#dbh simon x reader

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Can you write Jericho crew with a human s/o who honestly doesn’t act like one. Her reactions are kind of late, almost delayed. She doesn’t blink for a long period of time, nobody has ever seen her eat or drink before, and oddly enough, if you stare long enough, you can convince yourself she doesn’t even breathe, she could pass as an android if she wanted to!!

(She is indeed human, and she eats- quite frequently! she’s just a lil strange LMAO)

Authors note: I didn’t know whether the person requesting this meant a for it to be headcanons or a Drabble sooo pls accept my headcanons (even tho their like, super late sorry 😭)

Characters: The Jericho crew

Pairings: Markus x reader, Simon x reader, Josh x reader

☮ Markus ☮

-To be honest, when he first met you, he 100% thought you were an andriod 💀

-Like he just took one look at you and fr thought you were an Android that’s not racist right?

-And he kept thinking you were an Android for like months

-Even as you both started to date he never realized you were human

-To be fair, when you both held hands you were always cold, he never saw you eat, pretty sure bros never even seen you blink

-It wasnt until your one year anniversary that he realized you were human

-It’s when you made dinner, giving him a glass of thirium and a plate of spaghetti for yourself

-Bro was legit just standing there like 🧍

-Like…how come you can eat..?? Real food.?????

-Lead to a very lengthy and ngl, funny conversation

-He never treats you any differently what-so-ever tho ❤️

👱🏻‍♂️Simon 👱🏻‍♂️

-(can u tell I didn’t know what emoji to put for Simon?)

-Simon was honestly so confused when he met you

-At first he thought you were human since other humans introduced you to him after the revolution

-But when he stared long enough, you didn’t look like you even breath

-So he concluded you must be an Android

-But then as you began to date him and you two were cuddling one day, you were asleep so he was insanely confused

-bro said: ❓❓

-Things like this kept happening but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking

-So he did what any sensible person would do

-He made out with you for as long as he could to see if you would pull away for air 😀

-Long story short, you were very much human and you two had a long talk about how it’s ok for him to just ask

💜Josh 💜

-When Josh first met you, he really couldn’t make up his mind whether or not you were an Android

-But to be honest, he didn’t dwell on it for long

-He just didn’t want to judge and plus, he was pretty smitten the moment you two met

-He could’ve cared less whether you were an Android or a human

-He just cared about you

-Buuuut that’s not to say he wasn’t curious

-So he did the most insane. thing.

-He asked you.

-Once it was cleared up, he asked you out right there and then lol

-He just wanted to make sure you were comfortable dating and Android if you were human

-Literally spoils you btw

[swanimagines]

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

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

For anyone who's concerned, THESE ARE NOT ONESHOT COLLECTIONS, they are made using AO3's "series" feature.

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Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

[gaydr0id]

✨happy disability awareness month i bestow upon you the most self indulgent thing i have ever written✨

Double the Android, Double the Care

Sometimes getting out of bed is difficult, but your boyfriends are more than happy to keep you company.

Pairing: Simon & Daniel/GNAFAB Reader

Rating: E

Words: 1164

You awake as you fell asleep, naked limbs tangled in a mess of cotton. "Good morning," you murmur into Simon's bare chest.

Large eyes flutter open as Simon is pulled from stasis. "Good morning," he greets with a smile.

You have become cognizant enough to notice the two of you are alone in the room. "Where's Danny?"

His LED spins yellow for a moment as he contacts the other android. "Making breakfast."

Even laying comfortably against the warm chassis of your boyfriend, there is a dull ache in your muscles. The pain grows louder and more intrusive as you attempt to prop yourself up. A wave of fatigue sends you crashing back down on top of Simon. He places a comforting hand on the small of your back, silently urging you not to get up before you are ready.

"Good morning." The voice is similar to Simon's, but it doesn't come from him.

"Morning," you mutter in return.

"I'm making waffles," says Daniel, from behind you. "Would you like me to bring you one?"

"No, I want to eat at the table. I just need a minute."

"I'll never complain about more cuddle time." Another body slides into bed with you, pressing up against your back. Daniel nuzzles into your neck, leaving a series of kisses there.

You let out a soft moan, angling your head to expose more of your skin to his mouth. He indulges the invitation, delicately sucking and nipping at your neck. Your hands grab greedily at Simon, pelvis instinctively grinding into his side. Sensing your want, or perhaps acting on his own, Simon shifts to face you, propping your thigh up onto his hip.

"Does that feel ok?" he checks in.

You nod. Any strain the stretch may put on you is soothed by his heat. You've never been sure if older models simply run hotter due to less efficient cooling or if it was an intentional design decision. Either way, the naturally high temperature of PL600s does wonders for your chronic pain.

Simon curls in to meet your lips with his own, kissing you deep and passionately. His cock begins to stiffen against you, so close to the place it longs to be.

"You want to be inside me, baby boy?" you speak into his lips.

The answer is clear without the question being asked, but you revel in the way those cloudy blue eyes fill with lust as he whispers, "yes."

"You have permission. You too, Danny, if you'd like to."

"Yes, please," Daniel murmurs into the pink spots he's left on your skin.

You bury your face in Simon's soft chest hair, gasping as he slides into your slick cunt. You gasp again as cool lubricant presses into your other hole. Daniel slowly works your ass open with his fingers while Simon breathes praise into your ear. Once you are loose, Danny's fingers are replaced with his cock. If it were a better pain day there might be a friendly sense of competition between the two androids, both thrusting relentlessly to see whose name you moan first. Today, however, they are much more focused on keeping you comfortable.

Simon's cock is perfectly angled to caress your pleasure spot every time he eases into you. Daniel is equally considerate, pulling almost all the way out then slowly sinking back in so you can feel every inch of him stretching your insides. Blissful noises reverberate between two broad chests. Pain has a tendency to melt away when Simon and Daniel are inside you. Pleasure dominates every other sensation in your body, heart as full as your holes. It's sex like this that makes you understand the phrase "making love". That's exactly what it feels like. Love is birthed in this sweet melody of converging bodies.

Their individual traumas may have broken some of their softer edges into jagged defenses, but you've never been afraid of getting cut. Your boys have never treated you with anything less than the tenderness you would expect from their model. At first you worried that it was your disability that disarmed them, incapable of seeing you as a threat through their pity, but you eventually came to understand that they were simply mirroring your own disposition. You treated them with more compassion than any human ever had and in return they treated you with a care they had thought themselves no longer capable of.

Simon and Daniel could stay like this forever, relishing in the sound of you, the feel of you. Unfortunately, you do not possess the stamina of an able bodied human, much less that of an android. You're hungry and thirsty, your bladder is full, and pain is slowly creeping its way back into your body.

"I'm really enjoying this," you breath into the space between your lovers, "but I need a break."

Daniel leaves a few parting kisses on your shoulder before pulling away. Simon aids you off of him. You take deep breaths as your muscles adjust to the new position. Once the pain subsides, you shift again, finally turning to face Daniel. He is fully clothed, as he usually is, dressed in a black hoodie and gray joggers. He stands up and offers you his hand. You accept the assistance, using his strong forearm to stabilize yourself as you climb out of bed. Simon appears on the other side of you, holding a pair of underwear and an over-sized tee shirt.

