#and by some type of way i mean yall may just wanna have some tissues nearby??

[connors-heart]

to be human: [ch. 6. neptune]

playlist - ch. 1 \ ch. 2 \ ch. 3 \ ch. 4 \ ch. 5 \ ch. 7 \ ch. 8

[ being a DCPD detective, your job was relatively normal - that is until androids came along, more specifically, RK800 ]

pairing ⟶ connor x reader

fandom ⟶ detroit: become human

warnings/a.n. ⟶ [mentions of family loss] ; this chapter is just short and to the point w a whole bunch of fluff since i’ve been blue ballin everybody’s emotions lol

w.c. ⟶ 1.5k

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credit: one-of-the-rk800

Peering down at the painkillers in your palm, you went to throw them back, but not before Connor could grab your wrist. Looking up at him, your face contorted, at least as much as it could around the pain of your now bandaged nose that'd been broken back into place an hour prior, in confusion.

“Your doctor recommended that you only take two pills every four to six hours, you shouldn’t be taking five at a time,”

You sighed, gazing at him with a blank, tired stare, “I don’t care, Connor,” you groaned, attempting to pull your wrist from his grip, but to no avail.

He plucked three of the tablets from your hand, grabbing the orange pill bottle from your sink and placing them back in before shoving them into his pocket, “Oxycodone has high potential for abuse and dependence. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t allow you to take more than the recommended dosage,”

Connor watched as you peered at him through an exhausted gaze. Too tired to argue, you tossed the remaining pills from your hand to your mouth before taking the glass of water from Connor’s hand, drinking it down in gulps.

Making your way back into your living room, you took a seat on your couch, in front of the several manila folders that rested upon your coffee table. The couch sank slightly as Connor took a seat next to you, picking up the Carlos Ortiz case and flipping through the stamped papers as Cleo hopped up as well, resting next to him.

“Is Hank coming?” Connor asked, eyes still glued to the file.

You shook your head slightly, “He’s at Jimmy’s Bar, probably getting piss-wasted right now,” you mumbled. The lieutenant's outburst put a damper on your mood to say the least, although, you didn’t doubt the fact that him threatening to take you off of the case was in some way him expressing the fact that he didn’t want you in harm’s way. You found some comfort in it, to an extent anyway. There was little to nothing comforting about getting chewed out by Hank.

Leaning back into the plush couch, a heavy breath escaped your nose as you peered down at the case from earlier that day. The document was all but useful, noting evidence found from the crime scene such as the indecipherable journal as well as the model and serial number and fake drivers license.

You looked over at Connor, nose buried in the three open cases in his lap and hand. You crossed your arms, “We need to find what these cases all have in common,” you noted. He blinked, his hard gaze still set on the files, “From the cases we’ve already closed, it seems to be that a majority of them mention rA9,”

You sat up, resting your elbows on your knees, “So, we’ve established that most of them have a compulsive obsession with this rA9 thing, and see it to be some kind of savior,”

“Correct,”

You watched as Connor absentmindedly scratched Cleo’s ears, “What about the other deviants? The one from the Stan Harris case, and the AX400 model, with the little girl?”

The android looked at you quizzically as you sat in thought for a moment before looking up at him, “I’m just going out on a limb on this one, but… Ethan didn’t kill Stan Harris, not alone at least - from the sound of it there was a group, multiple deviants,”

Connor’s LED ran yellow in thought, “You think there could be a group?”

“It’s possible, I don’t think there’d be a deviant outbreak without them rallying up,” you explained, “Androids are smart, smarter than us at least, I’m convinced there has to be a hideout or something along those lines that they all know about, the same way they all know about rA9,”

“Do you suppose this hideout could be where the android and girl may have been heading?” Connor suggested.

You nodded slowly, your gaze falling onto the carpet, “Probably,”

Connor stared at you, his eyes tracing the purple-blue bruising that looked to peek out from under the bandage on the bridge of your nose.

“Why didn’t you want me to catch them?” he suddenly asked.

