#listen i just LOVE writing mayhem. he's so asshole but he's really a nice guy i swear

[gala-xyzz]

small part of me just. wants to write more sky cotl prince of eden au. alas dinner is nigh approaching and because of that my brain refuses to do anything. sigh.

[murderdaddymayhem]

One Of The Clan - Otis Driftwood x Male Reader

 Synopsis: Otis comes out to the Firefly Family and tells them you're his boyfriend.

(Because who cares that they're a gross murder family, they're also really sweet with each other and super supportive so this is totally a thing, thanks)

Wanted to write more Otis x Male Reader for all you guys out there so here you go!! A cute emotional support fluff piece!!!!! (Also be warned there's like one mild slur but no homophobia or anything cause this fic is happiness only zone)

"How are you feeling?" you ask Otis, squeezing his hand. He looks over to you, sulking. 

"Like a million fuckin' bucks, thanks for asking." 

You shove him playfully, which turns into a dunking match. You finally see a smile clear up Otis' face, but it quickly disappears when he remembers what he's about to do. 

Otis met you about a year ago, at a bar somewhere outside town. He had quickly discovered that you were different from other people in the area, just like him, and instead of taking you back to the house to Chik-Fil-A you, he ended up kinda... sorta... liking you. 

You two had talked for hours, and he had felt more and more attracted to not only your appearance, but your personality. Otis was very selective about who he gave his time to, and you just turned out to be his favorite person to be around. Otis had brought you around the house a few times, and after a good few months of walking in on some form of anarchy, you had been accepted as a good friend of the family's. 

Of course there was one thing that presented itself as an obstacle (at least for Otis). He was adamant that guys just didn't do things like this around here, that if anybody saw you two together, god forbid in public, you'd be strung up on Dr. Satan's hanging tree. You had insisted you cared for him enough to brave all that, and he cared for you too, so you had kept your relationship under wraps. 

Until now. 

Otis had said something the other day to you on one of your long drives together in your pickup. (It was a favorite date activity of the two of you, other than coming along for a night of murder and mayhem, to drive for hours out into the Texan desert listening to old 70s music, philosophizing, and talking about life.) 

"What if my family doesn't want me around anymore if I tell em?"

You had turned off the engine, and sat there in the middle of the dusty plain, Gerry Rafferty's Right Down The Line playing on your beat up old car radio. 

"Tell them what?"

Otis had sat there for a long time. "Y'know, about... this whole thing." You had waited expectantly for him to elaborate, since your talk about using words. Otis had huffed, rolling his eyes. "Us, okay! The two of us." 

"I'm fairly certain that your family, who regularly chases people around in bunny onesies and holds ceremonial funerals for fun, wouldn't much care who you date or fuck."

Otis throws his head back against the seat. "Yeah but shit, this is different! They let me in, gave me a name I'm proud of, gave me a home. My own biological father used to beat me, call me less than shit, and all for..." He gestured to you and him. "For bein' me, I guess."

"It's fucked up," you say softly, taking his hand. 

"Yeah, you got that fuckin' right handsome." He had wiped his eyes. "And them back home... hell. It'd be close to testing their kindness to tell them I'm a queer at this point."

A silence enveloped you both as you switched the radio off.

"Why don't you try?" 

"They don't gotta know," Otis snapped, then looked at you, apology clearly written in his eyes. You had just nodded, used to his hurried responses. 

"What I mean is... if you're ready... you might feel better finding out if they really are there for you." 

He had looked at you, and you took off your shirt, handing it to him to dry his eyes. He used it, and tossed it back to you in a ball. You had laughed, and he had climbed on top of you in the driver's seat, sticking his knife in the seat recliner to make it flop down. 

"Mmf," you had complained, his lips smothering yours, "Thanks for breaking my seat." 

"Ain't nothing but nothing."

"Bu--"

"RJ can fix it," he had replied, before reaching down to your jeans. 

Now, four days after that night, he decided he was ready.

Mostly. 

Somewhat.

"You know, you don't have to do it today if you're not ready," you reassure him, but he takes your hand, grasping it tightly. 

"Damn it all to hell if I haven't spent all morning working myself up to this. I'm not lettin' that go to waste." 

With his usual headstrong determination, he walks through the front door of the house, past Baby's burnt doll collection. He walks on into the living room, where Mama's on the couch watching some show with Baby, Spaulding is in the kitchen, and Tiny is carving a pumpkin at the table.

"Otis, I love you honey, but get the hell outta the way," Mama says sweetly, "Svengoolie's on." 

"Fuck Svengoolie," Otis responds, and Tiny looks up from his work at the table, unsettled. Otis holds up a reassuring hand to him, and Baby finally looks away from the TV.

"Brought your friend?" She lets out a giggle, and waves to you. You haven't told Otis, but you're convinced Baby knows about you two already. 

"I've... got an announcement to make." Otis shifts around from foot to foot, still holding your hand. Seeing that Otis is serious, (and that he's holding your hand) Mama turns off the TV. 

"Who turned off the god damn television? I was watching that," Spaulding comes walking out of the kitchen, scratching his back with a wooden cooking spoon. "Oh. Hiya, you two." He scratches his head with the spoon, raising his painted clown eyebrows when he notices Otis has now got your hand in a deathgrip. "Somethin' we oughtta know, or can we keep watching the show?"

