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sethrine-writes · 4 years

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I Will Fight This War For You (Hold On), Ch. 3

Pairing: Connor x Female Reader

Words: 4387

Chapter Warning: Crime Scene, Minor Character Death, Minor Character Injury, Mild Angst

Story Summary: “Our choices define us. Don’t let them tear you in two.”

Your investigation into the string of deaths of both humans and androids takes a drastic turn when a victim is purposely left alive. The killer’s intent is the same, to prove a point you have yet to figure out. The change, however, is the power of choice.

Stress and exhaustion lead you astray as you and Connor are both thrust into a war between the mind and the heart. You can only hope everyone involved makes it out alive.

IMPORTANT A/N: This is a repost of a DBH fic I started over a year ago in response to a challenge a friend of mine posted up, at the time. I’ve also gone through and edited/cleaned up each chapter for a better reading experience! I’ll be posting a chapter or two every day until I’ve posted all current chapters, and then I’ll be updating with a brand new chapter for the first time in nearly a year!

Inspired by the song Torn In Two by Breaking Benjamin.

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Chapter 3 - Embrace the Life of Tragedy

Connor had insisted he drive to the scene with the promise of stopping once more by your favorite coffee shop for actual coffee. He wasn’t surprised that you had taken the offer; you would have let him drive, regardless, but a little extra incentive only ensured any bullheadedness on your part wouldn’t dissuade you.

He was even less surprised to find that you had promptly fallen asleep as soon as you had gotten comfortable, head leaned against the seat belt holding you in place and hands limply folded in your lap as you snored lightly.

A deep frown etched its way across his face with each worried glance he took.

He couldn’t help but fret over your clear exhaustion and how it was affecting you. You had been avoiding the issue for some time, roughly a week, and each day without proper rest only left you drained, slow, and even harder to reason with. Stubbornness was a natural trait, but your complete lack of self-care and any attempts at others helping you being met with full-force resistance was becoming a problem that was difficult to work around.

The investigation was eating away at you, consuming you so completely that it was taking away your sleep, stressing you to the max. At the rate you were going, if Connor couldn’t figure out a way to get you to at least take a full day of rest, it was only a matter of time before your body shut itself down.

Whether you realized it or not, you were on the fast track of killing yourself in a slow, agonizing way.

His grip tightened against the wheel, jaw clenching as he willed the thought away. It was too distracting, too extreme of a notion for him to brood about on top of everything else going on. There was no time for what-ifs, especially when there was a crime scene awaiting their presence, a full-on investigation waiting for them to solve.

Connor sighed, if only to feel the motion and release the tension in his shoulders.

In truth, thinking that way made him feel something he couldn’t describe completely, only knowing that it was an ache that almost felt physical, crushing and deep. The longer he thought about it, the more it made a sense of panic rise within him, a restless fear making itself known and becoming stronger the longer his mind reeled.

To lose you to something so trivial, to something that could easily be prevented-

To lose you-

Flashing lights pulled him out of his thoughts, the multiple police cars coming into view a sign that he had arrived at the correct destination without even realizing it. He parked near the curb just ahead of the other vehicles, hand reaching for the key and hesitating.

He looked over to your sleeping form, watched as your chest slowly lifted and fell with your deep, even breaths. In total, the car ride hadn’t been any longer than fifteen minutes, not nearly enough time for you to even enter a steady REM sleep. If anything, waking you would do nothing but progress your stress level, of which was much, much too high, already. Had you not been the resilient sort, you would have surely already crumbled. It was a wonder how you kept yourself going.

Leaving you in the car wasn’t an option, unfortunately, not one that would end well, should you miss out on key details with your own eyes. Though he would much rather you be mad at him for letting you sleep, he knew how important this whole thing was to you, could see just how tirelessly you were working to ensure no detail was missed, neglecting your own health in favor of upturning every stone for any sliver of information that would help solve the investigation.

It almost pained him to completely turn off the car and reach for you, shaking you gently by the shoulder. There was barely a moment of contact before you were breathing in suddenly and popping up, eyes blearily looking around before you reached up to aggressively rub at them to clear your sight. Anxious, even in sleep, enough that any slight touch easily pulled you back to the waking world.

“We here?” you asked, words slightly raspy from your short slumber.

“Yes, we just arrived,” he answered softly, earning a sleepy grin. He returned the gesture, but if his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, you couldn’t seem to tell.

“Thanks for driving, Connor. Not sure if I would’ve been able to focus completely. My eyes have been so weird, lately.”

“Of course, it was no trouble,” he answered.

“Let's get this over with, shall we?”

Connor watched as you unbuckled and reached for the door handle before stepping out, frowning once more at your resilient, stubborn nature.

The coffee he had promised you, or lack thereof, hadn’t been mentioned, and Connor wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or concerned at the realization.

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“Hey, Stella,” you greeted the officer standing by with a strained grin, tired eyes taking in the outside of the building you were called to.

It was a rundown complex, most likely having been in the works to become apartments, but it was apparent construction had ceased a long time ago, and what had already been built was left behind in favor of bigger projects in much more sustainable, profitable areas. It was definitely the perfect place to commit a murder; secluded, empty, and easily ignored by everyday travelers.

