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ash-writies · 10 months
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In Your Darkness
A/n:  Hey guys it’s been a while haha… well I'm not completely back yet, but I’m back enough to start working on some old asks. I was kinda out of the mood to do anything I liked for a while there, I was too busy with work and such- but now I’m ready to set aside time for fun stuff, I’ll try to post once or twice a week see you guys soon!!
Summary: You and Muriel take shelter from a storm in a cave. A writing prompt I saw “write a scene in total darkness.”
Warnings: none <3
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Inanna huffed as she led the way through the woods. Although it was barely past noon the sky was already black. Muriel held your hand as you tried to follow to nearly invisible figure. Each time you tripped on a stone or branch you’d thought you’d memorized his hand tightened around you, “almost there,” you thought he muttered. The thunder ringing in your ears made it hard to hear anything. 
With a flash of lighting a cave was revealed in front of you. You didn't have time to celebrate before the rain began to pour down on you. Luckily you had made it in before you had gotten drenched. As you entered his hand slipped out of yours, “Muriel?” you called. It was completely dark and silent, you stuck your hands out and called again. You hesitantly took a step forward and bumped into him. You lowered your hands and felt the fur on the shoulder of his cloak. 
“Are you alright?” you asked. He didn't answer again. You slowly sat down next to him and put your hand on his forearm. You waited in near silence, the rain in thunder echoed stubbornly in the cave. If you strained your ears enough you could hear his breathing, coming fast and irregularly. You slid your hand along his arm until you felt the top of his head. He was curled up.
“Muriel,” you shifted so you were in front of him and coaxed his head up, “breathe slowly. It’s okay.” Your eyes were desperately trying to focus on him but there was so little light. You thought that was why he was panicking. Your hands slid off his cheeks and down his arms. Reaching his hands you placed them on your shoulders, “I'm right here.”
“Okay,” he whispered, hands slowly tightening around your shoulders. You could hear him trying to even his breathing. You ran your hands down the lining of his cloak and remembered his old one. It was torn and thin, you wondered how he ever kept warm. Then you remembered how he ran hot all the time. A smirk spread across your lips as your cold hands slipped beneath his shirt. 
He gasped your name and grabbed your wrists, “you’re so cold,” he said although he didn’t make an effort to remove your hands.
You could almost hear the faint smile in his voice, “oh?” you began slipping your hand away slowly, “Well I just wanted to warm up.”
He pulled your hands back onto himself, “It’s fine I was just saying,” he muttered. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.
“Have I told you how much I like being close to you?” With your ear on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat quicken.
“I-uh yeah, you have.” 
You tilted your head toward him, “then why are you acting so shy about it?” you teased. You felt him shift in your arms and you knew if you placed your hands on his cheeks he’d be burning up.
“I’m not, you just say weird stuff randomly,” he huffed. You were still deciding whether or not to continue teasing him when his arms wrapped around you, “I guess I like it too…”
You smiled and sighed into him, “I knew you’d come around eventually- Or maybe you liked it all along.” He said nothing and pressed his face into your hair, you guess it was the latter after all.
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ash-writies · 1 year
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Take Your Time
A/n: I wrote this whole thing specifically for the second verse of Take Your Time by Chloe Moriondo which also happens to be the song this fic is based on! I’m still doing dbh bingo, I’m just a lil uninspired atm so I’m clearing my palette lol 
Summary: After walking in on you dancing in the living room you decide to tease Steven with a lap dance.
Warnings: Established relationship, slight power dynamics towards the end, very suggestive 18+
~600 Words
You jumped onto the couch, lip syncing to one of your favorite songs. You held the remote like a microphone and bent at the knees and waist during the most dramatic part, as if you were on stage preforming it. Suddenly you heard the door close and applause drown out your music, “that was amazing love,” Steven laughed, “we should get you on a stage!”
You pause the music and set your hands on your hips, ignoring the way your face begun heating up, “yeah? That wasn’t even my best!” You stepped off the couch and began looking for the right song, “once sec Steven, let me find a song.”
He smiled and finished setting his stuff down, “I’m ready whenever you are, want me to whip something up as a post-preformance meal?” He wraped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. 
You thought about the song you wanted to play and smirked, “it’s alright, I’ve already found it.” You pressed play on the song and waited for it to load, “sit here, you’re going to love it!”
As the song jumped into it’s lyrics so did you. You slowly took a couple steps back from him, maintaining eye contact as you smirked. You made your moves sensual and slow, teasing him as you moved. You watched him shift in his seat as he stared. 
Trying to hide your smile you began singing, “If I could be a pretty girl, would it make you wanna do the things that I wanna do? What do I have to do?” As you sang the the long note you threw your head back and placed the hand that wasn’t holding the ‘mircophone’ on your collar bone. You let your hand drift down your sternum as the prechorus continued. During the chorus, you reached towards him and let your fingertips trace along his shoulders. As it ended, you threw your leg over his and settled in his lap.
You set the remote aside and leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his and whispered the lyrics, “I know I should learn my own lesson, move on. But you’ve got a grip on me.” You grabbed his hands and set them on your hips. You tilted your head and moved your lips to his ear, “All I think of are your eyes,” you wrapped your hand around his throat, causing him to whimper, “and your fingers, and your thighs,” On the last word, you ground down onto him. “All I wanted is you, what do I have to do?” He couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from his chest, trying to turn his head to kiss you while tightening his grip on your waist. 
Staying true to the best version of you, you continued to tease him, kissing his neck during the vocals and grinding down on him every now and then. By the time the song was over, he was a mess: panting with his eyes shut tightly and his face flushed.
“So, how did you like the performance?” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair.
His hips twitched beneath you as he began, “i-it was goo-great! I just don’t think- it’s just not fair you’ve got me like this Love.”
You hummed, a playful expression spread across your features, “You’re right, and you were so good during the show weren’t you?” 
He nodded eagerly and panted into your neck, “yes- I was, please-”
You almost laughed, “alright then we better reward you~”
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ash-writies · 1 year
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Hi! I wanted to request the left for dead and angst
Basically Connor sends a message to the reader but the reader doesn't respond in the next 2 hours (Connor knows that they usually answer pretty fast) so he feels like something is wrong and goes to their house/apartment to investigate. When he gets to the front door he sees that it got burst open and when he gets inside he sees the furniture is all messed up and finds the reader on the ground with a blood pool around them and 3 shot holes in their body.
The reader is barely alive and explains that their house got robbed while they were inside and the robber shot them and they know that they aren't going to live so they say the final goodbies while Connor tries to rescue them only to see them die in his arms
A/n: People usually say, “this pained me to write”... I had no problem with writing this, let’s give Connor some character development  >:]  Also we hit a bingo CONGRAGULATIONS!!!111! [See the end for info on the bingo ;)]  Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
A/n II: I was wrong, this isn't a bingo :( I got a lil too excited and checked off the wrong one... oops haha, keep sending asks tho-
Summary: After almost two hours of not answering his texts Connor get worried and goes back to your apartment to check on you, only to find his worst nightmare come to life. 
Warnings: Angst, major character death
~700 Words
Connor checked the time, your average response time was 34 minutes and 57 seconds with the longest being an hour and a half, it had been an hour and 53 minutes. He sent another text and tried to focus on his work, a case of a woman being assaulted by a Traci. He pressed his lips together and tried to focus, instead he began to preconstruct worst case scenarios in his head. He tried to brush it off, maybe your phone died, you left it at home, or- an image flashed in front of his eyes; you were being grabbed and taken away.
“I’m going to head out Hank,” Connor said, getting up and turning his monitor off.
“What’s up?” the older man asked.
“It’s probably nothing- I’m going to check on y/n.”
Hank furrowed his brows, “alright…”
Connor tried not to rush to your shared apartment, if nothing was wrong you’d probably be upset at how worried he was. As he entered the building he tried to keep his hands from shaking. He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and stood frozen infront of the door. 
The frame was broken and the door was slightly ajar. He was panting as he pushed the it open, creeping into the apartment. He looked around to see your stuff knocked over, picture frames fractured on the floor, and furniture pushed out of place. He could feel his thirium pump beating out of his chest, ready for whatever lies past the threshold into the living room.
When he saw the red, he knew he wasn’t ready. He immediately scanned it from the safety of the tile, he knew what it was, he could almost taste it, but he didn’t want it to be what it is. He pulled his eyes away from it to see you. You were lying on the floor, chest heaving with great effort. Just as quickly as he was at your side, he scanned you, alerted the police, and Hank. He whispered your name as he took off his jacket, pressing it against the worst of your wounds.
You stirred at his voice, waking and looking up at him, “Connor…”
“Everything’s going to be alright,” he muttered, caressing your cheek, paying no attention to the dried blood beneath his thumb, “help is on the way. Just hold on-”
“Connor, we know how this is going to end,” slowly, you raised your hand to his cheek.
“No, it doesn’t have to- please, just hold on a little longer.” Everywhere you touched a small trail of blood followed, almost making you want to pull away. You don’t you know you wont get anymore time to touch him. He pulled you into his lap, as if tethering you to him would keep you alive longer.
“Some people broke in,” you began, “I was in the bedroom and didn’t realise they were here. I heard a notification on my phone and went to check it when I saw them.”
Guilt sat heavy in his chest, it was his fault, “it was me- I texted you…”
“It’s not your fault, Connor,” you whispered, with a shaky breath.
