Hello!! Could you please do the touch starved bingo with Connor? the reader lets loose at a get-together for the police/investigation team and lingers around Connor with subtle but noticeable touches in hopes they’ll be returned? Thank you! <3
A/n: lots of requests for reader flirting with Connor lol next time big boy’s gonna make the first move I promise
Summary: You find Connor, your long time crush, sitting at the bar during a party and decide to keep him company
Warnings: none :>
~450 Words
Connor was never one for these kind of things. Hank had convinced him to come, claiming it would be fun, but Connor was convinced it was because he wanted a designated driver. He sat on a stool away from the crowd, analyzing the way everyone interacted with each other.Though the war woth deviants concluded peacefully, he noticed there were still times his presence made people uncomfortable.
Interrupting his thoughts, you slid up to him and smiled, “not one for parties huh?”
He returned your smile, “yeah, not really.”
“Yeah I get that, sometimes they really drag on,” you leaned in like you were sharing a secret, “I think this one has gotten to that point.”
His brows furrowed, “I thought you were having fun.”
You brushed the hair by his temple back, fingers grazing over his LED, and watched it flicker yellow, “be careful, I don’t want you breaking anything.” You smirked as his eyes flickered around your face. “I was for a while but all this interaction is tiring.”
You dropped your hand and ordered a drink, watching him shift out of the corner of your eye. You tried to hide your smile in your drink as you took a sip. As silence filled the space between you, you felt your fingers twitch, needing an excuse to touch him. Tapping the glass of your drink with your left hand, you shifted your attention back to him, “So what are you doing here?”
“Hank asked me to come, he thought it’d be fun.” His breath hitched as you began running your fingers down the sleeve of his jacket.
You chuckled, “Do you always do what Hank asks you to?” As your fingers got closer to his wrist his fingers involuntary twitched into a fist. He shook his head. You hummed as you began to gently open his hand, turning it so it was laying palm up. “So you came because He thought you would have fun- but you’re sitting here all by yourself.”
His LED flickered red as you traced shapes into his palm, occasionally running your fingers along his. He cleared his throat, “I knew you’d be here.”
“You came for me?” you asked, beginning to withdrawal your hand. He quickly grabbed it, his skin missing yours. Smiling, you asked, “Why?”
“I think you already know the answer,” he said, leaning closer to you.
“Pretend I don’t have a clue,” you chuckled, copying his movements with a smirk on your lips.
You found his eyes boring into you with an intensity you hadn’t expected. “Because I like being around you, I like you.”
You tilted your head, “oh, maybe I had a little hunch then.” He smiled, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and suddenly his lips were on yours.
He pulled back, both of your faces bright and giddy, “then what took us so long?”
may i ask for a sequel where bolin meets reader's whole family- and reader's mom is absolutely terrifying and opposite of bumi? headcanons would be fine ♥️
A/n: Omg this is two years late haha. I'm going through my old asks before opening again for a new fandom so we're getting through a bunch of old requests. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
Warnings none
words: ~250
Much to Bolin's surprise, your mother is much different than your father
You introduced them one night before dinner
She looked over him once, nodded, and then put him to work
He wandered behind her, shooting you a confused look
You laughed and joined them in the kitchen
She watched silently as he fumbled with the supplies
Looking at him with an unreadable expression
Anxiously, you started to help him, showing him how to cut vegetables and stuff
As you helped him with the sides, your mom began working on the main dish
Once all the food was done, you and Bolin raced to set up the table
Out of earshot from your mother, you noticed he looked sad and nervous
“You okay?” you asked
“I think I blew it,” he muttered, “I bet she thinks I’m not good enough for you…”
“She would never think that just because you didn’t know how to cut vegetables,” you said, resting your hand on his arm with a smile
He smiled half-heartedly back at you and went back to the kitchen
Dinner went by smoothly
(this is the same one he met your dad)
And afterward Bolin and Bumi went to wash dishes while you and your mom sat on the couch and listened to the radio
“So… what do you think about him?”
She smiled, “he seems like a good person. Does he make you happy?”
You looked back at him and your dad as they laughed over a shrinking pile of dishes
A/n: Just world-building n such initially I was torn between a nonbending reader or an earthbending one, but I think this will work better overall. I’m giving the reader typical earthbending traits like green eyes and dark hair btw. Hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <<3
Summary: You stray from your typical day-to-day schedule in hopes of finding inspiration.
