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a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3
anon requested :Â hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You donât have to do it if you donât wanna! :)
please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think youâre on the spectrum, talk to them. <3
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temperature irregulation â„ïž
hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldnât allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.
it was often youâd come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun â the academy, however, you could live without. youâd learned to dress warm when visiting hankâs house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.
âhere,â a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. âbetter?â
you nod with a hum, âthanks, detective.â
hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. âanyways, as i was sayingââ
[interrupted] routine â„ïž
every day at 12:10 pm, youâd wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didnât mean to memorize your specific regimen â but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.
you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if itâd emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands â your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.
connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the humanâs mouth went ignored â connor only watched as you cowered away from gavinâs angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.
you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.
stimming with pressure â„ïž
hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connorâs eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, â[name]âs been here a while, sâall. wonât leave my bathtub.â
a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.
your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, âhello, detective.â
âyou can call me connor, if youâd like.â the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him â his thirium pump stutters in his chest. âanything i can do to help?â
taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. âmaybe. if you donât think itâs weird.â
connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hankâs bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until youâve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, âwell?â
âit is a little... strange.â connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you â to put their full weight on you â heâs concered. âi will crush you.â
you roll your eyes, âi have a weighted blanket at home ; itâs no different.â
âi weigh quite a bit more thanââ
âare you going to lay on me or not, connor?â
maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate â he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.
you fell asleep that way â with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.
sensory overload â„ïž
the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyoneâs attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.
connor turns his head to you, âeverything alright?â
your gaze hasnât left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. âiâll be fine. this is what i signed up for.â
youâre barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you canât see hank ; canât hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.
the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. âclose your eyes and iâll lead you into the house. thatâs where the lieutenant is.â
trusting connorâs words â a little too easily â you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.
letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. âthanks, connor.â
he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. âno problem, [name].âÂ
verbal shutdown â„ïž
it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chairâs wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadnât shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.
the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hankâs password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up â you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.
you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.
none of them work.
when connor finds you, youâre drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. youâve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, â[name]? hank has returned. heâs asking to see you.â
you donât move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards â your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. âwant to use these?â
a miniscule nod, but itâs enough to make him smile. âalright,â he flicks through the blue cards â feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. âany of these describe how youâre feeling?â
a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set â solutions. âwhat do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...â connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod â except you donât. pausing, connor speaks up again, âwant me to leave?â
you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until youâre holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, âthis is okay, too. let me know when youâre ready to leave.â
emotional regulation ft. lots of crying â„ïž
âconnor,â your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. âiâm going to cry.â
that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly â connorâs led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.
you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie youâre wearing. connor frowns, âbetter?â
you nod, âneeded that. thank you.â
âwant to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.â
connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions.Â
âno more chocolate in the snack cabinet.â
âhad a nice dream.â
âhank is wearing yellow.â
âitâs such a pretty day today!â
âtoo much noise.â
âgavin cut his hair.â
you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. ânot too sure this time. jusâ felt like i needed to cry.â
connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. âiâm glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. iâll be here if you need another cry.â
you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. âi know. thanks, con.â
the detective was sure heâd implode because of you soon. just not yet â not when youâre still holding his hand.
âââ„ïžââ for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.
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Hi:) can I request a dbh connor x reader fluff? It can be anything you are comfortable with, I only carve for a cute, , nervous, blushing Connor :â)
Hi! Thank you for your request :) I apologize for this late publish, i was taking a quite long break but i still hope youâll be happy to read this and enjoy it, i had much fun to write this cute imagine btw!
Blushing mess || Connor x gender neutral reader
Warnings: slight cursing but just fluff
(remind me if I missed any)
- Detroit become human masterlist link -
Y/Nâs pov:
I was awoken from my sleep, by my annoying alarm, as i rolled onto my other side, reaching out my arm and lazily turning it off, letting out a groan of frustration. Another day of work was waiting for me and i was already not having it. So much shit has been going on lately and it seems like everyone is expecting way too much from me.
Iâm surprised Hank is pretty understanding when it comes to my situation, usually heâs a big jerk but we built a good and steady friendship, which lead us to being great work buddies if iâm being honest. He can still be a pain in the ass sometimes.
I sat up on my bed, my mind wandering off to think of one special person. Well, heâs not a person, Connor is more likely a machine, one of the androids to be exact. He has been assigned to work with Hank but they donât get along very well, iâm full of hope itâll change any time soon though.
I felt a smile forming to my face, just thinking about him. Connor is probably one of the main reasons i still enjoy work, donât get me wrong i actually learned to like my job, he just makes it a lot better. I couldnât help but feel interested in him, heâs not just good looking but i started a liking in his personality too.
I reached a different type of motivation for this day and decided to get ready and have some breakfast. I didnât notice how fast time was moving forward, so thatâs when i rushed out of the house and grabbed some coffee on the way to my working place.
Arriving at the police department central station, i got out of my car, reaching the entrance. I walked in and took a sip of my still warm drink. I greeted my coworkers as friendly as i could be and finally took my seat across from Hank.
âMorning Y/Nâ, he spoke, gazing up at me from his computer. âGood morning Hank.â, i replied in a somewhat really nice tone, noticing he wasnât in such a bad mood today. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.
âOh good morning Y/N. Itâs nice to see you again.â, i heard a familiar voice saying, seeing Connor back at Hanks side. âGood morning to you too Connor. It looks like youâre being positive, huh?â, i said, my eyes never leaving him. Iâm not quite sure but i could bet i just heard Hank letting out a scoff.
âIf Lieutenant Anderson hasnât told you yet, we got some news for one of the deviants, it seems like he has been spottet somewhere and weâre about to investigate the location. I did a good job myself.â, Connor explained and earned an unamused glance from Hank, who wasnât too happy about Connorâs own praise.
âWell, sounds great! You guys should inspect and move forward then. I probably got lots of work to finish here.â, i said, expressing the last sentence in a bored tone. âActually, we want you to come with us on the mission today.â, Connor replied, trying to hide the fact, that his lips formed into a small smile.
