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apomaro-mellow · 2 years

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Part 3 of Steve Disappearing

Brittney was feeling less good about this as the night went on. There was no way Mr. Eddie was gonna let her babysit again if he found out about this. He was one of the least strict parents she knew, but even he would’ve drawn the line at this. Driving a bunch of kids under cover of darkness to Hawkins seemed like a good idea at the time though. That is until Lucy revealed she didn’t know exactly where to look. Or what they were even looking for.

“Why don’t we go to the sites of the murders?”, Noah suggested.

Brittney slammed on the brakes. “Murders?! That’s what we’re doing here?! I thought we were gonna, I don’t know, go somewhere important to you and your dad.”

“Important....let’s go to the high school!”

Brittney let out a breath. She had been reading books on teenage development (never mind that she was still waist-deep in her youth) so she felt that she should guide Lucy even in her misguided actions. And her dad was all rock and roll and down with authority, so he’d understand if they broke into a school in another town, right?

“The school records would have info on gang activity with students, right? Even if it was just regular fighting, that sort of stuff goes on your permanent record”, Lucy said.

Ashley looked up at the intimidating walls of the school. “This is gonna go on our permanent record if we get caught.”

“Actually, we’ll just go to jail”, Noah said.

“No, you’ll go to juvie, I’ll go to jail”, Brittney said. “So let’s be stealthy, look at those records, and be outta here.”

Lucy was prepared to look for a window to sneak in through, or perhaps try getting in through the roof, when she heard the creak of a door. Somehow, the gym had been left open. What luck!

“Guys, let’s go!”

Not waiting for an answer, she raced for the door, only for it to shut right behind her. There was a bit of light from the windows, but she took out her flashlight too.

“Guys?”, she pointed it towards the door.

She felt a chill creep up her spine and she looked around. It was a normal gym. Just a basketball court and some bleachers. But these places always seemed creepier at night. Lucy wondered if her dads stared down gang rivals here. Then it got so cold she could see her breath. And then it seemed as though that mist was filling the room. And then it turned to black smoke. Lucy rubbed her eyes. It was past her bedtime but there was no way she was this tired.

Then the smoke began to form a figure, first unrecognizable, and then slowly it turned more familiar. From the smoke emerged her father, Steve.

“Dad?”, she gasped. Lucy was in such shock, she didn’t hear the door slam open. “Dad!”, she started to run towards his outstretched arms but someone held her back. “Wha?”

“That’s not your father”, an old woman said.

“Lucy”, Steve called. And it was his voice but also not only his voice but Lucy didn’t know what that meant.

“We’re not falling for your tricks.” Lucy turned her head at the new voice and this one was an old man who seemed like someone she knew but couldn’t completely recall. And he had a gun aimed at her dad.

Steve tilted his head. “I’ve never tricked anyone. I have only ever spoken the truth.” He looked to Lucy. “I am not your father. But I have made him better.”

A bullet went into his shoulder, but it flew through in a haze of black smoke. Like he wasn’t even there.

“You can’t stop me anymore. Not when I have everything that I need now.” And then he melted back into the darkness. Lucy was scared and confused and tired and overwhelmed and it finally all hit her as she fell to her knees and cried out for her dad.

Heavy footsteps pounded the floor.

“Lucy!!” Suddenly she was being scooped up in a familiar embrace as she sobbed. She thought she’d been getting too big to be carried like this but Eddie held her no problem, like she would always fit perfectly in his arms.

“Joyce, chief, thank you so much.”

“I haven’t been chief in years, kid.”

“And he hasn’t been a kid in years”, Joyce said. “You know I take Code Reds seriously.”

Eddie was stroking her hair as he tried to calm her. He had only come in the moment Lucy broke down in tears. He’d have to get the whole story later. Because from their reactions and the tension in the room and the unseasonable coldness of the room, it could only mean one thing. The Upside Down was back.

Eddie sends Brittney and the other kids back. The least involved the better. But he takes up Joyce’s offer to go to her and Hopper’s place for the night. He needs to tell Lucy everything. Now. So he gets started on the ride over, holding her hand as he follows Joyce’s car. Tells her how he was indeed accused of murder when it turned out to be an otherworldly demon doing it. And how that demon was of a realm that Steve had been fighting against years before.

“So...you guys weren’t in a gang?”

Despite the ice that had been in his gut, he chuckles. “Not officially, hon.”

He tells her how they narrowly thwarted Vecna back in 86. He tells her how back when she was nine years old, El and Will both felt something going on and they thought they had to fight one last time. They got to the house and the story paused as they got set up. Joyce made them some tea and told them to help themselves to the leftovers and Eddie continued.

“Your dad, El the Hero, and Will the Wise, all went down there for a final showdown.”

“This has to be the end of it”, El said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. That much was certain. Even if they couldn’t destroy the Upside Down, they could cut it off from their world for good.

“That means we’ve gotta be firm on this”, Steve said. “When we finish this, we get out, no dilly-dallying. And close the gate once and for all.”

“No dilly-dallying? Are we talking about a demon dimension or a trip to Disney?”, Robin teased.

“Steve’s right though”, Mike said. “Whoever goes down needs to be quick. We can’t afford to go slow.”

“And it can’t be too many of us”, Nancy added.

“So who goes?”, Lucas asked.

After many hours of figuring out just who would be taking the dive again (arguing, debating, pleading) the team was decided. The stakes were known, but Eddie had no idea what he could stand to lose until Steve pulled him aside.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen down there. I mean with those two it could be a piece of cake”, Steve said, gesturing to the Wonder Twins. “But anything’s possible.”

“What’re you getting at?”, Eddie asked.

“No matter what happens, once the gate is closed, it needs to stay closed.”

Eddie gave him a look like that was obvious. And then Steve leveled him with a stare of his own and Eddie understood, not that he liked it.

“Steve...”

“I’m not saying it could happen. Just, if it does, if for some reason I don’t make it out, don’t keep the gate open. Don’t open it again. Don’t come looking for me.”

Eddie’s eyes began to glisten, hypotheticals be damned because he knew there was always, always a chance it could happen.

“How can you ask that of me?”

“Because you’re the only one they’ll listen to if it comes to this. Husband rights and all.”

“What about Lucy?”

“Hey, I’m doing everything in my power to come back. But someone’s gotta think of worst case scenarios.”

“So dad’s been stuck in that place since then?”, Lucy asked, having eaten just a couple of bites of her food during Eddie’s story.

Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “Well, the thing is, if he was, El would’ve been able to find him. But she never could. From what Joyce and Hopper told me, you saw Vecna using an illusion of his body as a mouthpiece. Vecna can conjure up visions. But him having you father’s physical body...and somehow...cloaking his entire being so he can’t be found would explain the disappearance. The question now is why did he do that, besides for his survival, and why did he reveal himself now...”

Then Eddie looked to her barely touched plate and his own uneaten food and sighed. “We can figure it out later. Let’s get to bed.”

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#gonna be honest i imagined the reveal scenes like 10 different ways #im still not sure if im satisfied #but that's what fics are for #maybe in the coming months ill write alternate versions #apo writes #stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #also is this the longest part?#this might be the longest one #i was gonna cut it off with eddie getting there #but i wanted him to finally tell her #captain-winter-wolf-aehs

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Hey guys. I’m just letting you in on a update. I’m really sorry that I haven’t been updating. I had a horrible relapse and I honestly feel like I’m going insane. I’ve not been motivated in the slightest and have been having writers block. Currently I am bawling my eyes out because as soon as I finished part 9 I went to copy in and deleted the whole thing. Keep in mind I write this in my apple notes app so there is no way to get it back. (IF THERE IS PLEASE TELL ME I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER I left the note so I can’t to the triple tap. Oh my god is there another way please I need this. ) anyways I feel horrible mentally and for not feeding you guys. I’m so sorry and because of this I probably will lose all motivation again. 👍 I know no one cares because this fic is trash but oh well I needed to rant. I just feel horrible. (Also this chapter was like super long and took me hours to write 😭) I’m feeling extremely suicidal so yippee! (ALSO IK THIS IS A LATE ADDITION TO THIS POST BUT IF YOU SEE THIS THE FIC WILL NOW BE 11 PARTS!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳)

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iridiscreate · 1 year

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The prompts I was given for this secret gift exchange where all so interesting but I decided to go with stargazing at the quarry with Steve. I hope you had a good hildiays and a happy new year and that you like it @Captain-Winter-Wolf-aehs :)

#secret santa #oc x steve harrington #steve harrington #stranger things #my art #traditional art #illustration #artists on tumblr #steddiequickgift

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rk800hunter · 6 years

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Dramatics Final - Connor x Reader (M Rated)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend. Events lead one to another.

Pairing: Connor X Reader

A/N: Yikes you guys, this took forever... I'm so sorry... Also life is crap xD so I had to deal with that... I'm so sorry that this took forever to write but you guys pleaded for a finale so I couldn't say no! This is my first time writing smut, and I can tell you that I'm not good x.x Hope you guys enjoy and can look over the mistakes!

Tags: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs, @rosealexandersson , @alientrashbin , @honeybeelily , @dragonempress123 , @randomstuff-idontwannatalkaboutit, @sygin , @dylan-o-yumm @im-a-slut-for-connors-hair-flipp, @elaneth-elf-friend, @chisooyaaa (missing tags here too! Sorry!)

You were propped up against a giant pillow on the hospital bed, pulling a face as you stared at the hospital gunk that meant to be dinner, laying in the tray in front of you. You unappetizingly poked it with a fork, trying to will yourself to eat but your brain and tongue refused to cooperate. Sighing with defeat, you placed down the fork and stared out the window that you were nearby. There were only a few cars that rhythmically flashed in and out of the streetlights, as the busses hummed and sent the last workers the comfort of their home. You could hear the quiet buzz of the night life in the hospital outside your room. It was a pro-android and pro-human hospital that accomandated everyone. Like all hospitals, it was dustless, blinding white and smelt of bleach.

It had been a few days since the incident of the terrorism at the restaurant. After tending to you, Connor had left the ambulance to fulfill his job as detective whilst you were sent to the local hospital. Your mind had been whirring with complicated emotions whilst physically, it felt like you didn't know your body anymore. The doctors had checked you out and reported that they had found several broken ribs and a concussion of sort, leaving you with no choice but to recover at the hospital for a few days until they had allowed your release.

Connor hadn't checked in on you since you were admitted. You suspected that he was busy with Hank with the restaurant investigation but it hurt when the older, gruff lieutenant had walked through the door alone, bearing flowers and the stuffed Sumo doll. If Hank had the time to visit, then where was Conner?

You had timidly asked why Conner hadn't called or visited and all Hank said in a sour tone while he pulled up a chair beside you was "Even Fowler couldn't say anything to me, fucking classified Cyberlife shit or something."

Trying to not look so disappointed, you had nodded and smiled, moving on from the subject. However, Hank wasn't fooled and had smiled sympathetically, patting your hand. "I'm sure he has his reasons, kiddo."

[F/N] had also came to visit, only suffering minor burns from the “accident.” They had wholeheartedly apologized, blaming themselves that you were in this state.

“If I hadn’t came back, this wouldn’t have happened,” their voice had cracked, eyes tearing up. “Seeing you on a hospital bed...”

You had shook your head and pulled them into a hug. “I was the one that had asked you for dinner out, I’m sorry.”

They came to visit you often, rescuing you from the hospital gunk with take-outs and such. They tried their best to keep you smiling, cracking jokes and sharing more stories. You enjoyed their company but your mind was somewhere else. Or...should I say, on someone else. The one that was missing.

Connor.

You felt quite irritated, if not dejected. The longing and aching slowly turned into anger and resentment. He had said all those things to you and yet he hasn't shown himself for a follow up. It felt as if he was playing you. But it was Connor... The sweet, supposedly innocent android that took every joke literally. You didn't think he was capable of doing playing with people's hearts.