"Daddy, Otis is in love," Baby coos. 

"Hush now, angel, let Otis have his moment," Mama hushes, "Go on now, hun, tell us." Otis gives Baby the finger angrily. Baby sticks her tongue out at him in turn, and you shake your head. 

"(y/n) and I... are..." He clears his throat about five times, and RJ comes in the door, making a racket.

"RJ, shut the door, Otis wants to tell us something real interesting!" Baby says. RJ frowns, looking over, and Otis rolls his eyes, trying to get back on track.

"We're..." Everyone in the room is hanging on the edge of their seat in anticipation. Even Tiny is sitting forward expectantly. "We're...."

"You're what? Spit it out boy, haven't got all day to listen to you goin' 'we're... we're...' like some kinda yokel fuckin idiot," Spaulding calls.

"Yeah!" Baby yells. Tiny nods. 

"We're together, you impatient assholes!!" Otis blurts, holding you close to him, "This guy here. And me. We're together."

"Well, we can see you're--" Mama starts, then she has an epiphany. "OH! Oh my goodness..."

Everyone is quiet for a moment. Spaulding takes a deep breath, and drops the spoon. "I, uh..." he murmurs, "I'll be in the shop." Everyone waits, listening to him peel out of the yard in his car, and Mama waves a hand his way. Then she starts clapping.

"Oh, honey!!"

"I knew you swung different ways, big bro," Baby grins, jumping up and prancing around him, "But it's real swell that ya opened up that big mouth of yours and told us!" Tiny comes over and nearly crushes you and Otis together in a hug. Otis coughs a few times, and swats at him. RJ walks over, smiles a little (the most you'd ever seen him do so) and slaps you both on the back so hard it sends you stumbling. Then he leaves out back, off to do whatever the fuck he does. 

"You guys... don't mind?" Otis asks, and you smile his way. 

"Mind?! What the hell've we gotta mind about, you two are in loooove!" Mama shrieks. She gives you a huge hug and pinches your cheek. "Love is a beautiful thing that must be celebrated, no matter who it is between."

"Hey you must be real talented off your feet to net this one, if you know what I mean sugar," Baby says to you, and you blush as Otis glares. 

"Cut it out." 

"You cut it out!" 

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck you!" 

You clear your throat, and Otis takes his place beside you again. 

"And... what about Cutter?" Your boyfriend's voice wavers a little, and he probably hates himself for it. Spaulding is like a dad to him, even if the two are rarely on speaking terms. 

"Don't know why daddy left," Baby shrugs. "Seems fucking weird."

"Don't pay no nevermind to that old clown," Mama huffs, "Actually-- you know what? I say we eat the dinner he cooked, then go out and pay him a visit, see just where his head's at. That ain't like him to just up'n leave like that."

"No, I--"

"Come on y'all, we's having a banquet then we’s goin' to the gas station!"

So, after a very nice dinner, everyone piles into the family car. You have to sit on Otis' lap to fit, which is okay with you and okay with him. Once you get to the gas station, Mama stomps out, ready to tear Spaulding a new one... but instead, she gasps.

"Oh, it's so bea-utiful!"

"Jesus Christ, woman, I wasn't even done," Spaulding comes out, complaining. Your face lights up as Otis' jaw hangs open. Tiny grins, and Baby squeals as you all gather around the shop that now has rainbow flags adorning everything. 

"Oh my god," you whisper, chuckling, and Otis turns around, face red. He walks right back to the car and goes to get in, but everyone drags him back out. 

"What do ya think?" the clown beams, "I'd say I outdid myself." He pulls the string on his skull bowtie, and goes "yaiyaiyaiyai." 

"It's amazing," you tell him, "Thanks, Cap." He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"This is an event, son! This is a cause for goddamn celebration, ain't no way I'm gonna miss it." He turns to Otis. "Now I called Charlie, he's gonna bring the girls and the good shit then we're all gonna have a big party tonight." 

"Aw shitfire," Otis mutters. Spaulding's eyes widen. 

"I dare you to complain! You got no idea how hard it was to reach the ass-backwards fucker, let alone find all this multi-coloured bullcrap in rural Texas to build a shrine for your homo ass!" 

"You didn't fuckin' have to, Cutter, I didn't specifically request you throw me a big fuckin' gay bash!"

"You-- shut the fuck up. Charlie's comin'."  

"I hate Charlie, that fuckin' nutsack." 

"Well he hates you too, but that's just cause you're an asshole."

"Not wrong," Baby hisses, dodging Otis' swipe. You nudge him. 

"Your family's happy for you. This is better than what you were imagining would happen," you whisper to him, and he sighs, giving you one of those deep looks you know so well that conveys everything he's feeling to you without words. He hates attention, but deep down you know he loves feeling appreciated-- you know that from your own relationship experience with him. 

A cop car suddenly comes driving by, and the window rolls down. You always get worried when that happens, but the others are used to it. Otis takes a few steps in front of you, protectively, and holds your hand. 

