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[jitter-bug]

Halloween is just around the corner!

Now I know we are in some trying times right now. But I want to come back and give good to people.

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[randomfandomimagine]

Hi lovely! I hope you're having a nice day ❤️ I was wondering if you could write prom 33 "I shouldn't be in love with you" with Connor from Detroit become human? But feel free to ignore this request if you don't like the idea :)

Hi, sweetie!! This was great, thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy your prompt 💕

Connor x Gender Neutral Reader

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The pitter-patter outside was briefly muffled by the sound of knocking on the door. Surprised to receive any visits, I stood up and went to open the door. I would have never imagined who it could be, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight.

There stood Connor, and although I was excited by his visit, it also brought a knot to my stomach when the concern that something bad might have happened settled. It could have been the fact that he was soaking wet because of the rain, but he looked slightly defeated and sad.

“C-Connor” I cleared my throat when my shaky voice betrayed my nerves. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He stood there for a bit, gawking at me as though I was the one paying him a sudden and unexpected visit. After a moment, he bowed his head down and nodded. Without me saying anything, he glanced up and locked gazes with me once more.

“I needed to talk to you, Y/N” There was a pronounced frown on his brow. “I hope I’m not bothering you”

“No, not at all” I tried to smile at him, even if his mere presence was flustering me. After all we had lived together, my feelings for him were starting to surface no matter how hard I tried to repress them. “Please come in”

Stepping to the side, I gave him so space to walk inside. With a polite ‘thank you’, Connor stepped in. He refused to make eye contact again.

“Uh... What is that you wanted to talk to me about?” 

“I... Well, I came here to tell you...” 

“Yes?”

“I... I have feelings for you, Y/N”

It was now my turn to gawk at him as my brain tried to process what he had just said. Connor stood there, shrinking over himself and appearing incredibly vulnerable. It made me want to hug him, but when he winced and shook his head I knew he didn’t say it as a happy confession.

“I shouldn’t be in love with you” Connor continued in a sudden frenzy, speaking quickly. “I shouldn’t be in love, I shouldn’t be feeling anything, and if someone were to find out...”

“Connor” I tenderly took his face into my hands to stop his panic. “I know humans can be selfish and cruel, but there’s nothing wrong with having humanity”

He hesitated, still frowning as he watched me. His mouth opened, though no words left it in his astonished and confused state to my quick acceptance.

“You are still free to make your own choices and not act on your feelings, I will not blame you for it” I knew he was scared, and I was a little bit myself, so the last thing I wanted to do was pressure him. His turmoil was great enough already as he debated himself with deviancy. “You are free to do as you like, it’s part of what being human means”

Connor’s eyes grew bright with unshed tears as he stared at me. He finally relaxed under my touch and the corner of his lips even curled up slightly.

“May I kiss you then?” Was his response, which took me by surprise. My heart started racing as I let go of him.

I wanted to say yes, I was dying to, but the word got caught in my throat. Dissapointed by my hesitance, the small smile left his lips. Realizing he had misunderstood my reaction, I rushed to vehemently nod my head. The smile returned to its rightful place.

That way, Connor was now the one to place his hands on my face as he brought us closer. He was still soaking wet and somehow the kiss was still warm and calm. It was clumsy and unsure, but tender and sweet nonetheless.

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[deviationdivine]

Safe Harbor (Connor|Request!)

TLDR: Connor remains your constant harbor even through the harshest of storms…

TW: HEAVY SUBJECT MATTER (DEPRESSION)

Word Count: 2,602

A/N: Hi anon! I’m happy to get a request from you but for something like this I had to tweak it just a bit since I’m not too comfortable with knives and the idea of self harm. Also I don’t want to be too triggering for readers that stumble across my blog. I hope you understand and this request comes out at least in some way that you were looking for. For anyone facing anything similar just remember that you are loved and worth it no matter what. You are important. This includes you anon and anyone else apart of my followers/readers. Just know I love and appreciate every one of you.

Deviancy is an all new learning experience and Connor has been absorbing every second of it since opening his eyes. Emotions, sensations that fill him with pleasant blooming center of his chest, understanding humanity more so than conceptual analytics in a program. He is gaining so much from this on his own path but there is one that opens his eyes beyond being alive.

You.

That is why the thought of you hurting in any way will undoubtedly shatter his soul if androids do possess such a thing. One time you even said as much calling him a living being, a man that you hold close in heart. So many times you have assured him he belongs. Now, he cannot help but notice the little changes.

At first it is barely conscious in his brain. Attentive to all things around him by nature of his programming when it comes to you he is blind. It is not in a negative light. Contrarily it is a simple blindness to love. Falling completely into this human concept means he still needs to learn. Many things have grown since then but this is something he is not readily prepared for.