âYea. More like you. It was your idea Connor.â, Hank stated, letting out a huff. He was obviously exposing him there. âWhat? Uh, maybe i just donât mind some help.â, he defended himself, blocking off any accusations, even though his face was slightly flushed. Androids could in fact blush, theyâre designed so much like humans, itâs crazy.
And I myself couldnât help but grin at the situation in front of me. âItâs alright guys, iâm glad to come with you. I rather be out from this place anyways.â, i stood up, waiting for them both to return the act, so we could go.
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On the ride to the spot, it was mostly quiet. Connor was the only one who began to talk a lot, explaining everything about the deviant he found out and it was honestly interesting, but i could see from the passenger seat that Hank was annoyed by hearing all of this again.
it didnât take too long though and Hank finally parked the car. I took a look out of the window, seeing an old house, the color was already coming off and it seems like the people living there didnât care much about it.
After my small inspection, i opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Hank was on his way to the front porch, as i heard another door close behind me. I turned my head, to find Connor right next to me. Was he waiting for me the whole time or why was he still sitting in there?
âThe deviant is supposed to hide here. I just know an old couple is living there.â, he spoke up still looking forward, his gaze fixed on the house, before he decided to lock eyes with me. I almost forgot how beautiful they looked.
âWell, makes sense then, that no one took care of it.â, i responded, quickly turning my attention back to Hank, where i was about to walk off to anyway, but i was stopped when i felt a hand gently wrapped around my underarm. âI should mention, Y/N. You look very pretty today.â, Connor nervously smiled at me. I wasnât even able to respond, cause he was gone in a second.
I donât think i wouldâve ever expected this. He couldnât even keep the eye contact, was he that nervous? Little did i know, he was practicing how he was going to confront me about it the whole car ride. I like this side of him though.
I was so stuck in my mind, i didnât even notice anything around me, till- âY/N! Are you coming now!â, Hank screamed me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, realizing theyâre both waiting for me. I jogged up to them, my eyes landing on Connor who was grinning from ear to ear.
âYou need to-â, âPay attention, yea yea. I literally just zoned out for a second, itâs not that deep Hank.â, i interrupted his sentence, cause i already knew what he was going to try to lecture me about again. He only sighed at me in response, as i slid past him to enter the house.
âAnd now? Where is everyone?â, i asked in confusion, us three standing in a completely empty, old fashioned furnished house. âYea, if you wouldâve paid attention earlier, you wouldâve known by now.â, Hank responded in his usual sassy voice. âOh come on Hank, just inform me, instead of going on with ur childish gamesâ
âNobody responded to our knocks, Y/N. They didnât open the door, so Hank kicked it in.â, Connor replied instead, a soft expression on his face. I gave Hank a weirded out look, as he shrugged his shoulders. Who cares if he was even allowed to do any of this, i just quickly wanna get this over with.
âOkay, you know what? I will search everything down here. You two, go upstairs.â, Hank commands, already walking away from this scene. I spun around, taking a look at Connor, who watched Hank closely with narrowed eyes.
âLetâs get going, Connor.â, i said, preceding to get up the staircase. He followed shortly behind, as his voice could be heard really close to me. âHank is pretty hotheaded. Heâs somehow always mad at everyone.â, âHe got a very short tempter. Itâs like heâs always mad at the world.â, i replied.
Connor nodded his head, before i decided to enter one of the rooms. My hand had a tight grip on my gun, that my belt was holding, but it wasnât needed, the room was just as empty as the rest of the house.
Connor scanned the entire room as he suddenly crouched down, reaching out his arm. I watched as his fingers touched the blue liquid on the floor as he took a taste of it. Iâm used to him doing this but i still scrunch up my face every time. âThe androids blood is still fresh, he mustâve been here just a few minutes ago.â, he said.
My eyes were wide, interested in what he had to say. âAnd maybe he saw the cop car and us approaching the house. He probably fled cause he was too afraid to face the situation.â, Connor added to it as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.
âWell, wouldnât you do the same.â, i said with a slight smirk on my face, to which he was taken back. A nervous expression was painted all over his face once again, making my smile just grow wider. âI guess youâre right, Y/N.â, he replied, in a soft voice.
He had such a warm and welcoming look on his face as his eyes were fixed on me. You could say i was melting right on spot, trying not to show it too much. I could see his led on his face turning yellow for a moment, meaning he was just scanning me.
He quickly looked away though, now staring at the ground, which gave me the opportunity to silently watch him. He hasnât said anything about what he has found out. Was I showing signs of anxiety? Most definitely.
âWhatâs wrong Connor? Are you nervous?â, i boldly asked, making him raise his head. âNervous? Oh i was just-â, âYou donât have to lie to me, Connor.â, i chuckled, taking a step closer to him.
His cheeks were flushed and i could swear my heart was racing at this point. Iâve never had a guy being this cute, i also never had something going on with an android, nor have i ever felt anything for one. But with Connor itâs different.
And i wasnât the only one who was all up in my mind, Connor seemed like his thoughts were overflowing. I may regret this forever now or my future me will be thankful i did this, when i decided to reach for his hand. My fingertips touched his skin as i grabbed his soft hand, my thumb slowly moving over the back of it.
His face was only turning into a deeper red tone and i wasnât even able to read it. His eyes turned even softer if thatâs possible and they were staring right into mine. My knees felt weak, but at least they could still hold my weight, right?
Connor on the other hand looked like he didnât know what to do at all. I was in charge of the situation, which i myself couldnât believe with a man like him. But itâs not like i didnât enjoy any of this. Instead i moved closer to his body, till i could feel his breath, till our lips were only a few inches apart.
Soon to be, there was no space between us left anymore. Our lips finally touched and i was taken by surprise of how good his lips felt on mine. Connorâs lips moved smoothly against my own, my hand moving to the back of his head. I gently took a hold of his wrist, guiding his hand to my waist, placing it right there.
I didnât know that androids could have such soft lips, due to my lack of experience with them. Connor probably hasnât had any of them yet, but heâs even cuter this way. I never wouldâve thought, that i would make the first move.