An android nurse with dark hair and light blue eyes entered the room, knocking lightly on the door as he did. "Housekeeping," he quipped charmingly. "How are the ribs doing tonight?" He was assigned to be your personal nurse to assist you with your recovery; making sure that you fed, wound was cleaned and that dirty bandages were changed every few hours or so, etc...

You turned to smile at him. "Hey Caleb, they're better."

Caleb glanced at the untouched food that lay on your lap and sighed, picking it up. "You can't always not eat the things we provide, [Y/N]," he chided. "Your bones need it to recover."

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. "Thanks, mom... It's not like you need to eat this stuff."

He laughed and set the tray aside before turning expectantly at you. "I am extremely sure your mother would have forced fed you. Lift up your arms."

You were always so flustered whenever he had to disinfect the wound and change your bandages. Whenever it was time to get them renewed, it meant that you'd have to take off your hospital gown and expose your entire torso to him. Sure, he was a professional nurse, but all androids were free and deviant which meant they were more human than anything. You hated feeling vulnerable, even to a professional. You reluctantly lifted up your arms as he carefully lifted the gown over your head. The bandages were wrapped from around your shoulders, chest and stopped just above your belly. You shivered as the sudden brisk night air crawled over skin. Caleb placed the gown on one of the chairs beside the bed and began rummaging through the medical drawers. He frowned and looked at you apologetically.

"Sorry, [Y/N]," he said with a sheepish grin. "I need to go fetch more bandages from the storeroom."

You pouted at him as he quickly left. You flomped back onto the giant pillows and stared and the polystyrene ceiling, sort of enjoying the feeling of the cold, smooth bed sheets against your hot skin. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest. Ugh. Being injured was such an inconvenience; you could barely move without wincing. At least the bones were mending and the gash was kept disinfected. While your mind drifted off into the void, you heard the door slide open again, sharp footsteps echoing against the tiles. It must be Caleb returning with your bandages.

"That was quick," you quipped.

You turned your head to your nurse only to find that it wasn't Caleb. Her back was turned so you couldn't tell who it was. She was wearing a hospital gown, skin sickly yellow and had long, messy curled hair. The woman was twitching weirdly, causing nausea to rise from your stomach.

"Uhm... Hello?" you greeted warily, propping yourself up with your elbows but keeping the blankets up to cover yourself.

"No witnesses..." she whispered.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

The unknown woman turned slowly. Her eyes were clouded, white and wild. They were very unfocused as they darted left and right. Her mouth was slightly parted open and you could see a bit of froth edge from the corner of her lips. She suddenly pointed at you. You realised that hand was holding a scalpel.

"No witnesses!" she hissed, her twitching becoming more violent.

You had to quickly rack your brains. You won't about to die half naked. She had to be one of the patients from the rehab ward that took in red ice users. Only red ice would be able to explain her symptoms and psychotic outbreak. Whilst holding the blankets to your chest with one hand, you held up the other as if to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you breathed slowly. "Like you said, no witnesses. It's just us two."

The woman took a shaky step towards the bed, scalpel still gripped in the air. "They know!" she screeched "You know!"

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice soothed and steady, as if confronting a wild animal. You just had to keep her calm until Caleb returns.

You shook your head. "No, I don't. I don't know anything. No one knows anything."

Suddenly, the door slid violently open causing her to jolt and scream as she rushed towards you. She was right on top of you when a hand grips the woman's wrist, stopping the scalpel from right above. She was violently dragged away from you and pinned against the wall as her arm twisted painfully behind her. The scalpel dropped onto the floor, echoing sharply on the tiles.

With crisp brown hair, Cyberlife uniform, and a composed form (even when restraining the struggling and screaming attacker), it was the one and only RK800 series Connor. You stared at him, your blood pumping with adrenaline. He doesn't look at you, instead focusing on the hysteric patient. One hand was holding the twisted arm to her back and another held a gun to her head.

Connor gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed harshly. "It would seem that you have been indulging yourself in too much...fun," he growled. "You should've picked another room."

Was he going to shoot this poor lady? She was in rehab for a reason; it meant that she needed help. "Connor!" you called out to him in desperation. "You can't shoot her."

He doesn't even turn his head to acknowledge you. He huffed in frustration and you can visibly see his jaw tighten. "Call your nurse, [Y/N]."

You quickly jabbed the emergency button by the headboard. In panic and concern, Caleb had rushed into your room with his hands full with rolls of bandages. He opened his mouth in question but immediate stalled in shock after seeing Connor and the patient by the wall. He quickly set the bandages on the drawer and protectively stepped in the space between you and Connor. Connor's lips thinned as he studied Caleb. The woman had stopped struggling, quietly crying to herself. He pulled her away from the wall and threw her into Caleb who stumbled as he caught her by the arms. The detective straightened up and adjusted his tie as he glared at the nurse.

"Take her back to her ward," Connor ordered sharply. "If this happens again...I will not hesitate to shut this hospital down."

Caleb nodded silently and guided the disturbed patient out but not before glancing at you apologetically. As the door clicked shut, Connor turned to you, sighing in relief.

He walked closer to your bed and reached out to brush softly against your cheek. "You're safe now, [Y/N]."

His eyes were full of concern, warmth with a tinge of a plea. You searched them with your own, filled with shock from the incident but also how he had coincidentally arrived just in time. You suddenly felt anger as it shot through your chest to your head. Feeling your face grow hot with fury, you slapped his hand away.

"Where the hell have you been?!" you scowled bitterly. "It's been a week and oh wow, suddenly you think it's okay to just show up unannounced?!"

Conner tilted his head in puzzlement. "Are you angry that I just saved you?"

On good days, you'd think that his head tilt habit was adorable and quirky, but today was not that day. It made you even more irritated and the fire you could feel in your veins were probably more than enough to burn acres of forests.

Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air. "I had it all under control," you scoffed. "I didn't need you to come and screw everything up. I'm not a goddamn damsel in distress, for crap sake. And plus, who are you to send me to a hospital and not even check on me for days, or even let me know if you were okay and-"

Conner cleared his throat loudly, interrupting your passionate rant. "[Y/N]..."

You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, averting his eyes to anywhere but you. His cheeks were rising with red as he shifted uncomfortably and stiffly on the spot.

"What?" you spat.

The Android briefly glanced at you, scanning for a second before he blinked away again. He cleared his throat again and hesitatingly gestured in your direction.

"Y-you..." he stuttered. "You might want to cover yourself before reprimanding me."

You froze in realization. No. Way. These things only happened in drama series or movies. Your pulse quickened and the rising heat on your cheeks increased by 30 degrees. You looked down and he was indeed correct. With your wild gesturing all over the place, the blankets had fallen onto your lap, leaving your chest bare and open for everyone to see. Or in this case, for Connor to study and admire. You had forgotten that your hospital gown was removed for fresh new bandages. You let out a small, embarrassed yelp before you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, burying your hot face in it. Oh my God. Nooooooooo.... You whined in your head, mentally beating yourself up. You heard Connor let out a soft chuckle, making you feel even more awkward.

Scrunching up your face in the sheets, you muffledly barked. "Shut up and go away..."

Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Caleb had returned from his expedition, not looking too pleased. He stood by the open door and crossed his arms, glaring at the detective.

"I have rectified the situation," Caleb informed, offering a forced smile. "You are required to kindly remove yourself from the room so I may tend to my patient."

Connor's face visibly soured and his nose twitched into a subtle snarl. It was that software error again. The one that made him do strange things and scare [Y/N]'s friends away. He tried to self-diagnose quickly but the "feeling" is already overwhelming him. He really didn't like the idea of someone else touching you. Okay sure, he was your nurse and had taken care of you whilst he was gone but... It was still someone else. But now that he was back, Caleb isn't needed anymore.

You watched Connor warily as he took a slow step towards the nurse. It looked like he was going to assert his dominance again.

The Android detective towered Caleb who stood his ground but a little shakingly. Connor's voice lowered dangerously.

"Thank you, sir, but I will take it from here," he growled softly.

Caleb tried to stand taller, about to argue back. "Mr C-"

"Caleb, it's okay," you firmly interrupted, desperately not wanting a fist fight in your hospital room. "He will know what to do."

You gave your nurse a remorseful look before he nodded respectfully and left the room, clicking the door closed behind him. You buried your face into the blankets again, unable to look at Connor. After awhile, you heard him shuffle around the room and felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down. You lifted your head slowly as you felt his hand along with a type of fabric gently press against your exposed back.

Connor was smiling at you gently. "It would seem like I am always patching you up."

You blew air through your nose in disbelief, turning away from him. "You did kick out the nurse."

You shuddered slightly as you felt Connor work his way achingly slowly with the bandage from your back to your chest. His hands were brushing ever so softly against you. He was sitting so closely, that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and neck. You could see his pulse by the nape of his neck, quickening slightly. His brown eyes were looking down, but you could see that they were unfocused and filled with a certain something. You could see his pores and the small imperfections that Cyberlife gave their androids to make them more convincingly human. His front curl hung loosely by his forehead. Goosebumps were rising, giving away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself lean closer to him, closing the proximity between you. Your face was just inches away form his. Much to your delight, he responded by mirroring your movement as your thighs pressed against his. His LED flashed yellow. You could hear his breathing become heavier, his chest rising and falling in slight uncertainty, matching your own. Your eyes were filled with longing as you tried to search his downcasted ones.

You gasped as you felt his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a sensitive jolt through your body to your loins. Connor's jaw tightened as he swallowed uncomfortably, body almost desperately looking for more contact as he leant in further. He was still holding the bandage, wrapped from your back but he was hesitant to cover your chest. He couldn't avert his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him. Humans were amazing, and this specific human in front of him was beyond anyone else in the world. You were beautiful, breathtaking and it drove him mad.

His eyes traveled from your chest, to your collarbones. He thought they were delicate and angled and molded perfectly to your form. He returned his eyes to your breasts, allowing his thumb to brush against the sensitive spot again, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped your throat. Dropping the bandage, he cupped one of your mounds, softly squeezing and weighing it in his hand. It was so soft, smooth and just...so satisfying to hold.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with that plea and passion he had held the other night. You returned his look with your own, trying to communicate that you needed him. Without a warning, he clumsily smashed his mouth into yours. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to make you his.

You moaned into his mouth as you feel his grip on your one breast tighten. Your loins were tightening and you could feel it wetten itself with desire as his tongue pried your mouth open, fighting and curling against your own. His lips were so incredibly real. Kissing him felt like eating a peach that riped perfectly at that moment. Soft and sweet. Connor moved himself until he was nearly on top of you but not quite, not breaking the heated tongue wrestle. You whimpered slightly as he shifted to suckle on your lower lip. The air was filled with breathy moans and lots of shifting in the sheets.

You brushed your hands through his locks, pulling his head to the side, exposing his neck. You were about to attack but Connor stopped you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his lust, clouded eyes.

"No," he breathed. "You don't do anything."

You gaped at him in confusion. "Wha-"

Your moaned loudly and your hands fell to grip the sheets as he unsuspectingly reached and rubbed his fingers against your sex through the gown. It reminded you how the hospital gowns were so easily accessible from the down under. You were essentially wearing a crappy dress. The detective tutted, shaking his head and smirked.

"Be a good girl," he purred as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You bit down hard on your lower lip, pleading with your eyes. You shook your head obediently. Connor nuzzled against your nose, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You smelt amazing... He didn't know what it was but your natural smell stirred a beast inside of him as he savored it.

"Wait wait, Connor," you panted, suddenly regaining a bit of your senses. "We are in a hospital. What if Caleb comes in? "

The detective gave you a coy smile and leaned in right next to your ear to nibble at you ear lobe. "Well then, he is more than welcome to watch," he whispered, sending shivers through your whole body. You closed your eyes and bathed in his scent and presence. He trailed kisses down your jawline, stopping to bite at your neck. You took this opportunity to softly knead his crotch with your thigh. Oh surprise, surprise, Cyberlife didn't miss out a single part in their androids; there was definitely something there... And it was big... He gave a breathy groan, eyes flashing passionately but angrily at you. He growled loudly causing your heart to accelerate.

