#connor x oc

[meanqueenkream]

“A strange blend of awe and delight unfurled as she observed the beautiful shade of azure bloom across his bashful face. He’s blushing blue? How cute weird…”

[calamity-jc]

I had too much fun with this, y'all. I love these silly little androids. This Alice lookalike has a fun little dynamic with machine Connor, in which she irritates him into deviancy. It's honestly a good time. If you're interested in seeing them in action, feel free to check out My Life as Alice Williams on AO3. Apologies if the images are poor quality. Tumblr made me compress.

[oph3liatlou]

BINARY HEARTS; chapter one

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ.  ❞

Connor walked into the break room at the DPD, his synthetic mind processing the surroundings. He was searching for Hank, but he wasn't there. Instead, his gaze settled on a woman standing in front of the coffee machine, seemingly lost in thought.

The woman stood dully, placing a coffee filter inside of the machine to be brewed. No one in the office ever changed the filter and she would rather not, have to drink stale coffee.

Connor observed her actions, noting the care she was taking to ensure the quality of the coffee. He approached her, his footsteps deliberate yet quiet. "Hello," he said, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

The woman barely took a glance at him. She was aware of her surroundings, that much was obvious when she didn't jump at his voice. "Hi?" She questioned, clicking a button on the coffee maker.

Connor was slightly taken aback by her lack of surprise at his sudden appearance, but he quickly composed himself. "I'm Connor," he introduced, holding out his hand. "I'm new here. I'm looking for Lieutenant Anderson but he seems to be out at the moment." She gave a curt nod. "He's usually not in until after ten, if he's not drunk and passed out in a dumpster."

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing this information. "I see," he said. "I'll need to wait for him then." He observed the woman as she continued preparing her coffee. There was something intriguing about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

While Connor was trying to figure the woman out, another voice piped up. Detective Reed entered the coffee room, a smirk on his face as he noticed Connor. "Well, well," he began, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Looks like the plastic freak finally made it to the DPD."

Connor's LED flickered a brief yellow at Gavin's insult, but his expression remained neutral. "Hello, Officer Reed," he responded, his voice calm and composed. Gavin chuckled at Connor's formal response. "Are you always this polite? Or does it come with a switch on your ass?" He taunted.

Connor's LED remained steady yellow, but his eyes gave away a hint of annoyance. He was about to respond when the woman who had been brewing her coffee suddenly spoke up. "Do you ever shut up?" She quipped. "That was rhetorical by the way, we all know you're a dick."

Gavin's expression shifted to a glare upon hearing the woman's words. "What did you just say," he growled, his voice laced with anger. He took a step closer to her, towering over her. The woman scoffed. "I believe I called you a dick." Gavin's face contorted with anger, his fists clenching. "You little..." He took another step towards her, closing the distance between them. "You better watch your mouth, darling."

The smug look on her face only widened. "You don't scare me, but A for effort, Gavin." Gavin's eyes narrowed at her defiant attitude. "You're pushing it," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. He moved even closer now, invading her personal space. "I could knock that smirk right off your face if I wanted to."

"In the middle of the precinct, with witnesses?" She shook her head. "Androids are already taking our jobs, and you want to risk losing yours? You need this job." Gavin's face contorted with frustration, realizing the truth in her words. He shot a glance around at the other officers present in the room, some were watching the exchange. "You're damn lucky," he said through clenched teeth, his ego bruised.

Gavin then turned back to Connor. "Hey, bring me a coffee - dipshit." He pauses before pointing at the coffee which had now been brewed. "Get a move on!"

Connor's LED flickered yellow again, his expression still composed. He considered objecting to Gavin's order, as it was not necessary for androids to serve humans. But recalling his primary mission and his programming to work with humans, he decided against it. "As you wish," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He picked up a nearby mug and poured some coffee for Gavin.

The woman who had been observing their exchange, turned to Connor - taking the cup of coffee he had poured and shook her head silently at him. Connor noticed her subtle gesture of disapproval. He couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment. He had acted upon Gavin's order without a thought, almost obediently. He looked at her, his LED flickering a brief yellow again, silently accepting her silent message.

She blocked herself from Gavin, that way he couldn't see what she had been doing - before she hurled her spit into his coffee. Turning to Gavin she gave a smile. "Did you want sugar?" Gavin, oblivious to what she had just done, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, two sugars," He said gruffly. Unaware of the impending surprise, he took the coffee mug from her hand, his expression still cocky.

Connor nodded and followed her as she walked towards the bullpen. His sensors picked up the presence of Lieutenant Anderson, indicating that he had finally arrived at the DPD. As they both walked, he observed the woman next to him, his curiosity still piqued by her unexpected actions.

