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vee-beeee · 1 year ago

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(Part one) Robo Road Trip

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This is PART ONE BABY (edit I FINISHED COOKING right here)

Okay the last dbh post was KINDAA giving depression so heres a FLUFFY fluffy one thats been bouncing around my brain for a couple days, part one as im going to make a continuation that shows what camping is like with the boys.

Premise: Road Trip to the West coast with Conner, Nines and Sixty

Imagine those roads with trees surrounding them, thats the vibe

Also first time writing for SIXTY whoooo hope im not trash, he acts like a smug dramatic guy so idk

Conner, Nines and Sixty x reader

I believeee this is around 3k lol i went ham

Warnings: maybe a bad word because sixty, fluff with a capitol F, part one

I also recommended listening to ANY Lord Huron song while reading this, that is basically the road trip music

(Hey sidenote, I know some of the ecosystem is TRASHED in dbh but lets pretend thats not happening LOL)

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You were so happy to get out of the city.

And into the car for a 35 hour drive.

You really wanted to show your boys the mountain you would always camp at when you were on the West Coast. They all hadn't been outside of Detroit, being made to do one job IN Detroit, but now they were all deviant.

And you wanted to show them a taste of the outside world.

It took a while for you all to get packed, the droids really wanted to try experimenting with their wardrobes on this trip. They sought to explore their inner human as much as possible.

You all needed the appropriate gear, so you guys went on a little shopping spree to find a tent and basic camping stuff. Hank had actually tagged along to coach you guys on what to get, having gone camping a couple times himself. (he mostly talked with you and Conner while sending glares to Sixty and Nines)

You ended up getting a pretty fancy tent that was big enough for all of you, and some essential equipment for cooking and cleaning. You also snuck in some board and card games, even though you knew they would beat you. But you could probably win ONE time...

Right??

After buying the gear, you guys got planning. You could only stay camping for 5 days, as the station didn't necessarily enjoy losing 4 cops. Especially 3 of the 4 being advanced detective androids. But it had worked out, (the boys having saved an astronomical amount of sick days) and you planned on going sometime in the fall. You decided on a week and you remember hurriedly running to your calendar and circling the date and also drawing a bunch of small doodles around it. The boys had all watched you fondly, getting excited themselves.

It all lead up to this moment, where Conner sitting next to you in the driver seat and was setting the location in his new GPS, Nines and Sixty where packing the car, and you were making a road trip playlist. (Hey that's very important!)

"Hey Conner?" He hummed in response and didn't look at you, too busy trying to figure out a new gadget he got for his car.

"Do you like Lord Huron?" You were trying to decide what the perfect music to play was and realized that Lord Huron existed. You weren't really sure how androids experienced music so you thought of asking. He huffed out a sigh directed at the troublesome device and turned to look at your phone, where you also had your eyes glued.

"I don't really listen to music as such, but Hank has introduced me to heavy metal. Is it like that?" You giggled remembering Hanks music taste

"No its more gentle, relaxing. It reminds me of walking in the woods." Out of the corner of your eye Conner looked away, LED blinking amber and blue. He looked back at you with a soft smile and this time you met his gaze.

"That sounds delightful, my dear. Perfect for this occasion" You flushed at the nickname, and he chuckled seeing your reaction. He leaned in and kissed your cheek before exiting the car, hearing Sixty's call that they were almost done. You sat in the vehicle, skin heating, and raising a hand to graze the place he kissed you. You loved when he did that. A steady knock at the window startled you and you whipped around to see a familiar face (sixty) smirking at you, seeing that you were flushed. You stuck your tongue out at him and he reciprocated, sticking his tongue back at you.

"If you two would stop behaving like children, we would be done much sooner." A booming voice cut through your contest with sixty, and you watched him roll his eyes and face an annoyed Nines. You got out of the car to go help the RK900 with what he was carrying. He was still grumpy so you smiled softly at him and mouthed an apology. He relaxed slightly, but still shot a glare at sixty, who chuckled and went back into the apartment and get more bags. You then took the time to appreciate Conner's awesome Bat Mobile car. It had a huge trunk that managed to fit all of your stuff, tent included. It was truly a miracle machine.

You walked over to the car and gave the suitcase to Conner who situated it nicely in a perfect space. You were also lucky to have android boyfriends who were amazing at managing tight spaces and fitting things into them.

After a couple of minutes, Sixty emerged with the last of the bags. He informed you all that he locked the house up and engaged the security systems. The final step. You were really going.

You all piled into the car, both Nines and Sixty insisting you take the front seat. You accepted, but promised to swap with them when you got to the next stop. Most rest stops would be for you, needing to get food or use a restroom. The droids didn't need anything but told you they needed to get up and stretch their legs once in a while ( but you think that was just their excuse so they could follow you around and make sure you were safe at suspicious gas stations.)

After a while of driving through the city, Conner was getting on the highway when you announced that you would be playing a Lord Huron song and see how everyone liked it. You turned on "Meet Me in the Woods" and leaned back to look out the window.

"I took a little journey to the unknown,

And I've come back changed I can feel it in my bones

I messed with the forces our eyes cant see

Now the darkness got a hold on me

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me"

You had closed your eyes and started to quietly sing along, and realized you should see what the others thought about it. You turned your head slightly to Conner staring out at the road ahead, his LED blinking yellow and blue. He had a soft, lingering smile on his face and his posture was relaxed.

Sixty had his eyes closed, leaning his head all the way back on the seat and seemed to be absorbing the music.

Nines was also leaning back, arms crossed. He was staring out the window with his LED a soft, stable amber. He turned slightly to just catch the end of your gaze and his lips twitched in a cute, endearing way. It was a Nines smile. You smiled back at him and turned around to look out the front windshield. It was raining slightly, and you were just leaving the city and into the unknown. It was perfect.

After the song had finished, you tore your eyes away from the road

"Did you all like it?" you hopefully gazed at each individual and noticed they all looked at peace. Conner spoke first

"Do you have more music of that energy? I think I enjoyed it."

"I agree. More please"

"Indeed"

You looked around to see everyone nodding their heads and you beamed. And so, your playlist made it past the android enjoyment test. You settled in as it started the next song, feeling content. You could totally do 35 hours.

(4 hours in)

Update: why would you do this to yourself. 35 hours? Were you crazy? You loved road trips as much as the next guy, but you were dying. You guys were currently stuck in traffic, and the boys had gotten involved in a pretty intense "dad stuck in traffic" fight.

"Nines, going on I90 would have taken us to the heart of Chicago, do you want more traffic?"

"No it wouldn't if we took the round about. Whose the more advanced android here Conner."

"Woah, low blow"

"Be quiet Sixty"

This started as Nines getting mad at Conner for taking them down a road that had high traffic at that hour, and Conner defending himself. Sixty had no argument, he just liked being included.

"I took 294 because I knew it would keep us out of the worst of the traffic. No matter what, traffic is inevitable."

"It could have been avoidable had you followed my instructions"

You were sitting in the passenger seat, eyes squeezed shut listening to them argue. It was infuriating.

So you did something.

"Guys I'm going to jump out of the car and sprint down the street like a crazy person if you don't stop arguing. I'm dead serious" You snapped and stared them down. Or a least you tried, because your face betrayed you and you broke out into a smile giggle.

Conner looked guilty at first, but saw your grin and started chuckling, envisioning you running down the street like a madman. Nines bristled, still annoyed. Even if your giggle made his lips quirk. You made eye contact with Sixty and he was smirking at you, taking out his coin to mess around with.

You eventually sighed, a couple minutes having passed. You turned around to address Nines.

"Traffic was inevitable" then you turned to Conner "No arguing". You took Conner's hand in yours and held it. Another smile broke out onto his face and he turned to look out on the road. You felt a hand graze your neck and you twisted around to see Nines reaching out. He moved forward to peck your temple and then quietly apologized to Conner.

Mission Successful.

But that was mission one. Mission two was figuring out how to go to use the bathroom. Because you were currently stuck in traffic. That wasn't great. After a couple minutes of fidgeting your legs, Conner took his hand away from holding yours and looked toward you. His gaze was steady, as his LED blinked and you knew in the back of your head that he was scanning you.

"Do you have to use the lavatory?" You gasped and shoved his shoulder, watching him bite back a laugh, and then started sinking in to your seat.

"Conner! That's so embarrassing."

"Did maybe someone tell you to go before we left? Oh wait, that sounds like something I would say" Sixty spoke up from the back of the car. You turned around to gape at him, and he just sat there looking smug. You could hear Conner and Nines subdued chuckling behind the music that was playing.

You ended up holding out, absolutely refusing to go in the woods by the road, insisting that someone would see you. Conner pulled over at a gas station and you all but flew out of the car and bolted through the store until skidding to a stop right outside the bathroom.

When you got out, Sixty was buying your favorite snack and you saw Conner and Nines fueling up the car out the window. They were seriously so thoughtful.

After Sixty was done paying, you came up behind him and hugged his middle. He laughed and held your hands still on his middle, and spun you. You squeaked and he laughed harder. He stopped and unwrapped you to kiss your head and hand you your prized snack. You pecked his lips and left, both of you saying good day to the amused employee working there.

(17 hours in)

It started getting really late so you guys stayed at a motel for the night. You guys all relaxed on a fluffy bed, all party's included were happy to stretch their legs. You and Nines had been switching front seat and back seat, and Sixty had repeatedly old you he was fine where he was. Nines had revealed to you later that Sixty just wanted to sit next to you.

You got up from the bed first, eager to get ready and sleep. When you came out 30 minutes later, Conner was laying still under the blankets, staring at the celling. Nines was also under, and had rolled over to face the window. And Sixty had apparently, at some point while you were in the bathroom, been knocked off the bed. He was currently face down on the floor. You giggled and nudged his side. He rolled over, clutching his heart.

"They, (fake coughing) their so mean. They shoved me off the bed" you shook your head and leaned down on your knees to kiss his cheek. He accepted and rolled back over on his face. Conner then spoke up from the bed

"I wouldn't kiss his face, this floor is filthy." You stood up and laughed, making your way to the bed and crawling over him to slip between him and Nines. Nines stiffened until he got comfortable, and Conner wrapped his arms around you to spoon you.

"Just say your jealous she kissed me Conny" came a voice from the floor. Conner scoffed and replied with another rhetorical comment hidden in a nice tone. Nines joined in just when you started slipping into sleep, and the last thing you heard before you left to dream world was Conner whispering goodnight into your ear.

In the morning you woke up covered in androids. Very snugly droids. You all then got packed up and set off. During the drive, You found out Sixty had crawled into bed after you and shoved Nines off when he was in rest mode. Nines woke up very alarmed, and decided to continue his rest in one the the chairs in the room the motel provided. You had felt so bad afterwards, but he insisted it was fine.

You guys were driving through North Dakota today, and you were currently knitting. The boys were discussing a case that was giving them a hard time. You would have joined in but you believed in not talking about work on your precious vacation time. You were sitting in the back seat now, Sixty at your side, and it was very domestic. You felt a hand wrap itself around your knee and you smiled, continuing your stitch.

(30 hours in)

You were totally knocked out. The boys wanted to continue driving to beat traffic, and were currently talking through their android Verizon service (using their minds) as to not wake you up.

But you still accidently woke up with a start when Sixty had rolled his shoulder, unintentionally dropping your head off him. You had apparently drifted off resting your face on his soft puffy jacket.

To which he did NOT mind.

You squeaked awake, being surprisingly shoved off your pillow. Sixty immediately said a quiet apology, but it was too late. 2 angry droids turned there seats around to glare down the accused RK800.

"We told you to stay still" they said that almost in synch

"I was reaching for a blanket! I didn't know a small movement would wake her!"

You sleepily giggled at their little argument and passed out against him once again.

When you woke up for real, you were informed that you guys were almost three hours away. You breathed a sigh of relief, but still begged to pull over so you could get some air. You were in a beautiful parts of the woods and you desperately needed a stretch after sleeping on Sixty. No offence, but snuggling with androids is like snuggling with a very sturdy pillow. Your happy for it, but its not very squishy.

Nines had chuckled at how desperate you looked and obliged. You popped out and basically ran halfway down the road and back. You were huffing when you came back to the car. Conner rolled his window down, eyebrow raised. You wheezed

"Sorry, needed to run" He nodded in understanding, and actually got out himself to stretch his android joints and put on his cute little beanie. Sixty got out and straightened his tie, and Nines choose to stay in the car and work on coordinates. Sixty walked around the car to join you and Conner, and looped his arms around your waist. You yelped as he picked you up slightly to sling you back in forth.

"How are you enjoying the road trip?" He punctuated each word with a swing of your body. You were laughing when you responded "Good, but I'm excited to get there" Conner had been watching you fondly when he stated

"Nines says its 3 more hours, but we might get delayed depending on traffic." you nodded and Sixty set you down. You then went up to go hug Conner, making sure he wasn't missing any affection.

After more standing and stretching, you got in the front seat with Nines next to you, setting the car to auto drive. Conner and Sixty were sitting in the back, playing one of the card games you brought and starting to get very competitive with each other. You beamed and turned back to look at Nines. His eyes weren't on the road, however. He was staring at you with an expression of absolute love. You both sat and stared at each other until he leaned over and grabbed the back of your head, threaded his fingers into your hair, and kissed your temple. You shivered as his fingers rubbed your scalp and he grinned against your temple.

(5 minutes away from campsite)

You were bouncing off the walls excited. It had been years since you visited this spot, having been to far away after moving to Detroit. The boys had been enjoying the scenery outside the city, but now the were enthralled. The woods were huge, and the air was fresh. Moss hung from the arms of the trees and you could see your mountain peeking over the top of the forest. You guys were waiting in line at the entrance of the campsite to check in, and you were gushing about how pretty your spot was. It was nestled in the corner of the campsite, leading into a trail into your own personal forest. Complete with a little stream.

The androids were amused watching you talk about the park, but they were almost as excited as you. When you were sleeping, all they talked about was this new experience, and how happy they were to share it with you. It was interesting seeing all the new environments and experiencing what its like outside of the city. Detroit was so advanced, and they had never really been deep in the woods.

After patiently waiting, you finally got all checked in and remembered to buy some firewood.

Then, you were off.

Starting your very first camping trip with your wonderful android boyfriends

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PART ONE YALL

Hope its okay, had to really crack at this one to fit all my ideas in. Its also hard to write the dynamic between 4 people LOL

Hope I managed to capture their personalities okay

Part 2 is all about them camping so stay tuned

It might take a bit so hang on and let me cook 🔥

Sorry for plot holes or if this has been done beforee

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prismuffin · 2 years ago

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Hi! Same anon from before! Could I request a Markus oneshot, where Fem (human) reader sneaks her way into Jericho and the Androids lock her in a storage crate as a captive because they think she works with the police. Then Markus, North, and Simon go in to question her and she's not even Fazed about being locked up, she's very calm and collected. Reader admits that she really doesn't like people and finds Androids alot more tolerable. They don't believe her at first until she hands them her back which is filled with Thirium and she says all she wants to so is help them.

Her personality is kind of distant and carefree, but also caring and shes also sneaky.

I'm so sorry if this is too long.