Warnings: none
1.5k words
You stretched your arms above your head, sunlight dancing on the floors in your room. You sighed, pulled your blankets off, and began to get ready for the day. Your day usually follows a schedule: get up, dress, eat in the dining hall, meditate, and then tend to the greenhouse. Once you put on your robes, you went down to eat, greeting the acolytes on your way. You sat in your usual spot, near the balcony and started to eat. You loved sitting as close to the outside as possible, there was something liberating about it, you didn’t know what.
Your siblings bound into the room, loud and boisterous, and settled next to you.
“Good morning!” they chanted.
You smirked, “it is.” That was your usual response, you loved the dance that was what every conversation would be.
“You doing the usual today?” Jinora asked, they all had your schedule figured out.
You shrugged, “you know it.”
“You don't want to shake things up?” Ikki asked, pressing her palms into the table and leaning towards you, “shouldn’t you have a boyfriend or something by now?”
“Oh no,” you laughed, “What would dad say about that?”
“He’d probably be relieved that you finally got friends other than us!” Meelo said, “He’s always saying stuff like that.”
“What? No, he's not Meelo!” Ikki said. You felt a pressure settle on your chest. You’ve grown accustomed to it, it was technically always there but you felt it get heavier every time someone’s expectations of you were mentioned.
You said nothing and continued to eat while Ikko and Meelo were arguing. The conversation resumes its dance, you smiling while finishing your food.
“Have you guys been learning cool stuff in your airbending training?” you asked, waiting for them to finish their food.
“Not really,” “No,” Ikki and Meelo groaned simultaneously.
Jinora scoffed, “They only want to fight and break stuff.”
“Well, that's the cool stuff,” Meelo sighed, dramatically.
You chuckled, “Well, air nomads are known to be peaceful, there’d be no reason to fight.”
“Grandpa Aang fought,” Ikki added, perking up.
“He doesn’t count, he was the Avatar,” you said waving your hand.
“Dad can fight,” Meelo said.
“How do you know? Have you seen him?” you asked.
“No, but I know he can!” Meelo shouted. You smiled and hummed, you knew he could too, it was just fun getting under their skin sometimes.
“Are you all done?” you asked your siblings at the table. You got variations of yes as you picked up their trays. You got up and went to wash them. Once you finished, you went to the mediation pavilion to meditate. Usually, your mind rarely strayed but now you couldn’t stop thinking about what Ikki said, you kept to that same thing every day and in all your 16 years you haven’t done anything particularly notable. You thought about things you wanted to do and to say the list was short would be an understatement. And the more you thought about it, the sadder it became to you. You reeled your mind back in, trying to return to your peaceful mindset for a moment.
Slowly your mind drifted back to the topic, you began to think of things that could inspire you. Of course, going to the city was one of the only things your mind went to. But you couldn’t, when would you? The ferry only comes between dawn and dusk. Though surely Dad wouldn’t notice, or mind for that matter. Before you could continue thinking about this you stood up and decided to go for a walk.
You wandered the grounds, actively avoiding the Airbending area where you knew your father and siblings would be. You found yourself headed toward where your mother should be, and though you were nervous you didn’t stop moving. You knew Pema and Tenzin weren’t your parents but ever since they took you in, they treated you like their own. You weren’t sure your siblings were outright told but you figured they knew.
You took a deep breath and went to find her. You slid the door open and she was kneeling on the floor, breathing deep in meditation. You slid your shoes off, a habit you couldn’t recall but couldn’t shake.
The door clicked shut behind you, she opened her eyes and smiled, “Going off script today?”
You returned her smile, “Yeah, something Ikki said got me thinking.”
“Are you taking notes from a troublemaker?” she smirked, raising her brow and chuckling.
You sighed with a smile, “You make what I’m about to say sound like a bad idea.” She tilted her head and waited. “I was thinking about how I always follow this schedule and how I haven’t really gone out and done anything. And because of all that I don't have anything I want to do. And that just scares me a bit.” You looked down at your hands in the pause of your rambling, “So what the point of that was, I’m wondering if sometime I could go out and explore the city?”
You slowly lifted your eyes to hers, keeping your chin down, and you were met with a smile, “Of course, I think you should go out and find something that drives you. And if you think the city is where you can go find that then you should go. But this is something we should talk about with Tenzin, though I see no reason for him to think you shouldn’t go.”
You smile and fall to your knees to wrap your arms around your mom, “thanks! I’ll talk to him in a bit!” You released her and left, sliding your shoes back on, and closing the door behind you. You eagerly walked outside, pausing to think of the best time to ask him, settling on waiting until he was done training the others. You resumed your schedule, heading toward the greenhouse.