Your eyes faltered, closing them shut as if to regain your composure. “I just - … I knew if we brought them in they were going to destroy the android. And I didn’t want to do that to the little girl,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

The android’s brows creased, an oblivious look of confusion on his face. He watched as you opened your eyes slowly before meeting your glazed stare, “I didn’t want to take away her mom,” you explained through a wavering sigh.

The familiar feeling of pity grew heavy within Connor, the same feeling he recognized prior that day after your argument with Hank. Connor found himself with the ability to recognize human emotion and adapt to them, but failing to react to them with a tasteful response. Watching you bite back the verge of tears seconds away from pouring over, he found himself reaching out, interlocking his hand with yours.

You opened your dampened eyes at the feeling of Connor’s skin brushing against your own, his fingers laced between your own. Your heartbeat fluttered as he squeezed slightly, his leg grazing against yours in a faint but deliberate movement. A comfortable silence filled the room for a moment.

Connor parted his lips, hesitating before speaking, “Do you think she loved her?”

Your gaze fell upon him, a questioning look in your eyes, “The android, and the young girl. Do you - do you think she could love her?” he asked.

Staring at him, you nodded slightly, “Yeah,”

You watched as he blinked, looking down at the carpet beneath his feet. Your stare lingered, “What did you feel?”

His gaze raised towards you once again, “When you ‘froze’ back at the cafe last week, you said you felt something you didn’t know how to respond to,”

You barely missed the LED on his temple flash a thoughtful hue of yellow, before returning blue. Connor’s eyes looked between your own, wracking up an answer in his head. His lips parted, but no answer passed them. Your gaze flickered down to his lips, the familiar yearning for the taste of them beginning to awake. Before you could push down the restless urge, Connor leaned in, colling his lips with your own in a haste.

Your lashes fluttered as you squeezed your eyes closed, the sharp sting from your nose barely noticable past the feeling of Connor’s lips.

Connor pulled away slightly, his face inches away from your own. Neither one of you spoke, the stunned looks resting upon your features saying enough. Peering into his eyes, the android in front of you appeared more human than ever, his gaze alive and burning with emotion and his face flushed with color.

The feeling running through every circuit, biocomponent, and artificial nerve in Connor’s body was something indescribable, nothing like he’d felt before, but something he wanted to continue to feel again and again. He looked between your eyes, the flecks of color scattered beyond your blown pupils, he counted every freckle and flawed mark littered throughout your skin, every vein peeking from your tired eyes, the constellation of bruising that dispersed from the center of your nose. He analyzed every land and crevice of your face, concluding that you were anything, if not, perfect.

He released your hand, lifting his own to your cheek. His palm settled against the pooling warmth of your face, your own hand rising to cup his. You stilled as the skin disintegrated, leaving a cool, white plastic in its wake. His hand contrasted against your skin, his thumb grazing your cheek slightly as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes.

You couldn’t help the grin that grew on your face, “So what did you feel?”

He didn’t make effort to move or answer you, his free hand making way to wrap around your waist, enveloping in your warmth. You reached up to cup his face, his curious eyes fluttering open as you pulled away.

You raised a brow, anticipating his answer. He stared at you, “You feel it too, why don’t you tell me?” he mused.

[imaginingteamiplier]

A Birthday To Remember (Teamiplier)

Title: A Birthday To Remember

Word Count: 928

Requested By Anon: Welcome back!! Its good to see yall posting again! May i request birthday party with platonic!Teamiplier? Maybe with depressed reader if possible ;’) Can be headcanons!

Summary: This time of year can be hard on (Y/N) and what could make a depressed birthday better than an incredible group of friends?

A/N: Well, I’m back and, as usual, a little late so my apologies! But the reason is actually part of what inspired this one shot. All mentions of depression are based entirely off of my own experiences so I apologize in advance if they don’t apply to you. -CJ

For most people, birthdays were a big deal. And it wasn't exactly that you weren't excited for your birthday. But depression was never exactly fun, and with the celebrations and everyone wanting to chat, it felt like you were drowning. It was exhausting and you were thankful that your team really understood that and respected your boundaries. Nevertheless, your friends just wanted to cheer you up as much as they could. They kept their distance, bringing you food and gifts and inviting you to spend time with them when you felt up to it. But when you woke up in the late morning on your birthday, it was needless to sat you were shocked to have been left alone by them.