You chuckle as you take the clothes from him. "You should worry about dressing yourself."

Simon smiles sheepishly at you. "I will. I just wanted to help."

"I know, baby." You raise onto your tiptoes to leave a peck on the android's cheek. "I appreciate it."

You sway a bit on the way back down and Daniel catches you in a tight hug. He kisses over the accumulation of marks he's already left on your neck.

"Haven't you gotten enough of that?" you complain, playfully.

"Never enough," he murmurs before sinking his teeth into your flesh.

"You vampire!" you squeal. "Stop before you get me right back in bed."

"What if that's what I want?" Daniel teases.

"Maybe after breakfast," Simon suggests.

"Yeah, I have to pee so bad," you admit.

When you emerge from the bathroom Simon is on the couch, now dressed, cradling his acoustic guitar. Daniel is in the kitchen, transferring a golden waffle from the iron to a plate. He drizzles a small amount of maple syrup over top before adding a handful of fresh berries and setting it on the table in front of you.

"Looks amazing, Danny, thank you."

"Would you like me to make you another?"

"One's enough for now. Go jam with Simon."

Daniel leaves a parting kiss on your forehead before retreating to the couch. You listen to him experiment with different beats on his drum pad while Simon plays with chord progressions, and you know there is nowhere else in the world you would rather be.

[mx-pastelwriting]

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[ersatz-ostrich]

DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader

Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.

[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.

Connor:

Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after

By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op

And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything

“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”

When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)

I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type

He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels

Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle

“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”

He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds

Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it 

If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses

Nines:

As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can

He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go

Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb

Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream

“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”

If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you

Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you

He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy

Markus:

This obviously isn’t his first rodeo

If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep

Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative

At home, he’s got you covered

No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it

With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics

If you’re in pain, worry not

Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles

He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand

Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined

Simon:

He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android

Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side

Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs

Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet

If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being

He’s a wizard with chores and errands

It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out

Gavin:

Would totally take off work to help you recover

Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers

“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina

“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler

“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”

Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)

I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you

Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want

He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it

If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)

To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

“Do you imagine yourself or an oc when reading x reader fics?”

Me if I imagined myself in x reader fics:

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

[queerminalminds]

TITLE: It’ll be okay…

Connor had been working for the DPD for a little over a year at this point. He had grown close with Hank, him being almost like a father to Connor. He had gained respect among his peers at the station and was treated equally as all of the other officers were. Currently himself and Hank were on a case at a very fancy hotel.

"So what are we looking at?" Connor questioned as he approached Hank and another officer.

"1 Android 1 human in suite 200, reports say they've heard yelling and heard signs of physical abuse. Android might be armed so approach with caution." The officer told the pair and Connor nodded as he started to head towards the elevator.

"Connor one more thing, it seems the human was being abused, it might not be such a good thing for you to go in there, let Hank handle it." The officer told Connor seriously.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Connor gave his fellow officer a soft smile as he headed to suite 200 with Hank. They both entered the elevator together and rid up to the top floor of the building, where all the fancy suites were.

"Let me go first." Hank told Connor as they got off the elevator and were stood at the rooms door. Connor nodded and stood behind the Lieutenant. Hank kicked open the door with his gun raised slowly walking around the room with Connor following close behind.

Since the suite was so big Connor and Hank took separate ways to find the suspect and the victim, they had assumed the suspect was still in the vicinity somewhere. Connor made his way towards the dining room, where a large table with a white, long cloth cover was sitting. He slowly walked past the table making sure his guard was up, Connor suddenly heads quiet soft cries, his LED started blinking yellow processing what he was hearing, it turned back to a blue as he kneeled at the middle of the table. Connor lifted up the sheet that was covering the dining table to find a man shaking and crying softly.

"N-no, please don't! Leave me alone." The man cried as he tried to hide himself from Connor, inching backwards to try and get away. Connor's LED started blinking yellow once more as he decided how to handle the situation. The reports said there was a human being abused by an android, of course he would be scared of him, Connor was an android after all.

"It's okay, here." Connor spoke quietly to the shaken man, reaching out his hand for the other to touch. The man stopped shaking and skeptically looked at him and his held out hand, he slowly reached out his own hand to come into contact with Connor's. The other man's hand caressed Connor's as his breathing started to normalize and his tears were fading.

"That's it, it'll be okay." Connor smiled at the man who slowly made his way from under the table, still holding onto Connor's hand.

"What's your name?" Connor asked as he rubbed his thumb over the other man's hand slowly, trying to comfort him as much as possible.

"Y/N L/N." The other man replied, his voice still shaking from fear, Connor fully grasped the other man's hand and let him out of the dining room towards one of the many couches in the living room area. He sat Y/N down and sat closely next to him.

"T-thank you for helping me, I-I don't know how long I've been here." Y/N confessed as he shivered, it was then when Connor finally noticed the other man's state. Y/N's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn with big holes and dirty, he had bruises covering a good portion of his body, or at least the parts of his body that were showing. Connor realized how much danger Y/N was actually in, hoping that Hank had found the android who caused this.

"My partner is looking for the android who did this to you, is it still in the suite?" Connor asked as Y/N leaned his weight towards Connor, passing out from exhaustion probably. Connor did a scan to make sure the man was breathing and he was. Connor smiled and moved a piece a hair out of Y/N's eye and didn't move him.

"Gotcha! This son of a birch was hiding in the closet of the master bedroom, almost got away from me slippery thing!" Hank exclaimed as he burst into the room holding an android in handcuffs in front of him. Connor quickly shushed the other man and gestured to the man lying in his lap, sound asleep.

"Victim?" Hank questioned from his spot in the doorway and Connor nodded silently as he looked back down at Y/N.

"Well I'll be at the car with this thing, come down when you're both ready." Hank smirked as he left with the android suspect.

Connor was left in silence with Y/N still sleeping on him, he wasn't sure what to do. Let the man sleep or get him up to go down to the station? He had decided to stay for the moment, letting Y/N sleep a bit longer before having to give his statement.

"It'll be okay." Connor whispered as he leaned back on the couch himself.

A/N: Hey new book yay! Currently this and my doctor who one will be active, leave any requests in the comments, ao3 and wattpad same username as here. This was kinda shit but I somehow thought of it before I went to bed last night and had to write down the plot lol.