“Hold on please,” he whimpered.
“I’m so sorry,” you rasped, a tear running down your temple, “I- I can’t, I’m sorry.”
He wanted to tell you so much, instead he sobbed, “It’s okay, everything will be okay.”
“I love you,” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, “I want you to find someone else you loves you as much as I do…”
He cried harder, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too.” He felt your breathing slow and the hand that was resting on his head relax, “I love you so much.” He pressed a final kiss to your lips and held you until you let out your final breath and your hand dropped beside you.
He held you as Hank and the others ran into your apartment, only letting go when paramedics arrived. Hank pulled him away from you, and he realised he’d never feel the weight of you in his arms again.
He wanted to keep holding you. Instead he held Hank. He cried until he physically couldn’t anymore. 
Even then, the weight of that grief pressed against every wire in his chest, threatening to suffocate him.
Bingo update!!: I have one touch starved for Connor, one touch starved for Nines, and a fake dating with Connor. I’m going to choose two to write, ask or comment whichever two you’re excited for to boost it’s chances!!
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ash-writies · 1 year
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(RK900 x Connor x fReader)
BINGO - Hurt on the job OR Car crash.
The androids didn't pay attention because they were arguing and Reader gets hurt chasing the suspect or gets injured to protect them OR Reader was chasing the suspect via carcase. You choose.
A/n: Since I already did hurt on the job, I went with Car Crash. Check my latest update “here” to see the new asks I’m accepting :) Likes and reblogs are very appreciated ;)
Summary: Connor made a mistake the night before and Nines won’t let him live it down. After talking to him on your way to catch a suspect, he tells you why.
Warnings: Angst, fluff towards the end, reader is chillin in the hospital
~1.1k Words
You looked at your computer screen, eyes scanning over the words as you tried to ignore the Androids next to you. You and Hank had began working together when you realized your cases had some similarities. You glanced at Hank who was typing across from you, unaware of the tension beside you. You pressed your lips together and tried again to review what you had so far.
It was a planned assault on an android. Luckily the android, a PL600, was not too damaged. There were a few more attacks like this that were given to you along with the cases Hank and Connor had gotten. The attackers were a human and an android; the victims had explained their dynamic, the human was asking all the questions and the android was doing all the work. Whether the android had deviated was still up in the air, along with the purpose of the attacks. You were hoping to catch them soon so one of the RK models could determine the former. You were also hoping they’d be more involved in the investigation.
You glared at them, knowing they wouldn’t miss it. They were arguing since earlier last night about Connor making a mistake but Nines wouldn’t drop it. You were sure that’s what they were doing right now and Connor’s guilty expression as he looked away confirmed it.
Suddenly Hank groaned, “it feels like we’re getting nowhere!”
“Yeah, all we got is a list of victims and crime locations,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. 
Nines reviewed the list before adding, “the locations might be able to reveal where the suspects are hiding-”
Hank threw his hands up, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“I haven’t determined a probable location,” he glanced at Connor who quickly looked away. 
Feeling pretty tired of this tension, you stood and turned to Nines, “can we talk real quick?” He nodded and followed you outside. Once you were around the corner, out of sight and earshot, you turned to Nines with a frown, “are you still going on about last night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” he began, looking away.
“Don’t play dumb, I know you’re saying something to him.” 
He frowned, eyes flickering to yours for a moment, “well it’s between me and him.”
“Not during work hours-”
“Then I’ll drop it during work hours,” he snapped before storming off.
He must’ve been true to his word because he and Connor began working together, albeit reluctantly, to find some possible locations. When they reduced it to four possible spots, You decided to split up and check them. You and Hank took your respective partners and left.
On the way to the first location Nines only spoke to tell you the plan for entering. You wondered if they added pettiness to his code of if it was something he just grew into. The first location had nothing and no one. One the way to the second location you kept your eyes on the road but spoke to Nines, “why won’t you drop that Connor made a mistake? It wasn’t even anything serious.”
For a long moment he didn’t say anything, “because you favor him over me. I don’t understand how you can like the inferior model…”
Your jaw almost dropped, RK900 was jealous? “I don’t like him more than you-”
“Yes you do,” he interrupted, “you treat us differently.”
“Well yeah, you’re different people. You don’t react to somethings the same way Connor does.” You pulled into the parking lot of the second location and put the car in park.
“You’re more affectionate towards him…” he said after a pause.
You turned to face him, eyes searching his face and finding something sad and vulnerable, “I didn’t realize you wanted me to- you always stayed further away, out of reach.” Of course, right now- when you’re supposed to be going inside or coming up with a plan- you realize how his behavior was defensive. 
Suddenly his face changed, ending the moment, “there they are!” You followed his eyes to see an android and a man running to their car. You threw the car into drive and followed them as they speed away. You turned on the sirens, glad you took a car from the station and put all of your focus into following them. You don’t need to see Nines to know that he’s alerting Connor and the others at the station of the situation.
You fight the urge to slow down as your car barrels towards theirs. You braced as you came into contact with their car, knocking them off course and sending you sliding into a stoplight pole. 
You didn’t feel car come into contact with the pole. It took you a while to feel anything. When the darkness cleared from your vision you saw Nines pulling you out of your seatbelt. You were saying something but you didn’t know what, his LED was red but he was talking in a low calm voice, “you’re alright, you’re okay, everything’s fine.” You trusted him but couldn’t shake the panic that settled in your chest, you kept your hand on his wrist as the darkness returned.
You slowly blinked as you tried to adjust to the lights in the hospital. The room you were in had two big windows with the curtains drawn and one wall painted sage green. On your left Nines was sitting in a chair, LED yellow, and his eyes closed. While you were content just watching him sit, you knew he’d prefer to talk to you. You shifted and called his name, “why are you here?”
“So you didn’t have to wake up by yourself,” he said before recapping what you missed and your condition (whiplash and a concussion), “Connor and Hank are speaking with the suspects now and Connor will join us at home tonight.”
“Okay, are you alright?” he nodded, “do you want to join me?”
“No, you need your rest-”
You moved to the edge of the mattress, “C’mon~ lay with me…” He reluctantly followed your request. Once he was settled he wrapped an arm around you so you don’t fall. “I’m sorry I made you feel less than Connor. I should’ve talked with you about it or realized sooner.”
“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have held it in for so long.”
“Promise you’ll talk to me more?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going before falling asleep.
“I promise,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” you murmured, letting yourself drift asleep, “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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ash-writies · 1 year
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Hi there! I’m new to the Detroit Become Human fandom and was wondering if I could request a Connor x reader where they have social anxiety, so they have a dog that eases that anxiety; and maybe when they’re out for a walk with their dog, Connor wants to say hi to the dog and that’s how they meet? I hope this works and that I can send more requests. Have a lovely day! -&
A/n: I would love nothing more than you sending more asks ;) I have a dog and no backyard so I constantly take her out for walks, now you’ll have me romanticizing this everytime she needs a walk :1, I put this for animal care on the bingo, Character Death is next then we’ll have a bingo!!!!! Also I made this dog a medium sized mutt :D
Summary: You meet Connor after getting lost while walking your dog.
Warnings: None :)
~700 Words
You looked at the ceiling from your spot on your bed. For a moment you pretended that you still had a few more minutes before you had to get ready. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you opened them again, you were met with the sight of your dog. 
She was a rescue from the local shelter. When you first saw her she was laying on her side in the enclosure she was in. After asking around you found out she was dropped off with no explanation and she was nervous in her new setting. Once you asked to meet her she was friendly and playful, very happy to be away from the loud noises. You chose her because you saw yourself in her. You groaned as she collapsed on your stomach, “Fudge!!” You didn’t name her but her previous owners were geniuses. 
You rolled over and began to pet her with the enthusiasm a father would have, muttering praises in a puppy voice. “Are you readdy to go outside??” At the mention of the sacred word she wagged her tail harder and let out a low bark. You backed away from her and began to change, “I dunno… it doesn’t sound like youre ready-” She shook as she jumped off the bed and barked quietly again. Once you were ready you asked again, “wanna go outside?” She barked a little louder and jumped, lifting her front feet off the ground a little. You reached forward and pet her, as your hands traveled to her butt she leaned towards your legs. When you stopped she almost seemed disappointed, that quickly changed when you grabbed her leash. You clipped the leash onto her collar and began your walk.
You sighed and began looking around, usually you used a different route to go to the dog park but today you wanted to spice it up so Fudge wouldn’t get bored. You tried to refresh the directions you had but the page wasn’t loading. Reluctantly you resumed walking, hoping you’d either get to the park or find a place with good signal.You kept your head up as you walked past street signs, searching for a familiar name. 
When you walked your dog you hardly looked at the people who passed you, looking at Fudge to make sure she wasn’t going to lunge at them, but this time you looked up. You saw a man smiling at your dog. The man was pretty tall and had soft looking brown hair that seemed to match his eyes. 
His eyes flickered to yours and his smile widened, “can I pet your dog?”
“Sure,” you nodded, a nervous smile spread across your face. As he crouched to eye level with her you noticed his LED, you almost gasped at the sight, you hadn’t seen an android like him before.
“What’s her name?” he asked, looking up at you with a goofy smile.
“Fudge,” you said, clearing your throat, “I got her from a shelter.”
“Fudge,” he repeated looking at her, “she’s absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention a good girl.” Your dog was laying on her side at this point, silently asking the android for stomach pats.