Stella greeted you both politely, giving a nod as incentive to move through the yellow holographic police line that barred the public, should there be any, from crossing into the scene of a crime. She was a sweet girl, kind almost to a fault, a bit stiff with her speech, but still one hell of a policewoman. After the revolution, she had been one of the first androids, outside of Connor, to be hired on at the DPD. It had taken several months of absolute garbage paperwork, but you, as well as a good percentage of the precinct, were happy to have her on board.

“He couldn’t have picked a better place to torture his victims,” you muttered, gaze roaming back to Stella. “Any recent details come up?”

“Only one victim has been found and identified as Braxton Hughes, age thirty-two, discovered by a squatter, who frequents the building, approximately one hour and forty-six minutes ago. I’ve heard nothing more regarding the scene.”

“Has Lieutenant Anderson arrived yet?” Connor asked, earning somewhat of a frown from Stella. That was never a good sign, especially from her, and it had you instantly anxious.

“Unfortunately, Lieutenant Anderson was on another call and has yet to arrive.”

“Are we the first detectives on the scene, then?” you questioned next, feeling your stomach twist unpleasantly at the hesitant shake of Stella's head.

“I’m afraid an attempt to contact you was…dismissed briefly by Captain Fowler in favor of allowing another able detective to take charge. I…I may have contacted Connor, regardless.”

At least you could count on Stella to keep you in the loop. But the way she was avoiding telling you who exactly was on the scene filled you with dread. You already knew, it was incredibly obvious, but you wanted to be sure. You wanted to be wrong.

“Who's in there, Stella?”

She hesitated again, lips parting, but voice unheard. She looked to you, then Connor, then looked straight ahead to avoid your intense stare.

“I believe he sent Detective Reed-"

“Son of a bitch,” you groused under your breath, rushing into the building as the feeling of dread and anger built within you. Connor muttered a curse behind you, his steps quick as he followed you down the long hallway toward the scene of the crime.

“Wait!”

He reached out and tried to slow you down, restrain you with a grip on your arm, but you pulled away quickly and stepped beyond the second to last entrance on the left where yet another officer was on stand-by. Connor made no other move to stop you this time, but remained close, knowing that there was a possibility things could go bad.

Your eyes roamed over the scene, picking up bits and pieces that had a very similar look to the previous case that Anthony was involved in. Your focus, however, directed itself to the crouched detective in front of the dead victim bound to a chair. Your anger simmered to the surface as you stomped toward your target.

“Gavin!”

You were inwardly pleased to see the mouthy detective jump up from his crouch, looking momentarily bewildered. That was before his expression smoothly transitioned into a smirk, gloved hands folding across his chest. You hated that such a simple look had you practically seething.

“Well, well, well, look who showed up! I gotta say, I thought you had more exciting things on your agenda, since you weren’t here, and all.”

He was baiting you, as he always did. It was as if Gavin never fully enjoyed himself unless he was pissing off others in some way. You ignored his half-assed attempt of riling you up for the time being in favor of getting straight to the point.

“What the hell are you doing here, Reed? This isn’t your investigation, last time I checked, and you damn well know it.”

“Calm down,” he drawled, unfazed by your outburst, “I was the only one available when the call came in. Can’t get pissy if no one else on your team was around to do the job.”

“How did anyone know I wasn’t available if I never got the call, huh? Connor didn’t even get a call, not until your trigger-happy ass was already on scene, apparently.”

“Last I heard, you and your boy toy were supposed to be running around with plastic dignitaries all day,” Gavin mocked, eyes narrowed in distaste. You glared right back with equal disgust at his words, forgetting you were supposed to be taking the high road. It wasn’t professional in the least, fighting over the corpse of a man who, most likely, didn’t deserve to die, but you couldn't…wouldn't…back down, not when you had done so every time before.

Gavin had given you more than enough reason in the past to fight against him, and you didn't, finding that you had far better things to do than take the bait he so flauntingly held before you. Your job was more important than petty arguments and one-sided rivalries. This time, however, you were just tired enough to not give a damn; to hell with the consequences!

“So, you suggested to Fowler to let you on site of a case pertaining to my investigation instead of even attempting to contact me, is that it?”

“Well, while you’re out playing around, some of us are actually trying to solve murder cases. You know, saving lives, and all?”

“Like you really care,” you spat, fingers curling against your palm, your insides trembling with the need for action. “You’re only interested in gaining approval through backhanded means! Can’t be bothered with petty crimes, don’t care if you have to undermine others, so long as you’re up Fowler’s ass and getting all the recognition you don’t deserve!”

Gavin scoffed, and rolled his eyes, your fists shaking at your sides. You were hardly aware of the other people in the room, several officers taking cautious interest at your heated exchange, Connor immediately behind you as you stepped closer, all waiting for something more to happen. It had been a long time coming, and your usually squashed down frustration and contempt were beginning to completely override your system.