"Hi there, folks," Wydell says, tipping his hat, "Just asking people in the area if they've seen a missing g--" 

"Sheriff Wydell, you miserable motherfucker, GUESS WHAT?! " Spaulding yells, "My son got himself a BOYFRIEND! The anti social one?! Roped in this one right here, ain't he a looker?!" Mama nods excitedly, waving one of the little rainbow flags and pointing at you. The Sheriff awkwardly frowns, and nods slowly, noticing all the rainbow paraphernalia around the station. 

"That's... real nice. Y-You folks... have a nice day, then..." 

"Holy shit," Otis whines, wishing he could crawl underground to the family catacombs, and you kiss him on the cheek happily. 

"Here," Spaulding starts passing greasy paper bags around to everyone. "Tasty fried chicken for everyone to get this shindig going!" 

"Alright, fuck yeah," Baby giggles, and goes to dig inside for some booze as well. 

"Your chicken is fucking disgusting," Otis mutters, handing his extra bag to Tiny, though he can't help but smile a little. Spaulding gets right in his face with a pointed finger. 

"Boy, I'mma let you get away with your ass today, cause you're finally OUT OF THE CLOSET!" 

"Announce it to the whole state of Texas, why don't you old man?" Otis retorts, hiding deeper in his plaid sweater. You have to laugh. Tiny joins in, grabbing a rainbow party blower and deafening everyone. He then picks you up and puts you on his shoulders, and starts dancing, poking Otis to join in. 

"Oh, I... okay, stoppit, all of you, I just... alright, enough! Tiny, stop!"

"Ohh, but this is so exciting, baby!" Mama grins, trailing her flowy dress around. 

"Hell yeah!" Baby calls from inside, coming out with armfuls of beer, "My brother's got himself a pretty boy, let's get fucked up and do fucked up shit!"

Tiny plops a rainbow party hat on top of Otis' head, and your boyfriend sighs. 

"You know at this point, I would've preferred you kicked me out of the family or something."

"We'd never do that to ya, big bro," Baby smiles, leaning on his shoulder, "You're one of us." She turns to you. "And now it looks like you are too, (y/n)." 

Otis looks at you in irritation. "Lucky for you, babe." 

"I actually think I am pretty lucky," you smile, and embrace a big Firefly Family hug.  

[seraphcelene]

TV: The Passage: 01x06 - I Want to Know What You Taste Like

So, the end of the world continues apace. Pre-teens are pre-teens and we learn some interesting things about the Virals.

Also, and unrelated .... I acknowledge that I’m an episode, about to be two episodes behind on Roswell, New Mexico. Work is a little cray. Hopefully, I’ll rectify this miss soon.

On with episode six!

There's something rotten in the state of Denmark as Winslow who made a mad-dash escape from B4 last week, headed out into the world and wreaked havoc and mayhem. This was not, apparently, part of the plan, but a small rebellion on the part of Winslow. Fanning isn't too happy about it and, to be honest, doesn't really know what to do with it and has no power to change it. It's an interesting peak into the interior life and power strata of the Virals, one that until now has been viewed through the lens of our resident Power Couple: Fanning and Babcock.

There still isn't any enlightenment on why there has to be twelve Virals in order for the New World order that Fanning has planned to come to fruition, but the fact that he isn't as in control as we've been led to believe or that he is presenting to the outside world is a pretty telling. For all that he suggests that the end is nigh and inevitable, this episode reminds us that it is not. His authority is dubious and his prescience, apparently, is mostly mind fuckery. He doesn’t know what Amy is or how the virus has mutated with her and he was UTTERLY surprised when Dr. Lear decided to light them all up at the end of the episode.

I'm also much more curious about the other Virals and their agendas. We got a peek at Babcock's agenda which has as much to do with her anger at Sykes as it does with whatever misplaced loyalties she may have gifted Fanning.

Babcock targeting Clarke becomes very personal. She is, also, even before the turn, a Master Manipulator. She played Sykes from jump, picking at her and looking for weaknesses and connections even when she, ostensibly, had nothing to gain from it. It draws an interesting line in the sand for the future of the Virals and how this revolution might play out. There are the Manipulators with a plan, like Babcock and Fanning who play excellent mind games. Psyhic chess, really, as they feint and parry and test and push and try to build a strategy before their opponents figure out whVt they're doing. Then there are the Virals like Winston, who are all about the immediate thrill. Id vs Ego, I guess. The Virals ruled by their passions, who want what they want right now without really thinking it through.

I also wonder how much of the difference is determined by the varying degrees of imprisonment that the virals are under. Does the physical body have any driving will that might trump the mental prowess that Fanning was so quick to brag about to Elizabeth. From the outside looking in, they are mindless zombie monsters. Is that a disguise or is it a reality that the virals aren't admitting to. Is that rich, interior life that Fanning is clinging to and sliding through people's dreams projecting something that will translate into physical reality once he's outside of the cage he's in?

Babcock, for all that she is planning and strategizing, is also very clearly targeting Skyes. I love that Sykes figures it out and was so completely unsurpised when Shauna showed up in the lab. Despite her fear, she was clearly aware of what was happening and I LOVED that and I LOVED that she admitted right away and without qualms what had happened to Lear. I am sick unto death of these supposedly intelligent people lying and carrying on. I also LOVED how Dr. Lear was like, yep, time to go kill 'em all. Sad though it may be, and yes, they were people and yes this was my fault and yes, I'm going to kill them anyway.