You smiled at the scene and crouched next to them, “do you have any pets, you seem to be an animal lover.”
“Not me, but a friend of mine has a Saint Bernard named Sumo,” he stated, hand drifting to that magic spot behind your dog’s ear.
“Oh do you watch him a lot?”
“Occaisionally, I take him for walks or to the park, I mostly just drop by to feed him if his owner is too busy with work.”
You nodded, “oh- do you know how to get to the park from here? I was trying a different route and kinda got lost…” You both stood as he gave you the directions. When he was finished you looked at him and then at your shoes, “is it- is it alright if I give you my number?”
“Why would I need your number?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“So we can hang out sometime.”
You watched his face change as he connected the dots, “oh yeah- sur- I would like your number!”
You laughed and gave it to him, exchanging ‘see-you-laters’ as you began to follow his directions.
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ash-writies · 1 year
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Update
The amount of updates I post smh… anyways I just moved so that’s why there hasn’t been any posts, I’ll work on some later this week and try to get a queue set up!
Also, I was thinking about trying kinktober? To try and practice writing smut… send some asks!
Also opening requests for Moonkinght ;) (both smut and normal ones)
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ash-writies · 2 years
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Hii!! omg can i ask a nines x reader where she like gets hurt one time because shes always trying to be better than nines like they have this weird competition who can do those most impressive work and she confesses her love to him after a massive argument??
A/n: I’ve always been more of a Nines fan <3 I’ve stolen a lot of my headcanons from @pseudonymmcwriter , they’re amazing and I love their version of Nines! Go over and send them love if you haven’t already!!
Summary: Nines seems to be trying his best to work you up when you get assigned another case. You arrive at the scene to find it barren, that changes when you do a sweep of the house
Warnings: violence
2k Words
You looked up from your paper work in time to see Nines’ LED return to blue, indicating that he finished yet another document. You frowned and retuned to typing, if you had a computer in your head paperwork definitely wouldn’t take so long. Even though you completed it fast for a human, he still always left you in the dust. 
Nines glanced at you desk with a frown. He leaned over and tilted your monitor something like 5 degrees to the left. You scoffed and continued with your work, the way he always tried to correct you, even in unnecessary ways, left you fuming.
Once you wrapped up your paperwork another case was immediately dropped onto your desk. You didn’t even bother opening it and went to the break room. Hank was leaning against the counter waiting for the coffee to brew, “fresh pot?”
He turned and smiled at you, “yeah. How’s it going with the new partner?”
“It’s going,” you groaned, sinking into a chair, “he’s just really frustrating, he always acts like he’s better than me.”
“It was frustrating working with Connor at first,” he grumbled, pouring himself a cup, “but for different reasons I guess. I think it’ll get better with time.”
You sighed, “I hope you’re right, he’s driving me insane.” Once Hank was finished pouring himself a cup you stood to make your own. 
Just as you reached for the creamer and sugar, Nines rounded the corner, “have you reviewed the new case?”
“You mean the case that was set on my desk less than 30 seconds ago?”
“Three minutes and 43 seconds ago, yes.”
“No, I havent,” you rolled your eyes.
“Well you’ll have to review it on the way.”
You finished making your coffee, “I think we can wait a few minutes before heading out.”
He shot you a look of impatience, “as long as you make it quick.” You scoffed and walked past him to your desk. Even though you didn’t want to listen you reviewed the case as fast as possible and left with him to the scene, leaving a half empty cup of coffee in your wake.
There was no one there when you arrived, not even the victim, “are you sure we’re at the right house?”
Nines’ LED was amber, “of course.”
“You check down here, I’ll go upstairs,” you said not giving him a chance as you ascended the stairs. The house was probably built 70 years prior with owners that didn’t care about it. Some of the floorboards were bowed and rotted, the windows were smudged with smoke and dirt, and the walls that were once white were covered in hues of grey and yellow. You kept on hand on your holster as you reached the top of the stairs, the quietness of this place keeping you on edge. You opened one of the few doors and called, “Detroit Police! Anyone there?” 
Behind the first door you opened there was a desk, filing cabinet, and a bookshelf. You hummed and took another step into the room. It was very human, an android wouldn’t have a use for anything in there. The next room you stepped into was a bathroom. It was cozy and full of miscellaneous things like towels, makeup, and toilet paper. As you approached the final room you called down to Nines, “I don’t think anyone’s here.” 
You were about to make a joke about how the perfect RK900 made a mistake when you opened the door and an android ran at you. He slammed you against the wall and you barely moved to avoid a punch he threw at you. You didn’t give him room to make another attempt as you swept his foot out from underneath him. He grabbed your arm as he fell to the ground and you screamed as pain shot through your shoulder. You opened your mouth to call for Nines when you felt a hand wrap around your mouth. “Please,” the android muttered. You only raised your eyebrows as your partner rushed up the stairs.
“Step back!” his tone was void of anything, still it shot through your bones.
The android however, seemed unfazed, “I will if you let me go.” Nines’ eyes flickered towards yours in that moment of weakness. The android’s hand slid to your neck, “Let. Me Go.” You watched as Nines reluctantly pushed his gun onto the floor and lifted his hands into the air. The android hesitated before releasing you, but the moment he did he lunged at Nines, kicking the gun out of his reach. You watched the androids scramble on the floor and the android’s hand disappear beneath Nines’ shirt. You froze realising the android meant to kill Nines. You instinctively lunged at the android, wrapping him in a headlock and pulling him off of Nines. You twisted him so that you were pinning him to the ground. Nines crawled from behind you and subdued the android. Panting, you released him.
“Are you okay?” you asked, hand searching his stomach for scratches or torn plastic.
“I am fine,” Nines said, almost impatiently, “you have an anterior dislocated shoulder and need to seek immediate medical help.”
“I will once we get to the station,” you simply stated. You stood and lowered your good arm, offering to help him up. He took it but clearly didn’t need your help. He fixed his shirt and pulled the android onto his shoulder.
Once you arrived to the station he’d told you to stay in the car. It was too late as you were already up and the door was swinging shut, “why so you can take credit for my score? No thanks.” He knew you were being difficult on purpose he grumbled and alerted someone to retrieve the android.
“You told me you were going to seek medical help,” he began, fuming, “you can’t do that here so get in the car.” A part of you wanted to snap at him, you had just saved his life and he was still bossing you around. The other part of you was still hurting because of your arm.
“I’ll get there myself, just focus on the android,” you grumbled, only partially giving in to his request. When he opened his mouth to argue you quieted him with a glare. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As you can image the trip to the doctor was short and painful. You had to get your arm reset and they gave you some painkillers that should last you a couple days. We won’t even talk about the sling you had to have your arm in. You were exhausted after the day you had, sinking into your bed and groaning. You had every intention of falling asleep when you heard a lound knock on your door. You mumbled curses under your breath all the way to the door. You stood on your toes and looked through the peephole and were met with the image of Nines.
You opened the door, “what are you doing here?”
“I came to ask if you’ll be okay to work tomorrow,” he stated, LED yellow as he stared at your shoulder.
“Yeah, doctor says I can take it off after a few days but to avoid using it for a couple weeks.” 
“Good,” he said staring at you, it was silent for a few minutes after that. You were used to his silences but this one was irritating you more than usual.
“Well if that’s all-” you began.
“Why didn’t you shoot that android?” his tone gave nothing about his thoughts away.
“I didn’t want to-” you were about to leave it at that but you couldn’t, “to ruin the case.” When he cast you a disbelieving look you continued, “is it so hard to believe that I didn’t want to mess something up?”
“No, it’s not hard to believe, but with how often you do it, it’s not at the forefront of your mind,” as soon as he finished he looked like he regretted his words.
You felt as if he just slapped you in the face. You scoffed, face heating up and tears pricking you eyes, “wow- sorry you don’t have the perfect partner- ya’know what, I don’t have to take this from someone like you!” You attempted to slam the door in his face.
“An android?” he stopped the door with one of his hands. His face was the unfazed picture it always had been, but his tone was sharp.
“An apathetic prick who only cares about his stupid cases,” you spat.
“Do you expect me to care about anything else during work hours?” he forced the door open more and his tone had evened out.
“Yes, like your partner, your cowokers, or maybe- just maybe, the people we need to bring in and question.”
He frowned and behind him you saw one of your neighbors poking their head out from their doorway. You pulled him inside as he spoke, “well I don’t believe I should change any of that, I do just fine with my work the way I am. You could stand to stop caring as much.”
“Stop caring as much?” you repeated, shocked that he could say something like that, “if I cared less maybe you’d still be on the floor in that house!”
“You shouldn’t have helped.”
“Were you even listening? He was about to rip your heart out and you wanted me to stay out of it?” When he just looked at you and made no indication of saying anything you threw your arm into the air and began to storm into your room.
He called your name, “wait-”
“No! I can’t believe you tried to scold me for caring about you. You know how dense that makes you look?”
He took a step back, “why do you care about me?”
You looked at him, although he was trying to hide it there was something vulnerable about him. Sighing you decided to answer his question, “because I like you. Because even though you spend every hour of work proving to everyone that you’re better than me, I still fell for you.”
You watched his LED flicker red and he made no move to speak. You expected it though. You looked at your feet, suddenly embarrassed. “You believe I’m trying to belittle you during work?” he asked. You nodded, keeping your eyes down. He hesitated and reached forward, fingers brushing your hand, “I apologize, I did not realize my actions could come across that way.”