The kiss lasted for a good while, but someone just had to ruin it. âHey guys, have you found-â, Hank rushed into the room, cutting off his own sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. We broke apart real fast as i spun my head around, facing the disappointed Hank.
âHank we can explain-â, Connor tried to talk, but was now the one to be cut off. âReally?â, Hank said all bored, shaking his head. I could hear out the sarcasm though, he wasnât mad at us for doing this. âAnd i thought this would never happen.â, he continued. Right, he was just mad it didnât happen any sooner.
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DETROIT BECOME HUMAN AO3 SERIESES
EVERYTHING FOR DETROIT BECOME HUMAN
ANDROIDS
Connor RK800
Kara AX400
Markus RK200
Ralph WR600
Simon PL600
Jerry EM400
Daniel PL600
Josh PJ500
North WR400
Rupert Travis WB200
HUMANS
Hank Anderson
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connor dbh x reader whoâs an insomniac?? (i put a lot of myself into asks el oh el)
Itâs fine Iâm sure most people dođ anyways I think that-
When it comes to bed time Connor has a whole routine set out of you to better your chances of sleep. He makes sure youâre well fed and hydrated, your skin care routine is done and that youâre in your comfiest attire! Heâll put on white noise (or whatever color works best for you) and will have a diffuser going with lavender scent to help as well. He makes sure the temperature is ideal for you and then lays down next to you, holding you close to him as he affectionately caressed you. If after about an hour and a half youâre still awake then heâll ask what it is you want to do. If you want to get up and do something then heâs fine with that but if youâd rather stay and bed and just talk heâs fine with that too. Asking you about your day or telling you a funny story from work. Heâll talk with you until morning or until you fall asleep. Heâs sad that you donât get an optimal amount of rest every night but he knows you canât help it. So heâll keep you company for as long as you need. Thankfully as an android he can stay up all week for you.
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The Yearbook Series - Sleeping At Last Writing Challenge
This is the masterlist for a writing challenge dedicated to the "Yearbook" project created by Sleeping at Last.
Each story will go with one month. Each month has a dedicated EP with three songs. Each song will get its own part of the story.
So, to put it simply, each story will have three parts.
I hope you enjoy this writing challenge.
[Note: parts are listed in chronological order of my stories, which may not be the same as how they appear on the original EPs]
January [Will Graham X Reader]
Wires [Release Date: 2/20/2023]
Catch Our Breath and Let Go Summary: (Y/n) and Will have worked together for a long time now. As time goes on, the pair seemingly dance around each other. When the people stuck working with them get tired of watch it, Will and (Y/n) find themselves forced to confront how they feel.
January White [Release Date: 2/22/2023]
If Nothing Else, We're Given a Little Time to Change the Heart in Which We Change Our Minds Summary: The year has come and gone. It's meant to be a season of new beginnings and letting the past lie. The question is whether Will and (Y/n) can hold that lesson to heart and move on from each of their mistakes.
The Ash Is in Our Clothes [Release Date: 2/24/2023]
The Ash Is in Our Clothes Summary: Will wasn't one to credit fate for what has happened in his life. However, (Y/n) may have been the exception to that rule. If only the universe wasn't just as cruel as it was kind.
February [Dean Winchester X Reader]
Land or Sea [Release Date: 3/2/2023]
Our Process Implies Our Progress Summary: Hunting was sometimes a painful reminder that no day was promised to you. When (Y/n) is given that harsh reminder, Dean takes it upon himself to help them as much as possible.
Learning Curve [Release Date: 3/4/2023]
No Learning Curve Could Ever Bend Us Too Far Out of Shape Summary: It wasn't rare for a dream to be more tempting than reality. But sometimes- just sometimes- reality can come through and put that dream to shame.
Dear True Love [Release Date: 3/6/2023]
What Little That I Have to Give, I Will Give It All to You Summary: After years of avoiding and expecting the worst from the world, Dean finally feels like he's won.
March [Twelfth Doctor X Reader]
Pacific [Release Date: 4/5/2023]
Pacific Summary: The Doctor saves a kingdom from falling apart. The soon-to-be-ruler finds themself intrigued with the man who to literally fall from the sky. That man offers (Y/n) a chance to see so much more than the world that they know for most of their life.
Outlines [Release Date: 4/7/2023]
I'm Crossing My Fingers for Something to Hold Summary: Traveling with the Doctor offers (Y/n) more of a purpose than they have ever known before. Not that the doctor would ever believe that.
Birthright [Release Date: 4/9/2023]
But All Impossible Odds Foreshadow Our Means Summary: (Y/n) returns home to find their army on the verge of war. They're ready to fight for the people that they care for. The Doctor understands that but all he wants is to keep them from making the same mistake that he did.
April [Jay Halstead X Reader]
Intermission [Release Date: 5/3/2023]
I'm Here, Somewhere Between Victory and a White Flag Summary: (Y/n) jumped around from place to place for a long time. They never thought that they'd find a place that felt right. After finding out about these thoughts, Jay does what he can to make 21st District feel like home.
Tethered [Release Date: 5/5/2023]
You'll Be the Oxygen I Need Summary: After a case takes a bad turn, Jay is taken hostage by the very person that the team had been chasing. The peace of getting him back only lasts for a few hours before the aftereffects start to rear their ugly head.
In the Meantime [Release Date: 5/7/2023]
Maybe There's No Answer Here, At Least One We're Ready to Hear Summary: Jay and (Y/n) planned for forever. However, no one can plan for everything. Now, Jay begs for one night of normalcy before everything falls apart.
May [Dick Grayson X Reader]
Segue [Release Date: 5/14/2023]
Segue Summary: Dick never planned to fall for someone. However, when a new vigilante shows up in Gotham, he finds his attention torn from his work. And he can't find it in himself to feel upset about that.
Pacific Blues [Release Date: 5/16/2023]
Imagine How Brave I'd Be, If I Knew I'd Be Safe Summary: Dick's life has been marked by loss. (Y/n) understands that. Still, they want to try to be with him, no matter the risks.