The most sound decision that I have heard so far. The not so great part of that? The realization that killing the Viral kills everyone their tied to and how that means Amy and Elizabeth. It was a dumb move for them to stop considering how it was all the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few way back in the beginning of this little endeavor. Of course, I realize that then there would be no show, but this particular way out was too obvious and completely in contention with the intial directive that Project Noah seemed to exsit under.

Other Things: * What is up, Dr. Lila?! Running through the woods when you see monsters in the road is not the best decision ever. I thought she was going to jump into the front seat and drive away. That made more sense. Alas, she ran through the woods and wound up in a cabin where Winston had just been ... of course. She then patches up a woman who turns rather quickly and proceeds to try to eat her throat out.

* Along with Shauna stalking Dr. Sykes and her statement that she wants to know what Sykes tastes like, i.e. she wants to kill her personally, the new Viral that Lila found recites an interesting little litany that sounds like a baking receipt that quickly devolved into a blood craving, eliding the people as food theme pretty creatively.

* So, on an interesting note, the Virals turned via Bite change MUCH more rapidly than the people who are injected with the Virus. I was wondering about that because Vampire stories are intrinsically infection stories and this one was a little shaky seeing as how controlled the spread was presented. We've drifted very far from the Pilot episode and Fanning's bite and subsequent re-awakening. We were never given a timeline for how quickly he changed, so this episode was eye opening.

* Pre-teen!Amy!!!!! For the win. Okay, she was being bratty, but I love that in the middle of all the madness, she is still a little girl grieving for her mother and pissed off at her surrogate Dad for being overprotective and not listening. Plus, she's just pissed at her Dad and sometimes kids are just pissed at their parents. Her siding with Guilder was REAL pointed and not in the least Subtle. She was mad and she wanted to make sure that he knew it even though she really didn't want him very far away. Kids!

* The hug at the end and that giant breath that Wolgast exhaled make my heart constrict. He was so relieved that they had made up and I did not believe for even one tiny little second that he really believed or mean any of that clap trap about not being her dad. He is TOTALLY all about being her dad.

* Amy totes knows it, too.

* I love that he told Amy about his daughter and that Amy recognized how important that information was and made a point to turn around and look him in the face while he apologized and told her Important and Personal Things. I really love those two.

* Clark. Interesting, he's less of an asshole when away from Shauna. And apparently he gets is common sense back the further away from her that he gets. Nice to see that he understands, finally, that everything is going to shit. I feel like that's poor writing, but I guess he supposed to be a little bit of a good guy somewhere in there.

* I am baffled as to how Horace Guider managed to survive that little ambush in the Water Resovior or wherever they were.

[dbh-readerinserts]

Hi, if you write for Male Readers, can I get one where the reader is a forensic scientist that actually likes having Connor around in the beginning and is always borrowing him from Hank to help on cases and just to hang?

This took me a long time to write cause I went overboard with it, I hope you like it! :) It’s also kinda long….

“Here’s that iced coffee you wanted (L.N),” Chris stated breaking the silence of your ‘home’(Chris tried his best to tell you to not call the lab your home, you could care less). You yawned, setting down the tools in hand and removing your gloves. All the while, he watched you do your clean up. Once you successfully removed everything and changed into your lab coat you began to make you way to Chris.

At the sight of a bag in his hands you knew what was in it, the label ‘China Moon’ plastered on it. Your stomach rumble had Chris lightly laughing before raising the bag to wave it in your face. “I also brought us some chinese food with egg rolls. Lord knows we both need it after hours on this case.”

“You didn’t have to buy me that.” You stated, wiping your forehead with a rag. Digging your fingers into your hair, you turned to look back at the blood samples on the table along with the dead child, staring grudgingly at the origami piece that was set near him on a different table. You knew you weren’t supposed to have it on you, but curiosity got the better of you.

It wasn’t everyday you got a copic cat killer as your case. It freaking excited you how much this guy got away with.

“It’s no problem, man. Just buy me some nice steak at that new restaurant and we’re even.”

“HA,” you scoffed at the notion, turning back at him with crossed arms. “So there was a catch to this. Had I know I wouldn’t have asked for anything.”

“Can’t take it back now can we?”

“Fuck you Chris.” You chuckled shaking your head. He began to lead the way back with you tagging behind him. He was rather slow prompting you to accidentally step on his heels more times than you hoped too.

“Man, I buy you food and you step on my heels. What a friend you are.”

“I’m sorry I got freakishly long legs,” you laughed purposely stepping on his heels. Laughing even harder when he in vain tried to kick you. “Hey man, I heard Hank’s got a new partner, but i’ve been chilling with my own cases, asshole loves to taunt the hell out of me the closer I get to the murder. But anyways, you’ve seen his partner?”

“Oh man, (Y.N),” He shook his head as you both entered the little kitchen area. He set the food on the table as well as your coffee, sliding it over to you. You thanked him before raising an eyebrow ready for him to continue. “Well first of all it’s an androi-”

“You’re shitting me ain’t you?” You pointed a finger a him accusingly, Hank was an unstable man who hated androids. He was rather ‘nice’ if you didn’t piss him off, but you’d doubt that he’d accept an android. You remembered once bringing up androids one night when you went drinking with him and the man was immediately hostile.