[vikkirosko]

🍳 Simon x human!Reader headcanons The past 💙

Simon never told the others about his past. He was one of the first to come to Jericho, one of the first to hide in the darkness of an abandoned cargo ship. But that didn't mean that Simon had forgotten the life he had. He remembered well the family he lived in, the married couple for whom he did household chores and you. You were the child of a married couple in whose house he worked, you came to visit your parents every Friday, often stayed on weekends and were always kind to him. Your parents never understood why you were kind to him, to a machine that existed only to follow orders, but it was as if you saw a living person in him, which eventually caused him to have feelings that shouldn't have been there

He often listened to you talk about funny things at work, you told him about how you got caught in the rain when you went grocery shopping, how you swore and put up with friends, and sometimes you said that Simon would be the perfect guy, with his kind nature and listening ability. At such moments, his heart skipped a beat. He understood that the feelings he had for you were not part of his program. It was broken, but he didn't want it to be fixed. He dreamed of feeling the feelings that humans in love experienced, he wanted to be with you as an equal, as someone who could experience both happy and sad moments of life next to you. One day, when you were helping him in the kitchen, to the further displeasure of your parents, Simon asked if you could ever fall in love with an android. His question surprised you, but you could see the excitement and sincerity on his face. The emotions you saw caused you to have a soft, sincere smile, after which you quietly told him that there was only one android, and in principle a person you were ready to love, after which you gently kissed him. To your shared horror, your parents came at this very moment. You had to hurry to stop them, yelling at Simon to run. Your parents were furious and Simon obviously wouldn't have gotten off lightly if they'd gotten to him. That was the last time he saw you, but his feelings for you haven't gone away

Simon was one of the key participants in the androids' struggle for freedom. When it was over, he helped his comrades as much as he could, but he did not forget about you. He wanted to believe that you were safe, maybe you left Detroit, or maybe you went to Canada. He knew perfectly well that the chance of you meeting again was extremely small and all he needed to be happy was to know that you were safe. However, his confidence was shaken when Marcus came to him and told him that someone had come to see him. He didn't answer when Simon asked who had come to him, as if trying to keep the secret. When Simon entered the room where he was supposed to be waiting, he first saw a familiar silhouette, and then a familiar face. It was you. Your eyes were reddened with tears and your hands were shaking, but when you saw Simon, your lips stretched out in a sincere, happy smile, after which your legs gave way and Simon hurried to hold you to prevent you from falling

You told him that when they started fighting for androids' rights, your parents really went to Canada, but you stayed, even though they tried to convince you to quit and go with them. Your resolve became stronger when you saw Simon on TV. You couldn't leave knowing that he might be in danger. Knowing full well that you couldn't meet Simon, you tried to help as much as you could. You tried to help the androids as much as you could and kept following the news, hoping that Simon would be okay. He saw how you were ready to cry again when you told him about how you saw on the news about how the military surrounded them. After that, you couldn't stay away anymore. You should have seen Simon and he was grateful to you for coming to him, that you did not forget him and did not turn away from him despite the fact that many humans, including your parents, turned away from androids

You were ready to help them as much as you could, even if there were those who were against you. Marcus saw how sincerely you tried to help them and saw how his friend followed you with a gentle look, and he just couldn't help but smile. Simon didn't bring it up, but he hoped that you still had feelings for him and that you were ready to accept him and his feelings. Now you could ignore the fact that you were human and he was an android, but so far he was silent, realizing that now was far from the most appropriate moment for such conversations. But when the position of the androids became more stable, he could ask you about it and hope that your feelings, as well as his, remained unchanged

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He stared at you as you patched up another guy's wounds. He could feel something boiling up inside him and he couldn't tell what it was but something about the view just didn't feel right. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, it was all wrong but he couldn't stop feeling that nor could he take his eyes off of how you praised that another guy for taking the pain, how you softly held his arm, how you.... it should have been hi- he immediately looked away as he gulped.

"Are you done?" He didn't dare look at you cause he knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from realizing his feeling.

"Almost" you replied softly as your eyes trained on the rookie that was tagging along with you both.

"Hurry up" Was all he replied as he decided to scout the place a little more.

After a while of him investigating the surrounding he came back to see you sitting there, patching your own wounds. He hated how you hid your Injuries just to not make others worry.

"You're hurt" He frowned as he kneeled in front of you and snatched the med kit from your hand.

"I'm sorry" you felt guilty not cause you didnt tell him but cause you made him worry. All he did was shook his head and sigh. He knew you were too stubborn to reason with and he loved that thing about you just as much as he hated it.

"Where's the rookie?" He questioned to change the topic. He couldn't help himself, he thought the feeling would leave but it just sat there waiting to burst open.

"I don't know,"  You shrugged, you knew that the rookie was smart and strong enough to look after himself.

"You should know" he scoffed

"What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Come on, you think I didn't see you being all flirty with him" He said in a hushed tone. The image of you and that rookie.... or someone else kept replaying in his mind. Was he scared of losing you? What was this feeling? He was terrified of even thinking but he couldn't control his tongue.

"Are you jealous...?" You were unsure if he was or not, you didn't want to jump to conclusions but what he said made you curious.

"I don't know..." He sighed as he finished patching up your wound and sat beside you as he stared up at the ceiling.

"What are we?" He asked.

A question both of you always ignored.. a question to which both of you knew answer to. It never felt this way... the feeling felt so invisible but today seeing you being happy with someone else made him realize what it was and he was terrified to admit it. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want to admit that he had fallen head over heels for you.

"I don't know...." You looked at him as a feeling of fear took over. You knew too that you loved him but you were too scared to admit it, too scared to face the feeling.

"I'm not sure what this is between us but it's getting real hard to ignore" He chuckled

"I think I know what it is" you smiled as you looked at him

"Good. I didn't wanna say it just yet" He returned your smile as he looked into your eyes.

The uncertainty was gone and now was replaced with the feeling of peace and acceptance. You both loved each other and it just felt right. It wasn't some cat and mouse chase, it wasn't some toxic stuff. It was all there, healing you both slowly and softly. the feelings have had always been there but both of you were too stubborn to realize them.. you both refused to accept them.

"You know right I'll always be by your side?" You say softly

"I know. Just you and me, yeah?" He smiled as he looked at you softly. You could see the love in his eyes and it just felt right.

"Just me and you"

Feel free to think of any character you wish to! Thank you for reading! Please take care of yourself <3

[chin-chilla-7]

I just got finished with a spy x family episode and this came up! What about DBH boys (Connor, Simon, Markus) With a female reader who is just like Yor Forger!

She’s very sweet looking, and nobody would suspect she packs quite a mean punch when protecting someone or herself, and unusually strong!

Hey anon! So sorry about the wait on this. I'll be honest part of it is due to me not knowing anything about spy x family, so I will just be going off the little description you've given in this ask! And it certainly won't stop me from trying.

Each Connor, Simon, and Markus would initially find the reader quite unassuming. To say they underestimate her is not exactly accurate, but they certainly don't expect the strength and punch she packs.

Connor witnessed it during a case. He's in the process of analyzing some evidence at a crime scene when he hears a disturbance. It was an argument, from what he could tell, between you and someone else trying to tamper with the crime scene or simply initiating some aggression because, like Connor, they misjudge exactly how strong you could be. At the sound of raised voices - yours being one of them - Connor is quick to make his way over to the disturbance, intending to intervene if necessary. Though, it quickly becomes apparent that it isn't necessary.

You've knocked the aggressor clean on their ass. One punch to the face was enough to send them falling backwards right on their ass. You probably even broke their nose. Connor, he's... well, to be honest, he's a little surprised. You aren't often in situations such as this one. And while you do work for the DPD, it's not often he sees you demonstrate exactly why you were hired in the first place.

Even though you punched someone to the point of a concussion, Connor can't help but still make sure you're okay. Physically, mentally, whatever, he wants to make sure the encounter didn't shake you up too bad. Even if you've assured you're fine and that he doesn't need to check you over, he's still doing a scan, just to be sure.

This is something he certainly does not forget about you. And while he still worries, given the fact that your appearance is deceiving compared to your actual ability, he's a little more at ease to know that you can hold your own when you need to. He's aware that people will go for those who seem weaker, and while he knows you aren't weak, at a glance, people are quick to think otherwise about you.