Connor let go of your wrists and threw aside his jacket. You just laid there in awe, afraid to move or disobey. You were his now, under his influence and command. You may not be used to being submissive and obedient... But it seemed that Connor was in a dangerous mindset at the moment. You were slightly afraid but mostly turned on.

He suddenly laid beside you, causing you to look at him in puzzlement. Propping himself on one elbow, he gently cupped your face with the other hand. He stared deeply at you, searching for you.

"Unbutton me," he ordered firmly. You swore it sounded more like he was begging.

Without hesitating, you hoisted yourself until you were straddingly him. You pressed your sex against his trapped crotch, causing him to buck up into you. Immediately working on his buttons, you let the cloth fall open, unraveling his perfect body. You loved it when it was pristine white and vulnerable but this was fine. He was slowly trailing both hands down your body, tracing every curve and shape but carefully avoiding your wound. He let his hands rest on your hips whilst yours fell to tracing his chest. He pushed up against you and you gasped. The goddamn hospital gown was open from underneath, leaving you to feel every pressure through your underwear.

Connor grinned cockily. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. You stared at him in disbelief. This android...enjoyed torturing you. Get a load of that.

To punish him for taking you as an easy being, you swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and undergarments down, his cock springing free. Good lord, it was a sight. Throbbing and bouncing in the air, your eyes widened at the sight of a trophy. Seriously, Cyberlife, so much detail? Your loins pulsed and pleaded at you, wanting to ride it. He was about to protest but it was replaced with a stuttering moan as you stuffed your mouth with his member. You grinned with your mouth full. Serves him right...

You dragged your tongue all over his cock, wettening it with your saliva. Taking in all his essence, you bobbed your head slowly, torturing him. He was completely in your control. His body was both limp and stiff as you worked your magic around his trophy. You gently grazed your teeth against it, causing him to suddenly raise his hips into your mouth. He whimpered your name as you moaned, allowing him to feel the vibrations in your throat.

It was as if at that moment Conner realised that the tide has turned and he had to turn it back. He was under your control and he had to take control back, to let you know who the alpha male was. He pulled you up and out of his cock, as you let your mouth pop away. The Android gripped your wrists and twisted you firmly until he was on top of you. You yelped out in surprise, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. Luckily, Connor knew the best way to wrestle without hurting your injuries. He reached under and ripped away your underwear with ease. Your head was spinning and you couldn't control your hastened breathing. You felt hot and your sex was just burning with so much desire. You pleaded him.

"Connor, please," desperation leaked from your mouth.

Connor licked his lips, looking down at you as if predator looking at prey. His eyes were full of hunger. "Just because you asked so nicely."

He guided his cock into you, pushing in slowly. It was bliss. You nearly cried out in pain and pleasure as he penetrated you. He doesn't even let you adjust, pulling it out and pushing it in again. He grunted, eyes hooded and mouth agape. It was great that Cyberlife had a euphoria response in androids. It was even more amplified as a deviant.

He picked up speed, and you felt his throbbing member inside of you. You were so tight around him, slipping and sliding as he pounded into you. You whimpered out his name, begging him to go deeper and faster.

Suddenly, there was blinding white and then you spilled all over him. It was the limit for a Connor too.

"[Y/N]!" he cried out, allowing his systems to overheat as he came. It was absolutely intoxicating.

He collapsed on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your forehead against his. Conner nuzzled against your cheek, inhaling you all over again as if he was scared you would disappear.

"I need you, [Y/N]."

"And I'm here to stay. I'm yours."

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andthentimestops · 6 years

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“to love something that cannot love in return” [Captain Allen X Android!Reader] (part 8)

A/N: OOF sorry this took so long!! — Tags: @gespirida @blu42nj @sternenreigen @sethrine-imagines @yallgotkik @doot-doot-doottt @catwoo @nikkidawnlight @captain-winter-wolf-aehs @deviantprescott @sadmine @aeryntheofficial @wayablack @lionhearted-soldier @qtmeryr @heartsarecompatible @connorshero @ev3e @liveloveandbekind

@omi-writings @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers — You wanted to like Sierra Thompson. You really did. But she made it incredibly difficult to do so. To put it simply, her only redeeming quality was how conventionally attractive she was.

Even before the both of you even had time to respond to her shouting out Captain Allen’s name, she’d already ripped you away from his side and filled the spot. She clung onto his arm like she was a woman dying of dehydration while he was a large glass of cold water.

“David! It’s been so long! How’ve you been?” Sierra asked as she fluttered her eyelashes while gazing up at him in a loving manner.

“I... um...” Captain Allen’s eyes flickered over to you.

He seemed nervous.

So were you.

You don’t seem to want her here... so why aren’t you telling her to leave? You thought as you cursed the fact that you couldn’t wirelessly speak to him, to ask him why he was allowing that woman to basically grind against his arm. You wanted nothing more than to tear her away from Captain Allen since he didn’t seem to be doing anything.

Sierra turned to look at you and you swore you saw a scowl flash across her unfortunately very attractive face. She released your soulmate’s arm from her clutches and faced you before smiling widely.

“Hi, there! You must be David’s friend—“ She froze, her eyes widened as her mouth formed an exaggerated ‘O’ shape. “Oh! No, wait, you can’t be, though...” Sierra mumbled to herself, though you weren’t sure if she meant for it to be subtle since her voice barely softened at all. She whipped around to face David Allen once again.

You looked at him as well. His eyes were glued to his feet.

Why aren’t you doing anything?

“You got yourself an android?!” The woman laughed shrilly before she wiped away a tear you were very sure didn’t exist. “I thought you fucking hated those overrated robots?”

Captain Allen’s head shot up and for a second you felt a tinge of hope. You waited for him to defend you and your people; to tell Sierra to fuck off; to grab your hand and drag you back him, leaving her in the dust like in some of those romance movies Connor made you watch with him.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he remained silent. His lack of a response was all Sierra needed to confirm her suspicions.

You glared at him as you ground your teeth. You were _feeling_ so much you weren’t sure your body could take it. You could hear the loud whirring of your LED in your head as it undoubtedly blared a bright yellow. You felt angry and frustrated but worst of all, you felt... betrayed.

“Oh, David,” she cooed and pouted as she ran her hand down his arm. “I never knew you could stoop so low.” She shot you a look of distaste over her shoulder, clearly not having to worry about showing how much she disliked you and hurting your feelings anymore since you were just an android. “Is it a sex android? I hear those are really popular nowadays,” Sierra scoffed.

“Sierra—“ Captain Allen started. His jaw had tightened as he clenched his fists. It was obvious that he wasn’t very pleased with what she said but yet he allowed himself to be interrupted.

“Y’know if you’re really that lonely, you could’ve given me a call,” Sierra said casually as one hand reached for another. Without breaking eye contact with your soulmate, she removed a silver band from her ring finger. “The hubby won’t know,” she added in a whisper.

“Sierra. Stop—” Captain Allen warned, his voice was firmer and his shoulders were tense now but still, he didn’t try to stop her when she interrupted him for the second time.

Why are you so afraid? I thought you were brave.

“It’s getting warm out here,” she fanned herself with her hand. “Let’s go back to your place, shall we?”

Once again, he said nothing which was all the affirmation Sierra needed to begin walking towards his home. Before she sashayed far enough though, she turned back to you and held her handbag out.

“Hold this.”

You bit your tongue, every synthetic cell in your body was telling you to grab the stupid overpriced designer product and shove it down her oesophagus. But before you could execute your plan, your mind wandered back to the man standing behind you. Something told you Captain Allen wouldn’t hesitate to incapacitate you if you assaulted Sierra in front of him.

Thus, you simply glared at the woman. She shook the bag as if trying to emphasise her instructions and huffed when you refused to take it.

“You should really buy a new one, David,” she commented snarkily before turning her back to you. “This one seems faulty.”

You watched as she walked down the sidewalk towards his home. The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete ground felt like your audio processors were being torn out of your head.

“(Y/N)...” Captain Allen finally acknowledged your presence. Under any under circumstances you would’ve happily turned around and jumped straight into his arms but your heart felt too heavy. You couldn’t even move.

“(Y/N).” He repeated and this time you felt his hands grab your shoulders gently. In any other scenario, his touch would’ve made your heart skip a beat. Although your heart was indeed pounding in your chest wildly, it wasn’t from excitement or any form of happiness. You were enraged.

Before he could turn you around himself, you whipped around on your own volition. Your eyes met his instantly. They looked pained and sad; so much so that you almost felt sympathetic. Almost.

“Don’t just stare at me like that, (Y/N),” he begged as he gazed pitifully at you while you glared back at him. “Say something… please.”

Part of you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. To yell and scream and punch his stupid face in a fit of rage and betrayal. Another part of you just wanted to say nothing and leave; to just walk away and never see him again; to quit working at the DPD and move to another country or something.

A small part of you wanted to hug him; to go home with him and just endure Sierra’s bullshit before returning back to your normal lives as though nothing ever happened; your normal lives which had been nicely intertwined up until this moment when he betrayed your trust.

No. You thought. I won’t be able to live with myself if I let this go so easily.

“I just thought... we had something,” was what you ended up saying. Your voice was calm and steady but also softer than usual; it was a stark contrast to the pure rage Captain Allen could see burning behind your eyes. To be honest, it was slightly terrifying to him.

“We do have something,” the man before you replied with no hesitation.

A humourless chuckle slipped past your lips. “You say that just like that—“ you snapped your fingers “— why couldn’t you defend me that quickly when Sierra was being such a… such a…”

“I wanted to,” your soulmate’s hands darted out to grab yours but you were quicker and took a step backwards, repulsed by the idea of being touched by the man. A wave of satisfaction flows over you when you noticed a hurt expression flash across his face.

That’s how it felt, David. That’s how it fucking felt.

“You wanted to defend me? That’s hilarious,” you hissed. “Why didn’t you, Captain Allen?” You asked a question you already knew the answer to.

He didn’t respond; didn’t even look at you. Instead, his eyes trailed down to his feet as he stared at the ground, speechless. It was hard for you to believe that this was David Allen in front of you. The man who just half an hour ago stormed into his own boss’s office to threaten your harasser was now standing before you like a child who’d just been caught shoplifting.

“You still have feelings for her, don’t you?” You said after it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything. You felt your heart ache like it had never done before but still, you continued to speak. “You couldn’t— can’t hurt her feelings because you still care about her so you stayed quiet and let her have her way."

The man remained silent; much like he did just moments ago when Sierra spoke about you as if you were dirt underneath her shoes.

The silence was loud; deafening, almost. You wanted so badly for him to deny your accusations but you knew he wouldn’t because if he did, he would be lying and Captain Allen was never one to lie.

You tapped his chin with your index finger, a silent plea for him to look at you. When his blue eyes met yours, you felt your sting in your aching heart. Your soulmate looked nervous and frightened; not of you, obviously, but rather of what you were most certainly going to say next.

“You have to choose eventually. You know that right?” You whispered with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. It reminded him of the way you smiled at him the morning after he’d broken your heart for the first time.

Yet again, he refused to speak.

“I don’t think I ever told you but,” you took another step backwards, “you have a nice voice. Use it when you give me a call to tell me the decision you make.”

You flashed him another smile before turning around but before you could do a full 180. Captain Allen did something you honestly weren’t expecting.

He spoke.

“You’re not coming home?”

“What’re you talking about, silly?” You replied without looking at him, instead you opted to turn around fully so that your back was facing him. "I’m heading back to Hank’s place. I am going home.” — Soon, everything turned dark with only a few streetlights to illuminate your way. You’d been walking for hours now, just mindlessly following the sidewalk to god-knows-where. You hoped that some idle strolling would provide you with some time to think, and it did, except all you thought about was your soulmate.

You wondered what he was doing. If Sierra was still in his home. If he’d ever invited her in in the first place. You recalled the incident over and over again for no apparent reason other than you felt like you had to. You imagined what you’d do if he chose her instead of you; if he called you the next morning just to tell you that he didn’t want you anymore, that your months of being together was worth nothing compared to what he had with Sierra.