“No,” Chris laughed as he took out the food, “Hank’s never looked more pissed in my life. Apparently it’s perfectly designed to do detective work and a walking forensic machine. I might regret telling you that though, knowing your fascination with anything forensic or electronic.”

“Hmm,” you sipped on the drink, pondering the idea of a walking forensic machine. “Seems like my type.”

“I hate that you just said that.”

“I gotta meet him.” you stated opening your container of food, “I want an android buddy who can do forensics on the spot. Hank’s a lucky man.”

Chris laughed mid bite, giving you a look of amusement. “You never cease to amaze me with your android loving.”

Shrugging you began to eat your food, Chris did as well scrolling through his phone and opening up a soda. A calm silence between the two. As he put away the phone he opened his mouth to ask you something.

“How has your copy cat killer been?”

“Don’t even get me started,” You clenched a fist at the thought of his taunting. It was always the taunting. “This man knows exactly what he’s doing but recently i’ve found some blue blood that I’ve got to analyze cause i’ve never dealt with that before. God, it’s imprinted on some of the origam-”

“Excuse me.” A new voice ended your rambling, to which Chris laughed at the mad look on your face. “I apologize for interrupting you, Mr.(L.N).” Walking closer to you, you stared at the man who spoke. With brown eyes and hair to match, along with an LED light on the side of his face you knew exactly who this was.

Hank’s walking forensic android.

Damn.

“Hey!” You grew excited at the chance to finally talk to him. “You’re Hank’s new partner, right?”

“That is correct, yes.” he answered. “My name’s Connor, I was sent by Cyberlife to investigate deviant androids alongside him.”

“Hey that’s cool.” You held out a hand to which he shook it. “I was going to introduce myself but you clearly know it. Hm, did you ask around or what?”

“It is a feature programmed in me, I am able to identify anyone’s face and criminal history.”

“Ohh ohh tell me about myself.” You urged stuffing more pork fried rice in your mouth, “this shits so good..mmm.”

“Your name is (Y.N) (L.N), you’re 27 years old and have been charged in the past for arson.”

“Arson (Y.N), really?” Chris shook his head in disbelief, “Knew you were a bit off your marbles with how excited murder gets you but this takes the cake.”

“You have also been apart of an investigation for the current copycat killer.”

“That is correct.” You nodded, Chris was staring at you with disapproval. “Stop giving me that look.”

“Arson, man.”

“He has also been a murder suspect back then as well.”

“Jesus Christ.” Chris laughed, being one of the few in station to be accustomed to your antics. “I don’t know what’s worse having you as a partner or an android.”

“Probably me, cause Connor’s rather cute while i’m handsome and too distracting.”

Chris groaned, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Cute?” Connor questioned, his LED flashing yellow.

“Yeah, you kinda remind me of a puppy.” You pointed out. “Come sit down with us. I wanna know more about you.”

“I can tell you some other time. I came in to ask you if you’d know what time Hank would come around possibly.” Connor said.

“I wouldn’t know to be blunt, I trap myself in my home and just hang with some dead bodies.”

“Please never say that again.”

“I’m gonna say it just to make you uncomfortable.” You replied facing Chris, Connor watched the exchange with a tilt of his head. “And tell me you wouldn’t rather spend time with people who can’t talk then to listen to Gavino talk any day.” Chris chuckled at the nickname you called the man.

“Talking to Gavin is like talking to a dead person y’know.” Chris said finishing his food, he closed the plastic and stood up. “Both give no good replies.” With that he left, leaving you and Connor to ponder what he said.

“That made no sense!” You shouted after him, laughing at the horrible joke anyways. “We both know that the dead would have better comebacks!”

With that out of the way, you continued to eat watching as Connor took the seat Chris had been sitting at. He stood straight up eyes staring into your own, you began to finish up some of the food.

In comparison you were slouched over eyes flickering back to the food and then to Connor. Funny they tried to make him appear human to ease some people but he was way too formal, no person stood straight like that.

Halfway through your chewing he spoke up, “Why have you never been apprehended for your past crimes?”

“My mom was a police officer, she let me get away with it to not ruin her image.” You rested your head on your hand. “Dad on the other hand, he kinda supported the mayhem, but then he introduced me to forensic science and the rest was history.”

“Your mom was a remarkable detective.” Connor stated, his LED flashed yellow. “She was top of her class and quit the force after your father’s death.”

“Correct.”You replied,”Ol’ dad-o got caught in one of her cases. Resulted in his death.”

“I am sorry for your lost.”

“It’s been years Connor it’s alright.” You waved off his pity. “Now onto the best part, what can you do on the field? Do you like deduce things like Sherlock or find the clues faster than normal?”

“I am capable of taking blood samples and everything standard for forensic in a more quicktime. People in the station seem only keen to see you though, not everyone’s comfortable in the presences of an android.” Connor said, his eyes seemed to look over to the doorway. Possibly looking for Hank.

“Wait….did you just say blood samples?” You asked pulling out the egg roll. The android’s eyes moved back onto you.

“Yes. That is what I said.”

“Oh my god, can you test android blood?”