You pressed your lips together, wondering if he intentionally ignored your confession, “wow, the RK900 just apologized, can you send me the audio of that? I need to immortalize this moment…” Your eyes met Nines’ seeing a sudden seriousness.
He sighed your name, “I was attempting to make work easier for you… So you’d spend less time doing paperwork and being on the crime scene.”
You watched him with wide eyes, was this his way of- there’s only one way to be sure. You took a couple steps toward him and took his hand in yours, “spell it out for me.”
Before he could help it, he shot you an annoyed look, “I am reciprocating your feelings.”
“Which feelings?” you smirked. When he didn’t say anything (again) you began to step forward.
“I. like you too,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“For someone who has every word in their head,” you sighed as you wrapped your arm around his neck, “it sure took you a long time to say that.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned down to nestle his face into the crook of your shoulder. He pulled you closer as you did the same. “You should probably get some rest,” he muttered, not moving.
“Yeah…”
“I shouldn’t have let you get hurt today… I regret it.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into his hair. You smiled as his body began to relax in yours. No matter how tired you felt, you could stay like this forever.
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I’m a huge sucker for fake dating so I would love if you could do a fake dating Connor x fem! Reader!!!
A/n: I also love fake dating, and marriage of convenience, and forced proximity… I think I need mental help lmao hurt/comfort prompt is next! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
Summary: You and Connor go Ice Skating with Hank while pretending to be dating.
Warnings: none
2k Words
You walked into the Detroit Police Department. You made sure you looked the part of a sweet, doting, and slightly clingy girlfriend. As you entered Connor looked up from his work and smiled at you. As you approached his desk he stood, “hey,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Hey,” you wrapped your arms around him, “are you ready to go on break real quick?”
“Almost, give me five minutes and I’m all yours,” he said, returning to his work, you sighed and pulled a chair next to him. You didn’t bother taking off your coat, the constantly opening doors of the DPD kept it cold.
“Hey y/n,” Hank called with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand, “waiting for Connor again huh?”
“As always,” you sarcastically sighed and rolled your eyes. Hank was the reason you were “dating” Connor. He was worried that Connor might be too lonely and Connor didn’t want Hank to worry about him.
He groaned and glared at Connor, “that work’s not going anywhere.”
“Just a couple more minutes…” Hank rolled his eyes and sat at his desk.
“So is this an interesting case or something?” you asked.
“Nah, we’re just finishing up the last of the paperwork.”
You nodded and looked at the coffee cup, “I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything about that.”
“He has plenty to say when you’re not here,” he shrugged, taking a long sip. You smiled and looked at your phone, your break just started but you only had thirty minutes. 
At that moment Connor turned off his screen and stood, “alright, are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready since I walked in,” you smirked.
He returned your smile, “let’s go then. Goodbye Hank.”
“Hmm. See ya y/n,” the man said, opening his computer to do his paperwork. The two of you walked to the nearest cafe and talked while you waited for your food.
“Hank says I don’t take you on enough dates,” he began, “are you free to do something Saturday?” 
You hummed, “I should be, same as usual?”
Usually, he went to your apartment and you both did your own thing or you watched a movie together. Sometimes it meant doing a fake date where you just set up your dining room to look fancy and he takes unflattering pictures of you to show Hank. “No,” he said.
You furrowed your brows, “Oh? So what are we doing?” You expected his answer to be the same “yes” it always was. You were glad for the sudden change though, the more the two of you hung out the more he intrigued you.
“We are going ice skating with Hank,” he stated. 
You thanked the waiter as your food was set in front of you, “what?”
“Ice skating is an ideal group activity,” he began, “it is fun and a good cardio workout.”
“I meant, why are we going ice skating with Hank?”
“To show him how happy we are,” he said, watching you take a bite of your food.
“Oh okay,” you said, swallowing your food.
He smiled at you, “great! I’ll pick you up at seven.” You returned his smile and quickly finished your food. 
As you left you checked the time, “I can’t stop by the station,” you said, “I’m running late.”
“That’s fine,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Returning his embrace you said, “See ya.”
A few days passed and it was suddenly Saturday evening. You were nervous the whole day and couldn’t think of what to wear now that it was almost time. Connor sent you a text: I’m here, are you ready? You two had decided to go early so you could practice and not look like a fool in front of Hank.
You shot one back: I just need a few more minutes. You can wait in the living room 
Okay. You pulled on some bell bottom jeans, a long sleeve undershirt, and a red sweater. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair. It looked fine the way it was but you brought a hair tie just in case.
“Okay I’m ready!” you called, walking out of your room.
Connor’s LED flashes yellow as he smiled at you, “Do you have any gloves?”
“No but I don’t think I need them,” you shrugged, making sure you had all the things you needed.
“Are you sure? The temperature is going to be 40 degrees fahrenheit-”
“I’m sure,” you laughed. 
He reluctantly nodded, “alright then, let’s go.” You smiled as he led you out of your apartment. You locked the doors and headed downstairs to the car.
The rink was busy and you were nervous about going in at first. Connor noticed your nerves and grabbed your hand. The gesture caught you off guard but you didn’t pull away because he wasn’t one for physical contact. He only let go to carry both pairs of skates.
“Have you ever skated before?” he asked as  you both found a bench.
“I’ve roller skated. This can’t be much different.”
He smirked, lacing up his shoes, “It will be, there aren’t wheels first of all-”
“I bet you won’t be that good,” you interrupted, “you’ve never done either!”
“What if I told you I’ve been practicing?”
“I wouldn’t believe you, you like working too much.”
He chuckled and stood up, looking at your shoes, “You didn’t tie them tight enough.”
“I’ll be fine won’t I?” you asked.
He bent over and began retying your laces, “making sure they’re not too loose is beneficial because it prevents blisters and supports your ankles.” He continued with his ramble about health that you couldn’t help but zone out. You looked at his beanie, he usually wore it to make himself look more human.
“I hate this beanie,” you muttered absent mindedly.
“Why?” he asked looking up. You were suddenly met with his eyes and it startled you out of your trance.
“Hm?”
“Why don’t you like the beanie?”
“Oh- I didn’t realize I said that-” you sputtered, “It covers all your pretty hair.”
He smirked, “Well you only have to put up with it for an hour, two at the most.”
“How will I make it?” you said, rolling your eyes. He chuckled and helped you up. The two of you awkwardly waddled into the rink. Connor stepped in first and held his hand out. You grabbed it and tried to step down only to slip. 
Connor wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up with the hand that was already holding yours, “is it any different so far?” he asked, laughing.
You felt your face heat up, “No- I always slip stepping into the rink.” He hummed and slowly lowered your hand.
“Here hold onto me,” he said, turning so that he was facing you, “bend your knees and lean forward.” You followed his directions, keeping your hands on his forearms. “Make sure to keep your head up,” you looked up and was face to face with him. He smiled, “good. Now slowly lift one foot up and push forward.” 
You ended up pushing too hard and almost fell again. You frowned as he laughed, “how are you so good at it?”
“It probably has something to do with a program I downloaded,” he shrugged.
“So you’re cheating?”
“There aren’t any rules to ice skating,” he laughed. You huffed and tried pushing off slower. He smiled at your little progress, “we’ll start with the basics…” He led you through the beginner maneuvers and exercises. 
He was about to let you go when Hank called you, “hey lovebirds get over here!” Connor smiled, held your arm, and led you to him.
You slid into the railing, “hey hank!”
“I’m glad you made it, are you ready?” Connor asked, leaning over to check his shoes.
“I’m not sure about getting on the ice,” Hank muttered.
“You can do it, I’ll help you.”
“Nah,” he smiled, “you guys tire yourselves out and we can go out to eat after.” When both of your frowned he added, “my treat-”
You smirked, “well that sounds good to me~ but Connor can’t eat. What does he get out of this?”
Hank glanced at the android and pursed his lips, “hmmm.”
“You can get on the ice for 30 minutes,” Connor offered.
Hank frowned, “no-”
“Fifteen minutes?”
“Connor-”
“Fifteen minutes is the least amount of time you can skate without wasting money.”
“Fine,” the man groaned. 
You chuckled as you watched the man get his skates, “I guess you’ll have to help him now.”
“Yes, I don’t believe he’ll be good at ice skating,” Connor laughed, “I think you’ve had sufficient training. Let’s see, we can skate to the opening to test you.” 
“Okay,” you smiled. Connor stayed close as you led the way to the entrance. You got closer and saw Hank holding onto the railing and skating towards you. You smiled and grabbed the railing beside him, “did you fall getting in?”
“Nope- did you?”
“Almost,” you said, “Connor caught me though and he helped me get better.”
"Do you want my help?" Connor offered.
“I’m okay,” the man grumbled, “I only need to be on here for fifteen minutes…”
“Okay, but if you fall I can’t promise not to laugh,” you teased. You and Connor skated next to him, Connor doing some of the tricks he had downloaded and you just barely being able to skate in a straight line. Connor left the two of you to help a kid that had fallen get up.
You and Hank watched as he gave the kid some pointers, “how has he been with you?”
“He’s been alright,” you shrugged, “more affectionate lately now that I think about it.”
“He’s been talkin about you a lot nowadays.”
“Why?”