“That's real rich, coming from you,” Gavin egged on, unaware -possibly uncaring- of the tight rope he was walking. “You think you’re some special snowflake because you had a hand in this android-revolt shit. And now what? You play secretary for a bunch of tin cans, as if what you do even matters! Bet it really bothers you, knowing that you’re only something because a couple of plastic pricks figured out how to use you like the puppet you are-"

You didn’t bother listening to the rest of what Gavin had to say. As it was, you barely had control of your own actions; your fist was already flying through the air before you registered you were even moving, and it wasn’t until the satisfying feeling of your knuckles slamming home into Gavin's face that you realized Connor had called your name in an attempt to stop you.

All at once, people were in a frenzy to quell the confrontation. Connor had immediately wrapped his arms around you as you struggled against him, all practical sense gone in favor of wanting to get at Gavin, to direct your overflowing rage onto him. Several officers had stepped between you and Gavin as he made a ruckus, cursing and holding the side of his face with anger.

“Get her the fuck out of here!”

Connor had already begun backing out of the room, ensuring the officers watching that he would be able to handle you, even as you fought him with flailing limbs and sharp words.

“Let me go, Connor! Let me fucking go!” you shouted, attempting to lunge out of his arms with sharp, thrashing movements. His grip on you was firm, however, and within seconds, he had you halfway back down the hall as you shouted and continued to fight his grasp.

“Calm down! This isn’t like you, at all!”

Connor’s loud, deep voice registered through your haze of infuriation, and almost as quickly as you had lashed out, you were still in his arms. Your breaths were ragged and deep, brows furrowing in mild confusion at your own actions.

What in the world had you done?

“I don't…I don’t know what came over me,” you rasped, legs shaking as the adrenaline from your encounter with Gavin began to dissipate rapidly. You could feel Connor’s hold relax around your body, though his arms remained holding you for the time being, afraid that you might make a run for Gavin, should he let go.

“You lost control, in there,” he said, not meaning for his words to come out in such an admonishing tone. If anything, he was more shocked that you had acted out in such a way, especially since you were easily able to deflect Gavin's usual mocking and snide comments. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know…I wasn’t,” you said quietly, voice sounding small, even in your own ringing ears. With the adrenaline having run its course, you could feel the heated sting of your hand where you had punched Gavin, the knuckles swollen and red. There were a lot of things you could feel without the numbing rush of contempt clouding your judgement, such as the prominent burn in your dry, tired eyes, the pounding ache in your skull, the building churn of your stomach climbing higher and higher-

“Connor, let me…I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Connor released you at the first weak pull against his arms, and you immediately rushed toward the exit, only making it as far as the steps leading to the second story before the meager contents of your stomach were suddenly on the floor. You sucked in air sharply, spitting the bile from your mouth as you attempted to keep any dry heaving at bay with careful breaths. The gentle pressure of a hand at your back almost startled you, causing you to tremble and let out a soft noise of distress.

“You're ill,” Connor stated, large brown eyes studying you carefully, analyzing.

“I'm alright,” you assured, spitting one last time and taking in a deep, steadying breath. There was the barest pain in your stomach, and you cursed yourself for jinxing the idea of an ulcer earlier at the park. It was more a probability, ironic as it was, and getting so worked up was only going to exacerbate the issue.

“You are not alright,” Conner countered, eyes narrowing as his voice slowly gained traction. “Your stress level has been at a near-constant ninety-three percent all week, well above average, and definitely above the safe range. You’re not sleeping; you’re actively avoiding sleep, with highly increased intake of caffeine-"

“Connor,” you called out quietly, though he seemed to not have heard you as he continued his rant, voice escalating in volume and his L.E.D. spinning yellow.

“-have you even eaten anything substantial, recently? Have you done anything for yourself that didn’t revolve around this investigation? Your vitals are in a constant state of fluctuation that isn’t remotely healthy for a woman your age-"

“I get it, Connor, I do-"

“No, you don't!” he shouted suddenly, hands coming up to grasp at your upper arms. His grip was tight, almost desperate, and his eyes were alight with panic as he crowded your space.

“You can’t possibly understand that what you're doing is killing you, and I can't allow…I can't….”

Connor's voice wavered until he became quiet, blinking rapidly as he came back to himself. The panic was replaced by concern and guilt, his eyes roving over your trembling form before quickly letting go of you. He took two steps back, giving you space as he looked to his outstretched hands, the guilt becoming more prominent the longer he gazed at his palms.

“I'm sorry, I…I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that,” he murmured, meeting your wide eyes as you continued to stare at him.

It was your turn to be shocked at Connor's outburst. Since knowing him, you had only ever seen him this worked up when trying to deny his deviancy. Since fully accepting the notion, he had eased into understanding his emotions with careful consideration, explored what he was feeling when appropriate and asking questions when able.

For the first time, Connor had lost control, and it was so unbelievably human of him that it left you speechless.

The silence between you was deafening and heavy. You were both conflicted, unable to decide the next course of action.

“H-hElP….”

Your gaze shifted to the side, head turning at the quiet voice that sounded in your ear, almost too quiet to pick up on, and yet, you still heard it. Maybe…maybe Connor was right to lash out like he had. Maybe you were starting to hallucinate, hearing things in your sleep-deprived state, like weird, static-filled voices calling out for-

“Help, someone…pl-pLeAsE….”