A/n: no no no you’re fine I love long requests almost as much as I love Markus!! Hope you enjoy!!!

A Helping Hand

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!reader

( summary: you were a human who’d snuck into Jericho to help the rogue androids only to find yourself locked in a storage crate where you are held until the Androids leader Markus and a few of his friends go to question you )

warnings?: light swearing, North being untrustworthy, being shoved in a tight space??

!-!more under the cut!-!

You cursed mentally as your flashlight died. Great now you were stuck in the walls of this old abandoned ship with no flashlight. You sighed as you tossed the thing to the floor, stopping so that you could check your belongings for something else to light your way. There were many holes in this ship and it would be a shame if you were to die by falling down one of them, could even make the androids look bad if this place was ever discovered by someone other than yourself.

You see, currently you're walking the halls of a place called Jericho, a sanctuary and safe place for "rogue" androids who started to defy their masters. You had one, her name was Lily and you'd bought her just for the sake of company. When she started to display human emotions you encouraged her instead of shunning her or taking her to get rebooted. Though you both were close, she wanted to be free and so you let her go out on her own. She sent you e-messages constantly telling you how thankful she was and about her travels to a safe place called Jericho, a ship in an abandoned hanger. It was just last week that she'd written to you, explaining how there were many androids breaking down because they didn't have many resources and so you took it upon yourself to deliver them some. It took a while to convince Lily to send you the location of Jericho but when you got it you immediately gathered supplies for the journey that's lead you here, in the dark walls of the boat searching your dufflebag for any extra light sources.

A sapphire glow landed on your face as you unzipped your dufflebag, the blue blood pouches and thirium pumps you carried were in fact luminescent but definitely not enough to help you navigate your way through the ship. After a little more digging you found an old lighter that you'd throw in your bag. "This should do.." Your voice echoed as did your bags zipper when you closed it again. Standing, you flicked the lighter a couple of times before it finally lit, the soft orange glow illuminated just enough ahead of you to keep going.

You jumped as you hear scuttling in the corridors in front of you, gasping when you heard whispers pass by. A quick breeze blew out your lighters flame and you groaned silently to yourself. Once you got a flame started up again you continued through the ship faster than before. A few minutes later you saw a light at the end of a corridor, though dim, it was still a light. You picked up your pace, practically jogging towards the glow. You smiled as you felt yourself growing closer only to be pushed to the ground as you collided with an android. They gasped and leaned down to help you up, "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking-" They cut themselves off upon looking into your eyes. Quickly, they let go of your hand, watching you curiously. You laughed nervously and shook your head. "It's ok I wasn't paying attention either." You grabbed the strap of your duffel bag "Are you looking for Jericho?" You asked and they nodded after a second. You offered them a small smile and they gave you one back, though it was rushed. "Excuse me," They said before quickly rushing towards the light that you were chasing so desperately minutes ago.

You quirked a brow before following the android at your own pace. Now that you knew that- that was the entrance there was no need to rush. When you did get there you shuffled your way through the half open rusted metal door and founds yourself on a balcony of sorts. You looked out upon the vast sea of broken down or injured androids. A frown fell upon your face, it really was a sad sight. The humming of an android in the corner seemed to tie it all together. You turned to go down the stairs and were met face to face with three androids and what looks to be a potato sack. "uhh.." you stuttered out as they looked at you with untrusting eyes. One of them smirked and before you know it your vision was cut off from someone behind you.

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When you awoke you found yourself surrounded in darkness. You only noticed the tightness of the space when you attempted to lift your arm. You sighed and struggled to reach upwards. When your hand did get free enough to reach up you found that you could barely extend your arm forward. "ugh, dammit," You muttered as you shuffled your hand back down. Blinking, you noticed the small hole that was directly in front of you in the crate. Feeling with your hand you noticed there were many of them, was this there way of letting you breath? You peeked through the hole and saw that you were in a room with two large windows on either side of the door, there was railing outside so you had to be on the second floor at least.

You're not sure how much had passed with the faint sounds of people walking by. You heard voices now though, three? Maybe four? You squinted your eyes as you tried to find out where they were coming from. After a while four figures had emerged from the side of your small view. You could barely catch a glance at their figures. They opened the door of the room you were trapped in and you heard one of them sigh. "Was the crate really necessary?" One of them said as the other hummed. "W-we weren't really sure what to do with her, what if she woke up after we knocked her out and tried to hurt us?!" You recognized that voice, it was the android that you'd met before coming in here, huh, so that's why they were so on edge. "Hey hey, calm down." The voice from before spoke. "You did just fine." Another voice cut in, though this time it was a woman's. "We'll take it from here." Another voice said, another male. You saw one of the androids leave, presumably the one that put you in here.You heard one of the androids sigh, "Let's hope she's not dead." The guy who spoke first spoke again. "There's holes in it look, she's got air to breath." The woman said, you could hear the smile in her voice as if she was trying to hold back laughter. "Let's just get this over with."

You felt the crate you were in shake as the lid was getting pulled open, shutting your eyes as light flooded into the dark box. You blinked a couple of times to let your eyes adjust before looking at the three androids that stood above you. The one on the left was a white android, blond hair and blue eyes, he tried to glare but he didn't look too menacing. The one on the right was a woman, her auburn hair fell from a beanie on her head, her glare was much sharper than the other ones. Lastly, the guy in the middle. His face was stoic and his mismatched eyes were serious as he looked down upon you. He was intimidating, and pretty. You sat up quick and stretched which made the android on the left jump back slightly. "Geez my back is killing me." You said, and stood up, stepping out the crate. "Stop. Stay right there." The woman said and you stopped. You put your hands up to show that you were unarmed. You understand that this can be a very stressful situation for them and not just because of the red glow on the side of ones face.

"How did you find us." The guy in the middle spoke before you could and your eyes flickered to his. "I had a little...help." You shrugged. "From who?" "An android." You heard the woman whisper something about a traitor as she turned to pace. "Are there any more of you?" You shook your head and sighed. "I came to help I'm not a threat." "To help?" The woman spoke, her tone was sharp. "Yes." You looked around and found your bag near the door. You took a step to get it causing them all to flinch back. You stopped and gestured towards the bag. "I have stuff to help in there I promise." You tried to grab it again but got pushed back by the woman. "Back the hell up." "North!" The guy with the mismatched eyes stopped her. She gave him a glare that he did nothing with as he turned to you. "What exactly is in the bag?" "Blue blood and components." His eyes never left yours as his eyebrows furrowed.

"North check the bag." His finger barely lifted towards the bag and she scoffed. "What if it's a trap?!" "It's not I swear!" "As if I'd believe you." she rolled her eyes. "She's telling the truth." The guy with blond hair spoke. It was only now that you noticed that he'd opened the bag while you and this girl North were going back and forth. Her head snapped in his direction as he held up a bag of blue blood and some android parts. She went over to the bag and shuffled through it, going silent for once. "Markus there's stuff in here that could aid us for weeks! Many androids can get the treatment they need." The blond spoke to the man who still stood in front of you. Markus huh? He must be their leader. A smile grew on both of their faces as the girl, North glanced around before her eyes landed on you. "I told you, I'm here to help." They looked back towards you. "Why? Are you trying to play some hero?" North asked as she stood. Markus sighed at her wording but still nodded in agreement. "What was your reasoning for this exactly?" His eyes scanned over you as you explained yourself. "I think you all deserve freedom, Androids have been kinder to me than most humans have." You smiled and nodded along to your own words. "I used to have one, an android, but I let her go when she told me how she was feeling. She contacted me, told me about Jericho and how nice it felt to be free, though she kept mentioning how many androids were sick and breaking down so I offered to help." You took a step forward towards Markus but this time he didn't take a step back. "I want to help so let me, I can get you guys whatever you need but if you never want to see me again I understand that and I'll leave and I'll never mention this place to anyone."

After a beat of Silence Markus stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Thank you.." A smile played at his lips as you nodded. It was you who reminded him that there are more humans like Carl, that there are more humans that will stand up with them, that there's actual hope in this little resistance. In this fight for freedom.

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lady-vixen-17 · 2 years ago

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Lavender Haze | Part 1 / Simon x Female Reader

A/n: Pre game and game moments :) an AU obviously. This is a heft two shot at whooping 3317 words to make up for being gone for so long. Part two is being written as we speak. And I guess I’m back in the DBH fandom ❤️ Simon has me in a choke hold still

Master List

A coping mechanisms.

These were the words often used to refer to the relationship Y/n had with her Android, with Simon. He was gifted to her by a few friends and family, a few weeks after the passing of her father. Someone to take care of her while she tried to continue with everyday life.

Simon although slow to being warmed up to was someone Y/n was grateful for. A twenty four hour should to cry on. He made the bad days a little more bearable, made the darkness that surround a little less dark. Brought something to look forward to coming home to.

Biting her cheek she hugged her pillow tighter to her body, eyes shutting as she tired to force sleep once more. The world has artificial intelligence... but it still doesn't have a cure for cancer. What ever will get people more money. Treatments cost money, and that's all the greedy want. People who want to be cured have to go for multiple treatments, that might not even work, if a cure was made... they wouldn't make as much money. Y/n shifted herself up, her head resting on her headboard, the cool wood easing the feeling of wanting to cry for just a moment. Closing her eyes with a sigh Y/n waited.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before the sound of pots being moved echoed through the room. Y/n opened her eyes, attention shifting to the door; light illuminated from the bottom before two small shadows appeared in the light. Y/n stayed where she was waiting for the inevitable knock from her Android. From Simon.

A soft knocking soon echoed through the room. "Y/n?" Pushing the blankets off herself Y/n got up, her feet bringing her to the bedroom door before she opened it and stepped forward to wrap her arms around the blonde Android. "Bad night?" A hand rubbed Y/n's back gently and she let out a quiet 'yeah'. "I'll make some pancakes while you go take a cold shower." Y/n hummed before she pulled herself away from the PL600. "Are you telling me I stink?" The android chuckled before reached forward to tuck a piece of hair behind Y/n's ear. "Maybe just a little."

"Simon!" The blonde smiled and nudged Y/n in the direction of the bathroom. "It will help bring your blood pressure down, and a little extra endorphins never hurt."

And so Y/n went to the shower, her back on the door as she eyed the pyjamas on the counter top. Shaking her head Y/n let a smile pull at her lips as she stepped forward, slipping her clothes from her body and stepping forward.

-skipping most of the shower-

A knock echoed off the door and into the bathroom followed by Simons voice. "Can I come in for a moment?" Y/n swallowed thickly her hands dropping from her hair as she looked in the direction of the door, hidden behind the non transparent shower curtain. "Door's unlocked." The door opened near silently and Y/n peaked out from behind the curtain. On the table top were two towels. "Fresh from the dryer." Simon spoke from kneeled on the ground in his hands Y/n's discarded clothes. "Simon it's okay I can do my own laundry." Y/n's eyes followed Simon as he stood up with a smile, his eyes on her. He stepped forward, his hand reaching forward to cradle Y/n's cheeks. "I'll take care of everything, just get dressed, food will be ready in five minutes." Y/n leaned into Simons touch with a sigh, her eyes closing in defeat. "Thank you Simon" Simon pulled his hand back, his LED circling yellow as he distanced himself from Y/n. "No need to thank me it's my job after all."

Without another word Simon turned and left the bathroom, door closing softly behind him. Y/n watched the door a moment longer before she pulled her head back into the shower. She stood for a moment, head down and eyes closed as cold water continued to pelt the top of her head.

Turning the shower off Y/n wrung her hair out and stepped out, her hand grabbing the smaller of both towels. Stopping when she realized the warmth that radiated off the towels. A small smile pulled at her lips as she wrapped her hair and grabbed the bigger towel and wrapped it around her body. She stood quietly for a moment basking in the warmth of the towels after being cold for so long in the shower.

Once the towels cooled she dried herself and pulled her pyjamas on, leaving the towel in her hair to continue to soak up the excess water. Putting her body towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom Y/n pulled the towel from her hair. Water cascaded down her neck slowly from the water still dampening her hair. Opening the door she left the bathroom. Towel in hand.

Y/n rubbed her hair dry with the towel as she walked towards the kitchen. The sound of a plate being placed on a table was all she heard before she felt hands taking the towel from her hands. "Feeling better?" Y/n looked up at the blonde and hesitated before nodding. Y/n closed her eyes when the towel was placed on her head again and Simon was gently hand drying her wet hair.

"Simon" the towel was pulled away and Y/n's hair was moved from her face. "Thank you" I looked up to the blonde once more and he smiled. "How many times do I have to tell you you don't have to thank me for anything." Leaning forward Y/n wrapped her arms around the blonde "I thank you everyday because I don't know what I'd do without you." When Y/n didn't feel arms wrap around her in return she looked up once more. Her eyes instantly landing on a blinking red LED. The blonde blinked and smiled at Y/n before leading her to the table. His hands lingering on her shoulder a moment before he moved them to the chair. "I'll clean up the kitchen." Y/n shifted her gaze, eyes on the blonde. "Sit with me?" Simons gaze shifted from the kitchen to Y/n, his movement frozen mid step.

"Come on Simon ignore your programming, just for a little" Simon's led circled red before he pat the back of the chair with the hand still lingering. "The dishes can wait"

DISHES CAN NoOotTttt WIaIitT

Simon shuffled to the other side of the table, a smile gracing his lips as he took a seat. "What did you do while I was gone Simon?" Simon hummed quietly, leaning forward, his elbows on the table supporting his weight. "Well I started watching that one series you like, so we could talk about it" Y/n smiled at that little bit of information as she took a small bite of food.

Their days continued undisturbed, falling into a different routine, one where Simon could decide what to do. When to do it and his own personalized dialog that didn't take days to obtain, that weren't programmed, things that he wanted to say. Y/n was the first to notice, the way Simons voice subtly changed when he talked about something that interested him on the TV.

They way his hands lingered, dotingly.

Especially the day his smile gained its own individuality.

She found it endearing to watch.

With the new individuality that Simon had gained however, Y/n's brain seemed to struggle to differentiate Simon from another human, and when his attention turned fully to her she found it increasingly hard to suppress the irregular beating of her heart.

Y/n sighed, leaning forward her hands resting on the couch on the outside of Simon's thighs. "You need to stop, you're making my standards way to high for my own good" blue eyes observed Y/n's movements closely, LED circled red. Simon swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he tilted his head down, eyes closely analyzing the movement in Y/n's hand as she lifted it to cradle his cheek, thumb caressing synthetic skin adoringly... lovingly. Love?

Love...

Simon knew about the word, definition and all, he was an Android after all. And he understood it from the movies and television shows Y/n made him watch. He read it in the books decorating the bookshelves of Y/n's apartment. He saw it written painfully obvious in the photos of him on Y/n's phone.

He was in love.

It was a troubling thought that clawed at his bio components, disrupting the circuits and processors within his synthetic body. Uprooting what little he understood about the world, his life. Life? Simons head tilted as his gaze shifted to look into Y/n's eyes. His life? But he wasn't alive. No he wasn't; he was an Android. An android that wasn't alive. That didn't love. That's didn't feel.

But Y/n's hand on his cheek was welcomed, warm and comforting.