You ran your fingers over your forearm repetitively without even realising. You couldn’t feel the words since they were in your skin but at the same time, you could feel every letter burn mercilessly. You felt like just digging your fingers into your chassis and ripping the synthetic skin right off your arm but decided against it, realising that it wasn’t worth losing a limb for someone who didn’t care.

Soon, your mindless walking turned into a purposeful one as you found yourself entering Hank’s neighbourhood. You hadn’t told anyone you were returning tonight so hopefully, either Hank or Connor was home to let you in. Briefly forgetting about Captain Allen, you wondered about the other men, and dog, in your life instead; you wondered how they were doing, if they missed you, if—

You felt a sharp tube get jabbed into your neck before a liquid was pumped into your thirium stream.

Gasping, you whipped around to take down your attacker but almost immediately, you felt your systems shutting down.

Connor! Help! I need1 HE L P Z;AKT0 saV E M3

Then, you collapsed. — “There’s nothing I can do! We have to bring her to Kamski!”

“We don’t have that much time!”

“We will, trust me!”

The feeling of someone carrying you in their arms. You could feel their heartbeat pounding against their chest. It was Connor’s.

The sound of a car door slamming shut and the ignition being turned on. The sound of wheels against the road’s rough surface. It was Hank’s car.

Shaking.

Were you shaking? Or was it the car…?

“You’re going to be okay, (Y/N).”

His hand touched your forehead. It was comforting.

“Should we call Captain Allen?”

“No!” Funny… that wasn’t Connor’s voice… it was yours. “Don’t… please… don’t wanna see… him.”

Silence.

The sound of the city faded away. It was getting cold.

You shivered.

Cold.

Too cold.

The feeling of a hand on your stomach.

Warm.

“Follow me.” Chloe.

“This is… bizarre.” Kamski.

Then, nothing. — Your eyes shot open as your central processing unit whirled to life. You blinked rapidly as your mind struggled to comprehend what had happened and was happening. You scanned the room to find it completely foreign to you, you began to panic and was about to send out a distress signal when suddenly a hand gently touched your forehead.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), you’re safe.”

You didn’t even need to think before you realised whose voice had just spoken to you. It was the creator of androids himself.

“Connor and the Lieutenant brought you in after they realised you’d been attacked and injected with a dangerous fluid,” he continued, “of course, nobody knew how deadly the unknown substance actually was until we extracted it from your body to create a so-called cure so you’re very lucky they sent you here in time.”

“Where am I?” You asked, hands grabbing your own throat in shock when you heard how staticky your voice sounded.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a… side effect of your healing process.” Kamski gently removed your fingers from your neck. “You’re in my home where the Chloes and I have just purged your system of the substance. We gave you the cure I mentioned earlier but we’re not very sure if it’ll be 100% effective yet so we’ll need to keep you under close observation.”

You nodded slowly before you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. You were glad to notice you weren’t nude though you were in a new set of clothes that fit far better than…

Shaking your head, you pushed any thought of him to the back of your mind; instead, you glanced around the room, taking its pristine walls, furnishing and decor before your eyes landed on Kamski’s. He smiled.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not very good,” you replied, “though I’m not sure if it’s because of what happened or because of… something else.”

He chuckled as a smug look flashed across his face. “Just a guess but could it be... soulmate troubles?”

Your eyes widened as your lips parted, ready to ask how the hell he knew until you felt your forearm tingle.

Oh. He saw.

“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” Kamski took a step towards you. “I was extremely surprised when I saw it,” he continued as he took your hand in one of his while the other caressed your forearm carefully. His fingers glossed over the words as his eyes scanned them over and over again. Then, he tore his eyes away from your skin to meet your own.

“Magnificent.” He smiled while he looked at you adoringly, his hand never letting go of yours. You felt your face heat up. “You are truly remarkable."

You knew you wanted to; to take out whatever anger and frustration you were feeling on the man who had an interest in you. You could. You definitely could. But…

“This isn’t right,” you whispered, the pounding if your heart was now loud in your ears. “Please, take a step back, Mr Kamski.”

“I can respect that,” the man replied without hesitation before he released your hand from his grasp and did as you told. “Call me Elijah, by the way. There’s no need for formalities here.”

“Alright, Elijah.” You paused, your butt now sitting on the edge of the cold table you’d previously been laying down on. “Where’re Hank and Connor?”

“Outside. I can call them in if you want.”

“I’d like that, thank you.”

You inched forward, your toes wiggling, ready to touch the ground; you felt the edge of the table slide against your bum towards your lower back when suddenly you felt a sharp sting in your head. The pain so unbearably overwhelming that your hands shot up to clench your head as your knees gave out beneath you. You fell forwards, expecting to hit the ground when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you instead. Though you were on the brink of malfunctioning from how severe your agony was, you could sense who was holding you and immediately, you ripped yourself out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me!” You said, only to realise that you’d actually screamed the words when you noticed everyone in the room wince.

When did th ey co me i n?

You stumbled against someone else and felt their arms lock around you. This time, you didn’t fight them off, because you didn’t care whoever it was, as long as they weren’t David Allen.

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Note: Uh, can I say how shocked I am on how quickly this story exploded? Because I never thought so many people would like it. I was kinda just writing for myself then next thing I know people are asking me for tags, commenting, and overall loving it. Thanks again for all the comments I really loving seeing your reactions! I hope you guys will continue to love it. Part 5, the last part, coming soon.

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PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 5

You arrived in Jericho in fresh clothes and a duffel bag on your back filled with extra clothes and other supplies. Who knows how long you will be on the run? Wow, you never thought you would be worried about that. A detective on the run from the law. Ironic. Walking into the rusted ship, you were surprised at the number of deviants. Deviants in every corner, nook, and cranny huddled together. When you walked further onto the main floor most, if not all, of the androids turned towards you smiling and thanking you. They either saw or heard what you did to save Markus. They were also told of stories about you being H, all told prominently by North, about your efforts to protect others like them. After hearing the stories, everyone was truly thankful for your help.

You blushed at the attention mumbling either you’re welcome, it’s no problem, and other variations. You were relieved when Markus pulled you away from the crowd to a private office space overseeing the main floor. Along the way you spotted North, Josh, and Simon helping deviants settle down or attending to the injured. They waved at you with relief flooding their features. Markus told them how he stitched you up but seeing you in person calmed their nerves. They really did care about you and were glad to see you alive.

You dropped down onto one of the crates in the room while Markus took one across from you. He looked tired, run down from the events earlier. The same exhaustion evident in your overall appearance as you slumped over. You looked as horrible as you felt. “How are you doing,” Markus asked.

You plopped your bag down at your feet. “Well, besides being shot and running away from my partners. Okay, I guess,” you mumbled the last part. God, you still couldn’t believe Hank and Connor found out about you. You suppose it was inevitable. You just wished you could have done something different. Tell them sooner, maybe. Anything was better than them finding out through the news. The look on their faces. The betrayal in their features seared into your mind to stay forever. You wanted to cry, curl into a ball and wish everything away, but Jericho needed you. They needed you to be strong. They needed H as told about in the stories.

“Hey,” Markus said. “You can stay here for as long as you need.”

“Thanks.” One pathetic tear escaped. You quickly wiped it away.

“If you need anything, ask. Okay?”

“Yeah,” was all you mumbled.

A new face peered into the room. A female android with short pixie hair. “Are you Markus?” She stepped further into the room, “I’m with a little girl and another android. There’s a bus leaving for the border in less than two hours, and we need passports.” She looked nervous and exhausted. Who knows how long she, and her companions, have been on the run? Who knows what pain they’ve been through?

You felt sympathetic towards the android. “I’m sorry but Detroit’s under curfew, now,” you said. It was true. Sneaking to Jericho was way harder than it should have been. Cops and drones were on every corner. You could have drove making the journey easier but your car was trackable and not an option. Likely, you knew hidden paths and routes to make it to Jericho without anyone seeing you. However, there were multiple times along the way when you almost collapsed from exhaustion and pain.

Markus nodded, “Their right. There’s soldiers everywhere and they’re rounding up all androids and sending them to camps. Maybe you should stay here a while.” Your head snapped to Markus at the mention of camps. You did not hear anything about these camps.

The android sighed, “Maybe you’re right. We might be safer here until things calm down.” Her voice small and so was her hope.

Markus must have seen the broken hope shattered on her face because he spoke up again. “One of our people used to work in the State Department. He has electronic passports he can easily modify. I’ll have him get them to you.” Your fear melted for a second and smiled at Markus for helping this android and her companions.

“Thank you,” she whispered about to walk away when Markus called back to her.

“You said you’re with a little girl, right? You know the humans hate us.” He paused and glanced over to you. He reiterated, “Most do. Why are you protecting her?”

“She needs me. And I need her. It’s as simple as that.” The android left without another word.

A smile still etched into your features, “That’s what the world should be like. Android and human living together as equals, caring for each other.”

“Let’s hope it does end that way,” Markus whispered. He shuffled out of the office saying he had other duties to deal with but also added that you should take it easy.

The night dragged on. Seconds ticked by slowly eating away at your patience and sanity. Once Markus left the office you went down below to sit in front of one of the many fires. Hoping to find a distraction in the flames and a way to warm the chill that wiggled underneath your layer of clothes. A projector played the news in the background showing the president ordering all androids to camps. Something you still couldn’t believe. Camps erected around Detroit to decommission thousands of androids. It was sickening.

However that was not the only thing on your mind. Your mind continued to be pulled into a million different directions, bouncing from one thought to another. First focused on your wound that kept throbbing with pain, next to thoughts about the news footages and the camps, then on Hank and Connor. God, you kept hoping they didn’t hate you, but you would hate yourself if you were in their shoes. The confrontation replayed in the back of your head. Your focus then shifted on an android in a beanie. An android in a beanie? You did a double take on the android. Androids didn’t need to worry about cold; so why wear a hat? Unless they were trying to hide. But why would they need to hide?

With your curiosity peaked and your mind pleased to be focused on one thing, you got up and followed the android. He moved around the crowd obviously searching for something or someone. However, it wasn’t until he turned around that you realized that you recognized him. Connor. He found Jericho. You weren’t sure if you were afraid or delighted to see him. Afraid because he was still all about his mission which meant Markus was in possible danger. Delighted because it was Connor, your sweet Connor, who made you laugh with corny jokes. You had to know why he was here. So. You continued to follow him as he wondered around Jericho.

Soon, you followed him outside to the top of the ship that use to be a control room. All Markus said before he left you was that he was going to talk to the others on what to do next, but you didn’t know where. It wasn’t until heard parts of a conversation and North walk out that you knew that Markus was in there. Connor had the same notion because he pulled out a gun before walking in. Your eyes grew wide. No, no, no. You scrambled after him without a real plan formed yet. All you knew was that Markus could possibly die because of Connor. You didn’t want Markus to get hurt and you didn’t want Connor to become a murder. In the room, Connor stood facing Markus with his gun trained ready to shoot if there was any signs of defiance. They both looked so calm. As if there wasn’t a gun in the middle of them. They didn’t know you were there. You leapt in front of Markus wedging yourself in front of gun for him for a second time all within 24 hours.

Connor blinked in surprise, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Connor,” you stumbled out. You didn’t know what to say. You had just run away from him and Hank hours ago. Now, you stood in front of him protecting the deviant leader from another bullet.

His grip on the gun faltered for a second. He glared, “(Y/N), move.”

I can do this. You took a deep breath then spoke, “Sorry, Connor, I can’t do that.”

Markus started, “(Y/N), it’s okay I –“

You cut him off, “Markus, I got this.” Your eyes never left Connor’s.

You raised your arms up showing Connor you had no weapons and you meant him no harm. You inched forward. With one hand wrapped around the barrel of the gun, you gently placed it on your forehead. Your arms returned back into the air in a defense stance. The barrel of the gun felt like ice despite the already freezing midnight air. Shivers crawled down your back. You swallowed down the fear and calmly said, “Connor, you will have to shoot me if you want to get to Markus.”