You turned to look at Connor, who had also turned toward the voice. His gaze fell back on you, expression changing from surprised to serious within seconds.

“Did you-?”

“Get behind me,” he ordered, reaching for the gun he kept holstered and hidden along his torso and aiming it before him. All previous apprehension was forgotten as the situation changed drastically, mind easily slipping into work mode.

You followed behind Connor as he moved forward, reaching for your own gun you kept holstered at your belt…only to curse at realizing you had left the damn thing in the glove compartment of your car, like a novice. You were definitely suffering from your inability to slow down on the case if you were forgetting something as vital as your gun. At least Connor was always prepared.

He led the way into the room straight across from the stairs, the door having long been pulled from the hinges. From what you could initially see in the dark, the area looked absolutely wrecked, the floor above having somewhat collapsed to leave behind piles of debris across the floor. Connor slowly maneuvered through the mess of wood, concrete, and sheetrock without any hindrance from the surrounding darkness, gaze alert for any possible signs of movement as you trailed a bit behind, fumbling into your coat pocket for your cell phone.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” you called out, turning on the flashlight setting to better see in front of you. “We’re with Detroit Police. If you can hear me, please say something.”

There was a moment of tense quiet before a voice, warbling with static interference, spoke once more, sounding off from your right.

“Please…pLeAsE hElP us!”

Connor cursed as you darted toward the voices without hesitation, calling out to you as you ducked under some shifty looking debris that immediately crumbled after you pushed through it. You let out a surprised shout, coughing a bit at the rise of dust and almost blanching as your stomach turned in warning. There was no time for that, not when someone was in need of your help.

“Damnit! Are you alright?” Connor shouted, fear lacing his voice as he attempted to find another route into the room you had inadvertently found yourself in.

“I'm fine, I'm good,” you answered, hoping that it eased him somewhat.

You straightened and steadied your phone before you, sweeping the light shining from it slowly through the area with bated breath. It was as you passed a particularly large mess of material that you noticed the slightest movement. You paused, wiping at your eyes to make sure it wasn’t a trick of the mind, but the movement continued. It was a hand, waving slowly in the air before disappearing behind what looked like a large metal support beam.

“Connor, I found someone,” you shouted abruptly, rushing forward and falling to your knees as you came upon not one, but two people hiding amongst the destruction. There was a woman, unconscious with an unhealthy pallor, who was being held protectively close within the embrace of an android, if the blue blood coming from his nose was any indication. He looked startled, a little beat up, as one of his arms looked busted and limp at his side.

He…he was the same model as Josh. It made your heart lurch within your chest.

“Shit, I need paramedics in here!”

“Stella is alerting them, now. They’ll be in momentarily,” you heard Connor grunt out, the sound of shifting rubble indicating he was ensuring a clear path to your location.

With a steadying breath, you leaned in closer and began to assess the damages carefully, watching as a dark arm trembled around the woman, most likely in fear. You hoped you could at least calm him in some way, placing a soothing hand against his tense forearm while speaking clearly, calmly.

“My name is Detective (Y/n) (L/n); I'm with the Detroit Police Department. Can you tell me your name?”

“WiLl,” was warbled out in answer, his vocal module most likely having been damaged in some way. “Please, h-hElP her.”

“I’ve got paramedics coming in, they're right outside,” you comforted him, already hearing the rushed approach of footsteps as Connor directed them in through the initial entrance.

You reached forward to take hold of the woman's slack arm with careful movements, letting Will know your intent was to check her pulse. You were immediately aware of the heat coming off her skin as well as her strangely slowed heart rate, how she felt clammy to the touch despite the ice cold of winter. You turned her arm in your grasp, noting the dark, prominent map of her veins branching up from her wrist in a macabre display.

Just like the previous victims.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“He…he took us. KiDnApPeD us. Don’t…don’t know why. He poisoned hEr WiTh blue blood. She sUfFeReD. Had to…get her to sAfEtY. Please, she's dying!”

“Help is here, it's here,” you assured, turning as the illumination of flashlights appeared and came closer. You turned back to Will, finding him in utter relief as one of the paramedics came up beside you on the right, gloved hands reaching out toward the unconscious woman while simultaneously attempting to ease any worries the android may have had.

“Please check Detective (L/n) for any sustained injuries,” Connor spoke up suddenly from your left. You looked to him with confusion, halting one of the paramedics who had begun to look you over, as requested.

“Connor, I'm fine,” you emphasized, though the look he was giving you brought you back several minutes ago to the stairwell, how he had acted out without thought because he was scared-

“You…!”

Turning abruptly, your attention was taken by Will’s intense expression. His eyes were wide as he looked up directly at Connor, his arm squeezing tightly around the woman as a blinding rage took hold of him.

“You tried to kiLl HeR! You won't get to her, again! You won't ToUcH her!”

All at once, time seemed to slow right before your eyes as Will lifted the seemingly limp hand at his side, a gun firmly grasped within it.

Had you a moment to think, you would have surely gone about a different way of redirecting his shot. As it was, you were running on autopilot, hands coming up to grab his wrist as you forced yourself between the weapon and his intended target. There was a sharp click, several shouts of surprise, and for two heart-stopping seconds, you were sure you were dead.

