#pretty sure everyone around allen feels second hand embarrassment by his antics

[koumeowkami]

lol i just find out that allen apparently has an ex-girlfriend (?) mentioned in the bae's first opening show voice drama 😭

imagine accidentally seeing your ex-boyfriend but the first thing you see is him simping over his rival 😭

OMG I REMEMBER THAT DJDBDJK

lmao i think that'd give me second hand embarrassment. like "dude i can't believe you're being gay in front of me and IN PUBLIC. smh" /j

[keanureevesisbae]

Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Epilogue

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 4.1k

A/N: This will be Vanessa’s pov

Masterlist // Previous chapter //

9 years later

Name: Vanessa Tran-Cavill

Subject: English

Teacher: Mrs. Allen

Grade: 100/100 — Vanessa, you are such a talented writer. You raised the bar for every other essay I’m going to read in my entire career left as an English teacher. You have such a wonderful role model in your life. Please cherish your family for the rest of your life!

The one who taught me everything - an essay about Olivia Tran-Cavill, the greatest inspiration for me.

I was raised by the toughest woman alive. I know that a lot of kids say that about their mom, but allow me to explain why Olivia Tran-Cavill is the toughest woman I know in my life.

Her boyfriend left her when she told him she was pregnant with me, her own family (meaning her parents and her two brothers) practically disowned her, and on top of that she just started a job as a freshly minted veterinarian.

If I were in her shoes, I’d be terrified, struck by multiple breakdowns on a daily basis, but not my mom. She raised me all by herself, barely having a break or a moment of her own. I was her number one priority. She told me to be kind, to be honest and polite: personality traits that provide me with the best today and for all the days to come in the future.

There was only one thing that I desperately wanted and that was a family. I wanted a dad like the kids in my class. I wanted grandparents. I wanted aunts and uncles. I wanted to have little siblings, because I knew that I would be a great big sister.

Unfortunately that wasn’t in the stars for me and my mom told me that. It takes a brave woman to say to her young child: ‘Your real dad doesn’t want you. Your grandparents kicked me out the second they found out I was pregnant with you. Your uncles never spoke to me again.’

It hurt obviously. There were people walking around here that shared DNA with me, that were family, but they made it pretty clear that they didn’t want me nor my mother. To this day they still haven’t reached out and they honestly don’t know what they are missing out on. At least, that is what my mom always tells me.

But my mom always told me that family wasn’t all about sharing DNA, it was about finding people that you want in your life. You can choose who your family is.

Despite that wonderful piece of advice that I definitely took to heart, I continued to make her a drawing every single day. My mom and I inside our house and outside there is a man with a dog, waiting to be allowed into our life.

Waiting to become a dad.

My dad.

One day my mom was on call and had to go to the clinic at night. She took me with her and that’s the day we met Henry and his dog Kal. Little did we all know that at that exact moment, our lives drastically changed.

Henry was more of a dad in the first hour that I had met him, then my real dad was in my entire life. For the first time in life, I had a dad figure. A man who cared not only about me, but also about my mom.

Being with Henry never drastically changed my mom. She was still the bad ass mom I always had, but it did softened her up. It made her relaxed. Henry gave her what she deserved all those years of raising me by herself. Letting someone take care of her too. There is only so much a six year old could give back to a powerhouse like her mom, but there is so much more a man like Henry Cavill can give her.

He provided us with a family. A grandma, a granddad and four lovely uncles.

And for that I have to thank my mom. She allowed Henry into her life, thus into my life and gave us six amazing Cavill family members, who cared about us and loved us up to this day.

Now, I admire her every single day. The way she takes care of not only me, but also my three sisters, is something I feel like I can never live up to. Whenever some of us walk into the room, her face lights up and she drops everything to give us her full attention.

And for that I am so incredibly thankful. She taught me so much. How to love, how to catch more flies with honey than with vinegar and she taught me that it is okay to be scared, but that it should never stop you from pursuing what you want to achieve.