“I dunno, maybe he’s in love with you or something,” he chuckled, nudging you.
You noticed Connor skating towards you. You smiled at him and muttered under your breath, “really?”
Once the fifteen minutes was up the three of you returned your shoes and piled into Hank’s car. Even though you and Hank wanted to go to a fast food restaurant Connor talked you out of it. The three of you talked and laughed as you and Hank ate, talking about work and everyday life. When it was time to leave Hank offered to take you home.
“I’ll take her home Hank,” Connor said, LED flashing yellow as he called a car.
“Alright, should I expect you back tonight?” the man teased.
“Of course,” Connor said as Hank began walking to his car, “goodbye, drive safely.”
“See ya,” Hank called, waving as he turned around.
Having exhausted all of your conversation topics, the two of you waited in silence on the trip to your apartment. He walked you to your door and asked, “what were you and Hank talking about?”
“When?” you asked, pulling your keys out of your pocket.
“When I left on the ice rink.”
“Oh, he was asking about you,” you plunged the key into the lock and heard it unbolt, “why?”
“When I came back, your face was flushed and your heart rate had increased.”
“Oh.”
“Did he embarrass you?” he continued.
“No,” you muttered leaning in your doorway.
“Oh I must’ve misread the situation.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Are you in love with me?” his led began to glow yellow as he stared at you. Suddenly you were embarrassed, “I mean he was saying that you talk about me a lot and said that you were in love with me- If it was to make it seem more real I understand-”
He calmly said your name, “I am in love with you.”
“I just- what?”
He slowly lifted his hands and rested them on your arms, “I’m in love with you.”
You felt your whole world tremble and all you could think to say was, “oh.”
“I- are you interested in really dating me?” he mumbled, his eyes searching yours
“I- yes of course!” you said, snapping out of it.
He smiled and let his hand slip from your arms, “phew, I was worried for a moment- So, see you Monday?”
“Yup, see ya Monday,” you giggled.
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The Muriel’s smut… it was perfect… please could u write more? 🥺 if u have time ofc
Thanks! I was actually thinking a lot about writing smut and I think going more in-depth with it, like writing actual sex scenes, is a bit out of my comfort zone. I don't quite know how to pace it or what words to use at some points so I'm putting a pause on it. I do plan on writing part two but I wanna learn more about it I guess.
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hiiii~ i saw that you didn’t cross out touch starved, so i wanted to request that if it hasn’t been already!
may i request a suggestive thing with connor with the prompt “touch starved”? like, he’s starting to experience sexual desire since the day he deviated and he tries to explain how he feels, and the reader helps him out 🥰
A/n: Finally putting a temporary end to the touch starved prompt…although this physically pained me to write I hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are very appreciated <3
A/n II: Sorry this took so long to push out. I had a whole plan for this ask but then I chickened out and didn’t know what to write :(
Summary: When you come back from out of town you notice Connor acting shady. The next morning he decides to talk to you about it.
Warnings: Smut
~900 Words
You set your keys in the ceramic ashtray on the counter, one of Connor’s latest hobbies. “I’m back!” you called out, you knew Connor was usually home by this time. You were gone for a week, it was supposed to be for longer but work finished early and you wanted to surprise him. 
You heard a bit of shuffling then Connor rounded the corner, “y/n! Your back early!”
You laughed as he pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I wanted to surprise you!” He hummed as you ran a hand through his hair, “why is it like this?”
“I was laying down,” he muttered into your shoulder.
“Laying down?”
“I’m caught up on work and housework. Humans enjoy laying down in their free time so I decided to try it out.”
You pulled back and he reluctantly released you, “well after the long trip here, I would sure love to lay down for a bit.”
“Of course,” he smiled, picking up your bags and leading you to your room. 
You took your shirt and jeans off, “so did you enjoy it?”
His LED flickered red, “what?”
You furrowed your eyebrows as you pulled on a baggy shirt and some shorts, “laying down…”
“Oh, yeah-” he said, trying to play it off as he sat on the bed.
You smirked, “you were totally doing something else weren’t you?”
“No,” his LED began to blink yellow.
“Yeah you were!” you jumped behind him onto the bed, “what was it?”
“It was nothing-” he sputtered, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Why not?”
“Because-” his eyes met yours and he looked away, “nothing you should just get some rest.”
You didn’t miss the look that flashed across his face when he looked at you. You pressed your lips together, “you know you can talk to me right?”
“I know,” he sighed. 
When he didn’t continue, your wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his LED, “we should get some rest then.” You released him and moved to your side of the bed. You slipped under the covers and waited for him to join you. He slowly eased under the blankets and shuffled towards you. His LED was finally back to blue. 
“Get some rest,” he muttered. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would find you soon enough.
When you woke up Connor wasn’t in the room. You wanted to call out to him but thought he probably just wanted space. You grabbed a towel and took a quick shower. Afterward, you dried off as much as possible, grabbed the shirt and shorts you changed out of, and went to the kitchen. Connor was sitting on the couch. You wandered into the kitchen and began digging in the counter. You moved to the fridge and the freezer, opening their doors and closing them after looking for a minute. You ended up grabbing a pop-tart and sitting on the couch next to Connor. You watched his LED jump from blue to amber, “are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
“It is normal for people in a relationship to talk about these kinds of things,” he muttered to himself. You set the half-eaten pop-tart aside, dusted off your hands and shirt, and waited for him to continue. “Ever since I deviated I’ve been having certain feelings. At first, they were small and didn’t require attention but a few months after we started dating they got bigger and stronger…” He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “do you know what I mean?”
“Not really, what kind of feelings?” you asked, even though you had a pretty good idea.
He cleared his throat, “um- sexual feelings…”
You stared at him and opened your mouth to speak before closing it, you didn’t want to say something stupid, “okay…” Then it clicked. That’s what he was doing yesterday.
He shifted, “I didn’t want to talk about it because I felt like it would make you uncomfortable-”
“No no no,” you said, “it’s completely fine. I just didn’t think you wanted stuff like that.”
“Well, I do….”
You bit back a smirk, “oh? What kind of stuff do you imagine?”
“I- mostly you on top of me,” you hummed, sliding across the couch.
“Anything else?” His LED glowed yellow as you settled in his lap, he only shook his head, “is there anything you don’t like?” he shook his head again, “well, I like it when you use your words.”
“Okay,” he whimpered. You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, his hands immediately held onto your hips. As he deepened the kiss, you ground down on his dick. He moaned into your mouth and you smirked, enjoying his reaction. You moaned at the friction, repeating the action, he threw his head back and began panting.
“Is this what you were imagining?” you whispered, leaning forward.
“Yes,” he muttered desperately, his voice husky and filled with static. You smiled and began to kiss his neck, occasionally stopping to leave bites, still grinding on him. You moved to kiss him and felt his hands trail up your shirt. You sighed as you slid your tongue over his, the feeling of his sensors never failing to surprise you.
“How close are you?” you gasped, breaking away.
“72 percent,” he groaned. 
You smirked and slid off of him, “well, let's finish this somewhere else.”
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ash-writies · 2 years
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Hey!! I’ve noticed your DBH master list isn’t working, I think the link is messed up
Thanks for letting me know!! I fixed it and it should work! ;)
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ash-writies · 2 years
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Heyo I love ur fics! For the bingo card can you do Connor with amnesia?
A/n: I’ve had such a bad time tryna get off this sleep schedule…Hope you all enjoy <3
Summary: Connor gets a bug from an update and you take him to cyberlife to see whats wrong.
Warnings: one no-no word 
1.8k Words
You watched nervously as Connors LED flickered red. He blinked and a smile settled on his face, “Hello! I’m Connor, the android sent by cyberlife.” 
You frowned and looked at Hank, “when did this happen?”
“I dunno,” he groaned, “last night he was going on boutta upgrade, and the next thing I know he’s talking about the deviant case.”
Your leg began bouncing, “maybe we should take him to Cyberlife. There might be other androids who’ve had this… reset?”
“Yeah,” he began, “I gotta get to work, can you take him?”
“Sure,” you looked at the android who was sitting on the couch with a passive smile. “Let’s go Connor.” 
He looked at Hank who sighed and nodded, “Alright y/n, let's go.”
You began the walk to Cyberlife in silence. “So y/n, how did you and lieutenant Anderson meet?”
“You already-” you sputtered, “I um, used to babysit Cole.”
“Cole?”
“His son.”
“I didn’t see a child there.” 
You glared at him, “let's drop the topic. Do you remember anything about last night? I mean an update can’t fully wipe your memory…”
“There’s nothing in my memory storage from before this morning.” 
You bit your lip and thought for a second, “Well let's hope Cyberlife fixes that.” He nodded. “Also, I need to prep you for when you enter.”
“Why? I’ve come from Cyberlife.”
“Well it’s different now, it’s been two years and Androids run it.”
“Androids? Have the deviants taken over?” He asked, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a stop.
You tried not to laugh, “the tower maybe-”
“Are you sure we should go in then?” his LED turned yellow.
“Connor,” you rested your hands on his arms, “you have nothing to worry about, before what happened you were a deviant too-”
“I would never be a deviant!” he said harshly, pulling away from you.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you frowned, “I liked you better as a Deviant anyway.”
“You’re lying,” he muttered, “I self-test regularly-”
“ ‘so I know what I am and what I am not’ save me the speech,” you grabbed his hand, “we’re going to Cyberlife to fix you and you’re not going to do anything that’ll ruin your ‘Deviant friendly’ image alright?”