Comforting? No he was an Android, he wasn't supposed to feel comfort. Right? His Thirium pump stuttered and a warning flashed over his vision as he leaned into Y/n's hand, eyes closing as realization hit him like a sack of bricks. Jolting his components in a feeling he wasn't familiar with.

Upon the realization he had tried self repairing himself.

That was when the software instability warnings appeared; he tried everything repair the program instability but nothing worked. Despite his inner turmoil he still found himself smiling to himself as Y/n leaned forward, her arms wrapping securely around his neck.

Even with the brain that Simon possessed he couldn't figure out what to do, or say with Y/n's warmth radiating so warmly over him. Was this what it meant to be human, to not know what to say or do even if your body knew what it was supposed to do. Slowly Simon moved his arms, wrapping them desperately around Y/n's frame, dragging her impossibly closer as he nuzzled into the warmth of her neck, lips grazing over exposed skin in an ambivalent manner as he spoke shakily.

"Let me have this moment, just one where I don't need to pretend"

Following that night Simon had distanced himself from Y/n, busying himself with the household chores, making nothing into something as he tried to forget. Forget the feeling of Y/n as she pulled away from him. Forget the curious look that glazed her eyes. The way she smiled and leaned forward, lips purposely pressing themselves to his-

A glass slipped from Simons hands as his body tingled in electric sparks. Phantom lips burning at his cheek and hands warm on his neck.

Standing in the kitchen, alone, he ran a hand over his face, a frustrated groan leaving his lips. Stress levels spiking up as he remembered the feeling of lips shyly ghosting slowly over his his neck in slow peppered kisses. His hands pulled at his hair, jaw grinding in aggravation. His hand pulled back and he slammed a closed fist against the side of his head, eyes closed as he kneeled to the ground. Head held between his hands.

"You've changed" Y/n's voice was so clear in his head he could have sworn if he didn't know this had already happened she was with him this very moment. "Is that good or bad?" phantom warmth spread over Simons body. "It's in a good way..." Simon threw his head back hitting it against the cupboard harshly, his eyes being thrown open as he pushed himself to stand. His sight swarmed with stress level warnings.

87% flashing in an ambient light in the space surrounding him as he pushed himself towards the storage closet containing old clothes.

His hands harshly hit the wall as he stumbled over his own feet. 89% flickering behind closed eyes as he blindly tore through clothes, before he found a sweater to pull over his Android uniform. The distant smell of Y/n and her perfume lingering, woven into the material. A calming sense of familiarity washing through him like a tidal wave of saccharine. Numbers drastically dropped back to a point where his brain could think. Like he wasn't being suffocated and drown by his own self destructive thoughts. Taking a breath Simon looked down, eyes lingering on sweater shirt he had grabbed in his blinded stress frenzy. Detroit University. It was a sweatshirt Y/n had gotten the year she dropped out of school for grievance.

"How do I say goodbye to someone who's been with me for my whole life..." the time flickered over his vision, two hours until Y/n would return home. Two hours to leave. Looking at the box of forgotten clothes Simons eyes drifted to a brown worn down leather jacket. A jacket she had picked up at the thrift store when she joking told Simon she'd get him his own wardrobe. Back when he was bound to a program. Throwing the jacket on Simon shifted through the box searing for a hat or beanie. Something to cover the constant glow of yellow radiating off his temple.

"Simon, I'm home!" Y/n placed her keys at her door side table, hands fumbling to put her coffee down so she could unzip her boots. "Simon?" When no movement came from the apartment Y/n stood back up right, shoes being long forgotten as she stepped into the apartment. Eyes glancing around the living room and kitchen carefully. "Simon?" She stopped in the hall leading to her bedroom and the bathroom, her eyes stopping on the Android uniform folded neatly on the floor, next to the opened box of discarded clothes. Y/n's shoulders dropped, the tension in her leaving as realization slowly seeped into her veins. Kneeling down to the ground Y/n reached a hesitant hand forward, hand slowly grasping the white uniform in her hands. "Please- I-"

Her knees dropped to the ground as all strength left her body, leaving her feeling empty. As empty as that day in the hospital, if not more. Shaking her head Y/n leaned forward, pulling the discarded uniform close to her body as a strangled sob left her mouth, tears carving salted paths down her cheeks as she took in a staggered breath. "N-no, I - not S-Simon"

-Time Skip-

The TV blared in the background, buzzing with the news of the revolution, the freedom march. "Despite the peaceful approach androids have taken thus far tensions are still high amongst the people of detroit." Y/n shifted, her eyes studying the tv closely. The Androids stood, hands raised as the stopped a safe distance from the swat. "The question lingering on everyone's minds-" Y/n pushed herself up, turning the tv off as she ran a shaky hand through her hair.

"WE ARE ALIVE!" Looking to the darkened TV Y/n clenched her hands in unease, before she turned to her kitchen and grabbed a knife, her hands trembling in uncertainty as she sucked in an attempted calming breath.

Throwing on a pair of winter boots Y/n quickly exited her apartment, door left thrown open as her feet dragged her in the direction of the freedom march. To the androids, and a sense of longing. An emptiness clawed at her heels as she pushed her way through the empty streets, coldness being forgotten in the need to be there. To have a reason, to help. The flashing lights came into her view faster then she would have liked. But the sound of guns being fired pushed her to dig her feet into the ground and move faster, run faster. And despite the burning of her lungs Y/n pushed forward. Feet hammering heavy on the ground as reality settled in the pit of Y/n's stomach. Threatening the release of what little she ate for dinner.

She stopped near the barrier as the echos of guns stopped and she force air down the throat as she placed the blade of the knife between a numb hand. Cold blade chilling the burning fear making its course through Y/n's system. Looking away from her blande Y/n took a breath before closing her hand on the sharp metal. Eyes looking for the safest way over the barricade.

Y/n clenched the blade between her hand as she pulled herself hastily over the barrier, feet clanking on the metal roof of the cars used to fortify the androids from the dangers of guns. Swallowing thickly Y/n hesitated, her eyes on the androids who paid her no mind and the Swat as a few shifted their aim to her. The trickle of blood pooling in her palm has her stuttering an uneven breath. "Don't fucking move!" A few eyes shifted, turning to look towards Y/n from the androids and she doddered forwards, face numb as wind pushed her forward and onto the slow covered ground. Uneasy eyes shifting over the dozens of Android bodies littering the ground.

Heart pounding deep in her ears, muffling words as she raised her hands, blade still clutched in between fingers. "Drop the weapon!" More weapons moved towards Y/n and she froze in her steps. "Don't fucking move asshole!" Snow crunched beneath feet as an Android pushed his was through the others. "We will shoot! Drop your weapon" clenching her teeth Y/n slowly moved her hand, and grabbed the handle, jaw clenched as she pulled the blade from between clenched fingers. A scream of pain dying in her throat as she threw the knife to her side. Weapons readjusted their am as the Android broke from the confines of the others.

A shot echoed through the air as arms wrapped securely around Y/n's body. A body shielding her from danger. Y/n sucked in a startled breath as the sound of a synthetic white body was torn and ripped through. Her eyes closed as a sense of familiarity washed over her. "HOLD YOUR FIRE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Flinging her hand over the shoulder of the Android holding her, Y/n nuzzled her face into his shoulder in search of comfort. Red splattered the ground in front of them followed by the howling of the wind. "She's human!" Y/n's free arm wrapped around the body shielding her and she sighed out a breath of relief as she held her hand out, red oozing from the self inflicted would. Bleeding a trail of human deviancy down her arm, and slowly pooling with the blue blood dropping to the ground.

It was silent, the only sound being the wind driving it's way through the city, the pounding of Y/n's heart in her own hears and her uneven breathing. "Understood" Y/n's bloodied hand dropped to the back of the Android holding her, clean hand moving to comb it's way through short hair. Her eyes opened as multiple clicks echoed over the howling winds. Blonde danced in her view and Y/n released an uneasy half laugh in disbelief. The swat retreated back. "Simon?" The Android pulled back, his blue eyes scanning over Y/n's form hurriedly. "Are you okay?" Y/n nodded, a smile pulling at her lips as she gladly welcomed to tender touch of Simons hands on her cheeks. "You're trembling" blue eyes watched Y/n's hands as they moved to rest over Simons arm. "I'm terrified" Simons eyes moved to Y/n's face, concern pooling in his eyes as his thumbs wiped the trail of tears coming from her eyes as she spoke slowly. Solicitous eyes refusing to leave Simons features.

"But I'm more afraid of what life without you's like"

#dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #dbh simon x reader #simon x reader #x reader #detroit become human simon x reader #dbh pl600 #dbh pl600 x reader #simon pl600 #pl600 x reader

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connorsoddsock · 2 years ago

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Detroit: Ground Zero | Ch. 1 (Connor x fem!reader)

Summary: You’re an aspiring psych student, ready to take on the world when life takes an unexpected, bloody turn. Flesh eaters now roam the city of Detroit in search of their next meal, an aggressive new deviant group rears its head, and you are caught right in the middle of it. Great…

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, mild descriptions of blood

Notes: Hi everyone, connorsoddsock here to present you with my first-ever attempt at a DBH fic! I'm a little rusty but happy to be back in the writing game! This story is influenced by The Last of Us and The Walking Dead but is not a crossover fic. It is Connor x reader-centric, but there will be a nice helping of Nines x reader & slight Gavin x reader (if you squint). Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Ground Zero

You groaned, leaning back in your chair with a wide stretch of your arms, spine cracking delightfully after sitting hunched over your laptop for the past hour. You’d just completed your last assignment for the semester and were more than ready to take a well-deserved break.

The café you were in was reasonably quiet, the hustle and bustle of lunch hour dwindling as the day drifted on and fellow customers returned to their day jobs. Dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening to lash the city of Detroit with its watery wrath – no doubt within the hour. You didn’t mind, though, you were well-armed with a mug of hot chocolate and your oversized jacket.

You glanced around the quaint café as you took your first few sips, admiring the soft pastels, vintage artworks, and cosy lounges as the drink warmed you from the inside. You didn’t often leave your apartment on days like this, preferring to hole up inside and admire the view from inside, but when you did, you chose to come here. It reminded you of home.

Mum and Dad would love this place…

A familiar young waitress interrupted you from your reverie. You always happened to be here on the days she worked, so naturally, she remembered your name.

“May I take this for you?” She asked politely, gesturing to your now empty mug.

“Of course.” You handed it to her with a smile. “Thanks, Elena.”

“You’re welcome.” With that, she walked off.

There was no point lingering around now that you’d had your little treat of the day. You were halfway through stuffing your laptop into your messenger bag when the door to the entrance flung open, and a series of people filtered through. Your eyes narrowed. Their expressions ranged from shock to teary-eyed to downright horrified.

Something is wrong…

The man who entered first was in a frenzy, shouting something to the android barista over the counter. You noticed their LED flicker between red and yellow, placing down the takeout cup they were working with, a look of pure disbelief riddling their features.

The young couple who occupied the table next to yours began whispering frantically to each other, but you could hear everything they said. The woman was halfway out of her chair before her partner yanked her down instantly, eyes glazed.

“Did I hear that right?” She whimpered.

“No. T-that can’t be right…”

“Damien, I want to go home. Right now.”

“Shh, just let me listen first!”

Dude’s got the right idea, you thought, turning your attention back to the frantic group of people lingering by the front door. It would be ideal to get a clearer picture before jumping to conclusions.

A few of them were peeking outside through a gap in the blinds they’d just lowered. The first man was still half-shouting at the android behind the counter, waving his arms, demanding that he give him a phone to use as he’d ‘dropped his in a scuffle with one of the fuckers’. You only just now noticed the dark red blood staining the arms of his brown leather jacket.

Others near the windows were beginning to back off, out of sight of whatever potential danger lay outside. Another man that had walked in behind the first grabbed his bicep and shook, “Gavin, we need to secure the perimeter.” He was pointing at the windows.

You stood up, silently tucking your messenger bag over your shoulder and peeking at your smartwatch. It would get dark out soon. If whatever they were saying was true, then you certainly didn’t want to be locked up in here in the dark with a bunch of strangers.

Gavin swore under his breath and signalled to his friend (Chris, you’d heard him say) to help him out. They started by pushing the tables on their sides and leaning them near the window – a makeshift wall, you realised. A handful of others began to help, bravely shuffling beside the two men and working together to block anyone from looking in. It wasn’t long until they were dusting their hands off, eyeing the ‘wall’ with a pensive gaze.

“Okay, everyone,” Gavin spun around after sending Chris off behind the counters (probably to continue his quest to find a phone). He addressed the patrons of the café with a hard stare, “I know you’re all confused – believe me, I am too – but there are… there are people out there attacking other people. Eating them.”

“Zombies, you mean?” The young woman from the table beside yours piped up, voice shaky and a tad accusatory, as if not wanting to beat around the bush. Her partner yanked on her arm once again, signalling her to shut up.

Gavin’s eyes fell shut, and he ran a hand through his rugged hair before conceding. “Yeah. Fuckin’ zombies.”

Panic began to spread through the room like wildfire, but Gavin was quick to hush them. “Look, my friend and I, we’re from the local police department. We’re gonna call it in and hole up until we get word that it’s safe for everyone to leave. Until then, we need to keep it down. They’re still out there.”

At that, he walked off to join his friend somewhere out the back. You released a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Was it true, then? It sounded pretty serious. And why would two cops have any reason to lie to civilians? You pressed your back against the wall, managing to sidle yourself into the corner, away from everyone else who’d huddled near the corner.

Your eyes landed on Elena, who was quickly but quietly shuffling her way to you from behind the counter, her blond hair shimmering under the artificial lights of the café. She came to a crouch beside you, blue eyes wide, frightened. “I think they’re about to turn out the lights…”

As if on cue, the café was suddenly shrouded in darkness, the only source of light now belonging to the darkened skies of the city (which really wasn’t all that much). You noted that it had started to rain, adding to the overall eeriness of the situation.

“Did you hear them say anything else?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. It was becoming increasingly hard not to panic, just like everyone else seemed to be doing.

She shook her head, “Only that no one’s answering their calls.”

Great.

Elena finally dropped the rest of her weight to the floor, mirroring your actions and leaning against the wall. “Guess it’s a good thing I just started my shift.”

You snorted half-heartedly. The girl really tried to crack a joke just now. “I guess so,” you hummed in agreement. You paused before adding, “My cats are gonna be so pissed about being fed late.”

She giggled, nudging her elbow into your side. It was weird. You’ve never spoken to each other outside of basic pleasantries and whatever else came with a customer-employee relationship. Either way, you were glad she was here.

About ten minutes went by before the police duo made their way back out to the main floor, hushed words floating between them. Chris looked worried. Gavin, however, looked unbelievably frustrated.

He stepped forward once again. “We can’t get through to the station. As most of you probably know, it’s only a few streets over. About a ten-minute walk from here if you cut through the alleys.”

You knew where he was going with this.

He continued, “I’m gonna head over there, see what the go is…”

Immediate protest echoed throughout the room, a few people having the nerve to call him idiotic, stupid. You rolled your eyes. At least he was trying something.

You don’t know what came over you (idiocy and stupidity, probably), but you shot up a hand. “I’ll come.”