This day seems particularly heavy. 

Awaking from stasis in his usual perch beside your sleeping form it becomes clear you do not wish to partake in any of his morning snuggles. He assumes you’re asleep still. Until taking a vital scan, reading the sharp spike of heart rate that accompanies a subtle inward balling of your body. 

Connor is not accustomed to what Hank deems “the cold shoulder” but he ignores the lieutenant’s choice of description. Leaving you be despite his growing stress levels, the android dresses without disturbing the quiet of bedroom. 

Attending to the tie around his collar one of many identical sets he keeps for work the android expects you to be up. Usually you are by the time he finishes getting ready for the DPD. Lately you have been pushing back your time, seemingly losing track of how much is required in the mornings. A few days ago you were even late to your job. 

He asked you if something was wrong before. You merely brushed his question aside explaining you were under the weather. That is enough to stop a personal interrogation and take care of whatever you need. Despite this Connor cannot stop a swath of probabilities popping into the equation. Are you sick? Perhaps he should schedule an appointment with a doctor. Humans can become extremely ill if left untreated. Suddenly the thought heats up his system, tossing out stress warnings. 

The detective appears out from bathroom. Eyeing your curled form still residing beneath covers does nothing to curb his anxiety levels. “Y/N?” he speaks softly, sitting beside where you continue to lie. His hand rests atop your shoulder gentle. “Are you all right, Love?”

“Connor, please.” Twisting under covers unravels your body and flings you to your back. “I’m fine. I’m just...tired.” 

Connor leans forward to place lips atop forehead. Reading data from the soft kiss shows no signs of fever. However there is something dull in your voice. It does not sound remotely like the bright, lively spark  he has so grown to cherish. He frowns at the ache in his chest taking over. It is unpleasant to say the least. Emotions are fickle but he understands more now than ever. Sometimes even the most advanced of androids has no proper conclusion. 

“Do you require anything?” he asks carefully. “I am equipped with the most accessible features as you know.” A joke he finds acceptable after practice. Typically you will laugh at some of his more colorful misconceptions or confusion. It is the forever android part of him but there is nothing from your lips. “Y/N?”

“I’m not feeling good!” Biting at him should stop the questions. He needs to leave. “Connor, I-I just want to sleep. I haven’t been sleeping right. Going to work isn’t something I can do today.”

“Forgive me. I did not mean to be unpleasant. I am only worried about your current state of...”

“Just go, Connor.” Pleading with him so you can be alone it already hurts to speak this way. Making him go is the complete opposite of what you want but you will not be the reason to keep him here. “Please,” insisting in a desperate breath is a final resort. 

“I-” Connor pauses to assess the current situation. Stress is apparent in the scan of you but he is unable to force anything. If you do not wish to do something he will respect your space. “Love, if you are sure. It will not hurt for me to take a vacation day.”

Vacation day. He doesn’t take those unless it’s something... Oh. Wait, he-he took one on your anniversary. The thought makes you press face further into pillow. Everything feels wrong because it’s been building up these last few months. You’re too afraid to tell him the truth. He’s still dealing with his emotions. This isn’t fair to him. You’re not worth worrying over. 

“I want you to go into work,” making it clear, you keep your face away. Not seeing Connor is better like this. “You’ll be late as it is.” 

While he disagrees with this the android rises to feet. Leaving you alone is not something he feels comfortable doing because you are sad. It is not a normal type of melancholy. “Y/N, if you need anything please call. I will drop whatever I am doing. I promise.” 

Of course he does. That’s just him. It doesn’t really garner a response however. You’re certain he’s defeated. Listening to his barely audible movement draws a peek from beneath a fluffy mound of balled blankets to watch him. 

“I love you,” the android proclaims deeply. He eyes the stillness of you unable to properly see your expression. Perhaps you have fallen asleep again or you do not wish to speak any further. 

Only when he leaves the room do you finally start stirring. Rising up with dark circles, messy hair and exhausted features paints a grim picture. Sleeping is so difficult. Why can’t you just drop a head and get enough hours? Instead of mulling on sleep the nervy churn in stomach forces you out of bed. Waiting only for Connor to leave apartment seems cruel. Letting him see the real cracks form around you isn’t something you can handle. 

Slipping from room reveals an empty living space. No sign of your android boyfriend and it’s what you want. Of course it is. Dealing alone is the only way to fix this going on in your head. If only it were that easy. 

Moving sluggishly towards kitchen you already reach to run tap. Filling a glass and draining water down a dry throat doesn’t have the needed effect. You still feel wrong. Do something. Do something to ignore it. Dishes. There are a few left. Last night Connor cooked despite pleas to the contrary but it didn’t stop him. For he will do anything but –

More and more you wonder what Connor will do if you’re not here. Slowly but surely eating away it comes from somewhere unknown. How can you know when nothing is simple? 