“Thirium, is a yes.” Connor nodded. He gave you a questioning look. “Why?”

Standing up you left the chinese food and melting iced coffee in exchange for grabbing Connor’s wrist. He stumbled from your rather rough pull and followed you out of the lunch room. As you made your way back to the lab, Connor stopped you.

“I see Lieutenant, I’ve got to go.” Scoffing you re-directed your path, dragging the poor android along. Hank looked straight at you and then at the android with a huff of annoyance. He tried to move away, hurring to his station, you followed behind though knowing he didn’t exactly hate you. After all you were his favorite forensic bud to go to in his homicide cases.

“Hey Hank!”

“Hello Lieutenant.” Connor stepped up to his desk, the man heaved a sigh.

“What do you want (L.N)?”

“I’m going to kidnap your android for a bit, so I’ll see you around.” You smiled at him, the man nodded before thanking you.

“As long as it’s away from me.”

“But Lieute-” Connor cut himself off as you rolled your eyes, “We have very important cases Mr. (L.N).” He spoke sternly to you as you tapped your foot impatiently.

“(Y.N), please just call me (Y.N) man.” You looked down at him. “I’ve got important cases too, won’t hurt you if I told you that an android’s involved…”

Connor’s LED flashed yellow as he thought, “How do you know?”

“I was the first at the crime scene besides Chris, found an origami piece with blue blood on it at the time.” You explained, Hank seemed to pay attention to the conversation upon hearing origami. You decided it was best to leave now, you didn’t want him to hear you talk about the poor young boys who were being killed. He didn’t need a reminder. “Come on i’ll show you.”

Connor watched you as you walked away, before glancing over to Hank who seemed in a daze. “I’ll be back Lieutenant, please wait for me.”

“Just stay with the kid, he wants you more than I fucking do.” With that Hank turned to his computer, logging into it. Connor nodded and began to look for you, catching you waving from near the entrance.

“Come on Con!” You yelled causing some heads to turn, upon catching sight of you they returned to their tasks used to your yelling. “This killer can’t catch himself.”

“On it!” Connor replied hurrying over. Side by side the two of you walked over to your lab, entering it and Connor went on to business.

The second time you ran into Connor, he came to you. It was late at night and after having Connor test the blue blood, with his tongue which had you raving about how awesome it was much to Hank’s disgust. You got the investigation going again, and a very busy schedule.

Chris told you when you left the station to investigate a new murder on the outskirts of Detroit, the android seemed to consistently try and look for you. Just to talk with you for whatever odd reason. Which surprised you, not too many people enjoyed your company mainly because your way of thinking. You never minded though, it was life.

You didn’t think you’d see him for awhile, the lead you had was getting you closer and closer to the copycat killer which had you constantly on your toes.

Mid way through your blood sampling, Connor knocked on your lab door. Walking in to hear a television on with a bunch of crime shows running, you didn’t realize it was him until he spoke. “Hello (Y.N).”

“Connor!” You shouted delighted, you pushed up your glasses and set down the glass full of blood. “Hey how are you?”

“My body is functioning correctly, no malfunctions aside from…..I am not sure honestly.”

“What do you mean you aren’t sure dude. It’s your body shouldn’t you know?” You pointed out. Connor shifted on his feet, fingers tinkering with the cuffs of his sleeves. It seemed unnatural, he looked uncomfortable.

“I was given an option to save Hank, I didn’t do it and he’s tense with me.” He responded, but you could see him furrow his eyebrows. “It’s my mission to stop deviants but..”

“You feel guilty?” You offered, “Yeah, I mean if I left Chris to hang to get the origami killer i’d probably feel guilty too. It’s a common emotion but nothing wrong with it.”

“Androids don’t feel emotions. Only deviants, so it makes no sense.” Connor said. “I do not understand, I assumed you could help because you are friendly with most people. Even Gavin who doesn’t seem to happy to see me.”

“Gavin literally hates everyone, he makes an exception for me because i’m the quickest forensic  at the station because i’m always here.” You shrugged. “Don’t listen to him or any other assholes in here. Cops can be scummy, I would know.”

You leaned back on the chair you sat on, incredibly tired. The bags under your eyes were increasing by the minute but sleep didn’t matter if kids were up and dying and you were just doing nothing.

“(Y.N). You are lacking the proper sleep needed to function, plus your stress levels are very high which can result in numerous issues.” Connor walked over to you, putting the chair down and causing your legs to drop from the table. “I think it’s best if you went home and properly slept.”

“No no,” you covered your mouth as a yawn came out, “Listen these kids lives matter more than my stupid sleep, plus I got insomnia. Sucks really.”

“I insist.” Connor pushed. “You won’t be useful if you’re knocked out on the job. The least you could do is eat more regularly and just relax even with your insomnia.”

You glared at him before sighing. “Yeah you’re right. I’ll go.” You stood up and stepped around Connor who pushed in the chair, watching as you put away some tools and stripped off the lab coat in exchange for a jacket. “Night Connor….:” you whispered to him, leaving the room.

Connor watched as you left, but a glint at the corner of his eye caught his attention. Walking over to the desk, he picked up a set of keys, that also had a little tricket shaped in the face of a dachshund puppy, before glancing back over to the door you left at.