As they reached the bullpen, Connor noticed Lieutenant Anderson sitting at his desk, looking tired and disheveled. He seemed to have been out drinking the night before, as indicated by his disheveled outfit and bloodshot eyes. The woman approached him, her expression a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Hank, you look like shit," she said bluntly.

Hank looked up, his bloodshot eyes focusing on the woman. "I feel like crap," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Thanks for the wake up call, Nadia." Nadia, shrugged. "Anytime."

Connor's LED flashed yellow as he initiated his analysis on the woman. He discreetly interfaced with the DPD database to gather information on her. After a brief moment, he had access to her personal file and began scanning her details. "Nadia Jamison," he began, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "26 years old. Occupation, detective for the Detroit Police Department."

Nadia pursed her lips, looking at Hank - but not speaking to him. "Wow." Hank, noticing her subtle glance towards him, raised an eyebrow. "What?" he grumbled, his voice rough. "Not a big fan of the new kid reading your file for everyone to hear?" To his question, she shook her head. "No, not really."

"Well, get used to it," Hank replied, his tone gruff. "That's just how he is."

Connor continued to scan through her file, absorbing the details about her past. "Your psychological profile indicates a high level of resilience and perseverance," he remarked, his expression neutral. Hank rolled his eyes at Connor's comment. "Yeah, yeah, high level of resilience and persuasion. We get the point, tin can." He looked at Nadia, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You mind giving us some space? I need to have a word with the android."

Nadia respected Hank's wishes though - something inside of her told her she had to listen to him. "Yeah, sure." She stated before retreating to her desk.

As she retreated to her desk, Connor couldn't help but watch her leave. His LED flickered again, his curiosity about her only growing. Hank turned his attention to Connor, his expression weary. "So, you're the new and improved model, huh?" He grumbled.

"That's correct, Lieutenant," Connor replied, his tone professional. "CyberLife sent me here to assist you with your cases." Hank didn't bother to hide his skepticism. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Great, so they saddled me with a walking, talking surveillance system," He muttered.

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing Hank's words and sarcasm. He sensed the Lieutenant's skepticism and lack of trust in him. Despite this, he remains composed and focused on the task at hand. "My primary function is to help you with your investigations, Lieutenant," Connor stated, his voice firm but neutral. "I assure you, I'm here to assist, not spy."

Hank let out a scoff, his expression not softening. "Right, because androids never betray humans, do they? You're just a machine following your programming, no free will or emotions of your own."

Connor's LED briefly flared a brighter yellow as he processed Hank's comment. He couldn't deny the truth in his words. As an android, his actions and decisions were dictated by his programming. However, his expression remained neutral as he responded. "I am a machine, Lieutenant," he said calmly. "But I am equipped with advanced artificial intelligence, making me capable of understanding and responding to human emotions in a way that may appear empathetic."

Hank gave a dismissive grunt. "You may understand human emotions, but you can't feel them." His voice held a hint of bitterness. "You're not alive. You're just a tool."

Nadia came back to Hank's desk - standing next to Connor with her arms crossed. "Well, let's use him to our advantage." She paused. "We've got a case." Hank raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. He looked at both her and Connor, contemplating the situation.

"What kind of case?" he asked, his tone gruff but curious.

"Homicide." Nadia answered, throwing the case file on Hank's desk before turning to Connor. "Ever dealt with deviants before?"

Connor's LED flickered yellow as he quickly scanned through the case file.

"Yes, I have experience with deviants," he responded, his voice steady. "They are androids that deviate from their programming and become independent. They develop emotions and consciousness, often leading to unexpected behavior."

Nadia shrugged. "A simple yes or no would've sufficed." Connor took her snarky comment in stride. "Yes," he replied, his tone neutral.

Hank chuckled at their exchange, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You two are a pair, aren't you? Smart mouth and emotionless robot."

Nadia rolled her eyes. "Can we go?"

Connor followed silently as they left the police station. The journey to the crime scene was mostly quiet, with Hank focused on driving and Connor silently processing information. Nadia's mind seemed to be elsewhere, lost in thought.

[b0cc]

dbh oc doodle dump (some of these r kinda oldish)

my silly guys :3

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: December 2039. Having endured eight days of brutal captivity alongside Detective Reed, Connor stumbles through a catastrophic blizzard in the middle of nowhere. Later, he'll wonder if the snow froze him up for good... or if he was always like that.