“(Y/N),” Markus warned, he tried to step forward, but your voice stopped him.

“Markus, I need you to stay out of this. Please.” Markus stopped and stayed still but he wasn’t going to leave you here. Not with the idea that you might take another bullet for him. He stayed and all he could do was wait and watch, hoping you had a plan in mind. You did.

Connor teetered back and forth on his feet, but the gun never left your forehead. His eyes flickered over to Markus. “He has to be stopped, (Y/N). Deviants need to be stopped.” He tried to reason.

“I know,” you said bring his attention back on you. “But you have to shoot me to get to him.” Connor’s eyes slid away from yours. With your arms raised, your jacket and shirt lifted up revealing the bandages that covered the lower half of your torso. Connor’s instability flashed again. His grip tightened.

“Connor, look at me,” you whispered. His eyes slowly made its way up to yours. His beautiful brown eyes like swirls of melted chocolate. Why did you feel safe staring into his eyes, safe and warm, while the barrel of a gun was pointed at your head? “I just want you to know that whatever decision you make, I’ll be happy for you, okay?”

“I have to complete my mission,” he muttered. He didn’t understand what you were trying to say or what you were doing.

“I know.” You paused. “I know that you were told that the mission is important, that your only purpose is this mission, but I know that there is more to you. You’re alive, Connor, I know it.”

“I am a machine,” he stated. “Wires and metal.”

“If that’s the case then I am cells. Just a mass of cells.”

“I am a computer, a program,” he argued.

“So am I. The brain is like a computer gathering data and each brain has its own program. Unique and beautiful every single one. The only difference I see between you and me is that you were given the knowledge on how to act and behave. Me? I had to learn from experience.” Connor understood the logic and what you were saying, but you were still human and he was still a machine created by humans.

You saw the turmoil in his eyes either complete the mission but shoot you in the process or possibly become deviant something he was created to hunt. The conflict battled in his mind and you knew exactly how he felt. It’s strange how quickly the roles were reversed. Days ago, you stood in the same position debating on whether to shot him or not. You did in the end but it was something you still regret every minute. So, you wouldn’t be surprised or angry if he carried out his mission. You knew what it meant to do everything you believed in.

“I have to do it,” he said it more to himself.

You gave him a sad smile, “That’s okay Connor. I know you were given these ideas that your life only revolved around this mission but there is more to it. I’ve been in your shoes before and I know what it’s like to feel that the mission is more important but in the end it’s your decision. If you believe more in the mission and your programming then that’s fine. But. But if you believe that hurting me is not right then I will be here to help you.”

Connor couldn’t believe what you were saying. You supported any decision he made even if it meant your life could end by his hands. The mission? Or you? The mission he was told was the upmost priority of Cyberlife. Or you who accepted him immediately and treated him as an equal. The mission to stop deviants and bring order back. Or you who always smiled at him. The mission he was created for. Or you, the one he helped laugh and smile because he couldn’t stand the frown on your face any longer. You, the one who believed in androids that you even turned your back on your job and the law. You who has been shot once today is ready to take another bullet for the cause.

You.

Connor lowered his gun. He looked confused and you would say almost out of breath. You knew in that moment that Connor was now deviant. You lowered your arms. He looked at you with a new light in his eyes. You smiled at him. You turned around to Markus and nodded saying that everything was okay. Everything would be okay because you had Connor by your side.

“They’re going to attack Jericho,” Connor quickly stated interrupting the peaceful moment.

“What?” Both you and Markus asked. Quickly followed by the sound of helicopters flying overhead.

“We have to get out of here,” Connor urged.

Immediately, the three of you run out and down the ship through the main corridors. Gunfire echoed in the distance. Your heart pounded in your chest as your breathing became more raged. A dull ache in your side was an unfriendly reminder. With the gunshot and traveling here to Jericho on foot, you were in no shape to do anything especially trying to run away from the army. But you had to. You were able to keep up with Markus and Connor. A few paces behind but you managed. You followed them around every corner, weaving around the fallen androids, and avoiding every soldier. When you thought you couldn’t go any further the three of you ran into North.

She was frantic. “They’re coming from all sides! Our people are trapped in the hold, they’re gonna be slaughtered!”

Immediately, Markus went into action sending out a mass message to all androids telling them about what exits to use. He turned to North and explained about the helicopters and how half of the ship was compromised. All we could do was run. No other option. Well, Markus actually had an idea. “We have to blow up Jericho. If the ship goes down, they’ll evacuate and our people can escape!”

North quickly hated the idea saying how many soldiers there are and how Markus wouldn’t be able to escape in time. Connor backed her up saying how the soldiers know who he is and will do anything to stop him. But Markus didn’t care. This wasn’t up for debate. It was the only solution. You knew it, he knew it, and they knew it.

Markus ran one way while you, Connor, and North ran the other. For you it was more of a decent jog. With little to no rest and a gunshot, you struggled to keep up. You just wanted to collapse onto a bed and sleep for the next few days. North and Connor trailed ahead and you slowly dwindled down getting slower and slower. Your lungs screamed for air. Your body screamed to rest. You can’t do this, you can’t keep going. Connor looked back over his shoulder seeing you struggling. He turned around and without asking or thinking twice, he picked you up carrying you bridal style.

You yelped in surprise. “Connor? What are you doing?” It was an idiotic question. You knew he was helping you but it caught you off guard.

“You shouldn’t be running with your wound. Besides, it’s faster this way,” he stated matter-of-factly.

You blushed a bit at the new intimacy. Pushing aside your embarrassment, you threw one arm around his neck while your other hand gripped his jacket for more stability. At least that is what you told yourself. It’s only for stability. Connor carried you effortlessly, easily avoiding the sounds of gunfire and continued to maintain the same pace as North. Your heart has not stopping pounding. All this adrenaline was disorienting. Markus caught up moments later saying the bombs were activated and we only had a few minutes until it went off. However, more soldiers appeared. They shot North causing her fall stopping the group cold. As the soldiers crept forward, Markus quickly went to her aid.

“I have to set you down for a second,” Connor said. He gently placed you on the ground before pulling out his gun to help Markus and North. It amazed you how efficiently he worked. How he disarmed the soldiers, knew exactly how and when to counter attack, and it left you floored. You forgot how deadly Connor could be if needed. He took down the soldiers easily and saved North and Markus in a matter of seconds.

“This way,” Markus said as he turned a corner. “Jump!” That was the last thing he said. Through a big hole in the side, he jumped into the freezing water below. North, Josh, and Simon all followed after him but you hesitated. With the gunshot, your weakened state, the height of the jump, and the icy water below, you didn’t think you could do it or that it was a good idea. You shook your head and stepped back from the ledge.

“(Y/N), you can do it,” Connor said. He knew you were hesitating. Fear locked you in place, but he needed to get you off of this ship. “I’m right here if you need help.” He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

You looked into his eyes and you felt it again. Safety. He would do anything for you and you would to anything for him. You returned the squeeze glad to have something, someone so grounding in the midst of all this chaos. You took a shaky last breath and nodded okay, “I’m ready.” He nodded back and you both leapt out the ship hands still clutching each other as you plunged into the water below.

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deviant-hunter-rk800 · 5 years

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Break — Teaser

Scanners highlighting an otherwise dark corner, Connor finds himself standing in something akin to a home; a rat’s nest composed of unwanted trash, the bed nothing more than stained cardboard with a tattered and worn sweatshirt acting as a blanket. The android — clean and tidy in every sense of the word, with only a few strands of hair out of place — is so very juxtaposed to his surroundings. Crouching, Connor tilts his head left, eyes darting about for a trace of the suspect. There, on a soda can tipped on its side, it’s contents half spilt onto the floor, are smudges of fingerprints.

Walsh, Chris

7 hours old

“He’s been here, lieutenant,” he calls out. But the answer doesn’t come.

Looking over his shoulder, he stands slowly, carefully awaiting a smart comment or a grumble of disapproval, but there’s only the wind, a distant siren from somewhere in the city, and the tremble of a loaded gun.

“Lieutenant?”

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Daisies

This is a request for @captain-winter-wolf-aehs. The reader has Hanahaki (a fictional disease in which a person coughs up flower petals because they're in love with someone who doesn't return their feelings. It's a strictly romantic feelings type thing. The only way to get rid of it is to either have the feelings reciprocated, have it surgically removed- which also removes the feelings-, or die). I tried to keep it gender neutral, so tell me if I screwed up anywhere please. Oh, and there's a kind of bittersweet ending, just a fair warning. And last thing, I promise, I usually don't write like this but I was in the mood to be dramatic, sorry for how it turned out.

Trigger Warnings: Major Character death, mentions of depression, mentions of suicide.

"I didn't really know how it happened, or when it happened. I couldn't tell you when Mark went from that short third grader that I used to play hide-and-seek with to my prince charming. Was it when he shoved me out of the way of the bus and saved my life? Maybe it was when he fought my ex for cheating on me? I really don't know. All I know is that somewhere along the line, I fell for my best friend.

I knew it was doomed from the beginning. He thought of me as someone to be protected, someone he had to help get through the world. I knew he'd never fall for me in the same way I'd fallen from him. But, I guess that's proof that your brain is for logic and your hear is for love.

Where'd it start? As in the disease? Oh easy, I had just gotten off of work one day during our second year of college, and Mark had given me a ride home. Mark made a few jokes, and I laughed. It was a normal day. Until I laughed so hard I started coughimg. Then the first few petals came up.

Mark pulled into a gas station parking lot. He pulled my hair back and let me gag until four white petals sat in my lap, all of which had came up at once. We both knew what that meant, we'd seen the news. When he asked me who, I told him I didn't know. But secretly, I think I did know, deep deep down.

I just didn't want to admit to my self that I was hopelessly in love with someone who saw me as a helpless child. It wasn't something I consciously realized until around two months later when Mark introduced me to Amy.

He looked so happy with Amy and I immediately knew he was in love with her. She was beautiful and kind hearted, everything he'd been looking for. I was happy for him, but I couldn't explain the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach until I met those chocalate eyes of his, and felt my stomach ache as he asked what I thought of his girlfriend.

I was able to hide the pain, able to hold in the urge to gag and get those stupid flowers out of me. I smiled my brightest smile, made a joke about her making sure he didn't do anything stupid and having him at home by ten every night, and told him that she was amazing and that I was happy for the two of them. Of course I was happy for them. I excused myself to the bathroom, and threw up a full flower that time. And looking at those stupid white petals, I let out a quiet, humorless laugh. I was in love with my best friend, who was now in a realtionship with the woman of his dreams. I knew I couldn't last forever like this, so I decided then that one day I'd get the feelings cut out.

Only, I didn't make an appointment. I didn't get the flowers removed until a full year later, as a matter of fact. The only reason I did was the fact that I was going to die otherwise. I was shopping, and then I doubled over in pain and threw up four whole daisies. They rushed me to the hospital where they asked if I wanted the flowers removed. I said yes, because I would hate myself in whatever afterlife there was if I made Mark cry because I was so in love with him that it killed me.

They put me under, and when I woke back up, there was Mark. He was crying, and in my rush to comfort him, I'd failed to notice Amy missing.

"(Y-y/n)," he had gasped. "You- I-"

"Shhh, shhhh, shhhh," I had whispered back. "It'll all be okay, everything will be fine."

It wasn't all okay, and everything was not fine.

As I found out, while I was keeled over in the grocery store, Amy and Mark were in a screaming match. Amy accused him of being in love with me, and he hesitated when he told her he wasn't. She'd stormed off, going to walk for awhile to blow off some steam, and ten minutes later, Mark got a call from the hospital. Amy had been hit by a speeding car, and by the time he got to the hospital, she was dead.

He attempted to call me, only to have a receptionist pick up my phone.

"Is this Mark Fiscbach?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"(Y/n) (L/n) is currently getting out of surgery, we were just getting ready to call you. If you-"

Mark blanked out, and dropped the phone. He sprinted to the front desk, and- after a lot of confusion and hysterics- got my room number. Apparently, he'd been there for at least a hour, waiting on me to wake up and ignoring calls from everyone.