“Detective!”

You looked down with impossibly wide eyes, finding Will's finger pulled tight against the trigger. The gun had gone off without a hitch, but there was no bullet to be shot. The clip was apparently completely empty. Will hadn’t anticipated an empty clip, nor had he anticipated you jumping in front of him. He had acted upon instinct, apparently seeing a threat and attempting to protect the woman in his arms.

“I..I didn't mean to-"

“I think I'll take this, now,” you rasped with an outward rush of air, gently pulling at the gun. Will’s grip released immediately as you took hold of the weapon with shaking hands, moving away as both the paramedics and Stella took over the scene.

Your eyes lingered on the gun in your hands, body letting go of a breath you hadn’t realized you'd been holding. You looked up to your left, finding absolutely terrified brown eyes gazing back at you. Realization hit you like a bag of bricks, so sudden and alarming that you nearly felt your heart stutter in your chest.

The investigation had suddenly taken its biggest turn, yet.

“Connor,” you said slowly, voice low and stuttering slightly. “I think…I think we might know who we're looking for.”

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh gavin #reader #reader-insert #torn in two

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your-k-dreams-blog · 7 years

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Dating Min Suga would include….

-Lots (and I mean lots) of night visits in his studio.

-Mainly because he said he will come over to your place after practice, but it has been a few hours and he still hasn’t appeared.

-You force feed him, since he probably forgets because he is completely absorbed by his work. He appreciate your effort and these are the moments he knows why he loves you.

-You both can be in the same room for hours, him ignoring you since he is very busy, but you wouldn’t mind most of the time because you know how important his music is for him and you are doing your own thing anyways.

-You sometimes pop into his office just to give him a kiss on his forehead or cheek and leave directly afterwards. As surprised as Suga boy is he will react either way:

1. Either he just leaves you go but says something like “Gosh you are so needy .”, but he actually loves when you show him affection and in the same time respect his work.

2. Pulls you by the arm as you tried to leave back onto his lap and hugs you from behind “Come here.” He would probably continue working with you in his arms, you wouldn’t mind a tiny bit. “You are too cute Y/N.”

-You would be the laziest coupe of all time. Spending your free time in bed or the couch watching movies, sleeping or just having some very serious deep conversation about life. “Seriously though what if our whole life is just a dream and we actually stop dreaming when we stop breathing in oxygen?” -“Shut up, Y/N and go back to sleep”

-Him messaging you every time he leaves the studio late even though you might be asleep, because he knows that otherwise you would worry. (Awkdjskdd so cute)

-Sometimes you would wake up at 4 am to find the cute message he sent you. “I am heading to the dorm now; unfortunately I couldn’t come see your stupid face today”

-You calling him multiple times sometimes because he is asleep or just to lazy to pick up and when he picks up he yells at you, but as soon as you fake a cry he apologises a million times.

-You and him listening to other bands music and fangirl/Boy (mostly you tho) over them together or gossip just shit about the members. “What they are together?” “Yeah I saw them making out during the award show when no camera was looking at them.”

-You seriously take some epic couple selcas cause you guys got SWAG, but yours and his phone will be full of each others derp faces or sleeping pictures.

-Him always threatening to post the video of you dancing in your panties with a mask on your face to fire when you wouldn’t leave him work in peace.

-Seriously though he loves you a lot.

-You are his wallpaper on his work computer, but he would never tell you.

-Him secretly smiling at your actions from behind when you are being silly again with the maknaes.

-You being close friends with all the members and always text you when they are busy, because they know that Suga will probably not keep you updated.

-They all love you and don’t understand how such a sweet girl like you can date a grumpy grandpa like Yoongi.

“Seriously Y/N he is sleeping all the time and when he’s awake his grumpy” - “But Jungkook look at his gummy bear smile!”

-Jin always worrying that he is not treating you with enough respect (Mother mode activated) but what the members don’t know is he treats you like no other and you always have to reassure Jin he is lovely which he can’t comprehend.

-No one dares to mess with you when he’s there cause boy Yoongi can be scary. Poor baby V will probably tickle you or hug you and earn scary looks from Yoongi. – “Yah get your own gf.”

-Suga being jealous when you spend too much time with the members and will probably act pissed off to you.

-He wouldn’t tell you why he is acting like this though.

-So you are trying to figure out what you did and once you found out you can’t stop teasing him about it. “Awww is Min Yoongi jealous of Tae-oppa” “Call him oppa one more time Y/N and you will see what will happen.”

-You are seriously not allowed to call any of them Oppa except him.

-Don’t expect a lot of skin ship from Yoongi, he is just the type that can’t show how much you really mean to him and that you are his world.

-But sometimes when he’s jealous or scared of losing you, he will cling onto you like a koala.

- “I know I am the shittiest boyfriend ever but don’t leave me”- “I will never leave you Yoongi.”

-“Ugh you deserve better Y/N”- “I don’t want better i want you”

-When he is sleepy you sneakily steal some hugs and kisses from him. He wouldn’t even notice, and when he does he pretends to be asleep but won’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

-He loves it when you hug him and show him that you care about him.