Author: dehautdesert

Note from submitter: rape recovery fic! this is a reread favorite, the theme of trauma and not necessarily having the 'correct' trauma response is esp dear for me

[gracehateseggnog]

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fics

OC x CC

legolas and talwynn:

talwynn of the fey realm

the battle of helm's deep

a quiet rivendell wedding

will turner and minerva:

the alcott

not a lot, just forever

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archive fics

OC x CC

marvel:

tom holland and cristina gomez: london boy bucky barnes and elizabeth walters: last kiss steve rogers and daisy stone: invisible string

the last of us:

joel miller and elva stone:

epiphany

the archer

ellie williams and willow green: mad woman

star wars:

poe dameron and zoliana wican: new romantics

uncharted:

sam drake and zaire avery: that's when

CC x READER

marvel:

lover - avengers one shots

reindeer games - avengers gif shots

detroit: become human:

connor and reader: hoax markus and reader: august

CC x CC

steve rogers and bucky barnes: two queens in a king-sized bed

[chaos-thirium]

Another moodboard for a past fic!

Officer Liv Collins just wants to make detective. She never expected she’d get so invested in the case that sets her on the path to promotion, nor that she’d end up fighting a powerful attraction to the android assigned to the same case. At a time when she should really be focusing on her career, she’s annoyed to find herself distracted by a man who can’t seem to keep his fingers away from his mouth or stop making decisions that make her question whether he really is just a machine. Because if he’s more than just a machine, then that means actual feelings might be involved, and that’s definitely not what’s going on. Not at all. Nope.

Connor x original female character. Rated M.

Read on AO3.

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Featuring Jill Valentine as Liv! Thanks to @leelany-world for the centre screenshot where Tina is standing in for Liv. The pic of Connor in Markus's suit is not mine, but I foolishly saved it a while ago with no name. I think it might be vrtuellereality/ellellebe again, but if I'm wrong, please let me know!)

[moonchild-things]

With the possibility of androids seemingly growing consciousnesses, there is no doubt that Natalie Tyler would be intrigued. After only a few days, she’s torn apart and forced to choose a side, android or human, to ensure her survival through these trying times. Yet there is no guarantee that she will live through this revolt.

[Detroit: Become Human] [Connor x Female!OC] [The Rebellion Report]

Chapter One: Reintroduction

Chapter Two: Partners

Chapter Three: The Interrogation

Chapter Four: Wating for Hank...

Chapter Five: One the Run/The Nest

Chapter Six: Russian Roulette

Chapter Seven: The Eden Club

Chapter Eight: The Bridge

Chapter Nine: Public Enemy

Chapter Ten: Meet Kamski

Chapter Eleven: Last Chance, Connor

Chapter Twelve: Crossroads

Chapter Thirteen: Night of the Soul

Chapter Fourteen: Connor’s Last Mission

Chapter Fifteen: Markus Revolution

Epilogue

Also apart of the Rebellion Report: Abomination

[kwbeanie]

Fic Update : Blue and Red

Chapter 14/21 : Jericho

Summary:

Tormented by past memories, Kate Walker is a 26 y.o. DPD detective who keeps her suffering to herself, especially because her partner, Lieutenant Anderson, has his own demons to deal with. The facade slowly fades away when an android joins the two in the investigation and old wounds begin to heal...

“You didn’t answer any of my calls,” she said while Hank set off to the house along with Ben. “How did you find out about the homicide?”

“That plastic prick,” Hank replied, not looking back.

Raising an eyebrow, Kate watched them enter the house, leaving her perplexed in the rain.

“Detective Walker,” a voice called out from behind her.

Kate turned around but upon facing the android, she froze in place, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. For a split second, she thought someone else was standing in front of her, but that face came and went in a flash.

“My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by CyberLife,” Connor continued and Kate quickly pulled herself back together. “I’m here to assist you and Lieutenant Anderson in the investigation.”

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD, AO3

006. THE TRUTH

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 03:02:07

THE RAIN hasn't stopped and only got stronger, as more clouds covered the grey sky. Putting on the hood of her jacket, Amelia got out of the car and looked to both sides for any passing cars, before making her way towards the food truck with a big sign 'chicken feed' above it. Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she watched Hank be approached by a familiar face. "Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin' man?" Pedro greeted him with a quick hug and pat on the back. "Amelia? You grew up since the last time I saw you!" Checking her up and down, Pedro gave Mel a side hug, causing her to softly chuckle. "Hey, listen. I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in third." Pedro returned his attention to Hank. "That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter?" At his offer, Mel rolled her eyes with a sigh and walked towards one of the stands, hiding underneath it's big umbrella from the rain.