I know my mom was scared when she got pregnant and was dropped by all the people she thought she could trust and rely on, but it never stopped her from pursuing what she wanted: to be a great mother and an excellent veterinarian. Knowing that, I’m going to try to be the best version of myself, though I know damn well that I can never be as amazing as her.

For me, my mom is the most influential person in my life and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

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With my freshly graded essay, I walk towards my locker. This is such a great way to end the week. I worked my ass off on this essay and the fact that mrs. Allen gave me the full hundred out of hundred points is unbelievable. She never gives people higher than ninety points probably. I feel like I’m the first student in her entire career to score the highest grade possible.

‘There she is.’ I look up to see Trey walking up to me, already undoing his tie. He always tells me that he hates that thing with a passion and while I suggest he uses a clip on tie (like half the school does), he keeps on wearing the regular one. I think it’s so he can continue to bitch about it. ‘You’re going to Jimmy’s party tonight, right?’

I shake my head. ‘I’m sorry, Trey, I can’t. I have plans with my family.’

‘The entire family?’ he asks, as he leans against the row of lockers besides mine.

‘Yes, the entire family.’

‘And there is absolutely no change at all that you can ditch them?’

I can’t stop my chuckle. Usually I go out on Friday, especially if Trey invites me, but right now I really can’t go. ‘It’s important,’ I say to him. I see him fake pouting, causing me to roll my eyes. ‘Come on, don’t pout. Jimmy has parties every two weeks. I’ll be at the next one.’

Trey grins. ‘I’ll hold you to that, V. Tell your mom I said hi and also say that to your dad, because I’m afraid he’ll kick my ass next time he sees me. Oh, and say hi to your sisters, will you?’

A few weeks ago Trey came over to my place, because we were going to do algebra homework together (and because we wanted to spend time together). Dad was ready to embarrass the shit out of me (I think he has been waiting for this moment since he adopted me to be honest—he seemed to well prepared), but mom swooped right in and Trey felt instantly at ease. Ever since then, he asks me how she is doing when I see him at school.

I know it’s tough for Trey. He wasn’t raised with a mother, since she passed away during his birth, but her three brothers raised him. He loves them dearly and because of that, he can handle my dad’s antics just fine. However it’s nice for him to have a motherly figure in his life, since his uncles never dated (they would get along well with my uncles) and my mom is the right person for that.

After that algebra homework moment we had, he has been coming over a lot more often and just a few days ago, I saw him giving my mom a hug. When I asked her about it, she told me that he always likes it when he is here and it turns out, that he told her all about growing up with only his uncles and how she feels like a mom figure to him. I like how he is welcomed into my family. My sisters are absolutely smitten with him and they love it when I bring him over, since they wished I was a boy, so they could have a brother.

It’s always nice to know that your sisters love you for who you are.

‘You know, you can come over too,’ I say, not wanting Trey to leave. ‘If you want to of course.’

‘Are you sure?’ he asks, but he already has a telling smile on his face. ‘I just don’t want to intrude an important event.’

‘You won’t,’ I laugh. ‘It’s been ten years since my dad officially adopted me. We’re going to celebrate at my grandparents’ place. My uncles will be there, my aunt, nephews and my sisters.’

Trey smiles. ‘Well, if you invite me.’

I close my locker and say: ‘We are going to celebrate this whole weekend, but you can only stay today if you want to, so you won’t miss Jimmy’s party.’

‘I don’t really care about Jimmy’s party,’ Trey admits. ‘I only wanted to spend time with you.’

It’s obvious that we have a crush on each other, it’s just that I’m afraid of committing. He doesn’t seem to mind though, that pull my hand back when he wants to hold it and that we haven’t kissed, though we’ve been on a few dates.

‘So,’ Trey says as we walk out of the school, ‘your dad adopted you ten years ago.’

I nod. ‘Yeah, he made me an official Cavill from that day. If I’m being completely honest, I never thought I’d have a dad. I always thought that it was going to be me, my mom and my pleads for a dad. For such a long time I thought it was enough, though deep down I wanted a dad, but sometimes it’s just not meant for everyone, right?’