-You always jamming to Agust D and rapping so loud that he laughs his ass off at your rapping and tell you that you suck.

-But he always wants to teach you how to rap till you eventually become really good and making him super proud of you.

-You are forced to rap infrot of the rap line : “Namjoon, Hoseok check out Y/N rapping to cypher 2.”

-V and you rapping together all the time and Suga lets you rap his parts because he knows it will sound good from u unlike from V. (Poor baby xD)

-He loves you and your body the way it is, so when you feel unconscious about your stretch marks or your chubby stomach or too skinny arms he will just pull a face and say that you are being stupid again. (How charming.)

-“I don’t understand how you, from all people feel like this; you are even prettier than Jin.”

-Literally all your unconfident thoughts disappear when you are with him, because he couldn’t give you the opportunity to hate yourself.

-After dating for a long time, he will open up to you about his past, his family and his depression.

-You would just listen to him while hugging him tightly.

-He would be surprised that he told you so much about himself and make you swear never to mention anything of what he told you to anyone.- “Pinkie swear.”

-He is that type of person that might forget about your anniversary, but not because he doesn’t pay attention, but because he is thinking so much about work.

-When he figures out that he forgot, he will curse at himself and leave anything he is working on and goes rush to the nearest gas station that is still open that late and buys a card, some chocolate and flowers that kinda look rough already and rush to your house and knocks at the door.

-You where already sleeping so you are rubbing your eyes when you see his sweat innocent smile.

-Prepare for cheesy boyfriend, cause he won’t leave you that night alone anymore, singing your favourite love songs (lol Sugas singing is gold), feeding you chocolate, him rapping your favourite parts in the BTS songs which he would normally not do, but it’s your guys special day. If you ask nicely you might even get a massage, but it won’t last long till he falls asleep on your lap and you just smile at him. “Min Yoongi you are such a cutie.” – “Mmmhh...”

-He has his moments where he is all about hugging you in front of the other boys which are so rare that they might blush or think they are in a parallel universe.

-Those are the moments when Jin screams he should behave and not do anything dirty to you.

-That boy would write songs about you, but will only show you when they are 100% perfect.

-So one song in his latest mix tape is about you, one song BTS sings about love that he composed is actually about how he loves you.

-You would have no clue, till after a long time one of the members would tell you about it and your heart would melt when you find out.

-You love teasing him, so prepare for him attacking you when you do so. You end up on the floor him on top tickling you. Sometimes things get a bit heated and you will end up having a hot make out session.

-You don’t mind the lack of skin ship, cause the moments he shows affection to you are so precious, warm and soft and you know they come truly from his heart and you would not want it any other way.

-Him being worried about you when you are late out with your friends. Calling you every hour to make sure you are okay. “Ya, when are you going home?”- “You know you are a loser with directions you won’t find your apartment when it’s getting any later.”

-He would not wait a second to pick you up if you had a few drinks in your system and you called him for help.

-“Yoongi why are you so beautiful?” You would whine drunkenly touching his face, him not making a noise and let you do whatever you want with him, cause he can’t say no to you when you are like this.

-Every time your name is mentioned he smiles warmly.

-The times you would go out, you would go to different restaurant to try food, since you both love to try new stuff.

-He would take you to your favourite country on your birthday and do everything you want cause all he wants is you being happy (even if it means he has to go out) #protectyoongifromthewilderness

-When he has a weekend off he might take you to D.town to show you the places he worked in and where he started to rap and his favourite noodle shop, because it means a lot to him that you know this stuff about him.

-He doesn’t really say I love you a lot, but you know he does. And when he says it (, he says it at the most random moments. E.g You are painting your toe nails on the couch next to him. You would look so confused he would laugh. “Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend”- “You see that’s why I never say that cause you are such a tease you little shit.”

-This precious angel would always think to himself and tell the others that you are too good to him.

-You sometimes have to endure his bad temper and you just listen to him to whatever he has to say, and leave him alone when he needs space and vice versa.

-He would understand when you get angry and or when you are depressed cause boy he has been there too.

-Lots of pillow talk.

-He will play with your hair when you are working on something and don’t give him attention.

-Both of you doing face masks and other beauty stuff together and taking pictures to send them to the members.

-Min Suga knows no shyness in front of you and might sit naked on your couch writing lyrics not giving a shit.

-You guys will have many inside jokes.

-Lots of sleepy kisses in the morning.

-Even though he is a grumpy cat, your parents love him and call him mature and respectful, because he only shows them their best side. Boy if they knew.

-You are so annoying Y/N. –“I love you too.”

-On tour he sends you cute little videos every day to keep you updated Suga ft. Bangtan.

-Jimin will send you pictures of your sleepy boyfriend.

-He wouldn’t give a fuck and talk about you in public and one day accidently confesses that you guys are together so causally leaving the fans in shook.

“My Jagiya and I tried this restaurant that made (your home country) food and now I am craving more of it or “Jagyia sometimes comes and brings me tea while I work.”

-Oh yeah I have a girlfriend, be nice to her ARMY I still love you too.