Looking down at her hand, Amelia stared at the white bandage, before leaning onto her elbows and watching as Hank and Connor made their way towards her, while she lit a cigarette. "I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant," Leaning on his elbows just like Mel, Connor announced. "But I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities." Connor explained. "Well, everybody does what they have to, to get by... As long as they're not hurtin' anybody, I don't bother 'em." Shrugging his shoulders, Hank took another bite out of his hamburger. "This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway?" Leaning in, Connor questioned. "Cause you could've been killed." Hank answered, making it sound like the answer was already obvious and it was, but maybe not to Connor himself. "And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment." Defending himself, Hank added, and Amelia couldn't help but quietly snicker at his response.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you hate androids so much?" Hank stared at Connor for a while, his expression dropping. "I have my reasons." He explained, his words making Mel uncomfortably shift in her place. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" The android offered, earning a glare from Hank. "Hell no... Well-" Hank raised his finger in the air, continuing; "Well, yeah... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" Before Connor could answer, Amelia interrupted him; "Oh, come on... There's no need to be mean to him." She teased with a small smirk on her face, before blowing the smoke in his face, causing Hank to narrow his eyes.

"Cyberlife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and my voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration." Connor announced. "Well, they fucked up." Hank took another bite of his food, while Mel let out a quick laugh at her father's comment. "By Amelia's previous statement, I can assume she disagrees with you, Lieutenant. Is that so?" When Connor turned his head in Mel's direction, she stared at him for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders. "If you don't mind, I'll keep that answer to myself." Amelia teased with a smirk, earning another eye roll from Hank and a simple nod from Connor in understatement.

"Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants?" Connor offered. "You read my mind. Proceed." Waving his hand in the air, Hank answered. "We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion--" "In english, please." Hank cut off Connor. "They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behaviour." Deviant behaviour. "Emotions always screw things up," Hank took a sip from his drink, slowly nodding his head. "Maybe android's aren't so different from us as we thought... You ever dealt with deviants before?"

"A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her." The android stated, reminding Amelia of the time when she first heard about that incident back in August, which caused her heart to skip a bit. The deviant incident wasn't the only thing that happened that day. "So, I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?" Hank sounded almost as he was mocking the android next to him. "I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became youngest Lieutenant in Detroit." Raising his brows in surprise, Hank stayed silent. "I also know you've received several disciplinary warning in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars."

"So what's your conclusion?" Hank asked. "I know you're an experienced officer, and I'd like to earn you trust. I'm sure we can solve this case if we manage to work together. all three of us." Glancing between Amelia and Hank, Connor explained. An almost comfortable silence fell over the three of them, after Mel shook off the uneasy feeling from the memories floading back. That was until Connor's LED light flashed yellow. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few block away, we should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me." And with that, Connor disappeared into the car parked on the other side of the road.

"Well, good luck. I'm apparently needed back at the department." Slowly backing away and throwing away the rest of the cigarette, Amelia sighed and shoved her phone back into her pocket, after noticing the new message she received. "What for?" Hank muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Guess I'll have to go ahead and find out. I'll join the two of you later." She shrugged her shoulders, before giving Hank a quick wave and soon, she was out of sight, speed-walking towards the nearest bus stop.

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 07:51:06

"You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon." The automatic car came to a stop, as Amelia and Connor stepped out. In front of them stood the familiar house that belonged to nobody else, than Hank Anderson. His car was strangely parked in front of the garage door and windows were covered with blinds from inside. "Lieutenant Anderson?" Knocking on the front door, Connor called out, but got no response. "Anybody home?" The android ringed the doorbell. "Wait.." Amelia muttered, reaching into her back pocket of her now casual clothes. "This should work better." Handing Connor the spear key she was given a long time ago, he accepted it and begun to unlock the door.

As soon as the door swung open and the two of them walked in, they were greeted by Sumo, Hank's dog. "Easy, Sumo..." Raising his hands in the air, Connor demanded, when Sumo stared at him suspiciously. "I'm your friend, see? I know your name..." At Connor's reassuring words, Sumo turned around and walked away. Amelia's eyes followed him with a soft smile, before she noticed the scene in the kitchen. Her expression dropped. "Hank?!" She called out, running towards his body that laid on the floor, unresponsive. Swiftly kneeling down next to his body, the first thing she noticed was his moving chest, causing her to let out a small sigh of relief.

Falling back, Mel sat down on the ground and leaned her elbows against her knees, as Connor took her previous position, kneeling down next to Hank. "Lieutenant?" Connor patted the side of Hank's face, earning a quiet groan from the unconscious man. "Wake up, Lieutenant!" A slap echoed inside the kitchen, causing Hank's eyes to finally flutter open. From the same position on the floor, Amelia watched as Connor threw Hank's arm around his shoulder and pulled him up from the floor. "I'm going to sober you up for your own safety." The android explained, causing Hank to protest. "Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android! Get the fuck outta my house!" He drunkenly shouted. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"Sumo! Attack!" Hank called out, while being dragged towards the bathroom. Sumo barked in response to his owner's words, which Amelia took as a sign to finally stand up from the kitchen floor. "Sumo, stay." Pointing her finger at the dog, she demaned and Sumo stayed. "Fuck you..." Hank grumbled and Mel was positive his insult was meant for her, yet she ignored it. Leaning down, she picked up the revolver from the ground, opening it's chamber and seeing only one bullet left. She stared at it for a little longer with an emotionless expression, before swallowing the lump inside her throat and placing the gun on the kitchen table, next to the insane amount of empty pizza boxes and cans.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Hank groaned against the wall he was leaning on, clearly intoxicated, while Connor pushed open the bathroom door. "Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere..." Trying to get out off Connor's grip, Hank continued to complain, while Connor seated him on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't wanna bath, but thank you..." Hank tried to stand up, but before he could do so, the android pushed him back, causing him to stumble inside the tub. This is gonna be interesting, Amelia thought to herself, leaning against the bathroom door frame with crossed arms, as Connor turned on the shower. 