Trey nods. ‘Right.’

‘I still remember the day we met him and Kal,’ I say. ‘And I just knew that I wanted that man as my father. I was six and though I need saw my mom with a man, I just knew that they were meant for each other, you know. We were standing around the examination table, because Kal was sick and I thought to myself that this was the man that not only I wanted in my life, but my mom needed as well.’

Trey’s fingers brush against mine and I hold onto his hand, for the first time in the weeks that we are circling around each other.

I think back to the times where it was just my mom and I. She was so strong for all those years of raising me, telling me the painful truth about my biological dad, my grandparents and uncles from her side of the family, arranging all different sorts of shifts at the animal clinic and bringing me to work when necessary.

I admire my mother and the way she carefully picked out a man that was worthy of becoming my dad, of adopting me and giving me his last name. I had been Vanessa Tran for so many years, but becoming Vanessa Tran-Cavill, had been such a blessing and for the first time in seven years, I had a dad, someone who cared about me.

Someone who loved me.

And right now, I have seen how much he loved my mom, me and my sisters. I admired the way dad took care of us, while still having an acting career. He played in seven movies since I met him and five of those were being filmed here in the UK, since he didn’t want to leave us for too long.

He posts about us on Instagram sometimes, but always disables the comments. A lot of people know that I’m his daughter, but they mostly find out when we’ve known each other for a while.

Trey and I get out of the bus, but I stop him, before we walk off to my grandparents’ house. ‘I just want to prepare you. I have four nosey uncles and a granddad who just starts to talk, not knowing when to stop.’

‘It’s nothing I can’t handle,’ he laughs. ‘Remember, I grew up with three uncles and their friends. This will be peanuts.’

I smile. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ I squeeze his hand. ‘Trey, before we go into the backyard, I have to admit something.’

‘I like you too,’ he says. ‘And I don’t mind taking it slow.’

My eyes widen. ‘How did you know I was going to say that?’

‘You’re predictable, Tran.’ Trey smiles and I roll my eyes. ‘It’s honestly no big deal. I really like you and your family and though I feel comfortable enough to go at my pace, I don’t want to force you into stuff.’ He gives me a squeeze back in my hand. ‘Your pace and no one else’s.’ He pulls me to him and wraps me up in a tight hug. I feel his chin on top of my head and I let out a sigh, before I close my eyes, nuzzling my face in his chest. This feels nice, I could get used to this.

I pull back a little, to carefully press a kiss on his jaw. ‘Come on, let’s go,’ I say, pulling him with me to the gate at the back of the yard. Together we walk into the backyard and I see everyone is already there. Uncles Piers, Niki and Charlie are standing near the barbecue, as my nine year old sister Elodie is poking Charlie in his sides. Belle has wrapped her arms around uncle Simon’s neck, giving him tons of kisses. Belle’s two year old son Hugh is trying to kick the ball, but he misses and falls flat on his bum. He waddles over to Belle, who is currently expecting another boy in four months.

My five year old sisters Chloe and Heather are the first to notice me. ‘Vanessa!’ they scream in unison, rushing towards me and wrapping their arms around my waist. ‘We missed you.’

‘I missed you guys too,’ I chuckle.

‘And you brought Trey!’ Chloe notices, jumping in his arms. ‘You are staying here for the barbecue?’

‘Of course,’ Trey says with a smile. ‘I wouldn’t miss it for the world, munchkin.’

Everyone looks up and gives me hugs and introduce themselves to Trey if they haven’t met him already. Grandpa Colin gives me a big hug and slips fifty pounds not only in my hand, but also in Trey’s hand. ‘So you can take her out on a date, young man,’ he tells Trey.

When we walk over to my parents, Trey says: ‘Damn, I get fifty pounds for showing up here. Should I tell your grandad when my birthday is?’

‘Don’t,’ I say sternly, pinching his side.

Kal licks my hand and I scratch him on top of his head. He is not fat anymore (as if my mother would allow that). He is also not as active as he used to be when I met him, but he is still the most loyal and biggest sweetheart in the world, always taking care of me and my sisters.