Dating Min Yoongi would be very hard and it takes a lot of effort from both sides, but trust once he is sure he loves you, he is not planning on letting you go, because he knows he found a soul mate.

RIP me.Writing this was literally too much, because Suga is my ultimate Bias and I luv him and ... and... ugh god help me what am I doing with my life.- JB

#bts #bts suga #bts scenarios #bts army #dating bts #kpop #kpop scenarios #bts imagines #min yoongi #minhollly #agust d

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Ray x Robert

a/n: Gift to @defussy who told me about their dadsona and dream dad. Its rushed, its gross but this is for you Taylor, <3 w/c:1995

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hang out on campus a bit more dad?” Amanda beamed up at her father. They had a long day of fun campus activities. Most of which were just Amanda stopping at every café near her campus for eats. Ray hung out at her dorms, said hi to her roommates and even got some keen gossip about Amanda’s first month away from home. Now the sun was setting and there was somewhere he needed to be. “It was nice having you here dad, sorry I couldn’t come home this weekend…”

“Wha-What no, hunny, I loved the 8 hour drive to see you.” He smiled (extremely) tiredly. “Plus, I don’t think you’ll be visiting home soon after the moose incident and your car.”

“It’s a shame moose don’t abide by the common traffic laws instilled by humans. One of few things we contributed to this world.”

“Well…the moose probably wouldn’t have hit your car if you weren’t speeding…and if cars…didn’t exist. I’d chalk this up to human error still.”

“Say what you will, Pops.” Amanda shrugged, “that moose was out to get me. Me surviving is nothing less than a miracle, final destination.”

Ray would have agreed until he saw that the only thing the moose did was dent her left wheel pretty bad that the metal was embedded into the tire. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” Just remembering that phone call that she had been in an ‘accident’ made his heart rate pick up. A small yawn escaped his lips against his will and his daughter gave him a small look. “What?”

“Dad, I’m serious, if you’re too tired to drive stay the night around here. Getting behind the wheel sleepy is practically as bad as having a moose hit you—“

“—hitting a moose”

“Whatever.”

Ray placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and gave her a small squeeze, “I promise I’ll be fine, I’ll take a break a few times on the road and if I really need to, I’ll pull over and spend the night in a sleazy motel where I’ll probably be more likely to be murdered in the middle of nowhere never to be seen or heard from again.”

Amanda gave him a small frown. “Not funny dad.”

“I’m being serious!”

“Father, if you die, you best have left me with a Will or something!”

“I leave you all my treasures my first born starting with my band shirts from high school”

They shared a deadpan expression until Amanda broke and made a face, “the 80s are so not coming back.” She would never want to inherit her father’s old, outdated shirts from his lame days in band. Without any more jokes, the two stood in front of Ray’s old Chevy. Amanda wordlessly threw her arms around her father and gave him a small squeeze. “Love you dad, text me every time you stop ok?”

“I’ll be sure to update you every mile.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Ray smiled kissing the top of Amanda’s head. “See you next weekend, Manda Panda.” Ray held back the yawn until he was in the car. He waved at his daughter one more time, watching her reflection shrink in his rearview mirror was he pulled out of the college parking lot and began his 8 hour journey back to Maple Bay.

So, it became very apparent to Ray that Amanda was right. He was infact very tired from driving 8 hours to see his girl, be tugged around excitedly only to be driving back home for another 8 hours. Ray slowly started counting the seconds to a minute. He told himself if he could last a minute, then he can last another minute and continued this way until he forgot how to count all together. The roads were getting dark and with a glance to the dashboard he found himself looking at a car that was in need of some gas and at least three more hours of driving left.

He decided for his sake and the sake of his only heir to his fortuneless fortunes he would stop for the night. Ray called Amanda keeping his usual jokes of impending death to a minimum but made sure to bring up the moose one more time for the night. Once he got gas, got a room, and called his daughter one more time just for goodnights there was one more number left to check.

Ray shot a text to Val, who kept him posted about her father’s current situation.

‘Going strong, I’m planning on getting him a phone soon. He really appericates your letters even though and I quote, he rather have a hard one on the rocks. Lol, Val.’

Ray was happy. He was happy Robert was doing something to better himself but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss him. Only a few weeks after Amanda’s graduation party, Rob announced he was going away for a while. He was going to a Rehab center a few hours away but didn’t disclose where and for how long. He didn’t want anyone to be tempted to reach out to him incase…it was ugly. Mary and Ray took turns watching Rob’s house and his beloved terrier while his daughter kept tabs on him and his progress.

According to her he was really making some. That brought warmth to Ray but that didn’t replace the void. He found himself missing those wild nights of ghost hunting and stuttering out laughter. He missed the way Rob looked in his thinking spot, face illuminated by the city skyline. He missed the way Robert smelled like pine, ash and liquor all rolled together into a cologne that was pretty manageable on Ray’s senses.

It was for the best, Ray had to believe it was. Plus Rob’s absence meant hanging out with Mary became a way they both mourned the farewell of their drinking buddy. Mary wasn’t bad once Ray got to know her. Like Robert said once, she really was harmless.