This happened before. When you were younger it took over your life. So long things went well. Why now? Why when-? 

Dropping the dish in a clattering bang leaves pieces of porcelain skewed in a shatter. First time it really wakes you that sound and your breathing becomes harsh. Almost as if your throat is closing up, chest hurting but it’s not right. None of this can be right. 

“More red ice assholes? Can’t you give me something else to work with?!” 

The irritation on current case files passes over the android’s head as he sits at desk unable to find focus. Analyzing findings and recording them onto computer is an immediate task. However he finds it difficult to concentrate. That is not at all like him. Considering all of his programming skills this makes him vulnerable to stress. Deviancy has brought many things to him but there can also be negative connotations.

Hank grumbles across from his partner’s neat work space. The lieutenant’s looks as opposite as it can get. That’s not what’s got his attention. “Hey, Connor. What’s your problem today?”

Connor’s head rose sharply. “Sorry, Lieutenant. Were you speaking to me?”

“Do you see any other pain in the asses around?” 

The android answers with a small shake of the head. 

Hank leans back in his chair. Giving this kid a good once over he doesn’t like what he’s seeing. “Something you wanna tell me? Or are you going to act weird all day?”

“I have not been acting ‘weird’ as you put it, Lieutenant.” Defending current state of mind will not answer questions he longs to ask you. He never should have left. He should have defied your wishes if only to hold you close, to promise whatever is starting to push you from him it will not change what he feels. Perhaps he is overreacting. In his humanity he may be a bit overzealous in this thinking. 

Connor’s frown before leaving your shared apartment returns. He feels hollow where his synthetic heart beats. “It is Y/N. I-”

Explaining to the seasoned detective cuts short, reaching into pocket for cell phone buzzing loudly. His eyes lock on screen prompting a hurried answer. “Y/N?”

“Connor. Please, come home.”

A flood of red burns the android’s temple. Listening to sniffles, straining voice, you have been crying. “I will come home. I promise. Y/N, are you safe? Please, tell me if...” 

Hank watches his partner spring up from chair. Seemingly having the call cut out on him and it’s starting to come together. “Go on,” the lieutenant ushers him to move it. “I’ll handle Fowler.” 

Connor nods. “Thank you, Hank.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Waving that off is a sign he doesn’t want to hear it but Hank still drudges up a small smile. Sounds like Connor’s gonna need it before he goes.

“Y/N?!” 

Calling for you after entering front door reveals his current panic, a blaze of scarlet flickering uncontrollably in a painful surge of distress. 

There is zero sign of you here. He moves down hall towards bedroom as it is the only other logical place. Everything in your voice before ending the call abruptly fills him with what he believes to be dread; strange how real these feelings can be in him now. 

Connor finds you with some relief. You are still here. One probability of needing to look outside apartment did flicker in his mind on the way. Thankfully that is not the case. It is where you sat on floor back to wall, arms folding over knees to enclose body in a ball that shatters any good outcome. 

Your eyes lock on his quick movement and before you manage to unwind he is already there. Connecting hands with yours and drawing tears that don’t fall. It’s knowing how quick he is to get to you. Knowing that you are putting him through something he doesn’t deserve. 

“Connor, I-I’m sorry,” you apologize profusely. “I know you must think...”

“I thought something hurt you.” He interrupts quietly, drawing you close into his arms. 

The warm loving embrace only makes you sob finally letting it all out in a tidal wave and he remains offering himself as a dam to hold you together. “Connor,” choking out his name reveals guilt and regret in your behavior towards him these past weeks. All he wants to do is love you the way you crave. This is ruining everything. 

“Please, Y/N. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

Everything in his voice hurts because you’re the cause of him feeling that way. It’s never something you want. How can you put this amazing boy in such turmoil?

Stress scares you because despite whatever is going on with you personally right now seeing him in pain only strains this further. Honestly, you have no idea. It’s just something that happens at certain points in your life. Even when things seem to be going so well and they are. They should be. Yet, it’s sitting back of the mind almost similarly to when Connor had that master program in his head.

This is entirely different. Of course there’s no comparing but-

“I-I don’t know,” the honesty is upsetting. Why isn’t it an easy answer? “Connor, I don’t know.”

Tears meet the tender brush of his fingers. Taking immediate action to wipe them away he will not let this happen. He will never allow anything to hurt you but when it is not a physical danger what is he to do? In a way he feels as though he is failing to protect you. 

“It is all right,” he promises in a quiet sheltering breath. “I am here. I will help you, Y/N. No matter what is required.”