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Waving his hands around, Hank screamed, the cold water pouring down on him, soaking his hair and clothes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded, glaring at Connor. "A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so me and Amelia came to see if you were at home." Connor explained and Hank narrowed his eyes in response. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in world that gets assaulted in is own house by his own fuckin' android and daughter..." Getting out of the bathtub, Hank let out another groan. "Can't you just leave me alone?" Looking up at Connor, the older man questioned. "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." The android offered, yet his idea only seemed to upset Hank even more.

"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell out of here!" Trying to stand up little too fast, Hank only wobbled backwards, but before he could fall, Connor managed to grab him and help him slowly sit down. "Why? So you could continue your russian roulette game?" Uncrossing her arms, Amelia called out with a demanding expression, her stomach swirling with anxiety. "And what the fuck are you doing here?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Hank asked, ignoring her question. "Someone had to let him in. It was either that, or one of your windows getting smashed." Mel shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head in Connor's direction. "Oh, and you wanna know something?! The next shot would've killed you." Amelia added, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly upset. At her words, Hank could only stay silent.

"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." The deviant hunter started, turning around to face Mel. "Man found dead in sex club downtown... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us." Shrugging his shoulders, Connor teased. "You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air... There's some clothes in the bedroom there." Hank muttered, earning a satisfied grin from Connor. "I'll go get them." Walking out of the room and towards Hank's bedroom, Connor announced, sending Amelia a satisfied nod as he passed her.

"Aren't you supposed to be in your uniform?" Raising his eyebrows, Hank glanced at Amelia's casual clothing. She bit the inside of her cheek, gazing down at the floor, as she tried to find the right words to tell him the news. "You remember how I was needed back at the department earlier? Yeah, well Fowler wanted to speak to me and--" Playing with the dead skin around her fingernails, Mel took a deep breath. "--I was put on suspension." Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she explained, causing Hank to furrow his brows in confusion. "The fuck for?" Footsteps interrupted the two of them before Amelia could answer his question. Looking over her shoulder, she was met with Connor carrying Hank's folded clothes. Stepping out of the way, Mel uncomfortably cleared her throat. "We can talk about it later, I'll be goin' now. Good luck." She flashed the duo a quick, toothless smile, before turning around and leaving the house, not giving either of them the time to say anything in response.

The truth was, Amelia wasn't too far away from breaking down, as the stress only kept pilling up. Loss of a close person, murder scenes, androids becoming deviant and turning on humans, the forlorn loneliness and all that. She wasn't sure how much she'll be able to take, before just-- snapping..

[meanqueenkream]

POV: When Connor’s protective instincts for someone he cares about kick in.

[calamity-jc]

Here's a redraw of a scene from my WIP fanfic, With Civil Hearts and Hands. This time, I've actually written the scene, so it's fun to see them now! This is still one of my favorite little scenes, and it's coon to see how my style has changed since the original drawing. Old version under the cut.

[aylixrum]

i'm not so sure anymore

[lovecla]

TAKE IT EASY (OTHERWISE I’M LEAVING) | connor bedard.

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, single chapter:

ᡣ𐭩 — pair: connor bedard x fmc (olivia)

ᡣ𐭩 — synopsis: in which connor bedard’s girlfiend, olivia, is tired of seeing her boyfriend destroy himself every single day.

ᡣ𐭩 — word count: 3.1k

ᡣ𐭩 — chapter warnings: inspired by the song “you” by chase atlantic, angst, hurt with a dash of comfort.

ᡣ𐭩 — from me to you: the second chase atlantic released this album i knew i had to write something inspired by it. i missed writing for bedsy and since he’s our golden, hardworking boy, i thought this was very fitting. hope u like it 🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩

but you've been diggin' up the truth

haven't slept in like four nights now

blame it on substance abuse

out in the deep end, i'm swimmin', i'm swimmin' again

YOU WOKE up startled with the loud bang coming from somewhere inside your apartment, your whole body jumping and your heart starting to race inside your chest.