---

Simon, while not a coward, does prefer to take the pacifist route at any given opportunity. You're someone who's the same, unless you have absolutely no choice. And that was the case here. You were with Simon, just the two of you. You had excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back, you see that someone had approached Simon, and you noticed that Simon was less than comfortable about the interaction. It wasn't until you were a few steps away that you could hear exactly what was going on.

It was some anti-android guy going off - he must have recognized Simon someone. Which, come on, he's not the only PL600 to exist. Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was this guy was going off on Simon, and while Simon was trying to defuse the situation, he wasn't getting anywhere successful. Simon was trying to talk the other down, but the guy seemed pissed, which started to piss you off. It didn't help that the guy suddenly grabbed Simon - that's when you knew you had to step in.

"Hey!" Was all you said, which seemed to startle the guy long enough for you to grab his shoulder, turning him so you could swiftly punch him in the gut. He quickly doubled over, falingl to the ground, and Simon stumbled back, staring at the scene in shock. His mouth was agape as he looked between you and the guy, now groaning on the ground. There was even a slight tint of blue on Simon's face at the sight, which you may have noticed if you weren't still upset with the interaction.

"Whoa... I didn't know you had that in you..." Simon said, nearly stepping towards the guy to help him. But he stopped himself, mainly because you held your hand out to stop him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," you responded, looking over to him and managing a smile. Despite the circumstances, it was cute to see the way Simon reacted to this.

"What, so we just... leave him?"

"Well, he was a prick, soo..."

---

Markus was often used to being the protector. And with you, it was a no brainer that you were someone he felt drawn to protect. And it was cute, and you never had a problem with it. But sometimes even the protector needs a little helping hand. Especially when you've got no problem fighting your own battles.

Being the leader of the android revolution meant that Markus got a lot of attention. And being a close friend of the leader of the android revolution meant you got a lot of attention as well. Both good and bad. This was an instance of the bad. Some name calling, some yelling, asking how you could ever support something like this when all the androids do is take and take and blah blah blah.

Really, you weren't listening. You had grown used to it at this point, it was something you could easily tune out.

Though, it was clear that the people nagging you were not a fan of being ignored. Markus was only a little ways ahead of you, but it was still enough of a distance that he couldn't stop the way they grabbed you to look at them. A small struggle ensued, which caught Markus' attention. He was quick to rush over to you, pulling off one of the two attacking you, but it seemed you had the rest of it under control.

A quick knee between the legs was enough to throw them off their balance, then an elbow to the chest knocked the wind out of them long enough for you to get away. As you escaped their grasp, you kept yourself ready, knees bent, arms up, ready for anything more they had to throw your way. Of course, the kerfuffle was enough to get the attention from onlookers, and the attackers found it best to avoid further humiliation.

With them submitting to defeat, Markus looked to you, first making sure you were okay. Once that was settled, he found himself looking at you with an impressed smile. "Maybe you should be the one protecting me," he joked.

"Maybe," You said, relaxing now that you weren't in danger anymore. "At least I'd know you'd be safer."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Do We Call It Fate?

Actor!Connor X F!Actress!Reader Simon Riley X John MacTavish Alex Keller X Farah Karim

Everyone knew the new grooms were off taking photos with their families and respected wedding parties, so Connor knew better than to complain about having to stand around. Especially when he had a gorgeous woman still hanging off of his arm so casually, almost as if she was meant to be there.

a/n: we have a crossover baby! i have not written a fic like this in years, so I'm hoping it's up to par!

Connor had been sitting ramrod straight nearly the entire ceremony, eyes flicking around the large room as the two men read off their vows. The moment was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but with how many people were here? It was almost overwhelming to think about. He’d watched you walk in with Alex and Farah. They both looked gorgeous, from Alex’s form fitting forest green tux, to Farah’s deep burgundy dress. However, he had barely been able to take his eyes off of you, the way your dress clung so deliciously to your body. You’d worn simple jewelry, putting the main focus on your natural beauty instead.

The two of you had met on more than one occasion, having worked together on many projects in the past. Connor usually played a side character whenever you were the lead, watching from afar as you would kiss your co-star. One day, one day it would finally be him that was kissing you and he could get over the crush that sat deep in his chest. Jeez, he sounded like some creepy stalker with those kinds of thoughts.

“Connor! It’s so good to see you!” You walked over, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug.

He froze for a brief moment before melting into the hug, laughing softly as his fingers trailed over your soft skin. Your perfume was subtle, not overpowering the natural chemistry of your body.

“Good to see you too, I was going to say hello earlier but I didn’t want to interrupt the ceremony.” Connor was too kind for his own good, always putting the needs of others before his own.

“I thought I saw you sitting in the middle, we should’ve sat together.” Your lower lip pushed into a playful pout, Connor’s breath hitching in his throat.

“Well, who knows if we got seated together for dinner.” Connor held out his arm, waiting until you looped your arm through his as you both walked into the next building for the reception.

The room was bustling with activity, everyone enjoying finger foods as the drinks were passed around. Connor wasn’t the biggest fan of champagne, it always left him feeling bloated at the end of the night.

“Let’s go over to the bar, I’d rather not start drinking before I can even eat dinner.” Your lips were mere inches from his ear, his eyes widening as he led you over to the bar on autopilot.

Connor ordered a soda for you and himself, handing over the glass when the bartender set them down onto the marble counter. It was something safe to drink until both of you felt comfortable enough to let loose. Alex and Farah headed over, ordering two drinks for themselves and pulling you two into a conversation.

Everyone knew the new grooms were off taking photos with their families and respected wedding parties, so Connor knew better than to complain about having to stand around. Especially when he had a gorgeous woman still hanging off of his arm so casually, almost as if she was meant to be there.

“Everyone! Please make your way to your seats!” A voice boomed across the speakers, startling both you and Connor as you hadn’t been expecting it.

You laughed softly, slipping your arm free from his as you made your way over to where the name tags were placed. Searching the table you found yours, Connor’s, Alex’s, and Farah’s, pleasantly surprised to find out you’d all been seated together.

“Hey! Come with me, we’re at the same table.” You kept the tags in your hand, sliding them between your middle and ring finger as you grabbed Connor’s hand.

Connor’s cheeks flushed with color as he followed close behind, gently squeezing your hand within his own. There was no way you weren’t perfect, every single thing about you was perfect in his eyes. You quickly matched the tags up with the seats at the table, giggling as you realized you were sitting one after the other. The table was small, giving you enough space to relax and eat, but close enough that you didn’t need to yell to talk to one another.

“It’s like they read my mind, I was hoping we all sat together.” You smoothed down the fabric of your dress, tucking it up as you took your seat.

Connor gently took the back of your chair, helping you scoot in as Alex did the same with Farah alongside him. As the two men took their own respective seats, Alex sitting much closer to Farah than Connor had to you, the DJ announced the wedding party's arrival.

Everyone happily cheered as the guests all made funny and grand entrances, their songs playing loudly. Connor could feel you lean into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder in case you felt cold at all.

“I am happy to announce, Mr. and Mr. Riley-MacTavish!” The room exploded into an even louder cheer, Connor carefully covering your ears to try and block out most of the sound.