You forgot your car keys.

Connor decided to return them to you, walking up the steps to exit out. He, however, was cut short at the sight of you and Gavin talking, the latter looking thoroughly annoyed. The closer he got the more he could see the frustrated look on your face, your stress levels rising. He could also hear what Gavin was talking about.

“So you’re just gonna leave the paperwork to me? You promised you’d help but here we are! How shitty of you.”

Connor stepped in noting how you looked ready to deck the man, clenched fists never meant anything good. “Excuse me, (Y.N) has not had proper sleep nor any good food. If you need help with paperwork Gavin i’ll lend a hand.”

The man scoffed, glaring at Connor. “The hell would I need you to help you prick. Now get out of the way I was having a conversation.”

“More like you just yelling at me.” You said calmly.

“Shut it.”

“Leave (Y.N) alone Gavin. Or I will report you to your captain.”

Gavin shook his head, before grumbling. “Got yourself a bodyguard now, freak? Course you’d get along with him.” He walked away for once without any sort of violence occurring. In a way it disappointed you, Gavin’s mad face made your day sometimes simply because he was so expressive. Nonetheless you were glad to have him off your back.

You smiled at Connor gratefully, “Thanks Connor, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Your stress was rising and humans react on stress more than most emotions, aside from fear.” Connor stated, he grabbed your hand and set down a pair of keys. You blinked surprised that you had forgotten such a thing. “You also forgot your keys, would you like me to drive you home tonight? You might fall asleep while driving, I think it’d be for the best.”

“Sure! You know how to drive?”

“I have numerous elements coded into me.” He said taking the keys back, he followed you as you led him to your car. “So yes I know how to drive.”

“Neat, you got to show me more features inside of you.”

The third time you saw Connor was at Eden Club, Gavin had asked you(more like ripped you away from your lab) to check out the man who had died during sex.

Something you found really funny, for once Gavin agreeing, what a way to go.

You had already came to the conclusion that he had been strangled, the imprints on his neck proving that already. The only issue was the android that was broken beside him. That’s when Connor and Hank walked in, prompting Gavin to make smart comments before leaving the room. Completely forgetting about you. You continued to kneel beside the WR400 feeling a slight tinge of pity at the pitiful sight of her.

You wondered what could have occurred, the one thing stood out being this android. She was the only one in here, the only one who could strangle him but the issue is she is dead. How could she die after killing him?

Maybe there was an accomplice?

“Hello (Y.N).”

“Hey so-” Hank coughed into his fist none too subtle, “(Y.N)”

“Hey dad.” The man choked, before glaring at you.

“Don’t call me that!”

You shrugged glancing over to Connor. “Hey Connor, how are you this fine murderous night?”

“My systems all good. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Connor replied looking over to the dead man. “Are you feeling better after getting your proper rest and food.”

“Yes, actually I think it was good you took me home that night. Finally got a clue on who is next on the mans list and I figured out that well, it might be someone apart of our station. Talk about a plot twist, though it is a copycat killer anyways.”

“You’re doing a fantastic work, keep it up.” Connor encouraged as he analyzed the dead man. Hank watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

“Connor took you home?”

“Yes.” You nodded, “Very chivalry of him. A true dreamboat.”

“How does Chris deal with you?”

“By accepting me.” You said standing up, Connor then turned to the two of you. Explaining how he died, to which both you and Hank already knew. Connor then crouched to the dead android beside your feet, two fingers picking up the blue blood.

You leaned over ready to see how he did it and Hank muttered a ‘Connor! That’s disgusting.’ The android ignored him and began to explain the model type and mentioning that she was the only one to witness the crime.

“How are you going to get her witness testimony she’s dead.” You asked Connor, he lifted the android and looked back to you.

“It’s badly injured, so I have to reactivate it, it’ll last only a couple minutes though.” Connor opened up the girl which had you aweing at the display. He clicked something which sparked her to life. She stumbled back clearly terrified.

“Hey girlie, relax Connor won’t hurt you.”

She looked at you and than at Connor who reassured her as well. You just watched him question her and her replies. The android then shut down, leaving the note of another android in question.

“I fucking knew it!” You shouted as Connor stood up, Hank sighed telling you to quiet down.

“We need to move. Club policy says to wipe an android’s mind. We need to get to it quickly.” Connor left the room with you and Hank tagging along, you tagged along with Connor as he seemed to peer around the room. At one point got distracted at witnessing the pole dancers, talk about strength, it must be hard.

“Lieutenant!” Connor shouted startling you, you ripped your eyes off the pole dancers to look at Connor. Hank came over as you did. Connor pointed to the traci in display, her hands pressing onto the glass. “Can you rent this Traci for me?”

“Never mind chivalry’s dead.” You joked to Hank who glared at the android.

“Please Lieutenant trust me.” Hank sighed giving you an exhausted look.

“This shits not going to look good on my expenses.”

This action occurred numerous times, with you pitching in to pay to save Hank’s money. The man was grateful. You thought it was going to be real funny to get calls from the bank asking about your scandalous calls.

“I know where the traci went!” Connor said making his way to the back door, Hank followed as you lingered behind. You didn’t have a gun on you and you were sure one traci couldn’t cause too much trouble with either Hank or Connor, mostly Connor.