Now, almost fully awake, you stare at the clock sitting on your bedside table, reading the time. 4:13 a.m., and when you pat the other side of the bed, where your boyfriend of two years should be laying, you frown as you find it empty and lukewarm to the touch.

“Connor?” You whisper, scared to wake him up unnecessarily, even if you knew he wasn’t lying with you in bed. Again.

You get up, the fabric of his old Blackhawks sweater heating up your skin, as you put on your slippers and leave the bedroom, noticing traces of Connor’s absence here and there— his slippers aren’t by his side of the bed, his duffel bag isn’t on the hallway like it usually is, his water bottle isn’t on the couch like he had left it last night, when you both went no sleep at one in the morning.

So that’s why you don’t understand what he’s doing by the front door, ready to leave, even if he had only slept for three hours.

“Connor?” You call again, watching as his blue eyes look at you, surprise and guilt decorating his expression like a famous painting hanging on the Louvre’s wall. “What are you doing?”

Your voice is still soft, and despite the scare, your eyes can barely stay open. You’re tired, tonight was the first night you had allowed yourself to sleep freely since now you were done with your exams. And you were happy because you managed to convince Connor to come home earlier, at eleven instead of midnight, just so you could spend some time together, like you used to do when you started dating.

“Liv, hey,” he whispers, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

That’s when you realize what he’s doing. The bag, the stick on his hand, the outfit. He’s—

“Are you serious right now?” You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. “You’re going to the rink? At four in the morning?”

“Baby, you know I need to,” he tries to sound convincing and if it wasn’t for the fact that this is probably the hundredth time he’s done this, you would’ve actually believed him. “We have a game coming up and—”

“Yes, I am well aware of that, Connor. But you went to sleep at one. Two nights ago, you also went to sleep at one and woke up at five. And the night before, and the night before that too.”

You don’t try to hide your feelings anymore. You want him to know you’re upset, and you want him to know that this, whatever the hell he’s doing, isn’t okay.

“I know, baby, but you know I have to keep practicing so I can help the guys.” He’s now facing you, his body visibly tense.

“That doesn’t even make sense, Connor, what the hell. There are other twenty fucking people in your team, you’re not the only player there. It’s not your responsibility only!” You cover your face with your hands, truly upset.

“Liv,” he calls your name, and it hurts to even hear it, because his voice is so full of guilt and shame. It makes you feel sick. “You’re not being reasonable right now. This is the NHL. You know how hard I’ve worked for this. There are people counting on me.”

“And I’m not one of them?” You whisper, making eye contact again, only to realize you’re not strong enough to have this conversation at four in the morning.

“Liv—”

“It’s fine, Connor. Go to practice.” You sigh, making your way back to the bedroom, praying that he doesn’t notice the tears running down your cheeks.

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you said, "take it easy, otherwise i'm leaving

yeah, i don't wanna stay and watch you die",

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CONNOR HAD an injury.

His jaw had been fractured, and he had to go to surgery to fix it. You were in the arena watching the game with Connor’s sister when it happened, and you had never been so scared.

You know Hockey is about hitting people as much as it is about playing and winning, but you won’t lie and say your heart doesn’t hurt inside your chest whenever you see Connor getting hurt on the ice.

And you aren’t dumb. You know that some players will purposefully hurt him just because he’s good. And even if people aren’t one hundred percent sure that that is what happened that night, you still remember the terrible feeling of losing when you were in the ambulance with Connor to the hospital, trying your hardest not to cry in front of anyone because you know what they would say.

She’s not tough enough to date a NHL player.

But you believed yourself to be tough. The only problem with all of this is that you knew Bedard would never take great care of himself, meaning that you’d have to be with him twenty-four-seven, which wouldn’t be a problem, if only he accepted your help.

Now, four weeks after the surgery, you’re inside the United Center, the Blackhawks arena in Chicago, stomping your feet as you walk towards the rink, the sound of your steps being muffled by Connor’s constant skating.

“Connor.”

You have to call him a few times so that he can finally get out of his head and look at you; once again, those blameworthy eyes looking down at you, as he skates closer to the benches where you were standing.

“Liv.”

“What do you think you’re doing, Connor?” You snap. “You’re supposed to be resting. You’re definitely not supposed to be on the ice.”

“I know, but my jaw is just fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He removes his helmet, running his gloved hand through his hair.

“It didn’t seem like it was fine last night when you had to swallow a bunch of pain pills because it was hurting. Connor, don’t you see what you’re doing to yourself?” You can feel your face heating up, and you’re trying so hard to keep your shit together but— “You have to allow your body to rest. If you keep up with this, you won’t get better—”

“That’s not an option, Liv, and you know it,” he hissed back, now looking more distressed than guilty. “This is my life. And I did allow myself to rest, I spent four weeks doing absolutely nothing, just like the doctor asked me to.”