Silhouettes [Release Date: 5/18/2023]
When It Surfaces, Just Hold Your Breath and Swim Summary: (Y/n) never expected Dick to come back to Gotham. When he does, they wanted to forget all that had happened between them. However, after Dick gets into a fight with Bruce, (Y/n) finds themself remembering the things that led him to run away in the first place.
June [Kaz Brekker X Reader]
Hourglass [Release Date: 7/3/2023]
How Did We Get So Good at Dismantling These Hearts? Summary: Kaz gets word of a new job for the Crows. On the surface, it appeared to be nothing other than a normal job. However, when he tells the crew, (Y/n) has a reaction that immediately catches his attention. He just needs to find out why.
Atlantic [Release Date: 7/5/2023]
Atlantic Summary: Kaz goes to (Y/n) for help in preparing for the upcoming heist, much to (Y/n)'s confusion. Luckily, all is made clear soon enough.
The Sea of Atlas [Release Date: 7/7/2023]
Such Careful Words That We Can Barely Speak Out Loud Summary: The Crows return from their latest job. With Kaz back in Ketterdam, (Y/n) sees no better time for them to discuss what had happened before he left.
July [Arthur Shelby X Child!Reader]
Aperture [Release Date: 7/24/2023]
I Know that I've Asked it Before but Please Let the Scale Tip Here in My Favor Summary: Arthur finds a kid hiding in the shadows of an alley. He never thought that a single act of kindness could lead to anything bigger than that. And yet, he finds himself hoping that he doesn't screw everything up in the long run.
Hit or Miss [Release Date: 7/26/2023]
Only Time Will Tell On Which Pedestal We Were Meant to Stand Summary: Polly talks some sense into Arthur after his behavior becomes out of control and he ends up pushing away the one person that seemed to care for him no matter what.
Wilderness [Release Date: 7/28/2023]
Be Your Best for Her Summary: Arthur faces the reality of (Y/n) growing up... and he despises it.
August [Karen Sirko X Reader]
Page 28 [Release Date: 8/11/2023]
I Guess I'm Trusting That There's Such a Thing as Elegance in Dissonance Summary: An old friend of the original Dunne Brothers finds their way to the band's doorstep. At one of the worst points of their life, (Y/n) is forced to reevaluate their life so far. The biggest question is where (Y/n) is going to end up once they get through all of their self-reflection.
No Argument [Release Date: 8/13/2023]
Only Love Can Change the Shape of Such Permanent Truths Summary: After their first kiss, Karen finds herself pushing (Y/n) away. The tour for the band's new album "AURORA" seems like the perfect chance for her to get over her feelings. However, when (Y/n) comes to visit the band at their hometown show, Karen realizes that distance did nothing to help her.
Households [Release Date: 8/15/2023]
Households Summary: Karen and (Y/n) find themselves at complete peace when Karen comes home from tour for the first time since their bought their first home together.
September [Sebastian Sanger X Reader]
Noble Aim [Release Date: 10/13/2023]
Chances are We are the Same; Against the Odds, Against the Grain Summary: Two damaged people find that there are more similarities between them than they originally thought. That discovery leads them to becoming closer than either of them thought that they'd be.
Goes On and On [Release Date: 10/15/2023]
In Your Disbelief, You'll Clear Your Eyes as If You're Seeing Light for the Very First Time Summary: (Y/n) and Sebastian find themselves in the care of the Titans. While they are dealing with the reality of being suddenly pulled away from their lives, (Y/n) tries to keep hopes high with the promise of what could be after all of this is said and done.
Resolve. [Release Date: 10/17/2023]
What was Kindness in Our Eyes is Now a Blemished Masterpiece Summary: In which two people want the other to see their side of something monumental, only to be met with stubbornness and refusal.
October [Clara Oswald X Reader]
Watermark [Release Date: TBD]
The Stories You've Been Told Have Made You Brave Summary: The Doctor takes Clara to visit an old friend. The pair find a battlefield before them. After learning the truth of the war and what led to it, there is a shared determination to undo it, no matter what it takes.
Homesick [Release Date: TBD]
When the World was Flat, We Dreamt of its Edges Summary: After the chaos that led to (Y/n)'s recent travels with Clara and the Doctor, the TARDIS attempts to provide some comfort... with a little bit of help from Clara.
Next to Me [Release Date: TBD]
If Time is Money, Then I'll Spend It All for You Summary: A near-death experience forces Clara and (Y/n) to face some facts that they had both been hiding for some time.
November [James Aubrey X Reader]
Bright & Early [Release Date: TBD]
The Warmth of Blankets Makes Me Nervous Summary: (Y/n) had given up on love and romance long ago. However, a new member of the Jeffersonian team may be the key to opening that door back up for them again.
Emphasis [Release Date: TBD]
The Smartest Thing I've Ever Learned is That I Don't Have All the Answers Summary: (Y/n) finds themself on the receiving end of the opinion of every member of the Jeffersonian team. But is any of it enough to change their perspective?
101010 [Release Date: TBD]
Change is Slow, But I Feel It Taking Shape Summary: (Y/n)'s birthday party is underway. A time of celebration is met with the push for change and growth. The outcome could either bring people together or push them apart permanently.
December [Markus RK200 X Reader]
Snow [Release Date: TBD]
We'll Welcome December with Tireless Hope Summary: Fall has turned to winter. There's a rumbling of people preparing for change. It's a shame that not all change is good. It's a shame that Carl and (Y/n) are left to cope with that change with only each other.
Accidental Light [Release Date: TBD]
I'll Try to Change the World in a Single Word Summary: Markus finds his way home in the hopes of finding some comfort and clarity. He doesn't know what he'll be met with, but he knows that he can't avoid it forever.
From the Ground Up [Release Date: TBD]
We're Home Sweet Home Summary: The stand-off has ended, and peace has been reached for the time being. Now, Markus goes home with a weight lifted off his shoulder and a renewed hope for the future.
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a touch of emotion
Connor x Reader
Summary:Â After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.
A/N:Â DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3
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"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.