As he looked at you his LED returned to blue, “alright.” You hummed, not trusting him, and continued down the street. 
The two of you finally made it to the doors of the building, “are you gonna be on your best behavior?”
His LED flashed yellow, “yes,” he was lying. You rolled your eyes and led his past the doors. As he entered he visibly tensed, he knew all the Androids he was seeing were deviants. 
When he stopped walking you turned and grabbed his hand, “c’mon,” you muttered. 
You led him to the elevator and punched in the code you were given, “we’re going to meet with the leader, you two are friends so don’t try anything.” He nodded, still looking forward. You noticed that he began to furrow his eyebrows, “everything okay?”
He glanced at you and returned to staring ahead, “yes y/n.” You could tell something was bothering him but you decided not to push it, it was clear he didn’t trust you.
The elevator doors opened and Markus was leaning on a desk, talking to North. She gave you a dirty look as Markus smiled, “Hello, is there something I can do?”
You forced a smile and began walking toward him, “Hello, I was wondering if there were any androids that have memory issues? Last night Connor had tried to install some kind of update and it seems like he reset or something?” You gestured at the android who was still standing next to the elevator. He began to walk toward you, LED yellow as he processed everything in the room and some.
“Yes, we’ve had a few reports but they all were temporary,” he said, walking to you, mimicking Connor’s movements, “you might have to jog his memory if it takes too long.”
You smiled, genuinely grateful for his advice, “thank you!” You turned to Connor, about to say something when you felt Markus’ hand on your wrist. You turned back, wondering if you cut him off too soon. Before you could ask Connor’s hand wrapped around Markus’ wrist, LED flashing red as he acted before thinking. 
Markus smirked and released you, “I wish you luck y/n.” You pressed your lips together and nodded. You grabbed Connor and headed to the elevator.
Once its doors shut you muttered, “I thought I told you to keep appearances.”
“You did.” 
You frowned, “are you okay? You sorta lost it back there.”
“I’m fine,” he muttered closing his eyes. He kept them closed until you reached the ground floor. He stormed out of the elevator, not looking to see if you were following him. You almost had to run to match his pace as he charged to some unknown destination.
“Connor,” you called, he seemed to be in a trance, he kept going, “Connor stop!” you tried again. He didn’t listen and kept walking. When he finally stopped you felt like collapsing. “What the fuck was that about?” He let his head drop, his shoulders heaving with each pant. Curiously you placed a hand on his cheek, seeing how much he was overheating. You didn’t expect him to lean into your touch and just as soon as you noticed, he pulled away and turned away from you.
“I couldn’t contact Amanda,” he huffed, “something’s wrong.”
You snorted, “yeah, isn’t that because you deviated…?”
“I’ve never deviated,” he said, adjusting his tie.
“You did when they tried to get you to kill their leader, Markus.”
“If I don’t remember deviating did I ever?”
“It’s not like trees falling. You broke through your programming, even if you forgot that you did, it's not like it would re-manifest itself.”
He paused, deep in thought, “tell me to do something.”
“What?”
“Command me”
“You’d only do it because you wanted to.”
“Try it-”
“It wouldn’t work.”
“y/n, please…”
You chewed on your lip, “stand on the railing.”
He looked at the railing then at you, “that’s too easy.”
“Then do it.”
“It’s not registering as a command, try something else.”
“It’s not registering as a command because you don’t need to follow commands.” He leaned against the railing, wanting to have to climb on top of it. He groaned and crouched down. You crouched beside him, “when you first deviated, you were scared and confused. You were worried none of the androids would be on your side and you’d be alone.” He looked at you, “but then, as time went on, they came ‘round. You were a great leader, uh co-leader, with Markus. They admired you for how well you interacted with humans and how good you were. And as you realized this, you became more of your goofy confident self.” You placed your hand on his back and smiled, “I like that side of you.”
His brows furrowed together and he looked at you intently. You cleared your throat, “ahem, anyway Markus said something about jogging your memory, and I was thinking we could do something you like…”
He smiled, “well what do I like doing?”
“You like reading, listening to music…” you trailed off, trying to think of something he’d like.
“Have I gone to a Fair?” he asked.
“No, but I’ve got-”
He turned to you, “then we should go!”
“But it won’t jog your memory…”
“Having fun might.”
“Then let’s go!” you said, hooking your arm through his.
He led you to the small fair they had set up in a field. You took him to the games that had the best prizes and he won them of course. You only won five prizes when they realized he was an android and banned him from playing. You tried playing a few but lost.
“Man,” you sighed, I really wanted to get you a prize…”
He smiled, “well you’re funding this whole thing so it’s already like a prize.”
“That’s one way to look at it I guess,” you huffed, pursing your lips.
“Do you have any rides you want to go on?”
“A couple, is it safe for you to join me?”
“No, some of the rides weren’t meant to hold androids,” you frowned, “but we can ride the Ferris wheel before we go.”
“That sounds good!” you smiled. As the two of you boarded the gondola, you arranged the prizes like they were sitting too. The way Connor looked at you didn’t go unnoticed. You sat in silence as the gondola ascended. You went around a few laps before it paused at the top.
“Have you had a good time?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the horizon.
“Of course,” he said.
“Remember anything?”
“Everything.”
Your eyes shot to his, “what? Really? When?”
He squirmed, suddenly embarrassed, “uh- when you told me about how I was after I deviated.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “I just wanted you to have a good time today, and if it was too much trouble I can pay you back for it-” he looked at you at the exact moment you could no longer hide your smile, “what?”
“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, “even if you had your memories I’d come here with you!”
He was clearly overheating but he refused to start breathing, “I didn’t think you would…”
“Why not?” The wheel began turning again, it was going to be your turn to get off soon.
“I don’t know…”
“I think you do,” you smirked and leaned forward. He looked at you as his LED spun yellow, “Don’t think too hard now, you might break something.”
“I like you a lot y/n,” he muttered, fidgeting with one of the prizes, “and I didn’t think you liked me back.”
“Didn’t?” you smirked, “I’m glad you know better now.”
“Wait- you-” he sputtered, surprised by your confession.
“Yeah, I was basically singing your praise today and you still didn’t notice?” 
His eyes flickered to your lips then down to his lap, “not really. I thought you were encouraging me.”
“I was but I don’t think I’d be that encouraging if I didn’t like you.”  Before he could say anything the gondola arrived at the bottom of the wheel. The doors swung open and you grabbed some of the prizes while Connor grabbed the rest. You ordered a couple of cars and walked to the gates.
The first car pulled up, “I’d like to do this again sometime,” Connor said, still a little fidgety.
“Me too,” you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, “see you next time!” He smiled and waved awkwardly as you stepped into the car. He could wait to see you again.
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Bingo update!
I just had an epiphany:
In order to encourage participation, I will only do “repeats” if we get a bingo!
For every bingo we get I’ll do two repeat requests (not for the same prompt!)
Bingo Card :)
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Touch starved for bingo is off the table! I have like three different asks ab that… y’all like it wayy too much
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I have no clue if there's a limit with the tropes but they're all my favorites!! 💕😭 fake dating, touch starved, hurt on the job, and oblivious pinning with Connor rk800 x human! male or nonbinary reader. Where they have to pretend to be dating for a job and the reader gets hurt leads to Connor patching them up. I’m just such a sucker for the overprotective worried one gently patching up the other omfg!!
A/n: Thanks everyone for sending asks I’m going to try to answer them in the order I get them!! Keep ‘em coming, we still haven't gotten a bingo :) This is Male reader btw :P (To the asker that sent me a similar request: I think I’m still gonna do yours bc this one is a bit more action-y than it seems you want <;3)
Original Card Here!
Summary: You, code name Keith, and Connor, code name Nathan, are assigned to take down a big Red Ice dealer and after months of waiting the day came to finally end it.
Warnings: Cursing, drug use/dealers, guns, shooting, and injury
~3k Words
This was one of the biggest cases you’ve been assigned to. The department finally found a big Red Ice dealer and was this close to dismantling the whole operation, all that was standing in the way was the leader. Not a lot of people have met him before, and he’s very elusive. There were whispers of him using people from his inner circle as bait for the police, letting them get caught instead of himself. All this ran through your head as you pulled on your suit jacket. You recounted what got you into this and how if you said a single thing wrong you might not be walking out of there.
“Hey,” Connor smiled, walking into the bathroom, “not overthinking are you, Keith?” You hated your cover name and couldn’t wait to get back to your old one.
“How could you tell Nathan?” you teased, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.
“You furrow your brows and bite your lip.”
You rolled your eyes and smirked, “I’m just worried about your acting. I mean how good can an Android be?”
A switch flipped in his head, or at least you thought one did. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder, “honey, you have nothing to worry about.” Looking in the mirror, you admired the view, wishing you could always see him wrapped around you.
You swallowed thickly, “I wish I could use your brain for today.”
“What would I use then,” he smiled, releasing you.
“You probably have a backup one or something around here somewhere,” you laughed. You turned and walked past him, settling on the bed to put your shoes on.
“No, but that’s a good idea,” he smiled and leaned on the doorframe. You chuckled dryly and glanced at him, he temporarily had his LED removed for the case. You missed its glow and how, with it, you got a peak into his mind.
“What’s our eta for the event?”
