion, his LED circling yellow for a few seconds before it turned red and he quickly shook his head. “That is not what I meant! We did not engage in any sexual activities, I assure you!”

“I think we’re done here.” Captain Fowler announced, cutting Connor’s stumbled explanation short. “Be here tomorrow at eight in the morning. Understood?”

“Understood.”

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The next morning found you and Connor in a pickup truck that you had been given by Fowler to drive yourselves to Fairfield Street. After two more hours of briefing you two with your new identities, you were sent out. You and Connor would be arriving within the next five minutes according to his predictions and you would do so with your truck loaded with boxes and suitcases, ready to move into the already furnished house. And after settling in, your first order of business would be to scout out the place the following few days. When you reached out to turn the radio up, Connor turned to you.

“Do you have any more questions about our backstories? I have all the documents Captain Fowler sent us to study in my database.”

“Thank you but I think I got everything.” You smiled, keeping your eyes on the road as you pulled into Fairfield Street. “But if I have any questions, I will ask you.”

“I have thought about our sleeping arrangement and since I can enter stasis even in a standing position I suggest you take the bed and I will simply stay on the sofa.”

“What?” You turned to Connor for a split second before shaking your head and then looking back into the street. “Don’t be ridiculous, Con. You can’t spend weeks, maybe even a month or two entering stasis on the sofa. I really don’t mind sharing the bed with you. You’re my best friend after all.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed with you, either. But only if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It won’t and besides, if anyone were to find out we’re not sharing a bed they might question our authenticity as a couple.”

“That is true.” Connor then chuckled. “And I do intend to be a good husband so you won’t have to send me to sleep on the sofa.”

His joke made you laugh, eliciting a smile from Connor as he watched you. But you quickly got drawn back to your surroundings when he told you that the house coming up on the right was the one you two would be staying at. You quickly pulled into the driveway of the small two-story house. It was a beautiful little house with a gabled roof, a small porch and a dark wooden façade. As soon as you had shut off the truck, Connor was out and walking around to the driver’s side to open your door for you.

Smiling you got out and closed it behind you, leaning up to peck his cheek, using the small kiss to slip into your role. While you had embraced Connor many times before you had never kissed him, not even on the cheek and it was a strangely nice sensation to feel his synthetic skin under your lips, warm and flushing at the contact. Connor was obviously not used to this, either.

A smile spread on Connor’s face and he placed a hand on your shoulder, looking at the house. “It’s really lovely, isn’t it?”

“It really is.” You nodded along, turning to smile at Connor. “Should we head inside? We have a lot of luggage to get in.”

You two were just about to get to the back of the truck when you saw two people walk up the driveway. It was a young man in his late twenties and a female AP700 android who had not removed her LED, either. They approached you and the android gave a bright smile as she laid eyes on Connor.

“Our new neighbour is another android, how lovely.” She smiled and waved at you. “We live just next door and we saw you two arrive. There’s been talk about new neighbours moving here and I’m so happy to see that it is another android-human couple like me and my lovely husband.”

The man next to her smiled a that. “I’m the husband in question. My name is Dave.”

“My name is Ashley but please do call me Ash.” His partner said. “And may I ask for who you two are?”

You and Connor introduced yourselves, stating that you had just gotten married recently and how you two had bought the house mere weeks ago, wanting to move to a quiet neighbourhood. Ashley watched with a smile, grabbing Dave’s arm along the way and leaning heavily into him. When you had finished your little introduction about who you and Connor were, Dave spoke up.

“We would offer our help unloading the boxes but unfortunately we have quite a lot to do since we’re expecting visitors for a barbeque tonight.”

“You should come!” Ashley smiled and looked over at Dave. “They should join us, so we can get to know them better and they can meet the other neighbours we invited over, right?”

“That’s a lovely idea, Honey.” Dave nodded at his wife’s words before turning back to you and Connor. “Do you feel up to it? I know a move can be exhausting but if you come over you at least won’t have to cook. We’re meeting up at around five. Does that sound good to you?”

You smiled and took Connor’s hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you nodded. “That sounds like a lovely idea, don’t you think so, Sweetheart?”

“Absolutely, Love.” Connor nodded and turned his head to press a kiss to your hair, making heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m so glad everyone here is being so welcoming.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m sure you will love it here.” Ashley said with a bright smile. “This is a lovely neighbourhood. You’ll feel right at home in no time.”

“I’m sure we will.”

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