"I just saw that girl's eyes⊠And I couldn'tâŠ" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."
A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.
He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.
Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.
"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."
Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.
And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost⊠lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.
You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.
Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.
You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?
"You okay?"
Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.
You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.
"I'm⊠sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.
"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.
You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."
There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.
"But⊠we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.
"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.
Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for⊠something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.
Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.
It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.
How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?
Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.
Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.
"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that⊠that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.
Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.
"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."
It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.
"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"
"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.
You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.
When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.
Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.
Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.
You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.
Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.
"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."
Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.
As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.
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"Hank, I have a confession." [dramatic pause] [fidgeting] [stress level 55%] "I was lying when I said I liked Knights of the Black Death."
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Obsessed with Simon sacrificing his life every chance he gets to save Markus but when it's Markus risking his life to save him Simon tells him every fucking time he shouldn't have done that
#simon be like markus' life > the lives of other androids > my life like literally every android life comes first than his own#and people wonder why he is my favorite dbh character and one of my favorite characters of all time#he is so selfless and brave always ready to die for others but he doesn't want anyone to die for him#just imagine if markus died trying to save him???? I don't want even think about it fuck how much simon would be devastated????#simarkus#markus x simon#sirkus#dbh simon#simon pl600#dbh#detroit become human#detroit: become human
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I would literally sell my kindey to see how you draw Kyoko just saying
Here's also stuff for people who asked for Kaede and Taka and Mondo.
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RUN2U! â„ïž rk900
synopsis : being the resident â human nurse â [medic for human officers] means you're on-call 24/7. except no one really needs you and they let you know that.
cw : imagined nines a little monstorous so hes really big and noticeably non-human ; medic!reader except idk anything abt nursing ; cussing ; gavin is mean sorry if hes your fave </3 , a lot of mentions of guns nd violence
song inspo ; run2u by stayc
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hiring you wasn't the smartest idea, hank thinks. you were sweet ; kind and soft and too nice to deal with the assholes on this team. inviting you to active crime scenes was beyond stupid. allowing you to sit in the back of a car, small, useless medkit in your lap as you wait for the okay.
it's safe â the lost, wild deviant has either run off or is dead! hank shakes his head â they're lucky no harm, has come to you. yet.
gavin scoffs, shoving past you harshly as you hold a chilled ice pack out to him. blinking, you drop the pack, opting to grab a stained cloth instead.
hank smiles stiffly, allowing you to wipe the blue blood off of his face. you let out a sigh as you do so, drooping slightly at the usual mistreatment you recieve. "are you hurt anywhere, lieutenant?"
"not this time," he answers. working with â taking down â deviants was never a clean, easy job. it got even worse when nines joined â he was adament that problems be taken care of. your lips tilt up the smallest amount as you pull the rag away. "thanks, [name]. we're almost done here."
you simply nod, holding in your yawn as the night drags on. heavy, perfect footsteps crunch on the ground until they're standing in front of you. icy, steel eyes peer down at you as nines stares. there's a splatter of blue on his uniform ; on his hands, his gun, his face. you clutch the bloodstained rag in your hands with a gulp, hiding the movement with your bag.
"[name]." he holds his gun out to you, the barrel facing him. "dispose of this."
"i don'tâ" your fingers tangle deeper into the silly medkit you hold. his head tilts, blue eyes held onto yours as his inidicator turns yellow for a split second. "i wouldn't know what to do with it."
nines allows his arm to go limp, the empty gun falling to his side. "what do you do, then?"
you think you can hear gavin snort â can hear the other detectives laugh at your frozen form. what did you do? what use were you as an on-call medic for people who didn't even need you? "umââ
his indicator swirls again, "[name]?"
"i help," you say it weakly, loosening your grip on your bag. your eyes grow unfocused, blurring as you focus on a tree in the distance. hank angles his body to you as another cop talks to him. "when people are hurt. i help."
"okay," is drawled out as hands fall onto your shoulders. nines watches as hank leads you to the back of his car, the door open as you continue to stare at nothing. your heart rate has went down, but you seem stuck. hank goes back to nines, "cool it with the ten degree, okay? kid's jus' doin' what was told."
he upset you. it lingers in nines' head like an echo. something he did or said made you sad, or angry. he wasn't sure of which yet. looking at you as you sulk in the back of the car, nines thinks to earlier. you cleaned deviant blood off of hank â maybe that would make you feel better?
when your vision becomes clearer, all you see is white. a white suit stained blue in various spots. you blink, looking up until you see a poised, structured face. "yes?"
nines crouches, kneeling until his face is in line with your torso. iced eyes peer up at you as his hands fall to his knees stiffly. eyes dig into him, but all the android cares for are yours. "i... require help."
your lips fall open in shock as you watch this prim, postured detective ruin his suit and his reputation for you. clearing your throat, you take the bloodstained cloth from your medkit shakily.
tender, practiced strokes to his face cause nines' eyes to flutter shut. if he had real skin, it would prickle with chills â the heat from your skin was bouncing into his slowly. nines all but sinks into the feeling ; sinks deeper into the dampened ground.
"are you hurt anywhere, detective?" your voice brings him back. the sound of his title on your lips causes another shutter to flow through him. dazed, nines doesn't even realize his indicator slowly darkening, turning orange with the human emotions he feels. "nines?"
and then your bare hand is on his cheek â nines short circuits.
a bright, ungodly shade of blue colors his cheeks ; his nose ; all the way up to his ears. a livlier, warmer shade of blue than his cold eyes. nines lets out a loud, unneeded stutter of breath.
âno,â he breathes, âiâm okay. thank you, [name].â
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I was wondering if you could bless us with something thatâs Markus from Detroit? My life has flipped upside down the past few weeks and could use the pick me up đ€
Hey thank you for your request! Iâm so sorry that i published this so late, iâve been on a break and only saw this now! I hope youâre doing better though and that youâll still be happy about this imagine, even though itâs quite short :))
Paint shop || Markus x gender neutral reader
Warnings: none, just fluff
(remind me if I missed any)
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Y/Nâs pov:
âDamnitâ, i cursed quietly to myself, standing in front of my shelf, my hands holding the tubes of my acrylic paint. Theyâre all empty, just as i was about to finally get back to finish my halfway done painting. How could i forget about this? I didnât think twice, instead i immediately got dressed and ready to go buy some new ones.