My mom holds out her arms and Trey doesn’t hesitate for a minute to be engulfed in her arms. Dad wraps his arms around my waist and bumps his nose against my cheek. Elodie, Chloe and Heather often wonder why we do that, but it’s our thing and it’ll always be our thing. ‘There you are, sunshine,’ he says.

‘It’s a special day today,’ I say. ‘You have any regrets?’

He scoffs. ‘Are you kidding me? As if I could have regrets.’

‘You still have the receipt?’

He laughs. ‘Like I would ever use that.’ He gives me a kiss on my cheek and says: ‘You brought your boyfriend with you, I see.’

Normally I’d protest against his antics, but now… I actually don’t mind. I quite like it actually. I like the idea of Trey being my boyfriend. ‘Well, yeah.’

Dad gives me a big kiss, before he places me on my feet again. Trey wipes his hands clean on his jeans, before he extends his hand to my dad. I don’t quite know what happens after that, because mom pulls me into a hug. Though I’m seventeen now and my mom is reaching the forty already, she barely aged.

It’s admirable, really. After she gave birth to Elodie and she lost that much blood, it was the scariest experience in my life. I thought, with the way everyone was looking at each other when dad called, my mom would die. It took her six months to recover and I helped out the best I could, but I knew that asking for another sibling too soon, wouldn’t help. Four years after she had Elodie, she became pregnant with twins and after that she did not want more kids. Ideally she wanted three, I remember her saying that to dad, but now she had four and though she loved it, it was enough.

‘How was school?’ mom asks.

‘It was great. I got my English essay back.’

‘Oh really? How did you do?’

‘I’ll tell you in a minute.’

Mom tilts her head when she looks at Henry and Trey, who seem to hit it off actually. ‘You chose a good one,’ she tells me. ‘So proud of you, sweetheart.’ Mom wraps her arm around my waist and gives me a kiss. ‘Oh no, mom!’ she yells to grandma Marianne. ‘Wait, don’t carry everything.’ Mom rushes off to the kitchen and I can’t hide my smile.

I’m happy that all these people are my family. From the looks of Trey, he actually is a bit nervous. I walk up to him and my dad and wrap my arm around his hips. He is tense, but wraps his arm around my shoulders. ‘You’re not bugging him, are you, dad?’

‘No, of course not,’ he says, but I cock my eyebrow, causing him to say: ‘Just asking him what he will do with that fifty pound your grandpa gave him.’

Of course my dad noticed that.

He excuses himself, walking up to the barbecue, lifting up Elodie in the process. I look up at Trey and I ask: ‘I thought you said this would be peanuts?’

‘It will be peanuts,’ he tells me. ‘Just have to warm up a bit.’ He smiles, pearly white teeth framed by his full lips. ‘This definitely helps.’

‘Okay, love birds,’ uncle Niki yells, ‘come on. We’re getting ready to eat.’

I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks, but despite that, I still chuckle. He laces his fingers through mine, as we walk to the big table in the backyard under the parasol. ‘I just want to say one thing,’ grandma Marianne says, ‘and that is that I want to thank my son for overfeeding his dog, so he met the greatest veterinarian of all times, who—together with her oldest daughter—brought so much joy and happiness into the family.’

‘Mom, it has been ten years!’ dad says. ‘Please, let it go. I’m not overfeeding Kal anymore.’

It has been an ongoing joke, every time my dad gives Kal a little snack, at least one of the entire Cavill Clan says something along the lines of that we have to hide the other snacks.

‘But anyways,’ grandma says, ‘I am so happy that now we are this big and happy family. It’s all I really wanted.’

Everyone takes a deep breath, because we all realize that it could’ve gone so differently. I clear my throat and say: ‘I got my English essay back and got myself a hundred out of a hundred points.’

‘Shut up!’ uncle Piers says. ‘You got a perfect score? When was the last time something like that happened with us?’

‘None of you boys ever got a perfect score,’ grandpa Colin says. He sometimes can’t remember how to use the remote, what my sisters or my name is, but this he knows.