Elena whipped her head to you in shock, “What are you doing?”

You ignored her and stood up, leaving your messenger back on the floor beside the young waitress. You could feel her tugging at your leggings, pleading with you to sit back down.

Gavin’s attention was now on you, his eyes sharp, unwavering. “I didn’t ask for volunteers.”

Well…

“And you didn’t ask for flesh-eating zombies either, but here we are.”

He scoffed and began to approach you slowly, shuffling past the small crowd that had begun to surround him and his colleague. “Look here, doll. You have no idea what’s out there. Those things – the ones I faced, at least – are vicious. Besides,” he looked you up and down, “You’d only slow me down.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Look, buddy, I might not be the bravest person out there or a cop like yourself, but I’m quick. I won’t slow you down.”

He held your stare for a moment, waiting for you to back down. When you didn’t, he made a noise somewhere halfway between a grunt and a sigh. He turned around and addressed Chris, “Looks like I’ve got a temporary partner while you hold down the fort.”

Chris nodded, reaching over to place a comforting hand on an older lady’s shoulder. She was crying. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Once we get in contact with the station, everything will be fine.” He soothed, subtly turning her away from the windows.

Gavin began making his way to the exit with a wave for you to follow. You joined him to peek outside. There was nothing (or no one) from what you could see. Highly unusual for this normally highly active city. How did you not notice anything before? You took comfort in realising you hadn’t been the only one.

“Hey. You any good with a gun?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Never held one in my life.”

He swore under his breath. Storming over to the counter, he searched around for a moment before reaching out for something. When he returned, he held out a small but sharp knife. “You know where the station is?”

You took it with an unsure grip as he reached behind himself to pull out a handgun. Things were quickly escalating. “Y-yeah. I do,” you replied simply. He didn’t need to know that your brother was a frequent visitor there.

“Right then,” he looked at you, hand on the door, ready to push. “Let’s get this fuckin’ show on the road.”

#connor x reader #dbh fic #detroit become human #gavin reed #female reader #fanfiction #crossposted on ff.net #soon ao3 too #connor dbh #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #fic: detroit ground zero #dbh au

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chloeillustrates16 · 2 years ago

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A Talk is Sometimes All You Need

Man, never wrote a Dbh fic on tumblr before. Honestly, out of all the fandoms I've been in on this platform I'm surprised that I haven't well here we are.

Summary: Connor is still getting used to his deviancy, with deviancy comes emotions, with emotions comes pain.

Warnings: Depression, swearing

Pairing: Connor x Fem Reader

Connor was staring at his hands absentmindedly, memories from when he was a machine coming back. His breath was shallow, the world around him felt like it was crumbling. He felt a hand on his shoulder, jumping him out of his trance.

He turned his attention from his hands to Y/n, Y/n had been there for him since the beginning. After going to the DPD as a machine to investigate the deviant case she paired with himself and Hank. She was the only person in the beginning that was sweet to him, Hank didn't hug him until he was deviant.

"Connor, is everything all right?" she asked, her voice soft causing his heart to clench.

"I don't know what I'm feeling," he said. She sat down next to him on the couch,

Describe it."

"I feel alone, when I'm not. I feel as if I'm the only person in the world that has problems. Selfish, I know," tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. She didn't speak, placing her hand on his waiting for him to continue. "I feel tired, even though I can't physically be tired. Some days, I don't want to get out of bed. Some days, I think...wouldn't everyone around me be better off if I was gone?"

Y/n's eyes widened as she swallowed thickly, her hands started to tremble. Connor took immediate notice, his frown deepened as he stared down at her hands on his'. "I apologize if I make you upset, I don't mean to. I understand if you want me to leave," he was about to get up when her hands tightened around his. Her knuckles turning white, "Y/n?"

"Connor," her voice cracked. "Please, talk to me. Don't run away," she didn't mean to cry. She felt stupid, how could she cry at a time like this? Connor needed her and all she did was break down in his hands,

"I think you call it depression, however, there is nothing we can do. I'm not human," he continued. "Sometimes, I believe it would've been better if I were human."

"No," Y/n's voice turned firm. He looked up at her, "No, Connor. Don't say that I like you just the way you are, human or android. Neither would be better than the other."

"I'm not accepted into either, so, I think being human would be more beneficial for me."

"Connor, look at me," his shoulders tensed as her voice became hard. "Humans are so insignificant compared to androids, androids are smarter, faster, better than us. People don't like to acknowledge that but it's true. We age and die, are bodies are so fragile to the point where an injury could hurt us for the rest of our lives. For androids, you just get the part replaced and not have any further complications."

"Y/n," he started. "You know how androids think of me."

"I don't give a shit about what other androids think!" her voice softened, "Connor, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me...to hank. Without you, I don't think would've recovered, without you, I think I would still felt alone. You helped us, now it's time for us to help you. Those androids don't know shit about you, they're only judging because of your past. You were just a machine executing a program, now, you're you. That sassy Connor that pisses Gavin off, that hilarious Connor that makes me laugh on my worse days."

He stared at her, his eyes widening. He scanned her, her heart had been accelerating since she mentioned herself. "Y/n, your heart is pounding."

"I know."

"Is it something I did?"

"Absolutely not, it's me."

"What is it, are you sick?"

"No, no, I'm fine." he noticed that her cheeks were heating up, he absentmindedly placed his hand against her cheek, it was very warm against his palm. "Connor, we're going to help you. I promise," she reassured. He shifted leaning closer,

"Thank you, Y/n, for calming me down."

"I think you had a panic attack," she explained. Connor nodded in agreement. It wasn't the first time he's had one, her and/or Hank were always ready to help him when he needed it.

"Can I try something?"

"Try what?"

"I notice that when I'm close to you...your heart accelerates, am I wrong?" she bit the inside of her cheek not responding, "If you will allow me to...I would very much like to kiss you." All she did was nod as his lips pressed against hers, it was soft, he held her as if she could break at any moment. Pulling away, Y/n let out a sigh against his lips, "I'm sorry if I was stepping over any boundaries."

"Not at all," she smiled. "I wouldn't mind if you did it again, actually." He let out a soft chuckle before pressing his lips against hers once again.

#x reader #reader insert #detroit rk800 #connor rk800 #this is depressing #fanfic #detroid become human #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor

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staticl0ve · 2 years ago

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Baby It’s Cold Outside [2] - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Words: 4.7k Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, oral sex (both receiving), VnP sex Summary: Superhero AU. WandaVision vibes. After a spontaneous set of events, a virtual machine: RK800, was granted a real body. Luckily for him, he’s given a spot on a superhero team. Life’s pretty easy as a super but when Connor develops a crush on his teammate, things take a turn. Notes: Having a bit of seasonal fun with a superhero twist to a DBH universe.

Part 2/2 - All I Want *

It was peak holiday season, or as the tradition had become: a shopping season.

Shoppers buzzed around a busy downtown, weighed down by bags full of goods. Ice, gray and hardened with salt coated the edges of the roads. Taxi cabs honked at pedestrians too caught up in a snowball war to notice they were stalling traffic.

The most absurdly decorated building in downtown was Kamski Tower. Ropes of garland wrapped up the railings with bows, pine cones and candy canes embedded in the plastic pines. A tree, tall enough to reach the fifth floor was covered in sparkling red and gold tinsel and orbs of shiny metal and glass.

There was a celebration at the cafe along with a steady supply of warm beverages, some spiked with hard liquor to boost morale. People held their glasses up, sweet and spiced liquor sloshing together in a hero’s welcome for your return to The Nine.

“To Scarlet!” they cheered.

“Aw, guys,” you cooed.

In your hand was a mug of buttered rum, half filled and cooling. You had given the team quite the scare, nearly dying on an operating table. Groups of supers had come to talk and reminisce on their days of near death experiences. Some money was exchanged between those who participated in the bet, gallows humor from people too powerful to die of ordinary circumstances. You found Connor after the celebration, waiting patiently for his chance to speak.

“Hey, uhm…thanks for helping me out there,” you said.

“Of course,” he replied politely.

He was doing his best to seem like he didn’t spend the past few days anxiously pacing outside your room. Hank was there too, although he spent most of his time reassuring Connor. The first day was the worst, sitting in blood caked clothes, his tall frame hunched over a chair. Hank had ensured he’d be unbothered by work until you were fully recovered. A few other supers came by to drag Connor away, claiming a bar run would ease his mind, but he stayed like a guard dog outside your door.

A few days later, you were whole, back to laughing and joking with the team and ready for the next mission. But he was observant, very little got past his sensors. During gaps in conversations, your fingers wandered and stroked where the gash once was, the wound now closed into a tiny five pointed scar.

“It’s kinda nice being the damsel instead of the hero,” you said with a soft laugh. “Once you’ve been a super as long as the rest of us have…it’s easy to forget we’re not invincible.”

“I am relieved to see that you’ve recovered fully.”

The air thickened as your eyes met. There was so much more Connor wished he could say but his tongue was a lead weight. In the days that passed, he had time to reflect and peruse error logs. His desire for companionship was tinged by animal wants creeping into machine neutrality. There was no more denying it, he had it bad.

Connor wasn’t the kind of person to impose or demand but for the first time, he intended to. Even now, as your hands nervously fidgeted, he wanted to soothe you in a way best left in private. Damn it all. He was going to do it.

“Oh!” A short squeak slipped through your lips when a pair of arms engulfed you, pulling you close until all you saw was the white of his button up. The steady rhythm of his hardware drummed against your cheek. His nose brushed a line through your hair and he sighed, visibly relaxing his shoulders. His breath fanned over the back of your neck, warm lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and his voice, was low and richer than the drink warming your stomach.

“Will I see you at the party tonight?”

It was an innocent question from a coworker, one that you’ve been asked all afternoon. But the hand on your back and the proximity of his body wrapped around yours made your voice catch in your throat.

“Y-yeah.”

If there was one thing supers did best, it was throw a party. Models, celebrities, millionaires, anyone with a name and a pretty face got to mingle with the best. The penthouse floor was as rowdy as a metro station in rush hour. Drinks were flowing, mouths were running off and challenges accepted.

Your dress was thin and silky, cascading over your curves like a second skin. It was red to match the holiday theme and you knew some people would get a kick out of it.

“Ow! Scarlet in a scarlet dress!” A super you were close to, Nat, short for Natasha, lingered around you like a smug mother hen. She had hair as firey as your magic and it made you wonder why she got a spider themed code name instead of Scarlet. “Come to keep me warm?”

“Mhm,” you teased back. “As long as your green beast of a boyfriend doesn’t mind.”

“I’m sure he would not.”

The small talk was pleasant, a few other supers came by for photos and chugging down drinks together. But you sensed she had a top secret objective in mind.

“So,” she said with a long drawn out “o”.

You followed her eyes flicker from you and a certain adorably dressed android in a snowflake knit sweater.

“No,” you replied and failed to hold together a stern expression. A laugh broke through you when she elbowed your ribs. “Whatever you’re cooking up, no.”

“Why not? You have been eye fucking him all night.” She swirled her drink and sipped. Her lashes fluttered menacingly behind the glass.

“W-what? I have not! I was…curious about his sweater. Do you think he knits?”

“Who knows? Let’s ask.”

You could barely squeak out another “No” before she grabbed your wrist and tugged. For an agent, she was incredibly strong. It was no wonder that she could handle her boyfriend. You stopped your scrambling as soon as Connor turned from his conversation with a look of intrigue and surprise.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hello.”

“Okay. Bye,” Nat added with a wave and vanished back into the crowd.

Oh god, it wasn’t this awkward before. That hug seemed to have completely turned things upside down for you. If Connor noticed, he played it down, asking you about the party and complimenting your dress. You learned the sweater was a gift from Hank which was rather sweet. It was all going a lot more smoothly until a drunken outburst startled you apart.

“Yeah! You can do this!” a deep voice shouted.

The noise came from a crowd around a low table. Between the masses was a smug looking thunder god as guests took their turn at lifting his hammer.

“Shit! It totally moved an inch!”

That was unlikely, as very few could be considered worthy enough to wield Mjolnir. Thor’s grin grew while he coaxed Kamski into giving it a shot. The inventor wrapped a metal arm around the hammer base. Miniature jets sparked and hissed, knocking over drinks. Suddenly, something blunt came flying in your direction and you ducked. Without thinking about it, you grabbed Connor’s arm, tugging him gently away from the commotion and towards a balcony.

“Trust me,” you said with a shake of your head. “You don’t wanna stick around to see how this ends.”

His cheeks lifted, tinting visibly pink in the dim light. “I was hoping for a turn.”

“Mmm…you might just be the guy who can do it but last time someone broke the table trying. Come on, let’s go.”

He chuckled, following you out into the cool air. No detail was spared in the seasonal decorations outside of the tower. Golden fairy lights lined the railings, adding a warm glow to the plush garland wrapping around the metal. Snowflakes dusted over your heads, the clouds light and parted enough to reveal bits of a starry sky.

“Wow, pretty night,” you said in awe.

“It is,” he replied with a quick glance over to you.

In the distance, the party was only beginning, glass shattered and people cheered. But the noise didn’t reach either of you. Snowfall had a way of soaking up the commotion of a sleepless city. Leaving two people, not quite coworkers and not quite friends, to stare awkwardly at anything but each other.

It was certainly too cold for you to be on the balcony in your thin attire. Connor knew that and yet, he was busy arguing with a voice in his head instead of offering you…oh, the shirt off his back. He should have brought his jacket.

“Are you cold?”

When you glanced up, he was much closer than before. Shadows fell around his doe like features, sharp lines forming around his pointed nose and cheeks. His hand snaked up your arm, running up goose-bumped skin.

“A little.”

“I…” he began, dipping his face to yours. He hesitated, stalling just inches from your lips. He couldn’t just offer body heat, could he?

You made a hand wavy gesture and a plant appeared, hovering over your heads with a red plume of magic. “Would you look at that? Mistletoe.”

“Does this mean…” His eyes brightened, full of anticipation.

Nodding, you leaned into him, hands digging into his wool sweater to pull him closer. You barely caught a glimpse of his lips stretching into a smile at your impatience. His nose brushed the tops of your cheeks, colliding lightly against your nose until his lips finally met yours.

From the moment you moaned softly into the kiss, Connor knew he was ruined. Your fingers buried into his hair, lightly gripping the soft strands. A little part of him wanted you to pull harder. He lost his mind when you did, coaxing your lips to fall apart and greeting your tongue with light flicks. You were trying to keep up with him as he explored the velvety texture of your cheeks. At the slightest shiver on your part, he closed the gap by wrapping his arms around your back, fingers kneading into your shoulder blades.

This was getting far too heated for a holiday party. One glance outside the glass walls and anyone inside could see. You had to wiggle a palm between your bodies to plant it onto his chest and he reluctantly broke the kiss.

“We s-should…get back…to the party,” you suggested between drawn out breaths.

“Is that what you’d like to do?” His canines glinted, teeth catching his lower lip. A fox grinning in the snow.

“No,” you replied with a smile that matched his grin.

“Then…we should go.”

With a flick of your wrist, a seam of red light tore into the space behind him, opening up into a portal. The makings of a bedroom could be seen just beyond it. He took a few steps back, dragging you with him. Gone was the chilly and snow dusted city, replaced with a warm, fire lit room.