He makes it sound simple. Of course it’s not and you know he doesn’t think so but none of that stops his optimism. Maybe that’s what you need to believe in. 

“Perhaps if we spoke with someone.” Connor makes a suggestion but does not force this upon you. Ultimately it will be what you decide but he will only be patient. “Maybe that will help. Only if you would like. And I will go with you. Each time no matter if I have work. I will take off for you whenever you need me.”

A steady breath is all you muster. Believing him is easy because this is your sweet detective promising just as he promised you forever. “Connor, I don’t deserve you.”

“No. You deserve everything. It is you I am lucky to have. Without you, I can’t feel as alive as I do.” Truth can be poetic or so they say. His is the very foundation of freedom. There is nothing if he can’t live with you. 

“I cannot pretend to understand what you are feeling,” the android admits his lack of personal experience. If he is certain this may be similar to a software glitch if it were to affect his kind. Even then it is no excuse not to do everything in his power to rectify. “All I know is that I want you to be healthy. Physically as well as mentally. I love you too much to ever allow harm to come to you, Love.”

Tears ran anew but this time you completely fell against him, allowing both body and soul to sink into Connor who becomes your one true brace. How can you push him away? That will only make it worse. You love him too much. “I’m sorry.”

“Be still, Y/N, I will stay here. Everything will be all right.” 

“OK.” Agreeing in a quiet breath is all the resolve you have left but it’s enough for right now. He’s enough. If you didn’t have him you’re sure you wouldn’t be here. The thought is terrifying. “We’ll do it together.” 

Connor smiles only to show you how glad he is that you are willing. No matter what happens he will never let you go. That is impossible when his synthetic heart beats for you in ways mere words can never describe. Nothing in this deviant life will ever rip you away and will continue to harbor, shield you from the darkest parts until he no longer functions. 

This is what love is about as he understands. It means supporting, caring and most of all weathering any storm, as long as it is together.

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[bleedingthirium]

Not an Asshole After All

Author Note: I actually had this posted on my main blog but since then I had made this D:BH blog, so why not post it here just in time for a little commission I had done by one of my favourite artists Khyron_Art  This is more of a comfort ficlet for me so I hope you won’t mind my posting it. I mean, who can’t deny a soft-hearted Gavin from time to time? You’ll see more of him in part two.  Also, my OC ‘Anri’ is pronounced as ‘Un-ree’. [Part Two coming soon] Trigger warnings: Mentions of past traumatic child/sexual abuse, PTSD, Swearing (It’s Gavin).

Turning the corner, Gavin’s heart beat a second faster at the sight of his partner being caught as a hostage. “Let her go!” 

Grey eyes shifted momentarily from the asshole they had been chasing down to glance at Anri. She looked scared? Where was her gun? Fuck it, it didn’t matter at this point. Eyes snapped back to the criminal, lips pulled back into a snarl, “I said, let her go asshole!” each word was bitten out between clenched teeth. Gavin appears angry in general, but this – messing with one of his own like this? Gavin may be an asshole, but he’s not a complete asshole despite what others think – you do not want to mess with him when it comes to his loyalty to his partners.