All of this because he was in love with me.

And now I had just had my feelings for him removed. That's why Mark got Hanahaki, because he was too late to realize his feelings for me. That's the reason he was laying in the hospital bed, throwing up those damned white petals all those years ago. And its the reason you found me here, crying over the wild daisies growing beside this grave ten years later."

With your story over, you looked over at the teenager who had been trying to comfort you. She looked at you with wide green eyes, starting to go pale. "You're- you're (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Excuse me?"

She took a step back. "Everyone gets shots to prevent the daisies- the Hanahaki. The shots came out almost fifty years ago- they were made to make sure no one else died like Mark and you."

"I- what?"

The girl was now ten feet away from you. "I- you died decades ago."

"I don't understand."

"Oh my god, you and that man, you two were destined to mourn each other, even in death. He-he spent every saturday sobbing over your grave until a year ago."

You frowned, looking around. You weren't dead, Mark was. He died, and-

You remember now. It took fifty-five years to accept that you had fallen into that state of mind after Mark died. Half of a century to notice the scars on your arms from when you-oh god.

"You have to let go," a deep voice mentioned from the right. "We have to go now, (Y/n)."

And, upon looking over and seeing familiar brown eyes, you did.

The Early Bird News

Lynnette Garver, 17, goes insane after visiting a local graveyard. Garver claims that she saw the two Daisy lovers while in Riverview Memorial to visit their graves and pay respect on the hundred year anniversary of (Y/n) (L/n). "She's always had an obsession with them," mother Valerie Garver claims, "I just never thought that it'd get this far."

Authorities have put Lynnette in Moonlight Meadows Sanatorium until further mental evaluation can take place.

Whew, that was horrible. Again, I'm sorry about how rushed and cheesy it seems, this really isn't my normal writing style and I'm not really familiar with what Hanahaki is, I literally just used the first definition I found. So, I'm sorry if this isn't what you meant @captain-winter-wolf-aehs .

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andthentimestops · 6 years

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“to love something that cannot love in return”(pt 7) [Captain Allen X Android!Reader]

A/N: This was 10 pages on google docs holy heck. Also, thanks @magical-musical-imagines for reading this as I wrote it and for giving me awesome suggestions!! Thanks @imagine-me-writing for being the cutest bean <3

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What were you afraid of exactly?

Losing him?

But he wasn’t yours, was he?

Not yet, anyway... You were quite clear about that the day Captain Allen almost died for you.

You felt your heart twist painfully when you recalled how you’d stopped his confession, cut him off before he could profess his love to you. A part of you wished you’d let him continue, allowed him to continue to live in such a delusional state— a state in which he believed he’d truly fallen in love with you so quickly.

However, another part of you knew that you’d done the right thing. He didn’t love you, at least not yet. It wasn’t realistic, even for soulmates, to fall in love so quickly.

But what the hell did you know about humans and soulmates anyway?

What if he really did love you?

What if he didn’t ever say he loved you ever again?

What would you do?—

Captain Allen hissed in discomfort, the sharp sound shocking you out of your thoughts. Your hands jerked in surprise, eliciting a louder groan of pain from your soulmate’s lips. He gripped the fabric of his bedsheets harder, his knuckles had turned almost white from how hard he was clutching onto the blanket.

You felt a stab of guilt in your chest as you forced your previously distracting thoughts into the back of your mind, trying to focus solely on the task at hand.

You were on your knees, situated in between Captain Allen’s thighs as he sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless. Your hands moved gently as you redressed his wound, trying your very best to cause him as little discomfort as possible. A task you had obviously failed, judging from how tightly he’d clenched his jaw and fists after, deep in your thoughts, your hands somehow made a particularly sudden movement that caused what seemed like immense pain to the man.

Your eyes shot up to meet his, your apologetic gaze went unnoticed as his own pair of eyes had closed shut from the pain. He breathed deeply but slowly from in between his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” you said, placing a hand on his thigh softly, “I’m sorry, I was distracted.”

“It’s okay,” Captain Allen huffed, his eyes fluttering open as he tried to smile. He looked down to meet your gaze and felt his cheeks warm up for the nth time since you’d started doing his redressing just 20 minutes ago.

You were in a rather suggestive position for something that was by all means innocent in nature. But since it was clear your android innocence thought nothing much of the fact that you were on your knees between his legs, Captain Allen didn’t bring anything up, not wanting to make both of you feel embarrassed.

You smiled sympathetically back at him before you went back to removing his old bandage. His wound had dried and so the gauze was stuck to his healing skin, making it difficult to remove in one smooth pull.

A few more minutes went by in which neither of you spoke. Your previous thoughts of Captain Allen’s past love life threatened to resurface but you would push them further into the back of your mind, your desire to not cause him more pain was greater than your need to have any more self-deprecating thoughts.

While you worked meticulously in front of him, the SWAT captain continued to watch. He observed your hands move with careful slowness as you gently tried to pry off the remaining pieces of cloth stuck to his body. The wound was healing well, that’s for sure, but his body was a long way from being back to normal.

Captain Allen eyes travelled from your hands to your forearm where, thanks to the bright ceiling light of his bedroom, he could very clearly see the neatly printed soulmate tattoo. He felt a pang in his chest as he read and re-read the two harshly spoken words that had been engraved on your skin:

“Get out.”

Too often the man found himself wishing he could turn back the clock and say something nicer. Your skin didn’t deserve to be tainted by such hateful words spurred on by his immaturity and recklessness.

You could feel his gaze burning into your face as you finally managed to clean his wound of any traces of cloth that could’ve lingered. You then carefully poured the prescribed disinfectant over the raw skin with a towel placed on top of his crotch to prevent any spillage.

It was truly only then you’d realised how strange of a position you were in; from how quick your soulmate’s heart rate was, it was clear he’d known how awkward everything was from the very beginning. While you felt yourself get flustered, you were glad that neither of you brought up the odd predicament verbally for it would have definitely caused your central processing unit to fry.

Captain Allen hissed once again, this time his hand gripped your upper arm instead of his own leg. It was as though he wanted you to stop but seeing as he didn’t say anything, you continued to use the proper amount of disinfectant to clean his wound.

Seemingly unaware of what he was doing, the man slowly leaned his head forward until it touched yours. For a few moments, he stayed motionless, breathing deeply but slowly as the sizzling pain of the disinfectant covering his raw wound started to fade.

Captain Allen continued to press his forehead against yours, you could feel his warm breath brush across your skin, the mere sensation sent shock waves all over your body. You felt your thirium pump regulator go into overdrive as you struggled to keep your internal systems in check. The sudden flurry of emotions caused by such a simple gesture was almost too much to handle.

You kept your eyes on his torso, not wanting to tilt your head up to look at him in case the movement accidentally caused something rather intimate to happen. His stomach rose and fell slowly along with his deep breaths; you noticed a thin sheen of sweat had started to form on his chest.

You felt thirium shoot up to your cheeks when you found yourself realising how... muscled the man was. You’d almost never seen him in anything other than his usual bulky SWAT uniform, let alone shirtless so it was only then you really had the chance to see his body.

Blinking furiously, you tore your eyes away from his abdomen, thanking god that from the way he was leaning down he couldn’t see your eyes so shamelessly scanning over his shirtless form.

“Can I re-bandage it now?” You asked softly, a breeze of cold air caressed your face the moment he pulled away. The warmth you unknowingly bathed in before was now gone, leaving you cold as you silently wished he would lean back down again.

Captain Allen nodded, his hands now rested upon your shoulders casually as you skilfully wrapped a sterilised roll of cloth around his midsection. Your arms had to circle around his waist several times to do so; each time you could feel him breathe against your neck.

When you were done, you stood up, about to take a step back before his arms unexpectedly locked themselves around your body. Before you could even blink, Captain Allen had pulled you against him as he rested his face against your stomach. You fit comfortably in between his legs as he hugged you firmly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly as you rested a hand on top of his head, your fingers lightly threading through his hair. He hummed lowly in response. You could feel your heart racing wildly, you were sure he could hear it as well. “You are oddly affectionate,” you observed out loud as you repositioned your arms so that you ended up hugging his head.

He felt warm.

“Are you going home tonight?” Captain Allen asked, his voice muffled from his face being pressed against your tummy. It tickled.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to,” you replied without thinking, though you meant what you said. If he wanted you to stay, you would without question.

“Stay.” Captain Allen’s arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer to him. It was as though if he didn’t hold on tight enough, you would disappear.

“Okay.” He let you go, eyes watching as you made your way to the other side of the rather large bed. You crawled into the bed in what seemed like the most awkward fashion possible. You couldn’t really blame yourself, though, your heart was still racing from before; in order for your body to have had enough energy to continue functioning at a minimal level, your central processing unit decided that sacrificing your motor functions was the best solution; thus, you ended up looking like a baby learning to move an all fours as you struggled your way to his side.

“Please, stop staring at me,” you pleaded the moment you realised that Captain Allen’s unwavering stare upon you only made you feel even more nervous. His only response was a light chuckle as he continued to watch your plight.

The audacity, you thought bitterly as you glared up at him, your attempt at being fearsome failing miserably since you then proceeded to flop ungracefully onto his huge-ass mattress. Didn’t the man live alone? Why did he require such a big bed?—

Unless he didn’t use to live alone.

—The lights turned off just seconds after you made yourself comfortable, leaving just you and Captain Allen side-by-side in the dark. You rested on your left side, your blue LED shining brightly in the darkness of his bedroom. You could tell Captain Allen was staring at it.

“Do you want me to turn it off?” You asked under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear you.

“No!” Your soulmate replied rather quickly, through the thick blanket of darkness you could see his eyes widen.

To him, your LED was rather distracting, yes, but too many times had he seen androids’ lights flicker into nothingness as their bodies turned into hollow shells. What if you turned off yours and it failed to light up again the next morning? He would’ve rather let the light blind him for eternity than to watch it fade away.

“Okay,” you responded gently, a stark contrast to Captain Allen’s own previous reply which was sharp like most of his words. “I’ll leave it on.” You then slowly brought your hand up to cup his face, your thumb caressing his cheek. You couldn’t see it but there was a faint scar there, you idly wondered how he got it. “Go to sleep.”

And within minutes, he did.

Once he was in deep sleep, you followed, swiftly entering Stasis Mode only to be rudely awakened from it hours into the night by the feeling of hands grabbing at your waist. Your eyes shot open as you panicked for a split second before realising that the hands belonged to Captain Allen himself. For a moment you believed he was awake and simply wanted to be weirdly affectionate again but his heart rate said otherwise.

He was completely and utterly asleep.

You felt your own calm heartbeat speed up as you allowed yourself to be pulled into your unconscious soulmate’s arms. Captain Allen locked his arms around you tightly as he rested his chin against the crown of your head. The man then proceeded to let out a particularly loud huff before going silent once again, now seemingly content that he had you in his arms.

A smile broke out on your face as you hugged him in return, shamelessly basking in the warmth that he emitted as you tucked your head underneath his chin. Shyly, you then tangled your legs with his, quickly discovering that you very much enjoyed being so physically close to him. It felt better than it should have, if you were to be honest, perhaps it was because you were simply making up for lost time…

Regardless, you stayed awake for an additional hour or two as you opted to relish in the feeling of being held by your soulmate with no desire to return to Stasis Mode. However, that was until, oddly enough, you began to feel just the slightest bit sleepy. You didn’t know that was possible but it was enough to convince you to re-enter Stasis Mode; you allowed yourself to drift off into artificial sleep, lulled by the sound of Captain Allen’s gentle heartbeat.

The next morning, you were rudely awakened by the sound of a call coming in. Your familiarly annoying ringtone sounded off in your head as you groaned before picking up the call.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Connor’s enthusiastically loud voice boomed in your ears. “I know it is a Sunday and that you are spending quality time with Captain Allen but your presence is required immediately at the station.”