As soon as i stepped outside, i was hit by the nice weather. I took in a deep breath of some fresh air before glancing down at my watch. I had enough time to take the lounger route, going for a nice walk, i thought to myself and made my way to the paint shop.
I arrived after a few minutes, opening the door to the shop. âGood afternoon!â, i greeted, seeing my favorite worker was here today. âOh hey, Y/N!â, she replied, a big smile on her face. My eyes moved away from her for a moment, landing on an unfamiliar man. I never saw him around, or else iâm sure he wouldâve already caught my eye.
âSo, what are you searching for today?â, the cashier asked, snapping me back to reality. âUh i just need some new paints, theyâre empty once again,â i let out a small laugh, reminding myself i was here not even two weeks ago, to get some acrylics already. On top of that do i visit this shop at least twice a week.
âOh iâm sure you know where to find them.â, she pointed out the fact that i know where everything was. âOf course!â, i smiled back at her, looking at the unknown man once again. He had a package in his hands and i wondered if he was interested in the same hobby as i am.
I made my way past him, making quick eye contact before standing in front of the shelf. Just a few seconds later, i picked out everything i needed, returning to the cashier. âFound everything?â, she kindly asked, expecting no other reply than yes from me.
We had a small chat and i eventually paid, existing the shop afterwards. My attention was fixed on my phone, causing me to bump into someone and dropping all my stuff. How usual.
âFuck! Iâm sorry.â, i said, looking up at the person who of course happened to be the guy i just saw in the shop already. âNo itâs okay, i was standing here, blocking your way.â, he apologized, making me shake my head in disagreement. âI understand but i was literally all caught up on my phone. Itâs my fault.â, i explained, eventually going down to pick up my stuff.
The man kneeled to the floor, helping me throughout it. âThank you, thatâs very kind of you.â, i softly smiled at him. âNothing to thank for miss. At least your phone is whole.â, he said, telling me his name right after. âMy names Markus by the way.â
âYouâre right. Iâm Y/N.â, i introduced myself back, the grin never leaving my face. Iâm shocked how easy i can hold a conversation with him, iâm not so good with strangers i must say. âOh, thatâs a nice name, Y/N.â
Thatâs the first time iâve heard this i thought as i could feel the heat forming in my cheeks. Itâs coming from this attractive man on top of that. âWhy thank you Markus. I really appreciate it.â, i spoke up, looking into his green eyes, that shined very beautiful in the sunlight.
âYouâre welcome miss/sir.â, âIt wonât be a problem to ask for your number no? I gotta get going and iâd love to catch up with you sometime again.â, he continued, tilting his head slightly to the side, keeping the eye contact.
My lips parted at this, my eyes falling on his hand that was already holding his phone towards me. âOh thatâs surely no problem! Iâll definitely find some time to meet ya.â, i responded, typing in my number as a new contact.
âGreat! Iâll see you around, Y/N.â, i watched his face brightening up, before he turned around to leave. âSee ya, Markus!â
I watched him a few more seconds and was just about to get to the path home, throwing a last glance into the paint shop. There she was standing. The cashier almost laughed at me, giving me a look to let me know she just witnessed the whole situation. I just playfully rolled my eyes at my friend, walking back home.
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Later at night, i laid in my bed as i was focused on the laptop in front of me. I heard a buzzing sound next to me and couldnât help but immediately check from who the text was.
âHey Y/N, i donât know if youâre still awake, but how does next Saturday sound?â
My lips turned up, happy that Markus hasnât forgotten about me already.
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Can you write some romantic headcanons for ralph wr600 please?
Hi, you need to give me something more so I can be sure I'll write something you want. I've filled too many requests like this only to be replied with "that wasn't what I wanted/I actually hate that trope you used, could you write something else please?" I can't know what kind of romantic stuff you like to read about without you telling me. This reads in my rules + my requesting guide.
Here's my previous romantic headcanon sets for Ralph I've written in case you're interested in any romantic headcanons and have no further ideas (a disclaimer that these are 5œ years old and my writing was quite different back then):
Ralph dating a short reader
Ralph dating a tall reader
Ralph with an s/o reader who praises him a lot
(Sorry for not replying earlier, this must have slipped through my filter or then I've misread this)
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connor dbh x male!trans!reader where he helps reader take his t shot?
Writing this as an ask I hope that's ok! Ok so I think that-
Connor has internal alarms set for when you need to take your shots. He'll politely pull you away from whatever you're doing to remind you it's time. He has enough medical knowledge to give your T-shots efficiently. If you're nervous with needles he has tactics to calm you down enough to be able to give you the shot. He asks you questions about your day to distract your brain as he preps the needle full of testosterone, squeezing your hand and responding back to your story as needed as he disinfects the area. He gives you a heads up and lets you turn away or close your eyes if needed. If you're ok with watching, that's fine too. He makes you keep talking as he gives you your shot though. Afterwards he'll throw praises your way as he re-cleans the area. He'll ask if you want a designed band-aid, a normal one, or none at all and whichever you pick is the one you'll get. He places a kiss to your thigh/hip after the band-aid is placed before kissing your cheek and thanking you for doing so well before he leaves to put the testosterone away.
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i have gone back to old comforting content so i hope y'all are okay with some Detroit: Become Human stuff.
#fanfiction#imagine#x reader#detroit become human imagine#detroit become human fanfiction#detroit become human x reader
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Capri Sun... I miss you... (it still exists).