‘Anyways,’ I say, ‘it does have something to do with what happened ten years ago. I mean, becoming officially a Cavill has been the greatest thing ever. I watched my life do a complete one eighty and though I have to thank my dad for that, there is one woman who absolutely changed my life and is such a wonderful role model for not only me, but also my sisters, that I decided to write my essay about my mom.’

Mom’s eyes widen, before she scrunches up her nose. ‘Why?’

This is such a typical reaction from her, so I cannot stop my laugh. ‘Because mom, you are amazing. Everything that I have, started with you. Everything I understand, I do, I think about, is because of the way you took care of me and raised me. I know that I tell you this a lot, but mom, I love you so so much and everything you did for me, it’s so admirable. I owe so much to you.’

Mom clears her throat. ‘Oh sweetie,’ she mumbles. ‘You don’t owe me anything.’

‘You did so well, mom,’ I whisper. ‘I’m so lucky to have been raised by you.’

She grabs my hand and gives me a loving squeeze. ‘Sweetheart, could you come with me for a second?’

The two of us walk inside of the house, as we hear conversation strike up behind us. The second we are out of sight, she wraps her arms around me. This is what she always does, not wanting to cry in front of the other Cavills, always going to a secluded place. ‘I love you, Vanessa,’ she whispers. ‘I think I’ve done a pretty good job with you.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘You did an excellent job, mom. You are honestly the biggest power house I’ve ever met.’

‘Could you imagine what would’ve happened if Belle was able to baby sit you?’ mom asks. ‘Because you, my love, charmed yourself a way into your father’s heart.’

I chuckle. ‘I kinda did, didn’t I?’

Mom smiles, as she holds tightly onto my hands. ‘I know you always thank me for giving you the family you always wanted, but remember: if you weren’t so instantly in love with your dad, I don’t know if I had given it a shot to be honest.’

That is such a weird thought, I think to myself. I always stop myself when I want to think about the ‘what ifs’ and my entire family never really brought it up. Maybe when I was younger, but never with me. But what if indeed I were to stay over at Belle’s place, I would’ve never known that Henry was there probably. Imagine the life that we would’ve had. Maybe I had given my biological father Wesley a chance and then I didn’t have my three wonderful sisters.

‘What are you two doing here? Poor Trey is being questioned by Niki, Charlie and grandpa and the old man is not holding back.’ My dad walks in and though he has reached the ripe age of forty eight, he is still the tall and bulked up man that I met in the examination room. He is still the man that loved me like I was his own.

‘Just thanking my daughter for being such a lovely girl, who charmed her way into your heart.’

‘Oh, you sure did,’ dad says with a smile. ‘My lovely sunshine, I love you so much and I can’t believe it’s been more than ten years since I met you and your mom.’ He wraps his arms around us and says: ‘Though I still feel the fear of Kal vomiting on the carpet with blood, I am so grateful that you picked up and the other clinics didn’t.’ He presses a kiss on my mom’s forehead.

‘Dad, when did you realize you were in love with mom?’

‘Well, I told myself that I shouldn’t have a crush on someone that I barely knew,’ dad says, ‘but I can tell you that deep down in my heart I knew that this beautiful woman stole my heart the second she said the seven words that I’ll never forget. Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat.’

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Bonus instagram posts:

Elodie and Vanessa

Elodie with Olivia

Pregnant with twins!

Pre teen Vanessa showing Henry that he is an actual boomer

Chloe and Heather

Vanessa as a teenager

Elodie as a teenager

Chloe and Heather as teenagers

A/N: soooo this is the end of this wonderful story, though I wish this would go on forever. Thank you so much to all the people who have been reading this, leaving lovely comments. Thanks to this story I gained so many new followers. I never expected it to blow up like this haha. Not to self promote but will do anyway, but please check out my other works if you haven’t already (and if you want to of course, I’m not going to force you to read my other fics) and of course I’ll be back with other fun projects, that I obviously will announce like usual 🤗

[thirium-fiction]

Hi! Can you do the DPD gang reacting to their s/o using pickup lines to try to make them flustered?