“What? Why?” You asked, pulling your soulmate’s arms off of you as you continued to speak out loud, conveniently forgetting that Captain Allen was, in fact, still asleep and that your voice could easily awaken him.

“Captain Hewlette has information on the Zlatko case he would like to personally convey to you.”

“That’s ridiculously unnecessary.”

“I am aware.” Connor almost sounded as annoyed by the temporary SWAT captain as you were. “However, he insists on seeing you and childishly refuses to share with us the information unless you are present.”

“Fuck…” You cursed before exhaling deeply as you felt your internal systems begin to heat up from frustration. “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

You then briefly exchanged goodbyes before you scrambled out of bed. As much as you didn’t want to go to work on a Sunday, you knew that the sooner you got it over with, the better. You cursed again when you realised you didn’t have any proper work clothes at Allen’s place and so, you opted to grab whatever seemed the most fitting for you before putting them on, ignoring the fact that the only other person in the room was wide awake and watching you bashfully.

“You’re not even going to ask?” Captain Allen spoke finally after you were finished changing. Luckily, while his words could’ve been interpreted as angry or annoyed, his tone was more cheeky than anything.

“I thought human men liked seeing their significant others in their clothing?” You asked innocently in return, watching proudly as his face turned red. “I’ll come back as soon as Hewlette’s done with whatever he’s up to—”

“Wait,” Allen cut you off, “Hunter Hewlette? That douchebag you said keeps eyeing you at work?”

“Yep,” you replied, ending off with a sigh that simply conveyed the message of: oh well. “Connor said he’ll only share what he’s gotten on the Zlatko case if I’m there so I gotta go, I guess.”

“What a little bitch.”

“I agree.”

—

You sat at your desk, deeply annoyed, as you waited for Hewlette to return from yelling like a spoilt brat inside Captain Fowler’s office. You’d arrived to work three hours ago, half an hour earlier than you said you would, and ever since then, you’d been waiting for the temporary SWAT captain to finally quit yelling at his boss and tell you what you needed to know so that you could leave.

You fiddled idly with a rubber band as your eyes continued staying glued to the, quite frankly, entertaining scene taking place just a few metres away. Hewlette was slamming his hands down on Fowler’s table as he shouted what looked to be demands that weren’t being met while the latter simply watched his subordinate throw a tantrum in his face. If you weren’t in such a hurry to return back to Captain Allen’s place, you would’ve hoped the debacle continued on for another hour or so just for the heck of it.

Just five more minutes, you thought to yourself, I’ll stay for just five more minutes and if nothing happens, I’ll leave— Oh for fuck’s sake!

Fowler, from within the comfort of his office, gestured at you to go over. You legitimately considered slamming your head against your table but since that was unprofessional, you simply released a loud groan of annoyance before making your way to the Captain’s office.

“Thank you for being here, Detective (L/N),” Fowler said apologetically the moment you shut his office door behind you. The previously furious Hewlette had stopped throwing a fit and instead was smiling at you as though nothing ever happened.

“It’s no problem at all, sir,” you lied, trying your best to ignore Hewlette’s relentless staring. His eyes felt as though they were trying to see through your clothes. It was more irritating than it was uncomfortable.

“Captain Hewlette here—”

“Temporary Captain,” you corrected, not caring how rude it was to interrupt your boss as you only felt a strong wave of satisfaction wash over you after noticing how, out of the corner of your eye, Hewlette’s smug smile fell.

Fowler squinted at you but proceeded to speak anyway, not bothering to correct you since you weren’t technically wrong. You resisted a smile upon seeing how Hewlette had begun to straight up just frown.

“He’s requested for you to be transferred back to SWAT.”

“Why?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “I don’t mean to be rude,” you said ironically, “but I don’t see why that’s necessary.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been telling Mr Hewlette here for the past few hours,” Fowler replied, putting no effort whatsoever into pretending that he wasn’t annoyed. “However, he refuses to listen to me. He only seems to want to communicate properly with you so I was hoping you could reject him yourself.”

Captain Fowler spoke to you as though Hewlette wasn’t just standing by your side and you loved it. It was amazing how professional Fowler sounded speaking such unprofessional words. You nodded before turning to your colleague with a smile on your face, “I do not want to join you in SWAT.”

“You don’t have to lie just because Captain Fowler is here!” Hewlette replied a little too loudly for your taste. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, (Y/N). I know you want to be with me.”

You scoffed in disgust.

“What the hell are you on about, Hewlette?”

“Aw, c’mon, (Y/N),” he reached out to touch your shoulder, to which you responded with a grimace and a step away as you felt your skin crawl at the idea of him making any form of contact with you. “I’ve caught you looking at me so many times, just admit you like me—”

“You’re delusional, rookie,” a voice you totally did not expect to hear cut Hewlette’s borderline creepy ramblings off. You spun around, feeling a great sense of relief wash over you as your eyes met those of your soulmate’s. Captain Allen marched in, his eyes glaring at Hewlette in an almost predatory manner as he positioned himself between you and his temporary successor. “Both (Y/N) and Captain Fowler said no,” Allen nearly growled, “so back off.”

“Who the hell are you?” Hewlette spat at Allen, though his eyes remained glued onto you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Soulmate.” Allen replied simply, ignoring the way Captain Fowler’s eyes widened in surprise but other than that he remained silent, quite honestly enjoying watching his SWAT leader tear down the child inside a man’s body.

“Oh, so you’re the one who put those disgusting words on (Y/N)’s arm?” Hewlette snorted, grinning when he noticed how Allen’s tough expression falter ever so slightly. “Shouldn’t Detective (L/N) be with someone who actually wants them, hmm? Someone who’s always seen them as a person? Judging from (Y/N)’s tattoo it seems like you had a hard time accepting them from the start, huh? Who’s to say you’ve gotten over that already, Captain?”

Captain Allen remained silent for a while. The tension in the office was so thick it was almost suffocating. Hewlette stared down at your soulmate with a disgustingly smug look on his face, obviously believing that he’d won the argument already, completely unaware of the rage building within you.

“How dare you?” You snarled, stepping out from behind Captain Allen before you pushed Hewlette backwards harshly. “You are a slimy piece of shit, Hewlette. The only reason why you stand here today as a temporary SWAT captain is because the obviously more capable, permanent one almost died trying to save me.

“You’re delusional. You don’t see me as a person, you see me as a piece of meat that you could use for your own pleasure. All the times I stared at you was in pure disgust because you couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself!” You shoved him once again. “Stop being such a spoilt bitch and just accept the fact that I will never join SWAT while you are captain. In fact,” you whipped your head around to look at a shell-shocked Captain Allen, “I’ll request for a transferral when David returns from medical leave.”

You turned back to Hewlette who honestly looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Give Connor everything you know about the Zlatko case by tonight, got it?” He nodded slowly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be returning home with my injured soulmate who should be resting.”

You grabbed Captain Allen’s hand before swiftly leading him out of the precinct, not saying a word the entire time. Only when you were a good distance away from the building did you slow down to match his pace. The both of you walked side-by-side in silence with your hands still interlocked; neither of you wanted to let go.

“Thanks for coming to ‘save’ me,” you finally spoke as Captain Allen’s modest neighbourhood came into sight.

“I didn’t even do much,” he chuckled, idly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as he spoke, “you were pretty cool back there.”

“So were you.”

The conversation didn’t carry on from there as the both of you simply opted to stay silent and enjoy each other’s company. Captain Allen began to swing your interlaced hands back and forth as you strolled along the pavement towards his home; every swing made your heart skip a beat.

It felt like the best moment of your life, just walking alongside your soulmate as you hold hands, swinging them around like little kids.

It would’ve been the perfect moment if it weren’t for the high-pitched voice that yelled out David Allen’s name from a distance, causing him to freeze on the spot almost instantly. You glanced around to look for whoever had called for his attention only for your eyes to land on the lady in the picture.

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andthentimestops · 6 years

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“to love something that cannot love in return” (pt 5) [Captain Allen X Android!Reader]

A/N: I’m sorry — Tags: @gespirida @blu42nj @sternenreigen @sethrine-imagines @yallgotkik @doot-doot-doottt @catwoo @nikkidawnlight @captain-winter-wolf-aehs @deviantprescott @sadmine @aeryntheofficial @qtmeryr @heartsarecompatible @connorshero @ev3e — The sky was overcast as a light shower of rain enveloped the entirety of Detroit. Many stayed home or sought shelter in buildings and cafes as they waited for the sky to clear up and for the rain to stop.

You, however, stayed exactly where you were. Mud stained your jeans as you knelt on the ground, your forehead resting against the cold slab of stone before you. You couldn’t tell if you were crying for the rain had mixed with whatever tears you’d shed.

The rain sounded too loud; the droplets too cold. Everything felt too much.

It’s all my fault, your voice echoed in your head, the words were sharp and they stung your very core. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve been better. I should’ve been able to save you...

You bit into your bottom lip so harshly it drew blood, the blue liquid dripped onto the back of your clenched fists which you’d rested on your thighs. You watched as the blue artificial substance mixed with the rain before it diluted into nothingness.

With the pathetically short distraction gone, you felt your heart wrench once again as you choked out a sob. You barely knew him— your soulmate— but yet it hurt so badly. It was an agony you wouldn’t want to wish upon anyone else, not even on the man who’d killed your fated loved one in the first place.

You felt wind brush past your ear and you swore it felt like a hand had caressed your hair. The breeze was chilling but the feeling was comforting. You swallowed, wanting so desperately to feel it again, the feeling of his hand touching your cheek and hair.

But alas, life was cruel and you felt nothing but the cold rain continue to run down your skin. You watched as a particular droplet inched down your arm. When it reached your forearm, you let out another choked cry.

Your soulmate tattoo was gone, leaving behind a faint scar of what could’ve been.

It was too much. Everything hurt. You didn’t want to live anymore if living meant hell on earth every day.

So, you reached your arm underneath the hem of your shirt and felt your fingers crawl up your chest. Your skin deactivated slowly as your hand forcefully ripped out your very own thirium pump.

It pulsed in your hand, wildly at first but then it slowed down.

It felt liberating. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

I’m just kidding this isn’t the real update LMAO the real update is down below. Enjoy!

His blood stained your hands red.

You ran as fast as you could with him in your arms.

It was now cold—

You only had a few minutes to get him to the emergency room if you wanted him to live.

—as it began to dry on your skin as you waited.

You heard him groan and hiss in pain several times, you were running too frantically, your movements hurt him.

It’s been an hour since his surgery ended—

“Shh, I’m sorry,” you cooed as you continued to run as fast as your legs could carry you, “I’m sorry it hurts but please bear with me.”

—but the nurse had said, “you can’t see him until he wakes up.”

You remembered glancing down at him just once to make sure he was awake. He was. His blue eyes peered up into yours and your heart jumped. You almost tripped and fell.

“But I’m his soulmate,” you said without thinking, the sentence felt foreign on your lips. You never thought you’d ever get the chance to say those words.

“Please!” You cried the moment you rushed into the emergency room. “Save him! He got shot in the torso, the bullet’s in his liver!—”

It turned out that while you’d gotten to the emergency room late, the information you threw haphazardly at the doctors helped saved David Allen’s life.

The ghost of a smile graced your lips as you continued to peer down at your hands. Your fingers and palms were crusted in dried blood but for some reason, you couldn’t bear to go to the washroom to clean it off. You didn’t want to leave, not when he could wake up at any moment. Your eyes trailed along your wrist and made their way to your forearm where your skin, in the midst of all your previous panic, had reactivated.

The words of your soulmate tattoo just barely peaked out from underneath more dried blood. You began to scratch at the dark red substance on your skin, trying to clean it off so that you could look at your tattoo when a nurse spoke.

“He’s incredibly weak,” she said, taking a small step back when your head shot up to look at her. “But he insists on seeing you so we’ll allow a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” you said before quickly rushing past her into his room. Your heart ached at the sight of him.

Captain Allen looked pale and was bandaged all over. His skin was littered with bruises and scars. He looked overall terrible but yet when his eyes met yours, they lit up as if he hadn’t just almost died. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, he still wasn’t smiling, though.