#detroit become human#connor rk800#chris miller#look i think at some point someone would have an impossible urge to have a capri sun but specifically in front of an android#and whoever is curious enough would be like well connor doesnt really seem to HATE many people#but we cant really convince hank to drink a capri sun so who would connor appreciate the bonding moment with#and everyone looks to chris because they think he can play it off easiest and theyre right#however i imagine hank eventually hears connor repeat the phrase respect the pouch and is like which of those fuckers showed you capri sun#and connor just whats a capri sun ?#because chris didnt elaborate thats just how they come#for that drink specifically#DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT BOTTLED CAPRI SUN SUPPOSEDLY IN 2025 THAT FEELS WRONG TO IMAGINE#i feel too strongly attached to the pouches (i miss them) (they still exist)#does it show that im actually a huge chris fan bc ahaha.... i am....
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There's this idea in my head that's causing real brain rot. So that one time, when Connor and Hank are on the rooftop, and he almost kills Hank? Can I request something like that, but with an f! reader? Maybe f! reader is on the deviant's side, and Amanda has already taken over, as a result, fight ensues. Major hurt/comfort. You choose how this ends. Thank you in advance đ
Connor Rk800 x Gender Neutral Reader!
DBH Masterlist Main Masterlist
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, minor violence
A/n: I always thought Connor shouldâve had another chance to become deviant at this rooftop scene so this is the perfect opportunity to write it! I hope you enjoy!
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The night air is cold as you step out onto the roof, a distant alarm blaring as it fights to be heard against the harsh wind.Â
You flinch and pull your coat tighter, watching your breath fog out in front of you, snow scattering in every direction. Itâs a night youâd rather be spending in the warmth of your home, curled up with a good book and good company. Unfortunately, your good company chose to go bad cop on you and now youâre out here trying to get him back.
You can already feel your fingers growing numb and you regret not bringing gloves up here with you. As if life being a detective wasnât hard enough.
You squint at the light illuminating from the giant Android billboard and instead focus your gaze on the figure near the edge of the roof. Itâs the last place you want to see him right now. On this roof- on the wrong side of history. Making a mistake you know heâll regret.
Itâs all you can do to hope youâll be able to convince him to come back.Â
You donât know what happened. One day heâs kind and funny and even a little flirty and the next heâs cold and calculating. Had he just been pretending the whole time? Did he tell you all those sweet things just to eliminate you as a threat to his mission?Â
Whatever the reason, even if he was faking it with you you werenât faking it with him. Over the past few months, youâve formed a genuine connection with Connor. A connection you thought was more than just partners working on the same case.Â
You think back to all those late nights Connor stayed up with you as you wrote your reports, cracking jokes so the police precinct felt a little less cold and dim. The time he helped you move your furniture after your previous apartment almost got broken into. The little moments where heâd walk you to your car no matter the time, or go out of his way to pick you up a coffee.
That couldnât have been fake, right? Nobody went through that much effort just to make sure you were friends. It was because of the way he treated you and cared for you that you found yourself in love with him in the first place.
You sucked in a sharp breath and shook that thought from your head. Youâd only just realized it last night. Youâd planned to tell him today but something about him was different, he didnât look at you the same way, though his body still lingered near yours. Then youâd gotten the call this evening about where he was headed and you knew you had to stop him.
The Connor you knew wouldnât do this. But maybe the Connor you knew wasnât realâŠ
âYou donât want to do this Connorâ He doesnât even flinch at your voice. He probably heard you from the second you got there and was just waiting for you to say something.Â
Perhaps that was a sign? Your Connor was always polite with you.
âYou shouldnât be here, Detective.â His voice bites at you with more coldness than the night air and it makes your heart sting. Itâs a tone youâve only ever heard him use with suspects or Gavin. Even when you first met and he seemed devoid of emotion his voice was warm, friendly. What happened?
Was it something you had done? Something you said that gave away your feelings about him? He was built to read body language and pick up on subtle clues after all. Had he known even before you? Was he disgusted by you? That a human like you could fall so easily for an Android?
He shifts the position of his gun, getting a better shot on Marcus and you take another step forward, if you could just reach him then maybe-
âYou wonât stop me from accomplishing my mission.â Him and his stupid mission. Itâs all he ever used to talk about before he started being open with you. You thought youâd become more important than his mission. Guess not.
âWhat mission Connor? What? You think you shoot this guy and itâs all over? The whole rebellion falls down? Is that it?â You scoff, shoving your hands into your coat pockets to try and garner some warmth. âYou shoot Marcus, someone else will just take his place. Do you really want to spend your life hunting down Androids until youâre the only one left with a soul?â
He doesn't speak but you see the way he squeezes the gun tighter, your words clearly having an internal impact.Â
âCome home Connor,â You say it out of instinct, your home had become a shared space with Connor, a place he knew youâd always welcome him into. âWe can find a good movie and-â
âAnd what? Huh? Sit there and pretend like we could be anything other than a human and a machine?â His words cut deep, slicing your heart open and revealing all the ugly fears that had been festering in your brain. The urge to throw up fills your stomach but you push the feeling down.
What Connor thought you could or couldnât be didnât matter right now. Even if it hurt, you had to make sure you stopped him no matter what.
He places his finger on the trigger and you know you have to resort to the last thing you wanted to do. The last thing you thought youâd ever do to Connor. You pull out your gun and aim it at his back. Emotions well up in your throat as tears threaten to break free
âGet away from the ledgeâ You wish he couldnât hear how your voice trembles but you know he does. You donât know if you have the gall to shoot him and he knows that. Still, he stands up and turns around to face you anyway.
Itâs the worst sight in the world- the image of him in front of the barrel of your gun. His eyes are cold and unrecognizable, and you take note of the fact that he doesnât drop his gun. A strong breeze roars through and you shiver, watching the wind ruffle his hair.
The same hair he used to let you brush your fingers through as you spent hours talking on your couch. His head in your lap, his eyes closed, his LED spinning blue, and a content smile on his face. You remember wanting to take a picture of how cute he looked then, just like a happy puppy.Â
Oh, how things change.Â
Your hand shakes as you hold the gun, maybe from the cold, maybe from the anguish, probably from both.Â
âGo home detective. Itâs not my mission to kill you but this is none of your businessâ You nearly flinch at the word âkillâ but manage to hold your resolve. You couldnât show weakness in front of this version of Connor.