A/N: Big thank you for 4k! I love you all so much and thank you for being so patient! There’s a lot going on but I’m doing my best to keep up with my writing on here! Enjoy! :)

Connor –

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

Like most things, he wouldn’t understand what you’re referring to. All you were met with was a blank face with eyebrows knitted together in confusion. It really was difficult for you to make jokes around him especially flirtations. You’ve tried puns before with him and that didn’t work either. There would be a glimpse of an awkward attempt at a smile before fading back into a straight line. You could practically see the amount of research he was going through his vast database just from the blank look in his eyes along with a yellow LED. Connor’s lips parted before pausing for a split second as if thinking everything through.  

“I apologize. I must have misheard you, (Y/N). Would you mind repeating that to me one more time?”

A deep heavy sigh made its way out of your nose. Everyone knew that explaining something clever would ruin it but you couldn’t just leave him bewildered. He really was trying his best to understand.

“A cute-cumber!” You laughed breathlessly, slowly becoming embarrassed and regretting even saying anything in the first place. “Get it?”

Silence.

“I’m calling you cute, Connor.”

Connor immediately relaxed, happy with information finally being released and curing his confusion. “Oh, okay.” He grinned, about to continue with whatever he was doing before until freezing and looking down at his tie, fingering the end of it.

“I’m cute?”

Hank –  

“Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you got a pretty sweet ass.”

Nothing could make him flustered, honestly. He’s been on this planet long enough to have seen and heard everything.  

Everything.

But, that didn’t stop him from snorting into his whiskey glass, impressed with your attempt at trying to turn him red. Sadly, the only thing that could make the man turn such a color was the liquid in his hand. Hank noted how you stood behind the couch, bent over with your arms wrapped around his neck while doing your best to win him over with quiet whispers in his ear.

“Hm, creative.” He grunted, raising the rim of the glass up to his lips. “Sweet ass. Never heard that one before.”

You instantly smiled from ear to ear, leaning back slightly with your arms still around him. “Really?” You said, impressed with your ability of wooing others instead of your reflection in the mirror.

Hank stopped mid-sip, turning to give you a look with a raised eyebrow. The atmosphere of ‘Seriously?’ was rather obvious in the air. You rolled your eyes before lightly nudging the detective, just enough to cause the alcohol in his cup to threaten spilling over.

“Hey, watch it!” He hissed half-heartedly, quickly putting his other hand around the rim to stop the whiskey from hitting the floor.  

You nudged him again, harder this time. If you couldn’t make him flustered, you sure could press his buttons. Hank gave you a warning look, his palm tightly pressing down on the top of the glass.  

“You know,” He said, resting the cup onto the coffee table covered in old newspapers. “There are plenty of other ways of getting my attention.” His eyes stared directly into yours, not moving a muscle. “But, touchin’ my damn drink ain’t one of them.”

Gavin –  

“Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

He stood still in his spot, mouth slightly ajar. A swear quietly left the small gap between his lips. Usually being one to hit on others, it was definitely a shock to the system when it was responded positively (and flirtatiously at that) back. If something was in his grasp, it would definitely be on the floor by then. Luckily for him, nothing was in his hands except the sweat from his increasingly clammy palms. When the silence finally caught up to Gavin, he cleared his throat weakly, pretending as if he wasn’t on cloud nine.

“Oh, yea-” His voice was oddly high-pitched before clearing his throat once more. “Oh, yeah. I get asked that all the time.”

He didn’t.

“So, uh,” Gavin leaned on the wall beside him, a smirk on his face with a bottom lip gently taken between his teeth. “You come here often?”

Crossing your arms, you turned your head to stare at all the desks cluttered with paperwork and stressed out policemen leaning over them. Pursing your lips, you shrugged. “I mean, we both work here so I guess you can say that.”  

Gavin froze again, internally cursing and beating himself up. He was able to do this smoothly with anybody else but why couldn’t he keep his cool around you?

“Ah, yeah, right, right.” He trailed off, awkward silence looming over the both of you.