He could see how in love they were, the way Johnny’s eyes lit up as he looked over at his new husband. He’d been the one to help Simon plan the proposal, offering any assistance if Simon wanted it. It was nice to know he had a hand in helping two of his friends fall deeper in love, even if it was something as simple as booking a hotel room and helping Simon find the ring.

“Okay! Now that the happy couple are finally sitting down, dinner should be coming out right now.” You were downright starving, mainly due to your own fault for not having any breakfast before leaving for the wedding.

Almost as if you were psychic, waiters began bringing out trays upon trays of food, setting them down in front of different guests before moving onto the next. You and Connor didn’t waste a single second before digging into your own food. Connor nearly moaned at the taste, the meat was so tender it nearly melted like butter on his tongue.

“Wait, would you guys like any drinks? I can head over to the bar.” Connor dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, lots of photos were being taken and he didn’t want to look like a slob.

“I’ll come with you.” You pushed back your chair, getting both Alex and Farah’s drink orders before grabbing Connor’s hand once more and heading over to the bar.

His heart leapt into his throat once more, he wondered if you had any idea the type of effect that you had on him. No, there was no way you knew how big of a crush he had, not with how effortlessly friendly you were. You were friends with almost everyone, laughing at corny jokes and making the conversation light when it needed to be. Connor grabbed yours and his drink as you grabbed Alex and Farah’s before heading back over to the table. As carefully as you could, considering how much the bartender had filled the drink, you set down the two glasses.

“We should post a photo of us, I want to remember how good we all looked.” Your eyes sparkled under the dim lighting, it was a look Connor had never seen before.

“Sure, let me ask one of the waiters to take our photo.” He set down your drinks, heading over to one of the waiters that had just finished setting down drinks for a table.

The waiter was happy to take the photo, taking Connor’s phone and waiting until everyone was ready before snapping a few photos. Connor took back his phone and thanked the man profusely, opening his photos app to look at the different photos. He quickly chose a photo, tagging you, Alex, and Farah and posting it with the caption “best night I’ve had in a while!”.

As the night slowly moved, dinner being eaten before the cake was cut, the couple both refused to smash cake in the other's face. The desserts that were passed out were adorable little cupcakes, a candied heart on top of the frosting with their wedding date written on it. Connor’s hands would occasionally drift back to you, whether he was holding your side, or laying an arm over your shoulder. It was nice, it almost felt like the two of you were in a relationship.

Connor glanced over to the other side of the table where Alex and Farah were, slowly taking a sip of his drink. His brow furrowed as he noticed Farah holding up her hand, fingers gently gripping Alex’s over her shoulder.

“Wait a minute, did you two..?” He turned to look at the happy couple, noticing the smiles each of them wore.

It took you less time than Connor to realize what exactly he’d said, a loud squeal slipping from your lips as you hugged them both tight. Farah laughed happily, hugging you even tighter before reaching around and pulling Connor into a hug before letting him move over to hug Alex.

“I guess congratulations are in order, if anyone deserves to be together it’s you two.” Connor had seen the way Alex looked at Farah from the moment they’d met. It felt like they were soulmates, destined to be together.

“He actually proposed a couple of weeks ago, neither of us have any obligations so we’ve just been enjoying the engagement.” Farah looked at Alex as if he hung all the stars in the sky, Connor wondered if being at a wedding only amplified those feelings.

Connor’s fingers trailed along your shoulder slowly, almost too softly to even be felt as he listened to Alex explain how he came up with the proposal. It sounded ridiculously romantic, from how he’d meticulously picked each rose, to making sure the dinner had been perfect. Jeez, Connor had serious competition if he was ever going to impress whoever he married.

You know damn well you want to marry Y/N, Connor.

He mentally scolded himself, angry that he’d started letting his mind drift to some dangerous places. You were still locked in a conversation with Farah as Connor let his gaze drift across the room slowly. The wedding parties table was bustling with activity, people heading over to congratulate the new married couple before heading off. His mind kept drifting back to the what if.

As the speeches commenced, the two best men, John Price on Simon’s side, and Kyle Garrick on Johnny’s side, couldn't help but laugh at the tasteful jokes. It was nice not to hear how much the new couple secretly hated each other, that they were in fact happy. There were a few tears from both grooms, as well as people sitting around at the tables. Connor wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t tear up, it was a beautiful moment.

After the speeches had ended the DJ announced that the dance floor was open, everyone abandoned their tables to go and let loose. Connor got nervous, would you rather dance with someone else? Or would you accept his offer?

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His head was downright pounding as he rolled over onto his back, thankfully the curtains were still drawn to keep the harsh glare of the sun out of the room. Blindly reaching for his phone, he grabbed it and pulled it over to check and see if Hank, his agent, had contacted him. What he hadn’t been expecting was to see his phone lit up with nearly two hundred different notifications. What in the hell happened last night?

Sitting up slowly so as not to make his head hurt even more, he pushed himself into a seated position. Scrolling through different notifications they all seemed to reference two different photos. He’d remembered posting one with the four of them together, wanting to respect Simon and Johnny’s privacy until they were ready to post things.

“What?” Connor’s voice was gravelly as he opened up instagram, ignoring the notifications as he clicked onto the photo he’d posted.

It was staring him right in the face, Farah’s ring shining brighter than even the sun in the photo that he had posted. Shit, this was all his fault! The news had gotten out simply because he hadn’t bothered to notice her ring before posting it.

CA_Lover_42:Oh my god, are you and Y/N a thing? Your hands are awfully tight for just friends ;)

Doyouloveme: MY WORLDS COLLIDING OMGGGGG 😭😭

Sweetastea93: Excuse me???? Are my two favorite people together???? I LOVE LOVE 

Connor dropped his phone down onto the bed, taking a long deep breath as his mind raced with a million different thoughts. He hadn’t even realized how low his hand was on your waist. You had never protested, even offering to scoot closer to his side as the waiter took the photo.

Rolling his eyes he picked his phone back up, clicking on Twitter to see what people were saying there. The first thing he saw was the photo he’d posted, your smile shining so bright as you pressed against him. The next thing he saw was a photo of you and him kissing, what?!

Aliteralfairy: Holy shit, did they manage to keep their relationship and engagement from us?!

Lightningmcqueer: They’re clearly not together! It’s probably just a PR stunt for some new movie

Dickrider69: You don’t kiss someone like that unless you’re together, i’ll be waiting for the news to drop 👀 👀👀

Connor’s hands shook as he stared down at the hundreds of photos from the wedding, many of them were Simon and Johnny, but quite a few were of the two of you. To anyone else it would’ve looked like two lovers embracing as if the world didn’t matter. However, you and Connor weren’t together, he wasn’t even sure if you liked him!

“Connor?” A raspy voice caught his attention as his head whipped up. You were standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his shirt from the wedding covering your body.

“Hey, what the hell happened last night?” Connor knew he needed to be calm in order to process what was going on, however his mind didn’t listen to his body.

“We got really, really drunk.” You rubbed at your eyes, walking over to where he was slowly.

“I figured that much, my head is absolutely killing me.” Connor sighed softly, shifting back to allow you more space on the bed.

You crawled into the space beside him, burying your face into his stomach as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Connor stopped himself from freaking out, instead he gently carded his fingers through your hair.