Gun aimed steadily with intention to kill on the spot at the criminal they were supposed to be apprehending. Unfortunately, it was such a precarious situation that, even with Gavin’s excellent shooting, there was still a chance he could take down Anri. How the hell did she get into this situation? Gavin will never admit it, but she’s just as good as him – if not, better, since he sometimes purposefully looks to rough the criminals up a bit before apprehending them. Call it an outlet, a hobby, whatever. Why the hell wasn’t she fighting against him? Granted she’s got the end of a gun pressed to her head, but still. There was no struggle from her. Hell, if it had been him, he would’ve kicked his way outta there. So … what gives? He would’ve assumed she was calm had it not been for that frightened look on her face. The type of look that he didn’t ever want to see her wear. Dare he admit it actually scared him to see her so scared? Fuck it! “I won’t ask again! Let. Her. Go!” Gavin spat out, pointing his gun slightly forward with the silent message that he wasn’t fucking around with this. “Why? So this little bitch can put me in jail?” a quiet little whimper fell from Anri’s lips as she felt the end of the gun being jabbed harder against her head. The sound was almost sickening to Gavin’s ears. “You’re already going to jail you fucking moron. Killing a cop will give you a life sentence if you’re not already getting one for being a fucking rock spider.” Gavin wasn’t exactly the best at negotiation terms, which is currently disastrous since his partner’s life is currently in the hands of a deranged asshole, and World’s Number One asshole (Gavin) is not making the situation any easier by taunting the criminal. “Just do it, Gavin…. Please?” Grey eyes shifted to the voice of his partner. Eyes narrowing in concern as he tried to quickly calculate the risks; it was a 50-50 chance. He shoots, takes down the guy and Anri lives or, he shoots, takes down the guy but not before the prick takes Anri down too. He’s not even going to overanalyze that tiny little plea he heard from her. He can’t go into that now. “Fuck!” the whispered curse came from under his breath as he made that call. Anri squeezed her eyes shut as the harsh sound of the gun firing echoed in her ears. Her heart skipping a beat for a moment, thinking she had died. She knew the risks of asking Gavin to shoot the criminal who had her hostage. But if they didn’t do something now, it would only provoke the criminal further and Anri would much rather take the chance. She felt the pressure of the gun leave the side of her head and the body drop away from her, almost bringing her down with him if she didn’t have her feet planted. Quickened footsteps took her away from the fallen criminal and her body bumping into something solid. She felt a hand touch her shoulder for no longer than a second, just a very quick action to steady herself, before the warmth of that hand dropped away. Grey orbs dropped from Anri’s form that had backed into him and shifted to the criminal before quickly shifting back to Anri’s hidden hip holster where he felt the bulge of the gun pressing against his thigh. “You had your gun on you the entire time!? Why the fuck didn’t you use it!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you have a death wish or something!? You could’ve been fucking killed!” Anger spilled out through Gavin’s lips as he placed his own gun back in his own holster. Except it wasn’t anger. It was fear. He was so close to losing her. And that thought, alone, scared the fuck out of him.   Slightly frightened blue orbs, now edged with anger, met angry grey ones of her partner. Though there was something else threatening to close in around those orbs… hurt? The fact that he didn’t stop and think why she couldn’t, or didn’t, use it? He just assumed she was another incompetent officer because of her gender? “What do you care, Gavin?” it was more of a rhetorical question as she walked straight past him, leaving him to simmer away in his jaw clenching anger. That’s just it though, he does care. He’s just too fucking stubborn to admit it. “Fuck!” spat the curse before he turned and left in the same direction of his partner. Fueled by god knows what; probably just the need to get some fresh air, Anri made a dash to get outside, only for Gavin’s voice to be following behind her. “What the hell happened out there?” “Why do you care?” the question was repeated. “Because you’re my partner and I gotta fill out the paperwork for this shit.” Grabbing her arm, Gavin turned her around to meet him face to face, “You owe me an explanation.” Anger flashed in her generally calm blue hues, “I don’t owe you shit, Reed.”  Using his last name. Ouch. She’s never dropped formalities before. Come to think of it, he’s rarely heard her swear either...   “I saved your life. I think the least you can do is owe me a goddamn explanation why the hell my partner, who was perfectly armed and a smart cop, managed to get herself into a hostage situation.” “You can read it in the report I write.” “Incompetent.” “What?” “That’s what they’ll get from your report. They’ll pull you off the field. Question your skill…” “I…” His voice softened ever so slightly, the anger leaving him as he watched it leave her own features. Something wasn’t right about his partner, something didn’t sit right in his gut and he just couldn’t ignore it. He’s turned a blind eye on the days she’s taken her cat to the vet or whatever other moody days she’s had, but this? No, he can’t ignore this anxiety-like feeling bubbling away in the pit of his stomach. “Tell me the what the fuck happened back there and I’ll make some bullshit story up for the reports – which, lemme point out to you, means I’m putting my ass on the line for you… or you can kiss our crummy dates goodbye.” By ‘crummy dates’ he was referring to their cases they solved together – which often included late-night pizza orders to the office, arguing over who’s turn it was to buy the coffee because they needed a break from the office… He watched as the fight left her features, left her body almost. The squared pose of her shoulders drooped slightly and a mix of exhaustion and fear flashed in blue hues that had turned to a stormy shade of blue. “I froze.” she offered quietly. “Froze? You never freeze.” Inhaling sharply, she tried starting again, “I…” tongue darting out to quickly wet her lips, blue eyes glanced upwards, willing the familiar sting of salty tears threatening to appear at the corner of her eyes before dropping her gaze to the ground; looking anywhere but at him. “He looked a lot like my stepdad.” Gavin had to lean in slightly to catch the whispered words. He would’ve brushed the comment off as a ‘so what’ kind of remark but it was the broken tone in which she whispered them that made his blood run cold. For a moment he couldn’t say anything, almost too scared to even ask for confirmation. Just in this moment, all he could do was stare at this strong, beautiful woman that he had been sweet on, who was now reduced to tears and threatening to curl in on herself. This was a woman who had no problem kicking his ass, giving him shit right back… “Did he ever…?” He couldn’t even finish his question because the crime, alone, was a heinous act in itself. It sickened him to even think about it. Sickened him further that he couldn’t bring himself to even finish the damn question. The small whimper that came from Anri was enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Fuck. It was fucked up. It was disgustingly fucked up. Fingers curled into a tight fist, threatening to punch the nearest object, however a few forced deep breaths were enough to calm that bubbling anger down. Anri didn’t need to be dealing with angered outburst for a second time that evening. “Fuck.” Came the angered whispered as he grabbed her elbow and pulled her down the sideway, away from any prying eyes of other officers that were beginning to arrive at the scene. At least it offered her some privacy. She was already feeling vulnerable as it is with opening up to Gavin like that.