The lack of noise was too much before you kicked off the wall, ready to head back to your desk to continue the work you had been avoiding.  

“Are you okay?” Gavin suddenly asked, making you stop and give him a puzzled expression.

“Yes? I’m perfectly-”

“’Cause I think you’re suffering from lack of vitamin me.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter from sneaking past your lips before you responded with a pickup line of your own again.

It ended up being a competition on who could out-flirt the other before somebody got too flustered.

You won.

RK900 -

“I can turn your floppy disk into a hard drive.”

What guts you had to have to attempt at flirting with this android.  

During a mission.

The gun in Conner’s hands was swiftly lowered as he sneered down at you, the height difference becoming even more prominent. Your expression of amusement didn’t lessen but rather increased at his reaction. You knew you were in for it now but it was worth it.

Holstering his weapon, the robot stood tall as he always did, not a hair out of place as his cold eyes never removed themselves from you. “I apologize. I must have misheard you, Detective (L/N). Would you mind repeating that to me one more time?”

That sounded more like a demand rather than a request. Hell, anything Conner said was a demand in the form of a request. It was easy for people to retreat back to wherever they came from every time they stood too close to the robot. He was drastically different than his RK800 counterpart who Conner refused to acknowledge even existed.

But, here you were, making advances towards him to make him flustered.

Was being flustered even in his coding? He seemed to be programmed with only one expression.  

Annoyance.

Or maybe he did have more expressions but he always gave you this one instead. Whatever it was, he was clearly unimpressed and wanted nothing more than to continue what he was made to do.

A grin blossomed across your face as you shoved your hand into your pocket, fishing around for something. Your sudden movement caught Conner’s interest slightly but he wasn’t going to bring himself to change the subject. A closed fist removed itself from your pocket and held itself out towards the android.

“Could you hold this for me?” You asked innocently, blinking up at him.

Conner shook his head, deciding he wasted enough time on this. “I do not see why I would-”

“Please?” You whined, interrupting him (which he didn’t appreciate, of course).

Reluctantly, Conner slowly raised his palm out to you, waiting for you to release the item to him. But, instead of something being place into his hand, your fingers laced themselves between his, successfully holding onto his hand.

After a beat, he dropped his hand from your touch and turned away, muttering, “Immature.”

You followed after him with a grin, taking note of his hesitancy before letting go.

Captain Allen -  

“I like a man in uniform but I think it’d look better on the floor.”

Allen wasn’t surprised at all. He chuckled right after the words left your mouth. Somehow, you could easily make him forget the stressful days at work he could have. He wouldn’t become flustered per say, but he did feel his heartbeat pick up in the slightest. You did this every time he seemed tired and it always raised his spirits.

“Where do you even get these?” He questioned, setting his bag down and kicking off his shoes.

Shrugging, you threw your hands up in the air. “I have no idea. They just find their way into my head and I make sure to remember them just for you.”

The man stared at you before shaking his head with a smile. “Wow, thanks.”  You were definitely one of the most interesting people he had ever met. With a light sigh, he touched your knee gently, rubbing it before getting up. His sore muscles forcing him to groan in pain. “I’m headin’ to the shower.”  

Stretching out across the couch on your stomach, you rested your head in the palm of your hand. “Oooh, can I join?” You asked in a teasing tone of voice.

Shrugging off his dark coat, he rolled his eyes playfully at your antics. “You really don’t run out of those do you? Conserving water is good for the Earth, ya know?”

Getting up from your spot on the couch, you sauntered over to Allen, wrapping your arms around his waist as he hung up his coat on the rack. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” Standing on your toes, you rested your lips right next to his ear. “Would you like to hear them?” The hot air sent a chill down the S.W.A.T. captain’s back.

A low hum erupted from his throat before he pulled away. “Tempting.” He said, thinking it over. “But, I still have work to do.”

You watched as he walked in the direction of the shower. “I’ll get you one of these days, Captain Allen!” You shouted after him causing you to receive a thumbs-up with his back still to you.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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