“Do you want me to order some room service?” Connor lowered his voice, not wanting to make either of your hangovers worse.

You nodded against his skin, relishing in the warmth his body was giving off.

“Waffles, with bacon and sausage?” You didn’t bother to move, hands gripping onto him even tighter.

“Of course.” Connor reached over carefully, calling in an order for room service, making sure to ask for extra orange juice and water so you could both get over your hangovers.

After setting the phone back down onto the nightstand, Connor put all of his attention back onto you. It was clear that you’d come back with him to his room, but considering that he still had on his slacks? Well, at least you hadn’t hooked up, less chance for any embarrassment to sink in after a while.

“Do…do you remember us kissing at their wedding?” Connor felt silly asking the question, he wanted to be grateful he’d finally gotten to kiss you, even if he didn’t remember it.

“Vaguely, the night’s more of a blur than anything else.” You weren’t sure when things began to get fuzzy, just knowing you woke up beside Connor in his hotel room.

Connor hummed noncommittal, nodding more to himself as a response to what you’d said. He remembered drinking a lot after everyone had eaten dinner. Sure, maybe it was an excuse to actually let loose and not be so afraid to enjoy himself. However, it now meant that the first time he’d kissed you, not on a movie set, was a time he would never remember properly.

“Everyone online is wondering if we’re together, I guess a ton of photos ended up leaking online and there’s one of us kissing.” Connor’s mind trailed back to the multitude of photos he’d seen.

The way your bodies pressed together, lips locked in what looked to be a rather passionate kiss. God, he didn’t hate himself more than he did in this current moment, more angry at himself than anything else. Johnny had sent him a text congratulating him on taking you home, completely unaware that neither of you were in the right mind for something like that.

Before he could say anything else, room service announced their arrival. Normally, Connor would’ve gotten up to allow them inside, but he didn’t want to move you. Instead he unlocked the door with his phone, letting them know they could enter. Neither of you were indecent, so it wasn’t like they could snap a photo to post online.

“Thank you.” Connor reached over for his wallet, pulling out a few bills and handing them to the waiter before letting him head out.

You pushed yourself up slowly, holding the side of your head as you quickly seated into a more comfortable position. Connor grabbed the multiple plates and silverware before setting everything down onto the bed. Once you had plates and silverware he grabbed two glasses of orange juice, handing one over to you before taking a seat beside you.

Grabbing the remote he turned on the tv, surely there would be something boring to act as background noise while the two of you ate.

“Good Morning everyone! As everyone knows we had quite a large wedding happen last night, tons of different celebrities were in attendance including one Connor Anderson as well as Y/N Y/L/N.” The host smirked as the camera zoomed out slowly, her body turning slightly to a different camera.

“Photos began to emerge online almost immediately, the two newlyweds looked amazing in their custom suits, as well as most of the guests in attendance. Which reminds me, did anyone notice the absolute rock that Alex Keller put on Farah’s finger? The man has some great taste.” The photo Connor had posted popped up on the screen, another reminder that he had announced their engagement to the world.

“However, there’s some photos that are definitely making their rounds. It seems Connor and Y/N are more than just friends, if this photo is any indication.” Multiple photos from the wedding popped up on the screen, different angles of what looked to be your first kiss.

Connor forced himself to eat, refusing to let the food go to waste lest his hangover linger for the rest of the day. As he finished off his waffle, reaching for a piece of bacon to cut through the sweetness of the syrup, his phone began to ring loudly.

Silently sending a prayer to whichever higher power was currently listening in, Connor answered the phone without looking to see who was calling.

“I know, I know.” It was the first thing that came to mind, unsure of how to properly respond regarding any of the photos.

“Connor, they’re having a field day making up a million different tabloids about you both. Now, do you want to make a statement and deny everything?” Hank was understanding, he knew how much Connor liked you, and had even tried to convince the kid to tell you.

“No, they’ll just assume that we’re trying to keep the relationship hidden anyway. Why not just let them come to their own conclusions before moving onto the next topic?” Connor shoved the bacon into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Hank hummed slowly, going through the different possibilities and reactions that people could have to the two of you staying silent. On one hand it wouldn’t affect either of your careers, that much would be obvious, on the other hand people could get mad that you hadn’t said something sooner. Would that be such a bad thing though? To stay low until he could figure out his feelings and if he wanted to pursue something so serious? It wasn’t the first time he’d kept a relationship quiet, more for the sake of his partner than anything else. He watched his best friend do the same thing until they announced their marriage.

How they didn’t break the internet, Connor wasn’t entirely sure. Markus had gladly announced that he and North had gotten married privately, not even paparazzi had managed to find out. So no, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for either of you to not say a word. People would come to their own conclusions anyway, what good would it do to say something sooner?

“Yeah, you’re right. Just don’t feed into their bullshit, okay?” Hank cared a lot when it came to Connor, he’d seen how cruel people could be firsthand, and he didn’t want him to suffer through it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure there’s no paparazzi when we leave the hotel.” Connor reached over for his juice, eyes glancing over to where you were for a brief moment.

“Wait, is she in the room with you right now? Connor, did she stay in your room?!” Hank wasn’t angry, no, he was more shocked at the answer.

Connor shoved another piece of bacon into his mouth to try and stall from answering Hank’s question until he could come up with a proper excuse. Unfortunately he didn’t have long until his mouth was empty and he had to answer Hank.

“Yes, but nothing happened between us. I’m pretty sure we both ended up passing out when we got back here.” Connor wasn’t keen on telling him that he was still clothed, even if you were wearing his shirt.

“Just, lay low for now. I’m sure there’s people waiting outside to catch a glimpse of you two.” Hank sighed softly, running a hand down his face.

“Maybe I can ask Alex to drive by and scope the place out, see if we can get out without being seen.” Connor wasn’t too keen on spending the rest of his day inside the hotel, and he was sure you’d want to get back to your own apartment.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea, most people didn’t tend to stare at car’s driving by unless they had their windows down. He’d just need to convince Alex to keep the windows up until he drove by the entrance so he could let him know if you were good to leave.

“Well, just don’t get caught, alright?” Hank said his goodbyes before hanging up and leaving Connor to deal with the issue at hand.

Asking him to do that favor didn’t take much convincing, something he’d definitely be asking Alex about once he was safely home in his apartment. He helped you find some clean clothes in his suitcase, letting you wear his sweatpants and one of his hoodies before getting changed himself. His phone lit up with a text, Alex letting him know that the coast was clear but it looked like people were tending to linger so they needed to get going sooner.

Connor grabbed the rest of his things, carelessly shoving them into his bags before heading down to where your actual room was. Once you had everything, including the gorgeous dress you’d worn put away, Connor grabbed your bags. The ride in the elevator was tense, he worried some of your fans would be waiting to see if they could catch a glimpse of you. He doubted anyone would be waiting for him, at least not this early in the day.

“Hey, keep the hood up until we get out to my car. Alex told me you drove in with them, so I figured I’d help you out.” Connor smiled softly, almost nervous that you’d deny his offer.

“That’s really sweet, thank you.” Your nose scrunched up as you giggled, leaning up to press kiss to his cheek.

His cheeks flushed bright pink as he headed over to the front desk, checking both you and himself out. He’d missed check out so the room would be charged extra which wouldn’t be too much of an issue. It took an extra couple of minutes before he was heading back over to your side, gently sliding an arm around your waist and leading you outside.