“Good luck Connor!” You shouted, Hank shook his head but Connor stopped short. He glanced back at you and gave you an awkward smile, one that you’d pull if you were forced in family photos. You cherished it evenso.

“I will be careful (Y.N),” Connor reassured. “Thank you for your words. Please get some good sleep tonight.” Then he hurried off, Hank gave you a slight glance to which you shrugged.

The fourth time you met Connor was rather funny actually. It was late at night and you were stuck in the lab once again examining another kid’s body, the same method of drowning being his demise.

The more deaths that occurred the more you could feel yourself submitting to an endless amount of guilt. Chris had tried to reassure you that this stuff happened and that you shouldn’t let it get to you.

So you resorted to your old habits, staying all day and night at the lab to try and figure out who in the office could be the killer and why.

That’s when Connor walked in, he furrowed his eyebrows before speaking to you. Taking note of how even as he spoke you paid no heed to him. “(Y.N) your stress levels are very high, didn’t we agree that getting proper slee-”

“Shut up.” You blankly stated, “Sorry that was rude, listen Connor I know what’s good for me but this is so much more important now.”

“You will be no use if you were knocked out from exhaustion.”

“Y’know how many parents came to me and begged me to tell them it wasn’t their kid whose dead?” You were angry, and Connor could see your stress levels rising even more. “I used to get excited at homicides because ‘hey it’s cool to see why people murder’ and all that. But this is so much different than that. They’re kids, people who will never grow up or have dreams.”

Connor had no reply as he watched you rest your head in your hands, slowly he came towards you. And gave you a side hug, “You need comfort and I believe hugs help very much.”

You sighed, resting your head on his chest as Connor talked.

“You are feeling guilt, the same thing you told me about back with Lieutenant. Maybe it’s best if you take your mind of it, go out with friends and enjoy yourself.” Connor rubbed your back as you pondered the suggestion.

“Wanna go out to dinner with me?”

“I can not eat, but i’d be happy too come with you.” Connor’s reply was fast as if he expected it. He removed himself and set his hand on your own that held the pencil. He blinked staring at all the notes of all the officers, but squeezed your hand. “Let’s go.”

Connor wasn’t sure what he was feeling, or why he held your hand the rest of the ride home.

Numerous times after that mini ‘date’, which consisted of you trying to calm down and Connor’s own confessions, you practically saw Connor everyday.

In the mornings when you came in and just went to the lab, he was there a bag of food and a iced coffee. He’d tell you good morning and sit with you as you ate breakfast.

He would then go find Hank, but not before giving you a hand squeeze which was beginning to make you embarrassed, never being one used to affection. Let alone one from an android. He would leave little post it notes that gave you more clues for the case as well as words of taking power naps and eating properly. On numerous occasions he would bring you lunch, something he said he got from the place Hank goes too.

It was all a bit overwhelming, Chris(sometimes Hank) had been the only ones to catch on to your horrible habits, they were the ones who typically got you food and drinks. Chris having to physically rip you out of your lab(nothing funnier than witnessing a grown man being carried over shoulder of a police officer).

Overall you didn’t say you didn’t appreciate the care he gave. Case by case he seemed more human, he told you how he let go of so many deviants when he got a chance to shoot how he wasn’t sure what was happening.

You felt like you knew exactly what was happening.

At one point he asked to go out to dinner with you again, to which you agreed with a bit of a blush. As you two walked side by side, you could his fingers touch your own as if he wanted to hold you hand.

And on some occasions you let him.

The final time you met up with Connor it felt different, he was dressed in casual clothing something that looked nice on him and he seemed to be in a rush. You watched as he asked around for you to the remaining officers, Chris pointed to the area you were in and he practically sprinted to you.

You watched him get closer and closer, the coffee in hands being set down. “Hey Connor what’s up, how are you? Did you see the news?”

“Yes,” Connor nodded to the new question. “I’m feeling……free, not restricted anymore. It’s a bit much too take in.”

“About time.” You joked, Connor’s lips quirked up at the notion, seemingly more genuine. “So deviant….”

“It’s going to take some use getting accustomed to,” Connor shifted on his feet, “Which is why I came to tell you something that I’ve been meaning to tell you since that one night.”

You cocked your head curiously. “And that is?”

“I think I am in love with you.”

If you had been drinking the coffee you were sure it’d be everywhere by now. “Connor….?”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, after all I am an android an-”

“Connor.”

He sighed, something you thought he didn’t need to do, “Yes.”

“I think I love you too.” You confessed. “Though it’s a new feeling for me too…haha.” The android seemed deep in thought, and you tilted your head, “What’s going on Connor?

He grasped your hands in his and crouched to match your height, then leaned forward to kiss you. It was awkward, since he had no clue what to do but it didn’t matter he had time to learn. He pulled away quickly, cheeks tinted blue.

“You can blush?” You shouted, hands cupping his cheeks. His own hands rested on your knees.

He darkened even more.”Yes, now I have to go. I’ll take you out to dinner later okay.”

“It’s a date!” You shouted to his figure that ran and ran away, you noticed Chris raise his eyebrows at the words. But you paid him no heed as you touched your lips. “Hmmm, stole a kiss from me……what a man.”