 Gavin was at a loss of what to do. He hasn’t seen Anri cry before – Christ, he hasn’t seen her upset in general before. A few angered outbursts here or there… but not distraught like this. He rocked on the balls of his feet, back and forth, back and forth… hesitant on what to say next, on what to do next. Part of him wanted to find the fucker just so he could physically pummel him to death, the other part wanted to turn from Anri and puke his guts up. Neither of which happened as he stepped forward towards his partner, lifted an arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, roughly pulling her into a hug. He didn’t say a word. What the hell was he supposed to say? Sorry that it happened to her? She’d only see him as taking pity on her. And what good is sorry when the damage has already been done? Fuck. He had no idea she went through this. He had no fucking clue. How the hell was he supposed to know!? “My job is to protect people – and I couldn’t even do that!” the muffled complaint came from the strawberry-blonde head that was buried in his chest. “You found the kids and we took the fucker down. You did your job. Don’t think twice about it. Just…” his sentence trailing off, deciding not to state his fear. Just don’t fuckin’ scare me like that again, got it?

The sound of Gavin’s phone ringing interrupted the two, without removing his arm from Anri’s form, keeping her against him, he reached in his pocket with his free hand and swiped the screen across to answer the call. “What?! …. Yeah, I’ll be right there, just getting patched up… Took a swipe at my arm.” Casually lying through his teeth to his boss who was wondering where the hell Gavin and Anri were with the dead body inside the house and no Detectives around… Disconnecting the phone call and shoving the phone back in the pocket of his jeans, he finally pulled his arm away from Anri but not before he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her frame. “You’re done for the night. Go home. I’ll tell ‘em some bullshit story. You know I’m charming like that.” Gavin’s voice softening ever so slightly around the edges as his hands came and rested on her shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Grey eyes searched her watery blue ones. She hadn’t been crying… a few tears slipped out but nothing too distressing apart from all the reminders she had pushed down for a good couple of decades. A quick small nod was given from her since she didn’t trust her voice to speak in confident tones. Gavin quietly walked her to an unmarked police car, telling the officer to take her home, but also giving a death glare that threatened to do harm if the officer dares question anything. Grey eyes watched as the car pulled out from the curb and drove down the street. He couldn’t deny the concern that felt like it was crushing against his chest but he didn’t have time to process it when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Hey, where’s she going!?”

Fuck. Nosy little shits these Police Officers are... Watching the car drive off until it was out of sight, Gavin didn’t even spare a glance behind him to see one of the Officers walking towards him. “She’s not feeling well. Don’t need her puking all over the crime scene.” Turning, he made his way back to the crime scene to explain what happened; coming up with a typical story of the criminal had the gun raised at an officer, it was a threatening and compromising situation, Gavin had a window of opportunity and he took it. They bought it since they had no other reason to not believe him. Detective Gavin Reed, DCPD’s ‘Number One Asshole’ lying through his teeth to spare the pride of another Detective. Who knew he wasn’t such an asshole?

[deithimagines]

Can I get some Connor x reader fluff Where the reader is out n about with Connor and it's so hot out that she casually asks him to cool her down with a hug since he can change his temp? (sly cold fingers on the back of her neck huehue) Boy doesn't know how to react at first but ends up wanting/offering to cool her down or warm her up all the time cus skin contact is like good??? Thank you...I'm melting irl as I write

Yes! Added to the list. Hope you don't have much trouble and please, Jeep hydrated!

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Investigative Injuries (Connor x Gender Neutral! Reader)

A/N: Hello all! This is a request for @riverrunfar, where Y/N and Connor get into a huge fight. Read to find out what it’s about and if an expensive and eventful divorce happens afterwards! 

P.S. Y/N and Connor’s jokes are savage and could be easily mistaken for genuine attacks in this one. Prepare to laugh. 

Connor always had a very soft, kind persona towards you, he never got angry. Frustrated or annoyed? Sure, but you never witnessed the cold, machine-like movements of the man. The low, short answers to your questions, and loud exclamations at your defensive statements were foreign to you.

You and Connor walked through the threshold of their shared house. Without anything said, you hobbled to the living room, lying yourself down on the leather couch. Both you and Connor had just come back from apprehending suspects in a suspected murder gang.