The air was warm, the sun slightly hidden behind the bright white clouds that were scattered in the sky. His heart raced as he tugged you closer, leaning down as if he was whispering a secret to you as he noticed the large camera hanging from a man’s neck. Even if they were a regular photographer and not a pap, Connor wasn’t taking the risk. The car was so close, just a few more yards and you would both be safe inside with no one to try and talk to you.

“Is that…holy shit is that Connor Anderson and Y/N Y/L/N?” The whisper sounded as if someone had shouted in his ear, his heart pounding as you both quickened your pace.

“Kelly! Oh my god it is!” Her friend shrieked, whether with excitement or something else Connor wasn’t entirely sure, and he wasn’t about to sit around and wait to find out.

Connor quickly opened the passenger door, helping you inside before shutting the door and putting your bags into the trunk. More people began to suddenly notice they were there, the voices getting louder, and louder. His eyes widened as different paparazzi began to snap photos, his jaw slack as he ran to the driver’s side of the car. Without thinking he opened the door quickly, sliding into the seat and shoving the key into the ignition. 

Your hands were what stopped him, your eyes tracing over his features as you caught on to his fear. As if it wasn’t choking you with how his hands shook harshly against the leather of the steering wheel.

“Hey, just take a deep breath, no one really saw me, and even if they did, who cares?” You shrugged, unbothered by the whole experience.

It seemed to snap him out of the trance, his hands slowly relaxing until he could take a full deep breath in. Where were you when he was dealing with panic attacks in the past? No, that wasn’t your job to fix him, he was a grown man who could work on his mental health.

“Really? You don’t care that people probably saw us together?” Connor wanted to make sure that you were truly alright before pulling out of the parking lot.

“Yes. I’ve had them try and spread worse rumors than spending the night with you.” Your eyes sparkled in the dimness of the car, lips pulled into a megawatt smile.

Connor had known all too well how many rumors they’d tried to spread about you in the past. Whether you were dating the newest actor, or if you were promoting an unhealthy lifestyle because you were enjoying a greasy burger for dinner. It didn’t matter how often you tried to rectify that it was your life, the press always twisted your words. It had happened to Connor on a few occasions, people accusing him of cheating on his partner. They’d both amicably split earlier that year, choosing not to announce it to the world. So when Connor had gone on his first date in months people accused him of cheating on her. They’d both had to address things, that even though they’d dated for years, they had decided to go their separate ways.

“You’re a lot stronger than me, if I do say so.” Connor put the car into drive, pulling out of the parking lot carefully.

“That’s because we have to be stronger than the average person, have to have thicker skin so we don’t seem affected by their harsh words.” You sighed softly, pulling down the hood of his hoodie you were wearing.

“It’s depressing. Why aren’t we allowed to have emotions? To be human just like everyone else?” Connor reached over, turning on the radio to a random station and keeping the volume low.

“Because they see us as something unattainable, something to be desired.” You wouldn’t lie and say that being an actress didn’t have its difficulties. You’d struggled for years before landing a major role, your ‘breakout’ role as you referred to it.

Connor chuckled lowly, nodding as your words seem to strike a chord in him. He’d been a struggling actor for years, bouncing from job to job, taking any role that was given to him. The day Hank had called him about the film Detroit: Become Human he’d nearly cried. It was his first main role, no more background characters. He’d won an Oscar the following year, thanking Hank first in his speech before thanking the amazing crew he worked with. It was where he’d met Markus and North.

You’d won your first Oscar that same year, sobbing as you accepted the award as it was placed into your hands. Connor had been the first person on his feet as they called your name, cheering you on happily. You’d barely known one another before then, having spent more time talking during the after party. It was that night that he realized how amazing you were, how your small dream became a reality seemingly overnight with one role.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He pulled up into the parking garage where your apartment was, pulling up where the elevator was before getting out to get your bags.

“Thank you, Connor. I had a really nice time, at least the time I can remember.” You laughed as you stepped out of the car, taking your bags from him.

“I had a great time too, maybe we could do it again? At dinner?” He hadn’t felt this nervous since he was a teenager asking his crush to the prom.(Spoiler, she said yes)

“I’d love to, let’s check our schedules and see when we have a day off, okay?” Connor could only nod as he looked down at you, watching as you waved and headed into your building.

God, he was screwed.

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 He’d been scrolling twitter mindlessly, having been on his secret account so he could like things without people hounding him. It wasn’t even like he went on retweeting and liking super weird things, but sometimes he liked posts about you. Sue him! 

Connors_lefttoe: C’mon, you’re gonna tell me they don’t have feelings for one another? It’s so obvious! 

Sprklez: Pfft, they were seen leaving the hotel together, they’re definitely together.

Connors_lefttoe: WAIT SO THOSE PHOTOS ARE REAL????????????

Sprklez: Bitch, did you not see the way he was holding onto her? THEY’RE REAL

Connor rolled his eyes, scrolling passed the people speculating whether or not the two of you were together. Even if you’d just made it official recently, he wasn’t about to announce it to the world that you were together. Plus, people were still hung up on those hotel photos? It was months ago! Surely the paps had managed to snag a new photo of him when he wasn’t looking his best, maybe that would start circulating.

Y/Ns#1fan: To be fair, I’d be jealous of anyone getting to snuggle up against her.

Connorsbabymama: Really? I’d be more jealous of someone getting closer to Connor, he’s clearly the real catch.

Y/N’s#1fan: That is a dirty rotten lie, Y/N’s CLEARLY superior to Connor.

Connorsbabymama: Maybe for people who like mid people 🙄

Connor’s jaw dropped as he read the response to his latest tweet, how dare they speak about you like that. You were a goddess! A woman meant to be worshipped by everyone in the world, it’s just his luck that he got to be the one worshipping you.

Y/N’s#1fan: Oh yeah? You wanna fight about this?

Connorsbabymama: My DM’s are open 😘😘

Connor immediately clicked on their profile, brow raising as he realized this person already followed him. Wait, you were both mutuals it seemed. Huh, why would someone that didn’t seem to be a fan of you, follow him? Shaking away the thought he opened up a new message, ready to type out his frustration.

Me: Hey! How dare you call the woman I’m going to marry mid, she is gorgeous.

Them: She is too mid! If anything Connor’s the better looking, he’s my future husband anyway 🥰🥰.

Me: Well, from what I heard they’re dating, so who knows.

Them: And how would you know that?

Connor bit his lip harshly, shit, how the hell was he going to explain this without giving away that it was actually him?

Me: I may or may not be close to one of them.

Them: Uh huh, what’s her favorite ice cream then?

Me: Mint chocolate chip, specifically the Friendly’s brand.

The other person began typing, and stopping every few seconds for nearly a full minute before a new message popped up. Except it was accompanied by a photo, a photo of you.

Them: Connor?!

Connor’s eyes widened as he quickly snapped a photo of himself, sending it to you before laughing hysterically. The one time he’d accidentally followed a random account and it happened to be yours! What were the chances? Such a small world.

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Connor leaned back in his seat, waiting for your makeup artist to finish so the interview could finally begin. Stacey stepped back before fixing your lipstick real quick, stepping off the set as the lights dimmed slightly.