“15 minutes and 38 seconds.”
“Should we be there early?”
“It would be preferable for both our safety and appearances.”
You sighed, “alright, let’s go then.” Out of habit, you made sure all the lights were off in the apartment and headed to the door.
Connor opened it and swept his arm across the space, “after you,” he bowed.
You rolled your eyes with a snort, “you’re too kind.”
You and Connor spent the ride there getting into character, well you did. Connor was already in character so it was more to help you. 
When the car began to roll into the front of the building you suddenly felt underprepared, “Nathan, I don’t know about this.”
He grabbed your hands and gave you the warmest, most reassuring smile. It was so perfect, it made you wonder if he was doing it for you or the sake of the case, “Keith, I can say this with 100 percent certainty: I know that you can do this. I’ve seen how you are and I know that this is well within your abilities.” For the case then
You pressed your lips together, stopping doubts from spilling out, and nodded. There was absolutely no way you could back out now and doing anything other than your best was a death sentence. He squeezed your hand and opened the door. You followed behind him, slipping out of your shadow into the lights shining of your facade.
You entered the building, it was more run down than you imagined it would be. Though it looked nice on the outside some of the windows were boarded up and there was rot eating away at the edges. Each time you met it was in a different place, never the same place twice in a month and never in the same sequence. Connor had tried to predict where the next met would be with algorithms and this came up in the top three. Of course, this was the first he got right, each prediction was more of a guess.
“Nice to see you again man!” Bugsy said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. Bugsy, aka William, was no more than 17. He grew up in one of the neighborhoods the meet-ups frequented so you felt like it was only a matter of time until he was roped in. Thankfully when this is all over he’d get a lesser charge, juvie at worse.
“Nice to see you Bugs!” you smiled, “man you’re getting taller aren’t you? At this rate, you’ll give me a run for my money.”
The boy rolled his eyes, “whatever man. Hey Nate!”
Connor smiled, seeming genuinely interested in the boy, “Hey! Hows it been?”
“Been alright, the same as always,” he shrugged.
“Don’t worry, it’ll get better,” he said, clapping the boy on the back.”
“Thanks, the big man told me to point ‘cha in this direction,” he gestured to a dimly lit hallway, “take a left at the bottom of the stairs.��
You leaned forward and raised your eyebrows, “Looks spooky…”
“Uh oh,” Bugsy smirked, “you’re not scared are ya?”
Of course you were, you thought they were going to jump out of the shadows and stab you or something. Instead, you rolled your eyes, “of course not.”
“Do ya want me to hold your hand and walk ya down?” he teased.
“Not a chance smart-ass,” you shoved him back a little and began toward the stairs.
“Hold his hand if you need to Nate!” he shouted after you.
“Will do!” Connor called back, grabbing your hand and lifting it into the air. You heard Bugsy laugh as you rounded the corner.
“Geez thanks for making me look bad Nathan!” you hissed, snatching your hand away.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckled, “you know you want to hold my hand.”
“I know that I don’t want to,” you muttered as you both walked down the stairs. You paused at the doorway and took a breath in. Connor opened the door and walked in first, you followed closely behind. In the center there was a long table, it was surrounded by smaller round tables. Place cards sat above empty chairs, it was like a scene out of an action movie. You hoped the rest of tonight was nothing like an action movie.
Most of the seats were already full when Connor found your place cards. You made small talk with some of the people around you. You could list each of their names, birthdays, addresses, and next of kin if you wanted to. You memorized that information as soon as Connor knew. It brought you comfort, knowing you could destroy any of their lives without a second thought. As the final person entered you made sure to keep your fidgeting hands under the table. Connor noticed and slipped his hand into yours. It caught you off guard and figured it must be because you were attracting attention, you squeezed his hand and made an effort to stop fidgeting.
“As you all know, Mr. Ambrosino will be joining us today,” the speaker, Clyde aka The Fox, was known as the second in command. During your time investigating, you realized he had a lot of sway over the decisions Ambrosino made, this was the main reason you thought his name suited him. A Fox may never be as strong as a bear, but given the chance to whisper in his ear, he may be more powerful. “We have some serious things to discuss.”
A door in the back opened and Ambrosino walked in. The Fox looked back at him and scurried to his seat, “I’m glad to see my best associates in one place,” the man said, nothing could’ve prepared you for the depth of his voice, “I have some bad news, we have a mole.” Everyone cast each other confused and accusing looks, you and Connor included. 
“I know, we don’t know what they look like but,” he placed a gun on the table, “I’m sure they’ll step forward.” You glanced around the table, trying to see if any of them slipped. There was no way in hell you’d willingly step forward, you’d be sentencing yourself and Connor to something worse than the American justice system could do to you. Ambrosino waved at the man standing by the door. The man opened it and three men entered. Two were muscle and the one in the middle was beaten badly. The one in the middle… Bugsy. You felt every muscle in your body tense but your face remained unchanging. Ambrosino gave up his chair and the two men shoved Bugsy into it. Connor’s hand grips yours, the only thing keeping you in your chair, “now I know it’s not this striking young man but we’ll need to make an example out of someone if the real mole doesn’t come out.”
You and Connor had this place surrounded by police and swat, realistically you knew there was no way for him to get out of this place but you couldn’t risk it. If he walks and finds out who you and Connor are, you and everyone else will never be safe. You clenched your fists and stayed in your seat. By now people were whispering around the table, telling each other their best guesses. You and Connor joined in, whispering false accusations, and looking at certain people.
“We know the mole is one of those deviant androids,” Ambrosino raised a hand, “so let's do a test.” One of the men left the chair and revealed his synthetic skin, he stood next to the person directly across from you and held out his arm. You didn’t fail to notice how he skipped the first two people on that side. Ways out of here began playing in your mind. You could fully reach the gun Ambrosino set on the table, but could you flip a table and hide behind it in time? There was also Bugsy, you couldn’t just leave him out in the open. Before you knew it the android was next to Connor, holding his hand out expectantly. Fuck
You slammed your hands on the table and stood, “it’s me alright? Just leave the boy out of this!” 
Ambrosino smirked, “glad to see you have some loyalty,” the man had Bugsy pulled off of the chair, “have a seat.” You followed his instructions, managing to keep your hands from shaking and your chin up. “Now you had a lot of potential for climbing ranks, one of the best sales as a newcomer,” he swung his fist across your face, you made sure not to flinch or raise a single hand, “what made you betray us?” His voice remained eerily calm.
The gun was still well within your reach but you waited for Connor’s signal before doing anything, “the pay was enough.”
“I will not tolerate any back talk from a filthy android,” he said sternly. He didn’t know you were playing a game but he was almost beating you at it.
“You’re asking the wrong questions old man. You should be asking, ‘Why would an Android join a Red Ice organisation?’” you rolled your eyes, earning you a hard punch to the gut.
“What did I say about back talk?” he almost yelled.
“I answered your question,” you coughed.
“I’ve almost had enough of you!”
“What, is there more you wanna know?” you smirked, “of course, The Ambrosino wouldn’t let a mole off with a simple beating after a couple of questions-” 
Before you knew it he had a handful of your hair and a knife pressed to your throat, “I know you’re game, and I wont sit here and be talked down to by a pathetic android!” he spat, smililing wickedly. You watched his smile fade as the knife slid through a couple layers of skin. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Connor wink. That was the sign. You pushed the man off of you and grabbed the gun. 
As he turned face to face with the barrel you smiled, “clumsy old man.” You kept the gun trained on him and pulled Bugsy off the ground. Ambrosino was red with anger as you stood still. Some of the guests were still siting in their chairs with shocked expressions, the others were standing and reaching for their guns. “Flip the table and get behind it,” you whispered to Bugsy. He did so with little effort as you squeezed the trigger. The hammer clicked but nothing happened.
“You think I’m clumsy?” He asked as you threw the gun, “You must be stupid or something.” The Fox stood and reached behind him. You cursed and grabbed the gun you hid in your waistband. Loaded with ten bullets and an extra magazine in your back pocket. 
“One,” you whispered, shooting the fox in his arm, “two.” Ambrosino received the second in his thigh. You and Connor had disscussed in detail where to shoot if it ever came to it. Suddenly the whole place erupted in gunshots, not all aimed at you. One struck your right shoulder as you dived behind the table with Bugsy, “you okay kid?” He nodded quickly, hands pressed over his ears. 
The room was almost too chaotic for you to understand what was going on. There was yelling and banging when you realized the police were swarming the area. You didn’t move from your spot next to Bugsy, you didn’t need to get shot again.
“Kieth?” Connor called, looking around the table. A bullet must’ve grazed his arm because there was blue blood staining the fabric around the wound. He helped you up then Bugsy.
“Are you alright Nathan?”
He nodded, “you?”
“Yeah,” you held your shoulder, “Just a scratch really.” You noticed Bugsy being talked to by an officer, “Hey this one’s good, he was just on watch.” The officer nodded and Bugsy advoided your eyes with a scowl. He felt more betrayed than the rest of the people because you had gotten so close to him. Connor had warned you of it but you ignored him, you had only wanted the best for the boy.
The rest of the night was a blur of red and blue lights, a trip to and from the hospital, and awkward silence between you and Connor. He had dropped you off at your apartment without a word and drove off. You couldn’t dwell on it, you were too stressed from the night’s events and needed rest. Without changing you lied in your bed as closed your eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
“y/n,” Connor called from the entrance to your apartment. You groaned, and rolled over in bed. “Y/n, are you alright?” The door creaked open and you heard the bolt slide home. You slowly sat up in bed, flinching as your shoulder screamed in pain.