You scoff, âNone of my business? You call you killing an innocent man none of my business?â
âItâs not a man. Itâs a machine-â
âHe has a family! He has people who care about him and depend on him! He has a partner and friends! Like you and I were-â
âWe werenât anything but coworkers Detective. If you thought we were more, you were mistaken.â He cuts you off with the words you feared to hear more than anything. Words he promised you heâd never say when he told you âIâll always be here for you detectiveâ with that stupid sunny smile of his.
Wiping a tear with your shoulder, you shake your head as you try to get a read on him.
âyou donât mean thatâ
âI think I doâ He tilts his head, in a way you always found cute but now just find menacing.Â
âI canât let you kill that man Connorâ You tighten your hold on your gun and he narrows his eyes, sizing up whether or not he thinks youâll shoot before going to put his gun down.
Your body relaxes slightly only to be met with the full force of his gun being thrown at you. You try to block it but it crashes into your arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. In the next second Connor is coming at you, disarming your gun and throwing it across the roof.Â
You try to throw a punch but he swiftly blocks it, grabbing hold of your shoulder and throwing you to the ground. The impact is harsh and the cold only makes it worse. You can already feel the nasty bruise itâs going to leave but you donât allow yourself time to dwell on it.
Grabbing a metal grate from nearby you launch it at Connor and use it as a moment of distraction, rushing towards your gun near the ledge of the roof with Connor hot on your heels.
Connor sweeps your legs from under you as youâre inches from the gun, sending you crashing to the ground in a fall that stings your palms. At least it helped that your hands were practically numb from the cold.Â
Army crawling as hurriedly as you can, you manage to swipe your gun as it teeters precariously off the edge of the roof. In a motion that sends pain through your injured shoulder, you manage to flip onto your back and point your gun at Connor just as he stands directly over you.Â
For a brief second, you canât help but think that Connor was taking it easy on you, but then he smirks like an asshole and your flame of hope dies out
âYou really gonna shoot me, detective?â The cocky disbelief in his eyes is the most emotion youâve seen from him all day and in a moment of weakness, you hesitate because youâve seen that look when Gavin throws his fits about Androids or when the other detectives think they can do his job better than him. Cocky was an emotion Connor didnât often show but it always made you laugh.
He takes advantage of your moment of hesitation, twisting your gun from your hands and throwing it off the roof. It lands with a solid âclackâ in the snow below. You try to sweep his feet but he blocks your legs with his arm, grabbing them and pushing them to the ground. He reaches down and grabs you by the collar of your sweater, angling you so that you're dangling over a fall that would definitely kill and for the first time, you truly feel scared of Connor.
You struggle in his grip to no avail, eventually giving up as you stare into his eyes for what might be the last time. You feel tired and angry and heartbroken and you donât have the energy to fight him anymore. You let the wind rage around you as you hold out your arms, daring him to drop you.
âMoment of truth ConnorâŠwhat are you gonna do?â You struggle to catch your breath as his LED violently flashes red. âYou gonna kill me for trying to be a good friend?â You wait for anything to happen, for him to throw you off the roof or respond but all he does is stand there staring blankly. His LED goes crazy, flashing from red to blue to yellow and back again, like heâs having some sort of internal struggle.Â
His grip on you seems to loosen a bit and you inhale sharply âC-Connorâ You cry out desperately and he gasps, his grip tightening as he pulls you into his body and clings tightly to you. He takes a few steps back from the roof, forcing your body to move with his as he brings you both back to safety.
His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace and youâre unsure what to feel until you hear his pained voice
âIâm sorry.â Itâs more raw than youâve ever heard it before and soon enough tears are streaming down your face as your arms reciprocate his hold. His hands clench tighter to your jacket at the sound of your sobs. âIâm so sorry i-â His voice breaks off and his chest starts shaking and you look up to see tears streaming down his face.
Youâd never seen him cry before, you didnât even know he was capable of it- and from the looks of it neither did he.
âA-amanda- she took control and I couldnât-â His eyes refuse to focus on you, staring at the swirling snow behind you, so you release one arm to cup his face and bring his gaze down to yours. âI tried to kill youâ He looks absolutely heartbroken at what heâs done and he quickly begins to scan you for injuries. His hands coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your face this way and that.
You manage a smile through your tears as you realize you have your Connor back. Relishing the gentle way he holds your face and the concern that never leaves his eyes as he looks over you.Â
âNo harm no foulâ You attempt a joke and Connorâs lips quirk up for the briefest moment before his gaze zeros in on your shoulder and he frowns
âI hurt youâ You pursed your lips, unable to deny that fact but not wanting to ruin the moment. Reaching up, you wipe the tears from his cheeks with a gentle hand, watching as he leans into your touch.
âItâll heal.â You tell him instead, just happy to be bruised and safe rather than dead. âWhat happened back there?â He looks like he wants to say more about your injury but after reading the look in your eyes he drops it.
â I broke free. I was stuck in this frozen garden for so long. I couldnât control my own body or words but then I heard your voice and I had to save youâ You lay your head on his chest once more, feeling the steady flow of Thirium pumping through his body, the cold long forgotten from your mind.
He rests his chin upon your head, pulling you into a hug once again.Â
âYouâre more important to me than any mission.â His voice trembles and it takes everything in you not to start crying again âI didnât mean any of it- those awful things I said, I didnât mean any of them⊠I Love you, Detectiveâ
Your gaze snaps to Connors, a wide smile and a light blue blush dusting his cheeks. Those three words- three words ten minutes ago you were sure youâd never heard from him. You had to make sure you hadnât misheard himÂ
âWhat?â your heart pounded in your chest
âI said I love you, detectiveâ This was really happening. Connor loved you back. You couldnât help the tears that fell at the genuine emotion in his voice.
âI love you too, Connorâ A delighted laugh escapes you as you pull him in for a kiss, soft cold lips meeting yours. Sure this wasnât your ideal confession but with Connor, nothing ever went as planned, and that was perfectly fine with you âNow letâs go home, itâs freezing up hereâ
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A/n: peep me watching the roof scene over and over to get this right (and also just to admire Connor) ~ Starry
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