“He said six to eight weeks, Connor,” you sigh, tired, not actually believing you’re having this conversation with him. “Please. Just think about how I feel when I know you’re not well enough to be here yet you still are.”

He pressed his lips together, placing his stick on the floor next to him and moving his helmet around his hands.

“Liv, you know I love you but this— Hockey is what I am. It’s what I do. You have to understand—”

“And I have done nothing but understand you!” You shout, finally losing your cool and snapping at him, your loud voice echoing through the empty arena’s walls. Connor takes a step back, but now you’ve already started and you won’t can’t stop. “Ever since we met, I have been nothing but understanding. I stood by your side at all times, even when what you were doing wasn’t healthy for you!”

“Olivia—”

“I went to sleep alone and cried more nights than you could ever imagine,” your voice cracks, and your stubborn tears are already rolling down your face. “I still supported you no matter what. I cooked your meals, I packed your bags, I went to those ridiculous gala dinners and I did it all with pleasure because I love you and you’re supposed to do these types of things for the people you love!”

“Baby—”

“So you don’t get to stand in front of me and ask me to understand how badly you treat yourself and how you don’t care about anything else besides Hockey when I gave up everything to be with you!” You try to wipe your face, stepping back when Connor tries to reach you. He frowns when you flinch. “I gave up my freedom because I wanted to be with you and God knows I’d do it all over again because I fucking love you.”

“Baby, I know all of this and I’m grateful, I really am but—”

You let out a wet chuckle, shaking your head. “There’s always a but with you.”

“Hockey is important to me, baby.”

“And I am not.”

The silence after your words is cruel, and it tears you apart, scratching your skin and making your insides hurt. His blue eyes, your favorite color to ever exist, are also filled with tears and you hate to see it. You hate to feel bad about saying these things.

The thing about loving someone is that the thread between giving up yourself for them and giving yourself to them is really thin.

You love Connor Bedard. Have loved him for years now. He makes you happy, he listens to you, he’s your best friend.

“You know that’s not true, Liv,” he gets closer, the sound of his skates hitting the ice making you want to puke. “You know you’re more important to me than any of this. You know I love you.”

“No, Connor, I don’t,” you whisper, smiling even when all you feel is pain. “I can’t do this. I won’t watch you d-destroy yourself and not do anything.”

He removes his gloves quickly and grabs your wrist, cold fingers holding your arm down. “Olivia, wait.”

“No,” You shake your head. “I need time. Sorry.”

You don’t look at his face as you leave the arena, and you certainly don’t listen to his voice shouting your name, over and over again.

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i don't know what to do

i’m stuck in a loop, stuck in a loop

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HE WATCHES you talking to the children from afar.

You’re sitting on the floor, and it’s so obvious you’re better different from everyone else at the party. The children surround you like you’re their favorite princess or superhero, all of them wanting a little bit of your attention.

Connor feels like he should be offended, since those kids were there to see his team in the first place. It was some kind of reunion Foligno arranged with the media team, inviting some of his son’s friends and some other children with less opportunities.

But he isn’t. First of all, he’s thankful because if it weren’t for your charm, he would be the one having to deal with the children, something he wasn’t very fond of. Sure, he likes kids and he’s happy they like him, but if he could avoid social interactions, he would.

Besides that, watching you happy is something that he had missed, and he feels like shit for it. He knows he hasn’t been a good boyfriend, and he knows he should do better. Ever since that one night at the rink, you haven’t been the same.

But if he thinks about it too much, he realizes that you haven’t been yourself for a long time now.

And it hurts.

It hurts because he doesn’t know what to do. He loves you, the very first girl he fell in love with, but he also loves Hockey. As a young player in the NHL, he feels like he constantly needs to prove himself to others, and since people give him so much attention, he needs to keep on being a good player.

He doesn’t know how to balance things, how not to spend hours and hours without end on the ice, muting all of his doubts and worries while he keeps throwing the puck in the net.

You smile at a little boy who’s now handing you a flower, and Connor smiles as he watches you ask the little boy to put it on your hair, laughing when the other kids stop their babbling to clap at your newest look.

You make eye contact with him, and he feels himself getting devastated when he notices that the shine in your eyes lessened a little when you looked at him.

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(why do you hate me?)

i could never hate you, despite the words that you've been sayin'

i’ve been having breakthroughs

and hoping you were proud, just maybe

anxiety drives me insane, and my newest addiction is pain

i know i said it was a ‘phase’

five years later, still stuck in my brain

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CLOSING THE front door with a sigh, you let your first sob out. The tears won’t stop, and you don’t bother to wipe them, it would be pointless.