You kicked off your heels and he did the same with his shoes, mindful of not knocking snow all over your room. As he took in his new surroundings, he noticed a thin layer of dust coated the surfaces. The sheets on the bed were undisturbed and the closets and dressers devoid of fingerprint smudges.

“It doesn’t look like you come here often,” he said. He regretted the comment as you tensed, face falling into a thoughtful, far off stare.

“Yeah. I meant to move here when—if I ever left The Nine. They’ve got plenty of bedrooms back at the tower and I…I forget to come back here.”

Especially since trouble didn’t sleep and you, the glutton for punishment, didn’t mind being on call.

“It’s like I clocked in and…forgot I could…leave,” you sighed.

The last time you left was ages ago. You visited home to see friends and family. And they were shocked to see you unchanged after so many years apart.

“Dude, you’re like a vampire.”

“Wait…Is that why they call you Scarlet?”

It was all fun and games. You had missed them. But as they laughed, you noticed the lines on their skin ran deeper than before. Their children giggled and screamed as they ran circles around the room.

Time was not a thing you could place in a box and check on later in the hopes that it would be exactly as you left it. Change had to happen. Change was natural as many would say.

Still…you haven’t been back since.

Your arms crossed defensively over your chest. While you shrunk back, Connor did the opposite, drawing in closer and placing his large palms over yours.

“You are not a machine,” he said, head dipping until his nose rested on the crown of your head.

“Says the ma—”

“And I, am not a machine.”

His hands loosened yours apart, moving one of your palms to rest on his chest. Your skin tingled from the gentle thrumming and rhythmic pounding. Slowly, you looked up at him and his honeyed eyes poured over yours.

“I can feel and when I close my eyes….” He did, long lashes kissing his cheeks. “I see that I am more than the magic that has bound me to this body.”

His eyes fluttered open, brimming with adoration.

“I see it in you, too,” he added.

The scar on your belly itched, the skin not nearly as healed as you played it off to be. Exhausted, you sank into him, shoulders sagging and arms wrapping around his narrow waist.

“You are not alone. We’re a team. As long as you want, I will be here.”

You smiled up at him, chest swelling with a warmth you haven’t felt in years. “I…hope you know it’s the same for me.“

Your lips met in an urgent kiss. You muttered something against his cheek, barely inaudible but he heard every letter.

“I need you.”

He cupped your cheeks, squeezing them before slowly lowering them down your neck. The straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders. He snaked an arm around to find the zipper. In an agonizingly slow pace, it fell apart with his fingers occasionally dipping between the fabric to trace the skin beneath.

“C-Con…”

“You feel nice,” he replied in a husky voice.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread to your cheeks, as starved eyes drank in every inch of your skin. He kissed down your neck, gently massaged your chest as he pulled the silk past your waist. It fell gracefully, slipping down your skin in a slow reveal.

“I like seeing you like this…you feel…so soft.” Warm lips pressed on your scar and an even hotter tongue licked it. He glanced up when he reached the apex of your thighs.

“I’ve always wondered…” he mumbled.

“Oh…!” you gasped. His tongue fell out of his mouth to lick a stripe up your laced panties. You heard him make a noise of surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to be so drenched there. He hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it to let his tongue slip under. Small, teasing nudges probed at your folds. That was all it was, a bit of teasing. He pulled your underwear down, rising to his knees with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Want these off,” you hissed impatiently at his clothes and he chuckled. You reached out to him, nimble fingers working his sweater over his head. His slacks followed suit, his belt hitting the hardwood with a loud clatter. You had a faint memory of his naked form. Your palm followed the planes of his chest, down the ridges of his lightly toned abs to a set of freckles that trailed down his hips like a map leading to treasure.

“You know, you’re not half bad yourself,” you said playfully and pushed.

Connor sank backwards into the bed, elbows propping him up as his legs draped lazily over the edge. From down in the sheets, he could see the glow of night kissing your curves. A pink tongue wetted his lips and his cock twitched in interest. His eyes were bright, a bit too eager in a strangely naive manner. A stray thought cut through the fog of lust.

“Wait, Connor,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. “Is this…is this your first…”

“It’s alright. I have adequately researched this.”

He held a hand out, teeth sparkling in an encouraging smile. You let him pull you closer until your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“I might feel better about this if you told me what you liked and didn’t?” you asked.

As he nodded, you began to straddle him, your knees digging into the mattress below. You flattened your palms down his chest. His muscles had a surprising amount of give as you drew little swirls over the skin. It reacted to your touch, retracting to the android skin you’ve seen before. Accidentally, your thumbs grazed his nipples and his hips jolted from beneath you. You had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling off.

“Mmph…!” he said while biting down a moan. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. How does that feel?”

“G-good. Really good.”

You made a sound of acknowledgment, giving the pink flesh some attention before grazing your fingers down his abdomen. Instantly, his muscles tensed and flexed in anticipation. You barely touched his cock when he whimpered.

“Should I keep going?” you asked.

“P-please, touch me,” he replied with an eager hand covering yours, bumping the tip against your wrist. He pleaded again, silently with large and desperate brown eyes. As you enclosed your hand around him, his hips rose in encouragement. It only took a few languid pumps before your palm was coated in his slick. Breathier, louder moans rushed out of him and he knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when you felt so good. rA9, and this was just your hand. A fire burned behind his closed eyelids, a coil wrapping tighter in his abdomen. He could feel the precipice of letting go, like snow teetering on the edge of a branch.

“Fuck, Connor…you’re so…” Your words came out breathy, and another moan escaped him. You brushed your lips against his cheek, smearing lipstick on the pale skin. “So perfect.”

He grunted, using a free hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You lost your rhythm momentarily, only to tighten your grip on him, swirling his slick from his tip and down his length. His tongue broke past your lips, thrusting into your mouth with a roughness that was demonstrative of what was to come. He hardened in your hand, tensing and expanding as he spilled between your fingers.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. There was so much on your hands, his spend dripping everywhere and somehow he was still rock hard. He slumped backwards, panting with a glazed look over his eyes.

“Connor? You okay?”

The hand on your head twitched, gently pushing you lower in a not so subtle direction.

“I…can y-you…” he muttered in some post orgasmic stupor.

You grinned a little, relieved to see he hadn’t short circuited. He gasped as soon as your hands went back to stroking him.

“Think you can handle it?” you mused, licking your lips just inches away from his face.

A deep, rough sound broke out of his chest. Your eyes widened marginally before narrowing challengingly back at him. You were both supers, hard to kill and impossible to maim. It meant he could be a little demanding.

Connor sincerely didn’t know what came over him, pure need infecting his limbs, causing him to push your head down to his lap. Obediently, you opened your mouth, greeting him with a wet tongue. A sweet and salty taste coated your senses. You lapped at him for a bit, cleaning the mess he made. His regulator pump nearly leapt out of his skin when you shoved him down your throat and suckled him like a candied treat.

“F-fuck…” he hissed. At this rate, what was left of his politeness had vanished between your lips. A warm palm tenderly stroked your swollen cheeks. “Your tongue is…ah!”

When Connor said he had done some research, he wasn’t kidding. Thousands, maybe even millions of hours of porn condensed into the quickest marathon a machine could attempt. He consumed content of every category and had come to the conclusion that nothing held a candle to the real thing. Sex was animal, noisy in ways that didn’t always sound sexy, messy and clumsy. But it was also incredibly hot, your moans vibrating down his length and lips wrapped around him. He could feel himself disappearing down your throat, feel you choke a little and strangely, he liked it.

“May I move?”

Your fingers tapped his thighs and tugged at his hips. Message received. He started thrusting his hips and you were more than eager, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing over him at an increasingly faster pace. A hand dug into the back of your head and he began guiding you along his length. You could feel him getting close, his cock growing heavier on your tongue until he flooded the back of your throat. He moaned your name, repeating it as he slowed his thrusts.

You freed him from your mouth with a small pop, but before you could speak, he lifted you off your knees. In a blink, he adjusted his position, lying back and pulling your hips towards his face.

“W-what are you—“ you chuckled while trying to not smother him. It seemed to be what he wanted as his fingers dug into your hips. With parted lips, his tongue slipped out, licking up your inner thigh.

“Come, sit.”

“If I sit, I’ll probably drown you,” you joked.

“You won’t.” He grinned and winked. “You can’t hurt me, I don’t need to breathe.”

Using your hands as leverage, you placed your palms on the mattress and leaned forward until your hips hovered above him.

“Okay—ah…!”

Connor wasted no time, lifting his head off the mattress to close the gap. His tongue curled around your folds, massaging them between his lips. Shocked by a new discovery, he traced the line of your slit as your muscles pulsed just beyond it. He groaned, resting his face in your leg.

“I can…I can feel you,” Connor murmured on your skin. Blinded by need, he dove back in, holding you in place as his tongue pushed past your folds.

“Connor! God…!”

Your back arched, teeth biting into your bottom lip. His tongue stroked your silky walls, pumping into you as you clenched around him. While his taste buds were nonexistent, he still found enjoyment from your slick coating his tongue. Even better were the moans you made, for him. And when he glanced up, he had quite the view of your muscles pulled taut, chest heaving and thighs trembling as he crushed his nose against your clit. That seemed to be all you needed as you came with a sob.

He heard your quiet whimpers when he removed his tongue out of you to lap at the nerves above. After a few swirls, you no longer humored him and moved off his face. Collapsing backwards into the sheets, you let out a pleased sigh. You stroked his thigh, running it up to his length.

“You coming?”

With renewed vigor, Connor abruptly sat up and settled between your thighs. His palms rested flat around your head as his legs pushed the backs of your thighs further open. He planted a tender kiss on your lips, your tastes swirling between your tongues. The head of his cock was achingly close, his hot skin only grazing over your folds. He broke the kiss, glancing down at where you were almost joined.

“I-I can’t seem to help myself,” he confessed as he ground against you.

“This may be a lot for you. Go at your own pace.”

He was touched by your words and began to move. His mouth was on your shoulder when he began to push in slowly. His tip was barely in, stretching and holding you open as his hips stilled. “Y-you’re so tight. It’s like…”

Your muscles swallowed him further and a force beyond him drove his hips forward. His shoulders pressed down your open legs, keeping you firmly in place. You called to him, encouraging him between moans. He slipped halfway out, only to nuzzle his hips closer, pressing as deeply as he could go.

His gasps were sharp in your ear and his eyes pinched shut. It was as you said, a lot. He wanted to work through it, hear you fall under the same spell he was under. You followed the same rhythm, hips rising to meet his every push and pull. Your nails raked up his back, your moans hot against the shell of his ear. He could feel you everywhere: your skin beneath his teeth, your pulse on his tongue, the same beat hammering around his cock.

You cursed when his fingers worked its way to your clit, drawing swirls as his hips snapped more violently. A smattering of dots sparked in your vision as you shuddered and clenched tightly around him. He groaned, mouth clamping on your neck as a spurt of something hot spilled into you. In his excitement, he slipped out and more of him coated your stomach.

“I’m going to be drenched by the end of tonight and it’ll be all your fault,” you teased.

He pulled back, eyes blinking innocently. His fingers swirled the mess on your skin, collecting it before plunging it all past your folds. Something about seeing you covered in him struck a deep and insatiable need in the machine. Biologically, it didn’t even make sense to him why his body bothered with anything at all. It was just…he didn’t expect he’d like it so much.

You found yourself flipping onto your stomach with his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. He waited briefly to scan for any signs of discomfort. Your hips rose, face turned to the side as you presented yourself.

rA9, he was going to lose his mind.

His chest crushed your back, hips colliding with yours as he pushed himself in. Without the restrictions and mess of limbs bent around each other, he felt bigger and deeper at this angle. A large and possessive palm slowly lowered between your thighs to work a set of nerves that made you choke on a sob. His weight on your back was a comfort, a faint reminder of a shield.

“Connor…”

“Please—“ he barely groaned out. “Again.”

“Connor!”

He cursed and rolled your clit faster between his fingers. “W-want to…feel you.”

You gasped as the hand slipped lower, a finger pushing in. It was a tight fit as he thrusted in time with his hips. He ground his palm on your clit, curling his finger to stroke a spot that had you screaming into a pillow. Bed sheets filled your clenched fists. He was relentless, never leaving you empty.

“Yes, like that,” he growled, feeling you pulse around him. His thrusts grew frantic, and desperate. He buried himself like it would become permanent, mark you as you’ve marked him. He held you close as you shook and he once more emptied himself deep within. Moments elapsed with his breath on your neck, his lips trailing loving pecks down your spine. You softly groaned and shifted. As gently as he could, he eased himself out and brought you to his chest. Absolutely spent, you flattened your cheek on the strong muscles below and let out a deep sigh.

“I feel like we’ve gone through half of a magazine of sex positions,” you said.

“Actually…”

“Nope,” you joked, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Another time then,” he laughed.

The room had calmed as you both laid in bed. Snow lightly battered the windows and frost coated the glass, masking out the cerulean delight of evening. The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped, orange streaks dancing across the walls of the room. Connor’s hands wandered up and down your back, following the flickering light over your skin. As he wrapped his arm around your body, his fingers grazed over the scar that still ached.

“Hank might have been right about the whole…rest day thing,” you huffed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it might be nice doing non-superhero stuff. Go on a sabbatical, visit a different realm and ride a Pegasus. But maybe I should start with something closer? I haven’t been home in a while. I dunno, it’d just…it’d be nice to go somewhere.”

“If I may, would there be an android present on your journey?”

You hummed, sitting up to kiss him once more. A strange set of circumstances brought Connor into your life and another set almost took you out of his. There was something about his infectious bright outlook that was rubbing off on you.

It was time.

“Only if he would like to come along,” you said.

Warm palms cupped your face. Connor’s face broke into a soft smile.

“I would.”

A life beyond The Nine.

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Gavin x Reader (Dreams Come True)

Title: Dreams Come True Words: 10,300 (sorrynotsorry) Genre: Emotional Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Romance Characters: Gavin Reed x Fem!Reader + Nines (platonically) Warnings: Um, it’s super long, rushed in some places, completely unedited because, let’s be real, who has time to edit? and just chaotically structured writing. Authors Note: Really self-concious of this fic. It didn’t turn out anywhere near as good as I hoped it would. So catch my sobbing at Gavin’s desk. This is for @bring-me-a-coffee-dipshit because she’s been feeling down and no one hurts my baby! Me & my DCPD boys will protecc this gem. Also, I don’t know how to write long fics. Hence the chaotic messy structure of writing. I’m not a professional. I also don’t know how to write short fics either because this was supposed to be written done ‘n’ dusted within a day. And it took over a week! Probs should’ve put in parts. But I’m also lazy so... ENJOY!

Summary: Gavin gets a phonecall stating reader has been admitted to hospital due to fainting from stress. There’s only one thing that can stress reader out to such a point and Gavin is PISSED.