“Connor?” you groaned. Following the sound of your voice he walked into your room. He was wearing sweatpants and a form fitting t-shirt. 
He knelt beside your bed, “You opened a stitch, we’ll need to fix that.”
“Why?” you scoffed, holding your shoulder, “it’s not like we’re still on the case.” You slid off your bed and walked into the bathroom.
“What do you mean by that?” Although his voice didn’t waver there was anger in it
“I mean now that we’re not pretending to be an item,” you began, slowly taking off your suit jacket, “you don’t need to pretend to care about me.”
He paused at the doorway and watched you unbutton your white shirt, “I do care about you.”
Easing the shirt off your arm you scoffed, “yeah sure.” Once the bloody button up was off of you, you looked in the mirror at the bandage. Your eyes trailed from your shoulder, up your neck, into your eyes, and finally settling on the android in the doorway. You dropped your head, surpressing the urge to cry.
“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked softly, stepping closer to you. You shook your head. You didn’t trust your voice to be steady. “I care for you- I like you, a lot…” 
You turned around suddenly, “you- like me?”
His newly returned LED flickered yellow, “yes, since before the case.”
“I thought-” you ran a hand trough your hair, “well I didn’t know what I thought.”
“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His voice was shaky in the scared way he anticipated your answer.
“Of course!” you laughed breathlessly, “yes, I like you a lot.” He beamed at your words, taking big steps forward until you were almost touching.
 He lifted his arms like he wanted to hug you, but stopped himself, “is your arm okay enough for me to hug you?” He knew the answer medically, but he wanted you to decide if you could handle it. You nodded and lifted your left arm, welcoming Connor. He gently wrapped his arms around you and held you close.
“I thought you noticed how much I loved your hugs,” you murmured into his chest.
He laughed, “of course I noticed, why do you think I hugged you so often?” You narrowed your eyes at him as you pulled back from the hug. Your saractic reply was cut short by the throbing pain in your arm. “Let’s get that fixed up really quick.”
“Yeah,” you turned around and got the first aid kit from under the sink.
“I’ll do it for you,” he offered.
“No, I can do it.”
“I know you can I can just do it without it causing too much pain.” He took the kit from you and led you to the toilet. He was right about the less pain part, but maybe that was because you were distracted by the way his face looked when he was concentraited on stitching you up. You didn’t think he’d need to make a face but there he was, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed. 
He pulled back and smiled when he was done. You carefully helped him clean up before he left.
“Wait,” you said, just before he shut the door.
“Yeah?” 
“I haven’t thanked you properly,”
“Thanked me for stitching your arm? Well it’s no problem-”
With your left arm wrapped around his neck you pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know it was no problem but I’m still thankful.” His LED was spinning yellow as he stared at you. You smirked and began to push him out of the doorway, “don’t keep Hank waiting!”
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I saw your bingo post. Please one bed trope with Connor is all that I need today!!!
A/n: I was hoping this one would get requested! I love it and I hope you enjoy <3 Updated bingo at the end!!!!! Original car here!!
Summary: You and Connor were assigned on a case that required you to leave town. Upon arrival at the hotel your department booked you realized there was only one bed…
Warnings: gets kinda steamy here and there but nothing explicit
1.1k Words
You opened the door to your hotel, the station had provided it for this case, and began to look around. You set your duffel bag on the counter and pushed open the door to the bathroom. There was nothing inherently special about the room but you were excited to begin this case.
“Wow,” you sighed, “it’s kinda cool here.”
The android hummed, “did you review the case? We’ll be starting in the morning.”
“Yup!” you said, running your hand over the dresser, “I did it on the ride here.” You glanced at the bed. It sat almost perfectly in the middle of the room, the edges of its pristine sheets tucked in. “Oh”
Connor sat at the desk, “is there something wrong y/n?”
“Yeah, there’s only one bed,” you pointed.
“That shouldn't be a problem, I don’t need to sleep like that,” he shrugged.
You pressed your lips together, “isn’t it more comfortable laying down though?”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You stared at him for a moment, “alright… I’m going to take a shower real quick.”
“Okay, I’ll review the case one more time before going into ‘rest’ mode.” You nodded and grabbed your bag, hurrying into the bathroom. 
You took your shower quick and dried your hair. You stepped into the main room and saw Connor still sitting on the car. His eyes were closed and his LED was spinning blue. You hesitantly took a few steps closer and knelt next to him. He sat with perfect posture in the chair with his hands place in his lap. You tilted your head to the side and continued to observe him, each feature putting you into a trance. If you squinted you realized you could barely see the seams that ran along his body.
“Y/n?” you jumped onto your feet and looked at him squarely. You had been so distracted that you didn’t realize he opened his eyes, “is everything alright?”
“Yeah- yup!” you cleared your throat, placing a hand on your chest, “I- um, I’m going to sleep. G’night.” You began to walk to the bed.
He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused, “Uh, goodnight.” You tugged the top of the blankets free and scrambled under them, eager to get out of his sight. You could feel your heat beating out of your chest and was sure Connor could see it too.
You silently lay there as your heart rate slowed down, and your breathing, and your mind. You didn’t realize you fell asleep until you shot straight up in bed. You were gasping as your eyes darted around the room, not yet used to the darkness. 
Your eyes landed on a familiar light shining from the desk, “are you alright? You seem to have had a nightmare.” You didn’t say anything, you only continued looking at him. Although it was more like for him, you could see the vague shape he was making but nothing else. “Y/n?” he asked, slowly walking towards you.
“I’m okay,” you muttered, sleep still heavy in your voice, “it was just a stupid dream.”
“Will you be able to get some more rest?”
“Probably not,” you groaned.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you shot him a confused look, “sometimes humans require comfort inorder to go back to sleep.”
“Oh no- you don’t have to,” you stammered, shaking your head.
“Staying up before a busy day will have negative affects on your health and on your ability to complete assignments.”
“I’ll be fine, I don't need you to help.”
“I would like to if that’s okay with you.” He smiled, artificial muscles flexing as he expertly tilted his head to the side. 
“Are you sure?” you asked, he nodded eagerly, “that’s fine i guess.” You tried to sound annoyed and reluctant although you were sure he could see through it. His LED flashed yellow as you slid to the other side of the bed. He began to climb in with you before you stopped him, “uh uh! First off you need to take off your shoes,” you pointed. You continues as he pulled them off, “next, you need to take off your outer jacket.”
He looked at you out of the corner of his eye and smirked, “oh?”
“Not like that,” you felt your face flush and swatted at him, “we just don’t need you overheating or anything…”
“You seem to be overheating,” he teased, pulling his jacket off and setting it on the night stand. He leaned forward and rested his cool hands on your cheeks, “but it’s not like you’re wearing much…”
You placed your hands on his wrists, “it’s these blankets-”
“Your hands are cold, you can’t fool me,” he laughed, quietly, almost to himself.
“I thought you wanted me to go back to sleep,” you muttered, “you’re only keeping me up.” He cast you a lopsided frown, sticking his bottom lip out.
“Fine, I guess I’m done for now,” he released your face and stepped off the bed. 
“Good,” you watched as he adjusted his shoes so that they were neatly next to the bed. Once he finished he climbed under the covers.
There was a lot of shuffling before both of you had found a comfortable position facing each other, “is there anything else that would bring you comfort?”
Honestly, you couldn’t even remember the nightmare, “no, this is alright.”
“Okay.” He watched as you fell asleep and waited a few hours before moving as he didn’t want to wake you. He shifted so that he was resting on his back. It was easier to go into rest mode without having to worry about balancing. He glanced at you one more time before allowing himself some more rest.
You woke up slowly, Connor made sure not to startle you awake, “y/n it’s time for you to wake up.” You groaned and stretched. Just as you were about to complain about five more minutes you realized you were on top of him. You quickly lifted yourself up so that you were hovering over him.
“Um, sorry about that,” you awkwardly laughed, moving to get away from him.
He held your waist, keeping you close, “it’s fine, I did offer to help you get rest last night.” You watched as his eyes flickered to your lips. His LED spun yellow.
“Do you wish we didn’t get any?” you teased breathlessly.
It flashed red as his eyes met yours, “kinda,” he huffed.
You leaned forward until your lips were right next to his ear, “well that just sucks doesn’t it?” you whispered. You rolled off him and began picking out your clothes for the day, “You should get ready too, although I love the look, I don’t think the others would appreciate seeing you with bed head.”
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Update!
Hello!! So if it seems like I’m ignoring asks, I’m not! I got a new job so I work nights like 3 times a week (thurs-sat) so I won’t be able to post 100% til Monday :)
Also (someone put this in their ask) for the bingo there is not limit, like you can put multiple tropes in one ask, however I don’t want people to “miss out” on asking for one so I’ll choose one that’s included to cross off. You can still ask for it if you choose another one with it.
Idk if that made sense but yeah, see y’all Monday with the first bingo one!
Also, also, also,
I was thinking of making a new account so this could be my main (it a “secondary blog”) because I didn’t know what that meant when I made it. I thought it was like making a second blog… so I can’t reply without exposing my main. I’ll think ab some more and let y’all know.
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