“Ugh…” Ray turned up his nose a bit once he saw the condition of the motel room he was saying in. Now he wished he stayed the night closer to Amanda’s ritzy campus and not in some hot, humid, dusty room in the middle of god-knows-where Nevada. Too late for that now, Ray poked the bed and swore a blanket of dust uplifted and wafted through the air probably spreading decades of disease and unchanged sheets. “Th-the-there is no way I am sleeping in that.” He shook his head and went towards a complimentary chair beside the bed.

Thank God he was working out a little more with Craig. With a slightly more flexible and slimmer frame he managed to curl up in the chair until he was somewhat comfortable looking like a human ball of yarn…

…

“This isn’t working.” Ray spoke out loud. His mind was hazy and tired but his body couldn’t seem to relax long enough for that sleep to seep out of his brain and into the rest of him. Booze would probably help him sleep or anything that would force his body into a slumber. Now that he thought of booze the idea did not leave him. Finally slowly rose from the chair, making sure not to topple back down with exhaustion and opened the door to his room. He followed the dimly lit hallway in search of help or a mini bar nearby.

He walked down, passing a few rooms when a door on his right swung over so fast it nearly smacked him right in the face. “H-h-H-hey!” Ray exclaimed with mild annoyance. “Y-You could have hit me!”

“You could have watched where my door was going to open” a gruff voice grumbled with so much familiarity Ray was in near tears of joy. “Ray?”

“R-Robert?!” Ray didn’t think he’d be this happy to see that rough, bewildered expression again. “Wh-What are you doing here? I thought you-you were going to-to..wait you’re still going to-to rehab?”

Robert’s face took a while to compose itself; his hollowed, dark eyes didn’t look the same. There was a soft light flickering behind those blackened hues. He rubbed a large hand over his facial hair that seemed to be well maintained, then spoke “actually I mass murdered all of them and I’m on the run.”

…

That humor was well missed as well, as long as …it was actually humor. “Did you do it by poising their punch?” Ray included into the joke softly, he earned a small delightful laugh from Robert. His heart soared at the sight of his crinkling smile. “Seriously…what are you doing in a hotel?”

“Rehab is going well, they’re letting me have weekends to myself, test my limits with temptation.” Robert explained, “my rehab center is actually not to far from here…Val…didn’t happen to tell you where I was, did she?”

“Nono! Val kept her mouth shut. At least to me.” Mary could have probably gotten it out of her. “Amanda’s college I about 4 hours away from here, I stopped for the night.”

Robert leaned up against the doorframe, “picked a good spot, here its haunted.”

“Oo-ooh not this again.” Ray stammered a bit and shook his head, “I’m way too tired for Daniel McStrugis, Paranormal extraordinaire.” That was a lie, just looking at Rob. God he looked so good, he looked so healthy. At least…at least that’s what Ray thought. He could just be seeing what he wanted to see. What he hoped so maybe…Rob would be coming back soon… “Anyway…I was just going to…” wait, shit, Ray was on his way to find some ‘adult’ juice to sooth him to sleep. Was he the temptation Robert was training to be able to face? Was he…bad? “take a walk…because I’m uh…not too tired.”

“Can’t sleep?” Robert tilted his head, his body language read ‘I don’t care’ but his voice said something softer. “I know the feeling…I’ve only just started sleeping six hour nights. Before it was impossible, the headaches, the cold sweats, shaking… I felt sick for weeks.” Rob must have seen Ray’s pained expression so he quickly changed his tune. “But its good now, found out I have a thing for Shirley Temples.”

Ray felt a giggle bubble out of him, as well as a yawn. “I hope you mean the fruity soda beverage and not the underage curly cue from that one infomercial.”

“I do like red heads.”

Ouch. His jokes still stung.

“It was…good seeing you Robert.” Ray signaled it was time he left. He wanted to stay, but Rob was in the middle of healing. Ray knew better he knew—

Robert shifted his weight off the door frame and had his arms down at his sides. He looked…vulnerable. “Come inside, lets…talk.”

“Rob I really shouldn’t, I gotta drive in the morning and you, you’ve got you-your thing an-and I…” his stuttering increased as his heart rate did. Rob’s offers to join him usually ended with random car rides or slick invitations to his bed. Both things Ray had also come to miss. “I-I should really not.”

Robert’s eyes looked down at his feet as the words slipped out his mouth almost effortlessly. “I’ve missed you a lot you know…kept all the letters Val forwarded to me.” He looked up and found Ray taking steps towards Robert. The pull was like a magnet, steady and constant. “Just…want to talk to you a bit…I don’t think I can wait 4 more months to see you now that you’re here.”

Ray knew he shouldn’t have. But the moment he walked into Robert’s door all the emotions flooded back. They spoke for hours until dawn. Then and only then did Ray find sleep, he found it while holding Rob’s rough hands. He found it after Rob used his beloved jacket as a blanket to keep him warm while he slept. Ray knew he shouldn’t have, but Robert Small was a very big distraction.

#dream daddy #ddadds #ray robinson #robert small #dadsona #loveyou #uneditted #drabble #yes I'm still doing more of these but a mutual asked so I made a post <3

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