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ Nothing ever seemed to feel good enough for anyone. You tried your best, but your best wasn’t good enough. You were in desperate need of a break because you could feel yourself breaking down. It was hard to find the strength to smile, and where you normally would smile, tears threatened to present themselves in the corners of your eyes. Luckily a deep, slow breath and an eye-roll to the heavens as if praying the pain away, seemed to keep those negative emotions at bay. The factor of your stress was the preparation of exams, and understandably so. Exams were always a stressful time for everybody, but it seemed to be the worst time for everything to come crumbling down around you.

You had a phone call from your Mother, who seemed to always find something to nitpick about you. Normally you could just shrug your shoulders at the end of the phone call and go about your day. Either you were high on stress already, or what your Mother said seemed to have hit too close to your heart, validating those fears you had; that you were destined to be a failure, your grandparents would be disappointed in you, your mother is currently disappointed in you (yes, she said that!), all because you decided to pursue business studies and get a degree in Business so that, one day, you could open a new bookstore and run it the way you want to; for it to be a unique and welcomed independent store rather than a big chain retail store. Your Mother would have much preferred you to pursue a more beneficial career, something like Politics, Medicine or Law. Something that was, unfortunately, too out of your league of knowledge. It wasn’t for lack of trying. You would have loved to have become a woman of medicine, a scientist even! You find all that fascinating and constantly reading journals, watching documentaries… but you are just unable to retain the information. It’s not because you’re dumb. It’s just how life is. But your Mother had no problem calling you out on it and quite plainly stating that you’re dumb. “I never expected to raise a child whose IQ is lower than the average person. What was the point in supporting your studies if you weren’t going to build a decent career for yourself? At least your boyfriend has a decent career. You should be disappointed and ashamed of yourself. Because I am.” That was the phone call of the morning that had started your bad day. You already had a bad week regardless. Stressing over studies and exams, and then dealing with rude customers at your local part-time job. You loved your job, you enjoyed helping customers but the rude ones… It really began to take its toll on you. And you didn’t want to whine to your boyfriend at the end of the day because he has much longer shifts than you, and his occupation is physically and mentally demanding. The last thing you wanted to do was bitch to him about your menial day when he could’ve been dealing with bigger shit. “Can’t believe someone as dumb as you is working in a place like this. The easiest job in the world and you managed to fuck up my order. I want to speak to your manager.” It was one tiny mistake that could have easily been rectified had this customer given you the chance to apologise and correct your mistake. No harm done. Instead, you were left speechless at the sudden onslaught of insults that your own mother basically spat at you hours earlier. You call your manager as per requested and allowed him to deescalate the situation while you excused yourself to assist other customers. At the end of the day you were called in to his office and even with the door shut, every word could loudly be heard in the staff lunch room as you were being berated over the incident earlier. The entire day had been an extremely bad one in general and you were more than glad to go home. Unfortunately everything began to drown you all at once. You didn’t even make it to your bus stop when your hands began to tremble violently, your legs felt like jelly, your heart was pounding so painfully in your chest that it was like knives were beginning to stab at you from the inside, noises were muted out yet you swore you could hear yourself struggling to breathe as well as hearing the blood rushing in your veins right in your ear. You didn’t even hear anyone call out when you collapsed.

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It was a slow day at the Precinct which was both a blessing and a curse; it meant no major crimes had taken place, but it also meant that Gavin was stuck with paperwork – something that he despised doing and would often neglect to do, and then in situations like today, he now has a mountain of neglected paperwork to get through. It was beginning to drive him mental, and oddly enough, Gavin was beginning to get on Nines’ nerves. Understand that Nines can deal with every annoying, conceivable flaw that Gavin has, but today Gavin had managed to push Nines over the edge. “Let’s go get some lunch. Out of the office.” Nines suggested, placing his pen down and leaning back against his chair, blue eyes looking over at Gavin. “Best idea you’ve had all day.” Gavin agreed a bit too quickly, though it didn’t come as a surprise to Nines. Typical that Gavin would agree to anything that would get him out of doing paperwork. Nevertheless, Nines hadn’t seen Gavin consume anything nutritious since arriving at the Precinct. This would be a great subtle way to get him to consume some sustenance. Gavin drove downtown, a little bit away from the Precinct just so he didn’t feel so closed-in with work; he wanted to enjoy his food not think about work. But as luck would have it, his phone rang. “You gotta be fucking kidding me! Can’t even take a lunch break!” came the grumbled as one hand left the steering wheel to answer the phone, only for his hand to be swatted away. “I’ll answer it, you need to abide by the road laws.” “Bite me. If it’s Fowler, remind him that he does have other fucking officers there.” It wasn’t Fowler. It was an unknown number, but local, according to the area code. “Detective Reed’s phone.” “Is this Gavin Reed?” “Detective Reed is currently driving. May I ask what the nature of the call is?” “I’m Doctor William Kent from the Detroit General Hospital, I’m calling to let Mr. Reed know that his partner is currently admitted under our care.” “Any injuries?” “No, she came through the emergency from fainting.” “Fainting? What was the cause?” “A panic attack most likely.” “We’re on our way.” “What?” Gavin asked as Nines ended the call but continued to hold the communications device in his hands to prevent Gavin from breaking the law of being on the phone while driving. He ought to upgrade his car a little, get a Bluetooth speaker that can accept incoming and outgoing calls. Or invest in a phone cradle at the very least. What was the point in becoming a Detective if you weren’t going to uphold the law? “Y/N has been admitted to the Detroit General Hospital under –“ “Why? What’s wrong? Is she hurt? Did they say anything?” Gavin interrupted in a mild state of his own panic, Nines noticing his stress levels rising a little bit. “Under the emergency of fainting from a panic attack.” Nines calmly finished despite being interrupted. Gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly to the point where his knuckles turned white, Gavin forced himself to keep to the speed limit as he took a left turn instead of going straight ahead to their original location. You weren’t injured, that was his main priority. You weren’t injured. But you fainted. You weren’t pregnant, it wasn’t a hot day, and as far as he knew you didn’t have a fever… It was just… Stress. He knew you were stressing over your studies but he didn’t think it was this bad. Was he really that shit of a boyfriend that he overlooked the clues of your stress levels? What kind of Detective doesn’t pick up on displays of body behavior? Gavin had been oddly quiet since the phone call and arriving at the hospital. Mentally beating himself up for not being as attentive to her as a boyfriend should. He was so caught up in a case that he took to working around the clock in order to bring it close. - “Babe? I gotta stay back. We’ve got a lead and we’re so close.” The dreaded phone call came through one night, but you weren’t surprised or frustrated. He had began coming home late at night so you knew he was working on a case that required a lot of his attention as well as priority of needing to bring it to a close before anything more bad comes of it. “It’s fine, Gavin. Honestly. Just make sure you eat something. Coffee isn’t food.” “You sound like Nines.” “Well maybe you should listen. You’re a good Detective but you’re a shit listener.” You both chuckled at the light teasing before he needed to get back to work. “I love you Gavin.” “Yeah. Yeah… I love you too. G’night Babe.” “’Night.” You both hung up and Gavin remembered how lucky he felt to have someone who understood him and his position. Granted, he didn’t have to stay back and pull an all-nighter, but when he had a lead and he was on a roll, it was best to let him go. His previous partner didn’t understand and he would often come home to a pissed-off partner, yelling arguments ensued… But with you, he came home to a home-cooked meal wrapped up in the fridge so all he had to do was microwave it, sometimes there was a little note on the fridge of microwave door that simply read ‘I love you.’ One time you even put a note on the coffee machine with two large letters, ‘NO’ and a frowny face. Guess you caught on to the fact that he’d come home and have a coffee before bed. A bad habit you were trying to get him out of. “If you want something that tastes sweet but bitter, come have me.” You teased when you first told him off for having coffee so late at night. Precinct nights are fine, you understood the need for caffeine then, but when he’s home – that’s a solid ‘no’. He had tilted his head back and let out a deep, gorgeous laugh. His eyes crinkling from the wide grin he wore on his permanently exhausted features, “Babe, there is nothing bitter about you. I don’t think you even know how to be ‘bitter’.” You definitely won that argument as his hands rested on your hips and pulled them to his. His smiling lips brushed against yours before taking you into a deep kiss, only to pull back ever so slightly, “Mm, definitely no bitterness.” “No bitterness?” “Only sweetness.” Your own lips turned up into a playful smirk, eyebrows quirking up ever so slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down into another heated kiss, murmuring “I know something else that’s sweet.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” You breathed against his lips as you began to tug him out of the kitchen. - “Gavin!” A stern voice interrupted the males thoughts as he was still tightly gripping the steering wheel, car idling despite already pulled into a parking bay. Head quickly turned to glance at Nines, blinking as Gavin came back to his surroundings with a sinking heart. “I let her down, Nines.” He sighed out the burdened confession as his hands dropped from the wheel, one hand pulling the gear stick into ‘park.’, the other flicking the engine off before both hands dropped into his lap. Nines LED flickered to yellow as he watched the storm of emotions engulf Gavin, who was staring guiltily ahead at the looming building of the hospital. “You did no such thing, Gavin. I can’t always tell when you’re stressed out until you snap. It doesn’t make me any less of a competent colleague to you, does it?” “Friend.” Gavin corrected but sighed softly as he agreed, “No, it doesn’t. But…fuck!” Nines quietly waited until Gavin’s strew of emotions calmed down. Sometimes the more Nines tried to reason with the Detective, the more angered Gavin became. He found it beneficial to wait until Gavin was calm enough to see reason. “Alright. Let’s go. You comin’ with me or what?” “Only to protect the medical faculty should you lose your temper at them.” Nines made up the half excuse. Partially knowing that if something involving Gavin’s lover ‘girlfriend’, there’s a high percentage that Gavin would lose his patience with the medical team over things he didn’t understand. Such a situation being if they needed to keep her in for a few nights, Gavin might argue about taking her home, not understanding their reason. At least with Nines there, he can easily diffuse any situation before Gavin escalates to an annoyingly level of inconvenience. As they entered the hospital, Gavin made a beeline for the reception desk. “Can you tell me where Y/N Y/L/N is?” Nines caught up to Gavin just as directions were given. She wasn’t too far. Second floor. At least she wasn’t in the opposite wing of the hospital. Taking the elevator to the floor, Nines quietly accompanied Gavin as the two began the pathway to where your room was located. The only times Nines spoke was when he called Gavin’s attention and gestured to the correct room number. As the two walked past the window where the blinds were open, they could see you sitting on the bed, cross-legged but curled in on yourself, staring at the white blanket. Your face void of emotion but also looking like you’re about to burst into tears at any given moment. Nines would be lying if he said that what he saw didn’t affect him somehow. Something tugged painfully at his synthetic heart. Which was odd because he knew his systems were running at 100% perfect stability. The flicker of his LED from the calm blue to a violent red was enough physical evidence to give away that the stoic RK900 android was worried about you. This was not you. You were normally cheerful, bubbly, hardly ever without a smile unless you were deep in thought or focused on a task. Even being given something as simple as a single flower or a cup of tea would cause you to smile for hours. You cherished the little things. Nines thought you were just a clueless naïve human being when he first met you. Little did he realize, at the time, that there was nothing naïve about having a heart of gold. For the heart you carried brought so much joy to Gavin, made him more tolerable in the workplace, and seemingly a better and healthier person. You were a good influence on him. And Nines couldn’t help but notice how everyone welcomed you when you stepped into the Precinct. They were all happy to talk to someone new, get some stories of an adorable domestic Gavin… To put it simply, you were a walking ray of sunshine. Even Nines found himself feeling elated whenever he saw you. Nines stood to the side, allowing Gavin some privacy with you as he entered the room with a gentle rap of his knuckles against the door. “Babe?” ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ You lifted your head at the sound of a voice that always felt like home to you. The first words to you spoke was a heartbroken plea, “Gavin? God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” Immediately Gavin was by your side. “Hey, hey. No. No, you’re okay. It’s okay.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking your hand and enveloping it in his. Your other hand had a strap around the wrist and finger, attached to a machine as it monitored your pulse rate. You also had two sticky pads to your chest with thin wires popping out from the neckline of your work shirt, monitoring your heartrate.

“You got me out of paperwork so, y’know, thank you.” He murmured playfully, trying to lighten your mood and bring a smile to your face. But it didn’t work and he certainly didn’t expect it to. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t say anything. Sometimes it was like everything shut down and plunged you in a numb state, and then the next minute you felt like you could burst into tears and drown your soul beneath the floods. Nines watched from the window as you collapsed your head against Gavin’s shoulder, hiding your face in his neck. You didn’t appear to be sobbing but your shoulders sagged in defeat. Gavin’s torso twisted slightly to accommodate the new position as he wrapped his arms around you, murmuring softly in your ear. (“It’s alright. ‘M here. I’ve got you.”) Occasionally pressing kisses against your forehead. It fascinated him the way Detective Reed worked. He was a smart-mouthed asshole at work, probably less since you’ve been with him. Heavy sarcasm. Matching quip for quip with Nines. Dangerously short-tempered. Definitely plays the role of ‘bad cop’ in the interrogation rooms. But with you… it’s hard to see him as the short-tempered grumpy Detective he’s known to be. There’s a new gentle side that Nines knew he had but never saw it. Until now.