Thinking about tonight’s events frustrated you to no end.

Connor had a plan to apprehend the main suspects with the least amount injuries acquired. But, to be fair, the plan fucking sucked. Both you and Connor knew this was going to be a dangerous mission, it’d be likely that at least one of you would walk away injured. To make things worse, he didn’t have the “get in and get out” mindset that you did. He always needed to stew over every last detail, ensuring everything went the way it needed to.

Connor insisted that both of you go in together, using an official approach to the arrest.

Of course, you disagreed. You knew that on the west side of the building there was a window to climb through. Wanting to go for a more deceptive, stealthy approach, you planned that Connor would go in alone, pretending to be the only officer at the scene. You’d slip in from the window and move to corner the suspect and arrest him.

Backup would move in after you guys when either after a call on the radio came through or gunshots rang out.

Defying Connor at the scene, you went through with your plan. Unfortunately, the latter occurred.

No damage was done to vital organs. You were only shot in the shoulder and left leg; enough to make you limp, and the suspects were successfully apprehended.

That’s all that mattered, right?

Your boyfriend’s voice took you out of your thoughts. Turning your head, you noticed Connor standing at the room’s entrance from the foyer, staring at you with a look of disapproval.

“You’re supposed to be resting in bed.” Connors arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. His body language spoke volumes about how upset he was with you. You insisted that you did nothing wrong.

“I’d rather rest here.” You responded stubbornly. Turning to your side, you grabbed the throw blanket that draped off the side of the couch, settling into a comfortable position.

“Are you really going to continue being difficult?” Connor scoffed. You had just been shot twice and you were still not listening to him?

“I’m not being difficult, I just don’t want to be supervised. I’m comfortable here so I’m staying here.”

“After those antics of yours, I’d say you need nothing but supervision.”

Your eyes narrowed, slowly sitting up to face him. “Are you serious right now?”

“Obviously. One of us has to be,” The tone in his voice shifted from concern to annoyance. “especially since you now refuse to take your job seriously.”

Your eyes widened at this statement. Wincing at your actions, you stood up, now facing him. “Listen up, fuckface. Yes, I got shot. That’s why we wore the vests. I’m not suddenly incompetent in my job because I’m willing to take a risk. And fuck you for saying otherwise.”

Your face started to heat up as you felt anger starting to take over. Connor, meanwhile, was the opposite. “If you don’t want to be seen as incompetent, consider not throwing yourself into harm’s way.”

That’s when the yelling started. “That’s what you have to risk when you’re tracking down a fucking murder gang, Connor. You can’t protect me from the world!”

“The problem arises when you aren’t able to protect yourself.” Connor’s voice almost came out like a growl.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “I’m sick and tired of this bullshit.” You finally stated, lips pursed. You tried to meet his level of hostile calm, but your hands shaking out of anger were a dead giveaway.

“Sick and tired of getting hurt for no damned reason? Yeah I am too.”

“What I’m sick and tired of is consistently being infantized by my own boyfriend! It’s draining and degrading!” You could feel the veins popping out from your neck from how hard you had yelled. Tears were filling your eyes. I’m supposed to be angry, why the fuck am I crying?

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart,” You could feel the venom in his tone, “The last thing I want to do is deal with your bullshit.”

“My bullshit? I’m doing my job, there is risk involved!”

“Funny how I can’t actually die, yet I feel like I’m still wasting precious fucking time here.”

With your face dropping and eyes watering, you’d given up. Limping past him, you went to your shared bedroom and packed a bag with the essentials. Clothes, toiletries, work supplies, keys, wallet, the works. You had decided you’d stay at Hank’s for the night. Despite the probable grumbling from the man, he’d told you that you were always welcome.

You were hurt, angry, sad. Every negative emotion under the sun, you were feeling in that moment.

Connor must’ve followed me, because I heard a soft voice coming from the doorway. “Where – where are you going?”

“I’m done wasting your precious fucking time, jackass.” Failing at sounding tough, Connor cringed at the small sobs that escaped your mouth.

With that, you left. What hurt more than leaving itself, was that Connor didn’t try to stop you.

Connor’s POV:

I froze at the sight at Y/N packing. Where were they going? How were they getting there? Was this the end? I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never been in this situation.

I wanted to give Y/N space to feel what they needed to feel, but I wanted to chase after them.

Deciding on the latter, I ran out the front door, reaching Y/N before they could reach the car.

Gently grabbing their arm so as not to hurt them, I guided them forward, away from the machine that would take them away from me.

“Please don’t go.” Feeling tears pool my eyes, I remembered how much I hated crying. The physiological reactions from it exhausted me. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I-I just say things, and I can’t control it. I feel a certain way and I just can’t… think. It’s like I shut down.”