The greenhouse was one of your favorite places to be, the radio was set on low and people talked in hushed tones as they worked. Sometimes if you were there after sunset, you could hear pro-bending matches go on. Unfortunately, you made this discovery recently and haven’t found more time to listen. You quickly did your work, anxious to ask your dad the question. In your haste, you bumped into one of your friends, knocking the empty pot he was holding onto the floor.
“Woah,” he said, stumbling.
You caught him by his arm, steadying him, “Sorry, I was in a rush.” Both of you knelt to pick up the pottery shards.
“It’s alright,” he said smiling. Saamol was about your age, with a round face and dark brown hair that stuck out at odd angles. Both of you worked in the greenhouse at the same time. “It must be important if you’re not paying attention.”
“It is,” you smiled, sticking your hand out, “I can take these to be fixed.”
He shrugged and handed you the pieces, “what is it?”
You stood and smirked down at him, “Well I can't jinx it, can I?” He sighed, smiling, and stood up. “Sorry again, I have to go though, bye.” You waved and left, stuffing the shards in a pouch you carried for this exact reason.
You got to the airbending arena just as Tenzin was letting your siblings go. Meelo and Ikki ran up to you, telling you exaggerated versions of what they learned, while Jinora hung back to talk to your dad. Before your mind could dwell on it, you smiled and focused on your siblings.
“Did Dad finally teach you some fighting moves?”
“No, but we spent more time in the bamboo gates! We had a competition to see who could be in the longest.” Meelo said, waving toward the gates.
“And if he hadn’t been cheating I would’ve won!” Ikki pouted.
“There were no rules! Only winning and losing!” your brother cheered running off, Ikki chasing after to scold him.
You shook your head with a smile and turned to Jinora and your Dad who were walking toward you, “I’m guessing you won?”
Jinora smiled, “No, his ‘cheating’ unfortunately affected me.” You smiled after her as she followed her siblings, leaving just you and your dad.
“Did you have a nice day?” he asked, walking with you toward the dining hall.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “same as usual. Did you?” He smiled and nodded. You stopped walking and faced him, “I was thinking, you know, I’ve never really been to the city and I was thinking it would be an interesting place to visit and explore…” He raised his brow at you, “I heard they have good food there too! I was just wondering if I would be able to go some time.”
He sighed and shook his head, “You should know by now, that that place is full of distractions and dangerous people. Your time is better spent honing your skills here, instead of finding negative influences there.”
You frowned sagging your shoulders, “but air nomads are supposed to be travelers! Learning from different cultures to have a better understanding of others!”
“The city is not a good place to learn from,” he said with an even tone, “the city has more bad than good to offer.”
You felt your heart begin to race from the injustice of it. The way he spoke like his words were fact, “but-”
“No buts! You can’t go to the city and that's final!”
A/n: Ik I’ve been gone a while, almost a year at this point- anyway this time I will make no promises about posting but thank yall for the continued support <3 Someone said I should continue the Bolin x reader fic so I’m redoing it with a bit of a twist :> enjoy!!
Summary: The first memory you can remember.
Warnings: none
~200 words
You sat with your knees to your chest, certain it had been five days since he said he would be right back. It was getting harder to keep your hopes up. You had run out of food yesterday but thankfully there was still enough water left to last until he returned. You jumped as the door swung open. Smiling you began to stand, ready to greet your father, when a symphony of voices pushed its way into your room. You ducked back down, just as your door creaked open.
“This is probably a trap,” a deep voice muttered.
“No did you hear how he sounded?” an older woman said, “he was honest… and desperate.” you wondered what was happening, did he send these people to get you?
You peeked around the dresser you were hiding behind, making eye contact with a man dressed in hues of yellow and red. You kept your eyes locked on his as he slowly walked towards you. He softly said your name, but you didn't react, he asked if that was your name and knelt so he was on your level. You nodded, barely understanding the question. You’d never seen someone with such odd eyes before. He looked up at the older woman, your eyes following his gaze. Blue eyes focused on yours, hers weren't as interesting, you’ve seen those eyes a million times. You glanced around at the others standing behind the woman.
The woman smiled, “Hello I’m Katara, your father sent us to come and find you.” Your eyes flickered back to the man. Katara nudged him and you watched his face get red.
“I’m Tenzin,” he said with a tight-lipped smile, “do you want to come with us?”
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
Words 575
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.
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~”
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!!
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.”
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.
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)
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.
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?”
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.