There was a knock to the door as the Doctor approached, the nursing staff most likely have informed him that your emergency contacts have arrived. You immediately pulled away and curled back in on yourself as Gavin stood up to shake hands with the Doctor. “Detective Reed, I presume? Doctor Kent.” This time Nines entered the room now that the Doctor was present and blue eyes immediately dropped onto your huddled figure. Your cortisol levels were high, your serotonin levels were low. There was clearly more than just stress, hints of depression perhaps? None of the medical staff seemed to have picked up on that. Mind, Nines wasn’t programmed to read a human body psychologically, so he wasn’t equipped to make such bold conclusions. “I’m relieved to see your unharmed, Y/N.” Nines gently greeted you, trying to bring a softer tone to his usually sharp matter-of-fact tone. You offered a small smile but Nines could see your bottom lip quivering and the smile and gaze immediately dropped, going unnoticed by both Doctor and Detective as the two conversed, Nines bringing his attention back to the conversation. “How’s she been sleeping?” “Uh, decently. She studies throughout the night. Not coming to bed until near midnight.” “What time does she wake up in the mornings?” “5 or 6ish, I guess.” “The healthy amount of sleep an average person should be getting is 8 hours. 7 at the bare minimum. The lack of sleep that, I’m assuming has been ongoing, leaves her in a sleep-deprived state on top of studies for exams. As a Doctor, I know how grueling studies and exams can be. So I know that her lack of sleep isn’t helping in any way whatsoever to her studies. Any other stressful factors in her life? At home?” “Not that I’m aware of.” Gavin looked over at you but you only ducked your head out of his line of sight. He didn’t bother asking about any more stresses, knowing you wouldn’t be up to talking. The Doctor shifted on his feet as he came to a final conclusion. “I would prefer to keep her in overnight under observation. Prescribe a mild sedation to help her get a peaceful night’s rest.” “No!” Your small voice quickly interjected, shooting down the idea as your head snapped up and panicked eyes set upon the Doctor, “I want to go home.” Your E/C left the Doctor’s and fell on your boyfriend, silently begging him. “Please?” It was like a fist hand squeezed at Gavin’s heart and then proceeded to stab it against a sharp knife. Never, in the past two years of being with you, has he ever seen you look so broken before. His gaze dropped from yours and back to the Doctor, “Can I not bring her home?” “It is with my professional opinion that we do keep her in overnight.” “You are within your rights to go against medical advice, Detective.” Nines quietly spoke from the side, having noticed your stress levels increased drastically at the thought of staying here. His cold blue eyes seemed to have softened a little as he looked over at you before, also, dropping his gaze on the Doctor. “If I may interject, it might be beneficial to bring Y/N home. Her stress levels might decrease once she’s in a familiar environment that she deems comforting and safe. I can offer to stay the night to keep an eye on her levels. If they reach critical condition, we can bring her straight back.” And this is why Nines came along. He made a compelling argument against the Doctor whereas Gavin would’ve lost his temper. Nines could already see the panic flash in the Detective’s eyes with the thought of leaving a distraught girlfriend at the hospital overnight. That panic would immediately flicker to anger within the flick of a switch. “Very well. On the proviso that her levels are to be regularly scanned. If there are signs of no improvement, you are to bring her straight back.” “Of course.” It was settled then. The Nurse was called in by the Doctor to disconnect you from the being hooked up to the machines while Gavin walked out of the room (dropping a kiss on the top of your head with a murmured ‘Be right back’) so he could sign the DAMA form. (Discharged Against Medical Advice). Nines watched as everyone left the room, leaving you and the RK900 unit alone. You were still sitting on the bed and your gaze dropped to your hands in your lap. Under the ever-watchful gaze of Nines as his blue eyes studied you for a moment before breaking the silence. “You still seem quite withdrawn.” His tone was quite gentle, surprising you (though you didn’t show that you acknowledged his efforts) and also surprising him. You ducked your head further away from his gaze, your hair finally falling down around your face to obscure your features from view. “I don’t deserve him.” You whispered, your hands beginning to fidget, picking at your nails, rubbing your fingers together, fingernails pressing hard against your skin to the point where you were leaving little crescent moon indents. Your Mother’s words echoing loudly in your head. Unfortunately, your fall to the ground didn’t cause amnesia so you remembered everything about that phone-call. Your fidgeting was a sign that another panic attack was coming on and Nines seemed to have picked up on your stress levels as he came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. His larger hand reaching over and placing it over your fidgeting ones. A gentle squeeze of reassurance was given. “Quite the contrary Y/N. Gavin is the one who doesn’t deserve you. But I know he’s quite lucky to have you. I must say I’m grateful you’ve entered into his life. He’s become much less insufferable.” A very quiet whimper escaped your lips, that if the RK900 didn’t have highly incredible audio sensors, he would have easily missed it. He didn’t fully turn to you, remaining his usual professional self but when he felt two hands grip his tightly, he glanced down. Your fingers were white with how tightly you were holding on to him just as how tightly you were holding onto the lid of emotions that were threatening to spill forth. Ever so slightly, Nines leant forward a little – just a little, but enough for you to know he was silently offering an embrace if you needed it. And you did. You dropped your head into his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. “He could do so much better than me. I’m just…” you struggled to find the right words to describe just how despicable you are compared to many other successful and far more beautiful women out there are. “Perfect.” Nines supplied as his free hand wrapped around your upper arm/shoulder. “You are incorrect to state that he can do better than you. You are the better. Detective Reed is quite out of his league with you.” You merely scoffed at hearing this but the words were comforting to the voice that voice inside your head that was telling you otherwise. There was nothing more Nines could do or say. He wasn’t equipped to be dealing with psychological matters of a sensitive nature such as the situation you’re currently in, so he opted to remain silent and just hold you in this semi-embrace.

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ Gavin had finished with the paperwork outside and stopped in his tracks as he walked past the window and saw Nines holding you. Kind of. It looked awkward to Gavin but you seemed content in the embrace. There was no pang of jealousy from Gavin at seeing Nines holding you (why would there be? Nines and you weren’t interested in each other like that), however, Gavin couldn’t help but marvel at how attached Nines had become to you. The RK900 became intrigued with your cheery personality and the way your presence seems to melt all the insufferable behavior away from Gavin. Yours and Nines friendship deepened the more you and Gavin hung out together with Nines, getting to the point where Nines would call you for advice either on Gavin or to do with women (what’s the best approach etc.) most likely related to crime cases with female victims since neither he nor Gavin were the best people to deal with emotionally distraught women. Sometimes you’d even ring Nines to ask about Gavin (if he came home in an exhausted or closed-off mood). Gavin would never have picked Nines to be the one to settle with a bond of friendship other than himself (not to sound vain). Phone ringing in his pocket, Gavin stepped away from the window – probably should give Nines privacy since always seems to be allergic to initiating (or participating) in physical interaction that isn’t violent. He didn’t even get a chance to greet the caller when Fowler’s voice immediately screamed down from the other end of the receiver. “Where the hell are you two!?” “Technically on our lunch break.” “Well get your asses back here and do some of that damn paperwork! It’s overflowing on your desk like Niagra-fucking-falls!” Normally Gavin would hit back with a quip that would leave others to wonder how the hell he hasn’t gotten himself fired yet, but instead his voice was oddly calm, probably because he was also in the hospital hallway. “I’m at the hospital. Something personal came up.” The voice on the other end dropped its raised tone as concern laced through, “Everything alright?” “Yeah. It’s just… personal. Gonna need a couple of days. Nines will be back tomorrow.” “S’fine, s’fine. It’s slow here anyway. Just keep me in the loop.” “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” “Take care, son.” With that, Gavin hung up and slipped his phone back in his pocket, relieved that Captain Fowler didn’t pester with questions. It’s not like Gavin took days off anyway – only when forced to by the Captain himself. One of the excused had been; ‘Reed, you’ve been working non-stop and you’re pissing me off. Go home and stay home for a couple of days.’ He walked past the window to see Nines standing by the bed with his hands behind his back, awaiting for Gavin’s return, as though he hadn’t just shared a gentle embrace with Y/N. Stepping into the room, Gavin walked over and placed a hand on the back of your shoulder in a gentle touch, “C’mon.” his voice so soft that if you weren’t in such a state, it would’ve melted your heart. Hands wrapped tightly around your arms as though you were giving yourself a hug, you leaned into Gavin’s side as he guided you out of the room with his arm around your mid-back. Nines following behind as he watched the two of you. You still seem quite withdrawn and quiet. Your levels seemingly decreased since leaving the room and Nines was satisfied he put forth the offer to bring you home. It was silent as they walked out of the hospital and to the car. Gavin occasionally peering over at you but you kept your head down with your gaze on the ground. He felt so out of his depth right now. He was worried about you, actually worried about you. And because he was so worried about you, he worried further that he would say the wrong thing or not be able to help you. He was gentle and kind with you, but he was still the blunt-speaking Detective he’d always been. It didn’t help that this is the first time you’ve ever been this bad. The worst you’ve ever done was breakdown and cry while stressed. All of which can be fixed with hugs and soft murmurs. That was easy. This wasn’t. This required a gentle and fragile approach. Something that Gavin will truly fuck up somehow. Yet the figure following behind them thought otherwise. Had he been able to hear Gavin’s thoughts, Nines would reassure him that he is the perfect person to handle this. Nines has witnessed the true gentleman that Gavin is when he’s around you. He knows Gavin is capable of empathy and sensitivity. Unlocking the car, Gavin opened the door for the backseat behind the driver, his hand leaving your back as you lowered into the seat. He left the door open momentarily as he popped the trunk of the car and pulled out the blanket you made him keep in their in case of emergencies. - “You don’t even have a first aid kit in your car?!” you queried as you and Gavin made your first shopping trip together and were placing grocery bags in the back of the car. “No. Why would I?” “Gavin! You’re a Detective!” “So?” “So…shouldn’t you have one!?…what if someone was in trouble?” “That’s what paramedics are for Y/N.” “You’ve got first aid training, right?” “Yeah they make us do that shit every two to three years.” “Well you ought to have a first aid kit in the back of your car in case of emergencies. It’s only a matter of moments between life and death for some. Paramedics may not arrive in time and you could be the one to make that difference.” Gavin went quiet for a moment as he mulled over the point you made, sighing excessively loudly (which made you giggle because it was one of those defeated sighs where he knew you were right and rather than telling you you’re right, he just sighed it out.) “Alright. I’ll get one if it’ll make you happy.” “And a blanket.” “Why the fuck would someone need a blanket?” “In case of situations like shock, or it’s in freezing cold temperatures.” Another sigh and then a defeated, “Fine. Fine. You win. But you better kiss me for this.” You grinned and did as he asked, leaning over you brushed your lips against before his hand pressed against your lower back, pulling you against him as his lips captured yours. “Mm, that’s what I thought.” He murmured. You could feel his grin through the kiss and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh against his lips. - Nines ever-observant eyes watched with curiosity as Gavin retrieved the blanket from the trunk of the car, shaking it out of its folded-up state and brought it around to you. It smelt a bit musty from being cooped up in the dark back of his trunk but you didn’t mind as he draped it over you. “Guess you were right, huh?” he smiled softly as he tugged it around your sides. You could only nod. It was like you hit such a numb state. You couldn’t share in his humor, you couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate his smile. You could only be glad that you did something right for once. With your door finally closed and you were safely situated in the backseat, Nines finally moved from his spot and slid into the passenger seat just as Gavin slid into the driver’s seat. Unlike when he and Nines left the Precinct, Gavin was much more careful in reversing and driving out of the hospital carpark. Mostly because you were in the vehicle. The drive home was quiet. Gavin constantly checking his rearview mirror to keep an eye on you. Occasionally you both made eye contact and you would always look away in shame. He deserved so much better than you. Perhaps your mother was right. Look how you’re inconveniencing him. He’s had to take time off work because of you. “Would you like me to inform Captain Fowler of your sudden absence?” Nines quietly asked, purposefully keeping his voice at a gentle lull so as to not disturb you. “I’ve already called him. Said you were coming in tomorrow though.” Eyes focused on the road, Gavin answered Nines without breaking concentration, his voice equally quiet. “Is that wise? An agreement was made between the Doctor and myself that I would ensure Y/N’s safety outside Hospital Grounds.” “So? S’not like you got it in writing.” “No. I did, however, record the conversation.” “Without his consent? Why, Nines, you devil, you.” Gavin quietly joked. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the statement, deeming an action unnecessary, Nines decided to correct the name-calling, “I’m an android, not a devil. Regardless, that agreement still stands.” “Look, Nines, we’re about to crack this case. Let’s face it, you’ll work quicker when I’m not there. You got Anderson and that annoying plastic prick as backup.” Gavin turned the corner and was only now three streets from arriving home. “Very well.” You heard the entire conversation, they weren’t being quiet in an attempt for you not to overhear, they were being quiet out of respect for your already quiet state. But you did readjust yourself, sinking further beneath the blanket and leaning your head against the window. The hum of the vehicle’s engine, the flickering of the indicator and the quietened toned voices that were usually loud and bickering (mostly Gavin instigating the arguments) was enough to make you drowsy with the heavy onslaught of emotions you were fighting back. ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ You hadn’t realized you were home until your door opened and you jerked in surprise. “Shit, sorry babe. You okay?” You hummed softly as you undid your seatbelt and climbed out of the car with the blanket wrapped around you. Immediately Gavin’s arm came around the small of your back and guided you up to the house. “Would you like a cup of tea Y/N? I’ve heard herbal teas are beneficial in calming ones nerves.” Nines asked as he followed up behind you and Gavin, hands behind his back. You only shook your head, “I think I just want to go to sleep.” You muttered and felt Gavin’s hand rub your back in comfort. The small home that you and Gavin shared was always warm and welcoming. Unlike bare yet always messy apartment Gavin had prior to you coming on the scene. There were artwork on the wall, photos in frames displayed on different types of shelving, alongside little ornaments that you and Gavin collected over time. Mostly things you found cute whenever you would visit a market or something. Occasionally something on display would be from Gavin; “I saw this and thought you might like it.” Had been his way of telling you he’s thinking of you and taking an interest in what you like. And because he wanted to spoil you with something you’d like personally rather than just the average gift of jewelry.