Y/N turned around to face me after my little speech. Their now blotchy eyes softened. Those blotchy eyes, I was the reason for them.

Y/N’s shoulders relaxed, leaning back onto their heels.

“I’m so sorry,” I pleaded, “You’re nothing close to anything I said. You’re the bravest, smartest, most capable person I’ve ever met. I got scared.”

“What’s there to be scared of, Connor.” Y/N’s head tilted in confusion as their brows furrowed. Tears still streamed down their cheeks. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

“But there will only ever be one of you. I can be repaired, no matter the damage. You have one chance, and then you’re gone. Then you’ll have to leave me.”

“I’ll never truly leave you Connor.”

“Please come home.” I pleaded once again.

“Only if you promise that you’ll work on not exploding whenever you start feeling something.”

“I promise, cross my heart.” Y/N walked up to me, wrapping their arms around my waist. Relaxing into their touch, I held them back, resting my cheek on the top of their head. “Just please, be more careful during your investigations.”

Y/N’s head shot up, so they could look me in the eyes. “But-“ I instantly interrupted Y/N.

“Hear me out,” Resting my hand on their cheek, I stroked it with my thumb in an attempt to calm her. “I know your job comes with its risks. I understand that. I know you want justice for those who are affected by crime, but you need to look out for yourself too. Please just promise me you’ll be more careful.”

Y/N smiled softly, before their typical sense of humor shone through. “If I must, anything for the co-dependent.” Poking my cheek while they said this, I smiled. That’s my Y/N.  

“I love you. Thank you for caring about me, even though you yell sometimes.”

“To be fair, you yell at the TV when we watch horror movies. That’s rather irritating as well.”

“It’s not my fault the protagonist always goes and searches the basement instead of, I don’t know, calling the police? Getting out of the house? Setting fire to the house?”

“When will you learn that they can’t hear you through the TV?”

“When they learn to listen to common sense!”

We stared at each other, pretending to be mad. This lasted for a couple seconds before we burst into laughter. Walking back into the house, we settled on the couch, nestled together under a throw blanket.

“You know,” Y/N started, “we should get married one day.”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” I joked, “there’s no insurance money for you to collect if in the event that I die.”

“Silly Connor,” Y/N chuckled. They leaned closer to my ear. “I void warranties.”

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Don’t worry cute anon, even I’m terribly laaaate, I didn’t forget you !

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Hey! You have a lovely blog, keep up the good work! Um, how about headcanons of some sort for Markus and Connor with a s/o who's really kind, and a really pure person all together?(if you could, female pronouns?)

Thank you so much, I’m happy that you enjoy the blog! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like your headcanons :)

Connor:

Being a cop, Connor is used to criminals

And even without them, he’s used to cops too

So because of that, he has a different perspective of the world

In a way, he doesn’t allow himself to feel emotions

To empathize with other’s pains because he sees it everyday

Like many cops, he had to distance himself from that

But even if you know a lot about his work, you never do

Whenever you’re with him and Hank talking about a case, you’re sad

You talk about how it’s terrible that something like that happened

While they’re so used to it that they barely react

It was a wake up call for them, really, and they took your example

Instead of just solving cases and moving on, they try to act on it

Maybe take steps to avoid crimes like those happening again

Or treating perps with a little more kindness, not all of them are guilty

As you find out, with some people is wrong place wrong time

Other people didn’t commit any crimes and are innocent

You remind Connor of how he once felt, of what empathy is

Of how to look for the good in people always

And he’s thankful to you for that, and he admires you

And keeps you close to remind himself that there’s people like you

That he can choose to see the good things instead of the bad

Also promising himself to take care of you to protect you

Because you’re too kind and too pure to be hurt by this cruel world

Even if, as you have reminded him, it’s not always that unforgiving

Markus:

He is so endeared and fascinated by it

Markus has seen his fair share of coldness and meanness

Mainly focused towards androids, and he’s almost used to it

It wasn’t until he met you that he knew pure kindness

He’s in awe when he sees you interact with people

How you’re always polite, thoughtful and gentle

How you go out of your way to try to make it better for everyone

He can’t stop smiling when he sees you ordering something

Always with ‘good morning’ or ‘thank you’ or ‘have a nice day’

They fall out of your mouth so easily when others are so rude

Markus loves telling people about you for this reason

“She’s the best, Y/N just has so much capacity for kindness”

He has often told you about how much he admires that side of you

Especially how you’re always supportive of his cause

You have never once been unkind to an android, you treat them like people

In a way it makes him sad that he has to be surprised by kindness

But ultimately, you infect him with your great optimism

And he thinks that there’s more people like you

That anyone can be like you and make the world a better place

Even if no one can compare to you in his eyes

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