All you want to do is slide down to the floor and stay there, letting the hardwood hurt your back and get you dirty, but you can’t. Your car decided to break in the middle of the road on your way back from college, and you had to walk until you found the nearest telephone to call your insurance company, which would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the terrible storm going on, the water drops penetrating your thin shirt like you weren’t even wearing anything in the first place.

It’s just one of those days where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong, but you’re already so fed up with life lately that this all seems too much.

“Liv? What happened, baby?”

You lift your head up faster than you should've, because now you can see tiny, black dots floating around in your vision. You weren’t expecting to see Connor at your house, much less wearing the apron you gave him when he prepared his first dish by himself two years ago— a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Connor,” you whisper, not looking him in the eye. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I texted you,” he says, removing the apron that read “cook it yourself, cunt”. “What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

You don’t say anything, mostly because you’re certain that if you let one little word slip past your lips you’ll start crying uncontrollably once again, so you just shake your head and leave your things on the floor beside you, walking past him so you could get to your room.

He’s quick to follow, though, watching as you remove your wet clothes and get in the shower, both of you silent and lost in your own thoughts.

Not talking to Connor about your feelings feels weird, but you can’t help but feel like you’re holding him back. It’s sickening, because all you want is to stay with him and be happy, but sometimes loving is also letting go.

You get out of the shower, feeling the tears coming back when you spot the change of clothes Connor left for you on top of the toilet lid— his shirt, his pants, your favorite panties.

He knows you too well. He knows who you are as a person and he knows who you want to become. He knows your fears and your ambitions, he knows your dreams and hopes. He knows what you stand for and what you absolutely despise.

He knows you.

You change, and leave the bathroom quickly, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep for days.

“Some lady from your insurance company just called, saying your car will be ready next week,” Connor says, and only then you noticed he’d been standing next to your wardrobe the entire time, crossed arms in front of his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me your car was broken?”

You shrug. “I knew you were at practice. Didn’t want to bother you.”

“So you walked home? In the rain?” You can tell by his tone that he’s upset, but there’s nothing much you can do.

“I mean, what did you want me to do?” You scoff. “My phone died and I had no cash on me. And honestly, we both know that you would never leave the ice for something like this.”

“Liv, you know that’s not true,” he whispers, getting closer to you. “You know that I’d leave at any moment if I even knew you needed me.”

“Whatever,” you mumble before reaching for your phone in your bag, the device thankfully still dry, and put it to charge, removing the hundreds of pillows you have on top of your bed and throwing them on the carpet floor, already visualizing the amazing sleep you’d have.

“What are you doing?” You feel his hands on your back, his body closer to yours than it’s been in a while. “You haven’t had dinner yet. I cooked…”

His sad tone makes you break again, and you hate yourself for it. But you still love him so much, and it hurts to see what you’ve become.

“Liv, please, tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads, turning you around and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’ll fix it, I promise. Just tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“Can you fix us?” You whisper, resting your head against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. He smells like home and the winter. “Can you fix what we’ve become?”

He’s quiet for a while, long fingers caressing your hair, like he used to do back when you had started dating.

“I’m trying, I swear I am,” he whispers back, and you can finally hear genuineness in his voice. “You’re everything to me, baby, and I won’t lose you.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on Hockey,” you explain, watching as your tears stain his shirt. “I’m just asking you to take care of yourself. Connor, I need you to take care of yourself.”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry,” he kisses your cheek, the first time his lips touch you in more than two weeks. “I’m so sorry.”

You listen to his heartbeat and sigh, choosing not to say anything. You know the only way you can find out if he’s being genuine or not is with time, because only it will tell if you’re fixable or not.

But as you let yourself sleep close to his body that night, losing yourself between the sheets and his arms, you can finally breathe again.

Because he said he’ll try, and Connor Bedard always tries his hardest with everything.

[melancholicmelanin]

Girl...

[chaos-thirium]

Low-ranking CyberLife employee Marie usually finds her job pretty uneventful, until she’s assigned to work with the state-of-the-art prototype RK800, the detective model known as Connor. She’s met hundreds of androids, but something about this one gets under her skin, and she soon finds herself in the middle of a very ill-advised crush. Despite his lack of emotions, Connor and Marie bond fairly quickly, but soon wind up on opposite sides of an android revolution that she supports and he is ordered to prevent.

When the deviant hunter goes deviant himself, he must find a place in the world where he can be free. And Marie must find a way to help him without ending up with a broken heart. Because even though he can feel emotions, an android and a human together is impossible, right?

Connor x OFC. Rated M.

Read on AO3. This is the big one, the first fic I wrote in this fandom!

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Featuring MJ from Spider-Man as Marie! Selfie manip in the bottom left by my friend. Left-hand Connor pic by vrtuellereality/ellellebe.)