You got up, trudging reluctantly to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up. You had slept plenty, but you were still tired, like your brain was in a bit of a fog. When your phone gave a soft ding, you picked it up to see a happy birthday message from Mark along with a few dozen heart emojis. You smiled to yourself, texting a quick thanks in reply and carrying on with your routine. You'd hardly finished getting ready when you heard a knock on your door.

With a sigh, you walked to he door and peeked through the peephole to see Amy waiting patiently. You cracked the door open before stepping aside to let her in. She thrust a cup into your hand with a smile.

"Your favorite. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday." She explained with her sweet smile and you couldn't help the way the corners of your lips quirked up in reply. You took a sip of the drink and looked at her. She always did her best to make sure you were alright. Even if that just meant sitting with you while you stared into space under a pile of blankets. "Come on, hurry up. You need to get out of the house. Don't worry, we won't do anything crazy." She said with a knowing smirk. And because this was Amy and you had a near impossible time telling her no, you nodded and finished preparing for your day as best as you could while she sat patiently by on her phone.

Some time had passed, and you were finally in Amy's car. She talked and you gave soft answers every now and again. She kept looking at her phone at stoplights, and part of you was growing suspicious, but you didn't entirely care. So you sat and felt your mentality improve just a little. Soon enough Amy made a stop and you smiled at the familiar sight of Ethan's place. The two of you got out of the car and headed to the door. You hardly had time to knock before it was pulled open and you were engulfed in a tight hug by Ethan.

"Happy birthday!" He cheered in a goofy voice, the type that always earned a giggle, and this time was no exception. You were ushered inside and the sight caught you by surprise. They had put up streamers and even a somewhat sloppy banner for you. Mark, Kat, and Tyler were eagerly awaiting. There was a small cake made just for you with a candle stuck in it, flickering as it awaited your wish.

You smiled, tucking your hands into your pockets a bit bashfully.

"Guys, you shouldn't have. I mean, you didn't have to." You said with a smile, but Mark shook his head. He ushered you closer with a firm hand against your shoulder.

"We know. But it's your birthday, that deserves a little surprise." He told you, settling you in front of the cake. "Make a wish." He urged. You looked around and smiled before leaning forward with your eyes squeezed shut and puffed your cheeks, making a scene of blowing out the barely lit candle. The others clapped and cheered happy birthdays that brightened your day tenfold.

"What did you wish for?" Kat asked with a smile as Tyler set to work serving cake for everyone despite the fact that it was way too early in the day for cake. You sat down, nibbling at your cake while everyone talked. It was half an hour before Mark got up and disappeared for a moment. When he came back, he was loaded down with bags.

"Okay, okay! Present time." He stated firmly and you stared up at him with a look of pure shock. You hadn't expected cake on your birthday, let alone several birthday presents. But you took one of the bags, reaching in and shuffling the tissue paper and pulling out the gift. This went on for a while until you were nearly in tears from just how appreciated your friends had made you feel.

"Seriously, thank you all so much. You didn't have to get all the gifts and the cake and everything." You sniffled and wiped away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "I love you all so much. I know I've pretty much been a hermit lately." You laughed a tiny bit, glancing over the faces of your dearest friends.

"We're happy to do this. It's nice seeing you smile more." Kathryn promised, taking a bite of the cake she'd been working on finishing.

You'd had plenty of birthdays, and most of them were overtaken by the chemicals you dealt with all the time. But this one you wouldn't give up for the world and you couldn't be more grateful for your incredible group of friends.

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Well guys, I’m back! Sorry this is later than expected. I had to pick up some shifts at work and I had a birthday party for one of my closest friends today that I barely made it to. But here it is! Requests are open, ships are still closed until further notice. Even if yall just wanna chat, I’m almost always around! -CJ