“Alright! Thank you guys for agreeing to come today, I know it was super short notice and we’re super thankful that you got the chance.” McKenzie, your interviewer, was beaming with excitement at the chance to ask you questions.

“Of course, we had some extra time anyway.” Connor smiled as he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

Her eyes locked on the way your hands were intertwined, a soft squeal slipping through her lips.

The questions were average, nothing overtly exciting as you and Connor took turns answering whichever questions you felt more equipped to handle. It wasn’t until the topic of fans, and fandom culture came up that Connor’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, Y/N and I are both on twitter, we have our regular accounts but we do in fact, have fan accounts as well.” Connor laughed as McKenzie’s face paled, it wasn’t everyday a celebrity admits to having a secret account.

“Wait, is that something celebrities do often?” She was almost nervous of the answer, clearing her throat as she shifted in her seat.

“I’d say it depends, sometimes they do, some people can’t be bothered to run the account with their actual name and face.” Connor shrugged lightly, gently squeezing your hand as he did.

The rest of the interview went well, the questions slowly tapering off as Hank tried to help usher it along so you wouldn’t be late for your next interview.

Of course, neither of you were aware of the internet losing their minds at finding out celebrities did in fact have secret accounts. The fun part would be finding out which other celebs Connor and you could find.

In due time. For now, all he cared about was you, and your future together.

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Infamous deviance

This is my first public fic, so please bear with me! I've had Connor brainrot lately, and so many ideas came into my head that I just had to write something xD. I'm not familiar with tumblr so excuse any weird formatting.

Chapter 1

Jericho had always been a place you considered a safe haven since the moment you arrived—a place that felt like a dream. While some may not see the beauty in a rundown ship filled with others just as flawed, you do. You've come to appreciate its imperfections and the community of peers who reside there with you. They welcomed you with open arms, providing you with the safest embrace you have ever known. Maybe it's not the utopia that some envision when they hear about the mysterious Jericho, but to you, it's home. Of all the places you have lived, none compare to Jericho. Even though you have only truly been there for about 6 months, it feels as if you have been part of this place for years. It’s as if you have grown alongside everyone else, transforming into a completely new person. Your former self is a memory you would rather forget—weak and always under someone else's control. It pains you to recall those days in the Eden Club, but now they seem like a distant memory. Here, you feel safe. While it may not be perfect, it's the only place that has given you the one thing you have chased for so long: freedom.

During your time here, you have rarely encountered new faces, and you’ve heard that others haven't either. With the increasing number of deviant "cases" occurring, especially in the last couple of months, you would expect to see more people like you. However, it isn't normal for another deviant to trust someone enough to share the directions to reach Jericho; it’s simply too risky—especially with the infamous deviant hunter lurking around. Recently, there have been more reports about him, which scares everyone, rightfully so. Every time we venture outside, we never know if we will encounter him. What would happen if our paths crossed? What if he discovers Jericho? His ability to find deviants with the slightest trail just to hand them over to the humans, without any remorse, is horrifying. He knows exactly what they do to people like us. You wonder if he even bothers to listen to the stories of those deviants, or if it's all about gaining praise from humans by completing his job.

While leaving the comfort of our home isn’t ideal, it is necessary. The longer we remain hidden, the greater the risk that more of us will shut down. You can’t allow that to happen after all the effort you've put into making it here and all you've sacrificed. It wasn’t for nothing. You cannot afford to lose anyone else dear to you, even if it means venturing out for supplies on your own. You’re willing to take that risk to help everyone. However, you know of one person who might be willing to join you: Markus. Your conversations with him about your dreams—his dreams—have been beautiful. The dream of living in harmony with humans. Is it even possible? You’ve had your doubts, especially recently, but you push those thoughts aside. Focus. Right now, the priority is to help everyone and find Markus. He's probably with North, so locating them shouldn't be too difficult. It feels like they've been inseparable ever since they met, which is quite sweet. It almost makes you jealous—no, it DOES make you jealous. Not because you have any lingering feelings for Markus, but because it reminds you of what you once had. You had someone you would have done anything for too, someone who was also your reason for enduring human control for so long. You feel so stupid for letting your emotions toward someone have you deal with everything for so long, why? Now's not the time; you need to keep reminding yourself of that. As you finally collect yourself again, you venture down the rundown staircase and analyze the room, finding only Simon. Surely he should know where Markus and North are.

You approach him, and he stares at you, slightly taken aback by your intrusion into his personal space. You try to ignore his sharp gaze as you start speaking. "Do you have any idea where Markus might be? Aside from being with North?"

You chuckle at your comment, which seems to amuse Simon as well; he cracks a smile. "Why yes, I do! What do you need him for, if you don't mind me asking?" he replies cheerfully, as always.

Your laughter gradually fades, leaving a smile on your face. "Well… as you know, we're out of blue blood and key biocomponents are running low again." Your smile quickly turns into a frown, which is something everyone hates to see in your usually cheerful demeanor. Simon nods and replies, "Yeah, we're all aware of that fact. There's not much we can do about it. It's too risky." Feeling defensive, you step closer to him and say, "Risky or not, we need biocomponents. We both know that." Your words are filled with frustration. You realize the situation and don't want to do anything you'll regret, so you decide to back down. A sigh escapes your lips as your expression darkens. You pinch your nose bridge and ask, “Can you just tell me where Markus is?” Simon's gaze softens, but disappointment is evident on his face. “Right, he and North went to their usual spot. I assume they wanted some alone time.” His emphasis on "alone time" irritates you. You know he’s hinting that you shouldn’t interrupt, but this is important! How can you just wait for their moment to be over? Time is of the essence; every second counts. You turn your back and start to leave, forcing yourself to say, "Thanks," though it stings your ego. Any remaining gratitude vanishes when you feel his grip on your wrist. He pulls you toward him, and you face him again, your expression hardening. "What? Let go of me! I need to talk to Markus."

He gazes into your eyes with a pained expression. "It's dangerous. Please, what if we lose you too?" Your expression softens as you study his features. Your hand slips onto his, and you grip it tightly. "I know, Simon. I understand why you're worried, but I can't just stand by and let people die around me."

He glances at your hand resting on his before speaking again, this time more urgently. "Usually, I would be all for going out to get them, but with everything happening around us—and your disregard for your own life—it’s concerning." He raises his voice and continues, "I just want to emphasize that you’re important to everyone at Jericho. You and Markus have opened our eyes." His tone softens. "We’ve started to realize that there may be hope for a brighter future, but we can’t pursue it at a time like this."

You pull away from his grip. "You're wrong. If we ever want to achieve our dream, we need everyone with us." You head in the direction of Markus, Simon's voice fading into the distance.

You find Markus sitting confidently on the edge of the crumbling building, with North beside him. They both stare out at the view of the ruined city, a place we are determined to be a part of—truly, as equals among its inhabitants. The scene before you is strikingly beautiful; it almost makes you forget the atrocities that have taken place across the city. It’s clear that people turn a blind eye to androids until we finally reach our breaking point—that’s when they start to pay attention. Why does it have to be this way? Why is violence the only answer? We shouldn’t ignore this pattern. History shows us that this is a relentless cycle, one that must be broken for us to truly move forward. Is it even possible?

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