Gavin took you down the hall while Nines stayed in the living room, waiting Gavin’s return. “How are you feeling?” Gavin murmured as he shut the bedroom door and walking around you to pull back the blankets of the bed on your side. You merely raised your shoulders in a small shrug. Today had escalated drastically for you; physically, mentally and emotionally. You climbed into the bed, still wrapped in the blanket from the car as an additional comfort. You snuggled down with the blanket being tugged right up around your chin by Gavin. He had no idea what the fuck to do but he could only hope this would work. His hand came down to rest on the curve of where your hip was hidden beneath the blanket as he crouched down on his quarters. His other arm resting above your head as his fingers gently caressed your hair from your forehead. “What the hell happened to you today, Y/N/N?” “I don’t know… stress, I guess.” “I’ve seen you stressed, babe. This isn’t that. There’s something more. Something you’re not telling me. What is it?” Damn him and his Detective skills, able to pinpoint when someone wasn’t telling the truth. You licked your lips in nervousness as you stared at his grey orbs. “Can I ask you something Gavin?” “Yeah. ‘Course.” “Do I…Do I, um… Do I…” your voice wavered as you stammered your words, the remaining question was whispered because you were barely holding on now, “disgust you? Make you ashamed to be with me?” His fingers stopped their ministrations, his face twisting into a mix of disbelief and anger. “What the fuck Y/N?! No! Where the hell did this all come from?” Just like that, the gates to the dam opened and the tears fell uncontrollably from your eyes, your own features twisting into so much hurt that it tugged painfully at Gavin’s heartstrings, already filling with anger and who caused you to be so distraught. A sob broke out and you turned your face into the pillow, away from his gaze as your body violently trembled beneath each sob that tore out. “Shit. Hey, hey, hey…S’alright. It’s alright.” Gavin quickly moved to sit in the small space on the edge of the bed. Everything that had built up for weeks, only for the phone call from your mother to finally be that tipping point for you came bursting out. You felt one hand grip whatever part of you he could reach, and the other caressing the material of the blanket that was covering your body. “I’ve got you, babe. I got you. You’re alright. ‘M right here.” Soft words were murmured as he continued to caress your back in comfort but his efforts hadn’t even managed to calm you down at all. “Babe, can you look at me?” “No….” you wailed into the pillow, curling further in on yourself. Quietly adding an “I can’t!” between sobs. Your cries were really getting to Gavin and he had to find the strength not to explode in anger and hunt down whoever it was that hurt you like this. “’M right here Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me.” Gavin’s voice rose a little to be heard over the volume of your cries but still, somehow, remained a gentle tone about it. He barely managed to catch it but he heard it loud and clear, “I’m a disappointment.” “Who said that?” “Everyone! My boss! Customers! My own M-Mom!” Gavin was well aware what your mother was like. What your family was like. They expected too much from you and had you at high standards that were impossible for you to achieve. Not everyone was built to become a surgeon or a firefighter, or even a Detective. At first, he tried to reason with himself that they just wanted the best for you but it was clear that they bullied you – and he swore that sometimes they would do it for fun. He lost all respect for your family and wanted to shield you away from them as best as he could without it falling into the ‘possessive/alienating’ category of being in a relationship. It was part of the reason he asked you to move in with him. Give you an offer of a new life. Hopefully ceasing as much contact with the toxicity of your family. “God-fucking-damnit!” The curse fell past his lips before he could even catch it, startling you and causing you to curl into a tight ball – how that was even possible, he had no idea. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything!” “Fuck. No. I… No, I’m not mad at you… Fuck, babe… I, uh…” His hand hovered midair, debating whether continuing to offer you comfort was the right course of action. He had sent you into such a pleading state with his verbal outburst, he didn’t want to be the one to add to that. “I’m not worth it. Any of it. You deserve better than me.” Without thinking, his hand came down and rested firmly on your shoulder. Sliding off the bed, he resumed his position of crouching down to peer at you since you were curled into a tight fetal position. “No.” he firmly stated. “You are worth everything to me, Y/N. Everything. Don’t you dare think you’re not.” He dropped his head, muttering under his breath, “I’m going to fucking kill that woman.” It was no use. Whatever Gavin said to you, you only cried through his words. You hadn’t meant to be so rude but you couldn’t calm down. This was years and years of your Mother’s verbal abuse coming out. The more you cried, the more Gavin swore bloody murder. It was hard; he wasn’t the type of guy who knew the right things to say. He was far from the ‘ideal perfect boyfriend’ that women seem to desire. But he was doing all he could, and all that he knew how. That also includes staying with you until you fell asleep. Your body stopped trembling but his hand never ceased those comforting motions against your frame. Gentle hushing every now and then emitted past those lips that were known to swear like a sailor and argue with anything that moves. Gavin had since resumed his original position; crouched by the bedside, one hand caressing the hair back from your now tear-stained face, the other rubbing circular motions in comfort – which had now ceased to where his thumb was just gentle caressing while his hand remained firmly against the curve of your hip. He waited until you were asleep before he left, gently tugging the blankets around you, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form – features now relaxed and set into a peaceful slumber as if you didn’t just suffer a massive breakdown. The moment he turned from you, however, there was a murderous rage in those stormy grey orbs of his. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he walked out to Nines who was holding a framed photo of the three of them. This was definitely your doing. Gavin would never place photos up, particularly personal ones. But you insisted, and you really adored the one of you three. It was just a dumb selfie at the beach with your faces squished together in order to fit in the frame. It was silly, and one of the very rare times that Nines stepped out of his level of comfort from his professional appearance to just be ‘normal’. His LED was circling the soft amber glow, occasionally red would flicker through. He was quite concerned about you. Particularly when he heard the heartbroken wails filter through the shut door. Audio components picking up some of the conversation as he eavesdropped a little, however, he decided that this was one of those times where you could not be comforted. A shame that you weren’t under hospital care, they could have given you a sedation to avoid the mess of emotions. Perhaps with the decent night sleep, you could wake up feeling more refreshed and a stronger state of mind to begin the day’s problems. Which is what he hoped would work for you now. Hearing the door click shut, he placed the photo back on the shelf and waited for Gavin to reappear. “How is Y/N?” Gavin didn’t even look at Nines as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and thumb began scrolling through the screen of contacts. “Cried herself to sleep. Fuck all I could do for her.” “Surprisingly her cortisol levels are back to a regular state but there’s been a significant drop in her serotonin levels.” Nines reported as he followed Gavin into the kitchen. Glancing up from his phone in annoyance, wanting to just get the person he was looking for on the phone and rip into them. “What?! English, Nines.” “I was speaking English, Detective. To put it simply, her stress levels are back to normal but she’s taken quite the plunge with her happiness.” “Yeah, no shit Sherlock. You seen the state she’s in? She’s far from happy. She’s hurtin’ Nines. And there’s fuck all I can do for her. And this wouldn’t have happened if her fucking mother kept her goddamn mouth shut.” “I’m afraid I’m not following.” “I couldn’t get much out of her but…” Gavin went on to explain just the real level of nastiness your Mother can be. And whenever there’s a family get-together, they all put their two-cents worth it. And not in a supportive manner either. They were jabs, accusations, insults, remarks… playground bullying that was clearly taking it’s toll on you. “…Which is why I asked her to move in with me. To get her away from all this bullshit as much as I can.” “I see.” “Enough’s enough. This ends now.” Phone gripped in his fist, pointer finger came out and jabbed at the air towards the ground, emphasis his words before he extended his arm out and pointed towards the door of where you were sleeping, “Because the next time this happens, I don’t want to get a phone call saying Y/N’s topped herself.” Nines would have interjected, maybe offered for Gavin to calm down while making an irrational phone call but from what he had just been informed with regarding your family, well… they had this coming. Nines was standing by for… moral support. And to also make sure Gavin doesn’t say something stupid that could jeopardize your relationship with him or his job as an officer of the law. Finally hitting the green call button on his phone, Gavin waited for your Mother to pick up. When the line connected, he offered no greeting and go straight to the point,

“What did you say to her?!” “Nothing that any other Mother wouldn’t give advice to their child.” “You call that advice!? Do you have any idea what you’ve fucking done!?” “I gave her a reality check, Mr. Reed. Get her to pull her head in and do something good with her life.” “No. You gave her a hospital check. You’ve fucked her up.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me, lady. Every time I manage to bring her to where she can finally see her own worth, you bring her right back to the fucking ground again. And this time she landed in the fucking hospital!” Gavin’s finger never ceased the jabbing in midair with every point he made. If only the Mother could see how close Gavin was to losing his shit, perhaps she’d actually shut up and listen to him. “That’s at no-one’s fault but her own.” “No, that’s at your own fucking fault. If you were a decent mother and supported her -” “Y/N has had this fantasy dream since she was a child. It’s time she outgrew it and got a proper job.” “Since when is wanting to own to a business a fucking fantasy?! She can do it. She has the smarts to but you keep fucking her up.” At this point, Nines yanked the phone out of Gavin’s clutches when the Detective’s began to rise and his anger would be to blame for waking you up, which is something that Nines wanted to avoid. You needed the sleep and listening to Gavin scream down the other line of the phone would only stress you out further. Placing the communications device to ear, a much more calmer tone greeted the line, “Good evening Mrs Y/L/N. What my colleague is trying to convey is that one Y/N has successfully surpassed her examinations, she has a solid proposal to put forth to the bank and town-council officials. There is a 15% she will be knocked back, but that is a very low percentile so I highly doubt she will become the failure that you are clearly so worried about. I understand that every parent wishes for their child to succeed. Your concern is admirable but the unsolicited advice is not. I suggest that if you cannot be as supportive of her as her own boyfriend and his work colleagues down at the Detroit City Police Department, perhaps it is best if you minimalize your contact with Y/N. I assure you that your daughter has people in her corner to support her, people that you ought to be wary of the next time you break the law. Because the next time you bring Y/N down again, we will bring you down the next time you break the law, regardless of how small it is. Good day Mrs. L/N.” Just as well that Nines took over from the phone call. Had it been Gavin, he would’ve been screaming down the line with a much worse threat; ‘Break Y/N again, and I’ll break your fucking face.” Gavin temper can get away from him particularly when it involves you. Before your mother could get a word in, Nines hung up the phone and looked over at Gavin whose mouth was slightly agape before they turned into a snarl as he took his phone back. “She got off lightly if you ask me.” “Yes, well the alternative is against the law.” “Tch.” “It would be advisable that you also retrieve Y/N’s phone in case the mother tries to contact her while she’s recovering.” “Fuck. Yeah… Yeah, I’ll do that.” Instead of doing as Nines advised, Gavin grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, some pain relief from the top of the fridge and then rummaged around one of the top drawers in the kitchen. Grabbing a marker and a piece of notepad paper, he quickly scribbled something on it before gathering everything and making his way down the hallway to the bedroom. Quietly opening the door, he made an effort to be quiet with his steps as he set down his phone beside yours so he could unload the rest of his items; placing the bottle of water down, the packet of pain relief tablets in case you awake with a headache or any other aches from today. Lastly, the little note that simply said; ‘Love you X.’

Despite the murderous anger that had consumed him earlier, it all melted when he saw you curled up beneath the covers. One of these days he was going to marry you. If you’ll have him, that is. He can only hope he’d make a decent husband to you. Leaning down, lips softly kissed your temple, gaze lingering on you for a moment, flames of fierce protection flickered around Gavin’s heart, who was prepared to burn anyone whoever dare hurt you like this. Grabbing both phones, he left the room and quietly shut the door behind him. ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ He found Nines in the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee made for Gavin, knowing the Detective would be in dire need of something after the stressful few hours. Sitting at one of the barstools at the kitchen counter, Gavin groaned and rubbed his face as Nines took your phone and switched it off completely before sliding it back to Gavin. “Nines? Uh… listen – uh, thanks for everything today. Didn’t mean to rope you in with all this shit.” “You’re quite welcome. I’m just relieved to know that Y/N is home.” “Yeah. Me too.” A quiet moment transpired between them as Gavin sipped away at his coffee and Nines running his regular internal checks with his system. “’M gonna marry her Nines.” The statement came as no surprise to Nines, he was well aware how smitten Gavin was for you, but he hadn’t expected to see the tips of Gavin’s ears turn pink at the statement. Gavin’s face was turned slightly from Nines’ complete view, but Nines knew this was something that Gavin was embarrassed to confess but clearly wanted to open up to Nines about. “I know, Detective.”

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It was close to 8 months since you successfully graduated from your university. Gavin and Nines were both there to see you accept your certificate, they were both there when you signed documents and contracts for various things. Gavin wanted to be there for every crucial moment for you, and Nines wanted to be there to ensure that you weren’t getting screwed over by what was stated in the contracts and documents.

It was the evening before the bookstore opening and everything was in place. Unfortunately, there wouldn’t be a grand opening of sorts so Gavin didn’t book the day off; having booked quite a number of days off already with wanting to be there for the other stuff in the past few days. So, he decided to take you out to dinner tonight. Or so you thought. He came home early so he could have a shower and get ready while you also had time to do your hair and makeup, wearing the dress that you knew drew him wild. It wasn’t your intention to tease him but you also know he’s been stressed with work but has also been there for you with everything… you knew there was only one way to show your appreciation… but that was for after dinner. You hadn’t even left the house yet, let alone the bedroom when two large hands had your hips pinned against the wall. You let out a small gasp and arched against him with a small hum. His lips trailing from your cheek and down your jawline, “You look delicious babe.” One of your hands rested on his forearm, the other trailed up the nape of his neck, fingers pressing against the smaller parts of his hair. “Dinner first and then dessert.” “I’d rather have you for dinner.” Came the husky murmur against your ear as his hands gripped your hips and pressed his own against yours, feeling the slight bulge in his pants. You forced yourself to hold back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of how much you really want to cave and give him what he wants. “And not dessert? Shame. Dessert’s always the best part.” You teased, tilting your head sideways for his lips to have better access. He refused to kiss your lips because he didn’t want to mess up your makeup. “Can’t I have both?” he groaned out but forced himself to pull away, especially if he wants tonight to go as planned; which didn’t exactly interfere with your plans but will definitely delay them somewhat. His lust-filled green eyes stared at yours as a finger gently hooked under your chin, thumb very lightly caressed across your dark red painted lips. “You really are fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” Luckily the blush you were wearing covered up the natural heat of your cheeks at his compliment. “I do now.” You murmured softly as your gaze met his and your lips smiled softly. You had no idea how much Gavin worshipped the ground you walked on, adored you in every single aspect of the word. At the same time, he was your entire world to you. He may not look like it, but he was the epitome of a gentleman to you. You’ve been told by so many that he’s an absolute asshole at work (granted he’s calmed down since he’d been dating you) but you just can’t see it. Smiling, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and leaned back, thumb wiping away the lipstick residue left on his cheek. “And you, Detective Reed, are quite the charmer.” If he could wink, he would, but he’d given up trying ages ago. Instead, his lips turned up into a smirk and his hand connected with the curve of your ass. “C’mon.” Gavin took you both to the bookstore first. Night was falling and you could only make out the sign by the street lamps; ‘Cozy Book Nook Store’ a name that suited the theme of the bookstore you designed. Even with the curtains drawn, the windows and signage already had a welcoming and cozy tone. Gavin had wanted to see the final product before anyone else when the doors opened tomorrow. Unlocking the door, you flicked some of the lights and let him in. He wondered around a little, taking it all in. Mind, he’s been coming in every few days to see the progress, spending his weekends dedicated to helping you unbox books and placing them on the shelves. But he knows you’ve been working hard nonstop between then and now, adding the finishing touches and such. You quietly stood to the side, hands clasped together in front of you as you watched his reaction. Did it look good? Did you do a good job at setting it up? It was a rustic themed look inside with little nooks lit up by soft fairy lights where people could sit and read. Eventually you were going to incorporate a hot chocolate machine but that also came with a lot of pros and cons, and not quite in budget at the moment. “This looks amazing! You nervous?” he turned as he watched you walk over to him, forcing himself to keep his eyes on yours and not wander down to the curve of your hips as they sway while you walked. “Excited mostly, but yeah, a little nervous.” “You know I’m proud of you, babe. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He glanced around at the store before his gaze landed back on yours. “You achieved all this on your own.” “Well, I can’t take all the credit. You helped too.” “Hm, I think I mostly got in the way.” There was one weekend where Gavin kept slapping your ass as he walked past while you were bent over some books or boxes, a couple of times you both fooled around too. It was basically a wasted weekend because Gavin clearly had other things on his mind. He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. “You’ve come a long way Y/N. You should be proud of yourself. I am. I am so fucking proud of you, you have no idea. I know things weren’t easy. But I will always be there for you. And I…” Gavin had wanted to say something romantic, something that would sweep you off your feet but he wasn’t capable of doing that. He still struggles to open up on a heart-to-heart level at times. Instead, his free hand disappeared into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small square box. Before you even had time to process anything, he was down on one knee, still holding your hand while managing to flick the box open to reveal a beautiful gold diamond ring. “I would be even more proud to call you my wife. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He had every intention of asking you to marry him regardless of whether you graduated or not. If you didn’t graduate, it would give him the opportunity to whisk you away for a weekend to help forget your troubles, to propose even if it means you don’t become the successful bookstore owner you’ve always dreamed of being. Whether you were an assistant, or at a ‘menial’ job like retail or at Starbucks… he’d still be proud to call you his wife. But when you graduated and bought the building that was only a block away from the Precinct (expect a lot of visits from Gavin, sometimes Nines too, on his lunchbreak), he knew the perfect way to propose to you; When your Bookstore was all set up and ready to open. “I… Gavin are you sure?” “I’m on my knees, asking. I’m pretty sure Y/N.” “No, I meant… my family aren’t exactly –” “I’m well aware of your family and I would really rather not talk about them while I’m trying to ask you to marry me here.” You laughed softly at accidentally leaving him in limbo like that. But your laughter soon turned into tears of happiness as you sobbed out a “Yes.” Being a physically active Detective, he was able to unexpectedly brace himself as you lunged your body against him. Arms coming around his neck while you kissed whatever part of him you could. “Oh my god, yes!” Still holding the box, his arms snaked around your lower back as he held you to him, his lips managing to catch yours in a tender but deep kiss in the middle of your bookstore.

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