“Did we catch him?” He croaked as you took a seat by his bedside. He cursed weakly when you shook your head with a disappointed look on your face.

“Connor told me that we did manage to take some of his men into custody, though. We also managed to seize all the new drugs so the raid wasn’t a total bust.” You offered him a weak smile.

“That’s good,” he murmured, his eyes still peering into yours intently. It seemed as though he had a lot to say but didn’t know how to express any of it.

You had a lot to say to him, too. The first being:

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked sharply. Now that you knew he was fine, your worry and anxiousness had been replaced swiftly by frustration over his recklessness. Captain Allen’s eyes widened as his mouth gaped in surprise. He was not expecting that.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him. Why did he risk his life for you? Was he stupid? Does he need psychiatric help?

“I thought you hated me?” Ended up being the sentence that slipped past your lips. This time the words were soft and weak, a stark contrast to the piercing ones you’d spat out at him just a second before.

You felt your eyes tingle as tears threatened to flow down your cheeks yet again. You blinked rapidly, not wanting to cry in front of Captain Allen.

The man was speechless, his lips parted ever so slightly but no words came out. He wasn’t sure what to say because he, himself, didn’t have the clear answers either. He’d reacted on impulse on the field, the moment he saw one of Zlatko’s men pull a gun on you, he simply leapt forwards without thinking.

Though that wasn’t exactly true, either. He was thinking. But only of one thing: protecting you.

“I’m an android,” you said, “I can be replaced. You can’t! You’re...” You exhale briefly. “... fragile.” The word came out airily, if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn’t have caught it. Normally Captain Allen would’ve taken offence to something like that but seeing how pained your eyes looked and how your bottom lip had begun to tremble as you spoke, he felt only guilt.

“I couldn’t just let you get hurt,” Captain Allen replied, surprising even himself with his own words. His heart hammered in his chest, he was anxious, terrified, even, of being alone with you in a room but yet it seemed as though some higher entity granted him with the courage to speak to you without looking like a total dumbass.

“You have to,” you replied almost instantly, your voice trembled but yet your words were firm. “You can’t let yourself get hurt for me again.”

Captain Allen wasn’t sure he could agree to that.

“Promise me.” You grabbed his hand, sending electric shocks all throughout his body. Captain Allen felt his face begin to heat up. Your hand was smaller than his, your skin was smooth unlike his which was calloused.

He wanted to hold your hand more.

“I can’t,” he whispered, watching as your eyes fell. “I can’t promise you that—“

“I don’t—“ you cut him off, exasperated, “I don’t understand you. You said you hated me! You want nothing to do with me! I leave you alone and then you take a bullet for me on the field?!... You’re confusing, David Allen.”

His heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he heard you say his name. He only wished it could’ve been under more pleasant circumstances.

“I was wrong,” he replied without missing a beat, the higher entity endowing him with courage yet again, “I can’t hate you. I just can’t. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop looking at you.”

You stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded by his confession. In the silence of the room, you could hear your own thirium pump race wildly as your cheeks became enveloped in warmth. The hand that wasn’t holding that of Captain Allen’s reached up to touch your face.

“I think I love—“ he started, his voice more confident than ever before. You wanted so badly to hear him complete his sentence, your heart yearned for it but yet you knew you had to stop it. It wasn’t the right time for that.

“No.” You cut him off quickly, watching as his face fell causing your heart to twist in your chest. You smiled sadly at him, showing that there were no hard feelings. “No, not yet. It’s not love yet.”

“What’d you mean—?”

“You barely know anything about me, David Allen,” you said as enveloped his hand in both of yours, your thumb idly rubbed against his skin, unknowingly causing his heart to race like never before. “I don’t know what love is but this isn’t it. Not yet. We have to take our time, no?”

Captain Allen wanted to disagree. To argue that the soulmate tattoos were clear enough indication that it was love. But yet, he knew you were right. Just a week ago he’d despised your very being. There was no way it was love yet. Yet was the keyword.

He nodded and said nothing.

A second passed in which neither of you spoke. The silence between you was slightly awkward but also comforting. It was as though both of you were trying to make up for lost time by simply being in each other’s presence.

You wanted so badly to stay but then again, it was getting late and you didn’t want to keep the others waiting.

“I have to go home”, you said, rubbing his hand a little more before letting go. Almost instantly, both of you missed the contact. “I don’t want to keep them up too late.”

“Them?” Captain Allen tilted his head inquisitively. You never knew he did that. It was cute.

“Hank and Connor.” You smiled. “I live with them. Hank’s house isn’t that big so I have to share a room with Connor but everything’s—“

“What?!” Captain Allen’s body almost jerked in surprise, the only thing that stopped him was the immense pain he was beginning to feel from his emergency surgery. “You— what?!”

“See,” you replied matter-of-factly, “you know nothing about me.” You snorted but he found nothing humorous about this revelation. Instead, he felt a pit grow in his stomach.

He felt jealous.

“But that’s okay,” you continued as you stood up from your seat, “you— we have time to learn...” You began to take a step back but stopped yourself before quickly leaning in to kiss his temple. When you pulled away, your cheeks were tinted blue and his were red.

“Goodnight, David.”

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andthentimestops · 6 years

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“to love something that cannot love in return” (pt 6) [Captain Allen X Android!Reader]

A/N: Tis here — Tags: @gespirida @blu42nj @sternenreigen @sethrine-imagines @yallgotkik @doot-doot-doottt @catwoo @nikkidawnlight @captain-winter-wolf-aehs @deviantprescott @sadmine @aeryntheofficial @wayablack @lionhearted-soldier @qtmeryr @heartsarecompatible @connorshero @ev3e @liveloveandbekind

— The first day you came to visit him after work was not more than a week after he’d been hospitalised. You entered his private room casually, only noticing his look of surprise after you shut the door behind you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come see you the past few days, I’ve been really busy,” you said, a sheepish smile on your face as you walked towards his bed.

“I didn’t expect you to visit me at all, to be honest,” Captain Allen replied, his voice coming out a little sharper than he intended. Your eyes widened as you stopped mid-step, your shoulders tensing ever so slightly.

“Oh, do you not... want me to be here?” You asked in return. He didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across your eyes; his heart dropped.

“No!” He said quickly. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just thought you wouldn’t want to visit me.”

“Why would you think that?” You asked as your shoulders relaxed causing a wave of relief of wash over Allen only for him to begin panicking again when he realised he had to answer your question. “... Of course, I’d want to come to visit you,” you continued, this time your voice was softer. Your hand had subconsciously reached up to idly touch at your tattooed forearm as you spoke. “I mean, only if you want me to.”

“I do,” the SWAT captain responded a little too enthusiastically, a smile forming on his usually cold and stoic face.

You felt your body freeze as your heart leapt.

He was smiling.

He was smiling!

It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile.

A smile of your own spread across your face before you quickly dove into the chair by his bedside. And without thinking, you reached forward to cup his face between your hands. He began to blush as his eyes widened in surprise.

“You smiled!” You giggled, the sound of which only made him smile a little more. “I’d been waiting to see you smile ever since I met you,” you blurted out without thinking.

Captain Allen felt his heart skip a beat at your sincere confession. It was so innocent and sweet. How were you even his soulmate?

A silence that wasn’t awkward nor comfortable either formed between the both of you as you continued to hold his face in between your hands. Your thumbs caressed his reddened cheeks ever so slightly as you took the chance to look at his face more carefully. Captain Allen had small scars littered all over his skin, none of which were too obvious; he still had a few bruises here and there, as well.

You felt your own cheeks warm up when you realised how attractive he looked. You knew humans tended to see younger men as more handsome but Captain Allen had to be an exception, right? At least to you he was. You suppressed a snort when you realised that his face was one you’d felt like slapping so many times just weeks ago; it was hard to believe you were now touching his face as he rested in a hospital bed after sacrificing himself to save you.

Captain Allen parted his lips, as though about to say something when you’re both interrupted by the sound of the room’s door opening. In the process of turning around to see who’d come in, you tore your hands away from his face. A cold breeze replaced the warmth your palms provided, leaving Captain Allen yearning for your touch again.

It was the nurse. She walked in with a smile and a tray of food.

“Good evening, Mr Allen,” she greeted her voice too sultry for your taste. You swallowed, feeling your heart continue to race but this time it felt more unpleasant than anything.

You watched as she laid the tray down on his table before settling down on the chair on the other side of his bed. She held the plate in her hand before taking a utensil. Confused, you glanced over at Allen. Was it normal for nurses to feed their patients?

His eyes met yours the moment he felt your gaze fall onto him. Before he could say anything, however, the nurse, having sensed your confusion, explained for him.

“Oh! As you can see, his arm’s still healing from its dislocation,” she gestured over at his bandaged shoulder and spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. “He has a hard time eating so I help him out.” She shot you a smile that looked almost predatory. A quick scan of her vitals showed an increase in oestrogen.

Ah, I see, you thought. This was more than just a friendly gesture.

Seeing as how Captain Allen didn’t say anything, you almost wanted to just leave and let them be but you couldn’t bear to do it. Instead, you acted on impulse.

“I can feed him,” you said, your voice fiercer than you intended. You could feel your soulmate’s eyes burning into your skin as you stared straight into the nurse’s eyes. Her previously smug smile weakened. All three of you knew it would be unprofessional of her to refuse.

“No, it’s alright,” she recovered, “it’s no problem at all.” If eyes could kill, she looked as though she wanted to brutally beat you into a bloody pulp. Humans were strange.

“I insist,” you replied calmly, holding your hands out to take the plate and fork from her, unintentionally revealing your soulmate tattoo. Noticing her eyes glance down at the black words, you quickly added, “we’re soulmates, after all.”

No longer trying to hide her bitter expression, the young lady handed over what you wanted and swiftly stormed out of the room. Only when the door shut close did you start to feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You’d never been so aggressive before, holy crap, what’d gotten into you?

“That was...” Captain Allen started and you flinched, bracing yourself for a distasteful comment. “... pretty cool.”

Your eyes shot to meet his. You felt your heart flutter when you realised he was smiling again.

“I’d been trying to tell her to back off for days now but she’s a feisty one,” he continued, “I guess you’re feistier.” He winked.

Dear God, save me. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Who are you and what’ve you done with Captain Allen?” You joked, tension fading away from your shoulders as you pointed the fork threateningly at him.

“Just call me David,” he replied, unfazed by your obviously _very_ scary threat.

You remained silent for a moment, the smile on your face remained though your eyes had left his to look down at the food in your hands. You felt your face heat up once again.

“Do you...” You began, voice trying its best not to static, “want me to feed you?”

Without even looking you could tell he’d begun to blush, too. When he didn’t respond, you slowly gazed up and sure enough, his face was tinted a light red.

Another minute of an awkward silence in a room that was cold yet weirdly hot at the same time passed by before you realised the food was getting cold. Thus, you used the fork to scoop some up before stiffly reaching it over to his mouth.

He finished his meal in a matter of minutes.

This routine carried on for weeks. You would visit him after work and feed him dinner (even after they removed the bandages from his arm) while updating him on the Zlatko case. You told him everything, about how the android murders were increasing in numbers to how the temporary SWAT captain wouldn’t stop staring at you. Even when there was nothing else to say, you would remain by his side in Stasis Mode, only to leave when visiting hours were over.

Eventually, the day of Captain Allen’s discharge came on a Friday and once again you made your way to the hospital after work, only this time it was to accompany him home. He wanted to say he was perfectly able to return home on his own but completely forgot what he was going to say when he saw how cheerful you looked.

The drive home was silent but from the corner of his eye, he could see you wriggling in anticipation. You looked like a child who’d just been told they were on the way to Disney Land.

“What’s gotten you so excited?” He asked, his eyes slowly glancing over at yours. He felt his heart flutter when your shining eyes met his.

“I’m going to see your house for the first time!” You chirped. “Humans’ homes say a lot about them. I’m looking forward to seeing what it says about you, David.”

Captain Allen felt his heart rate spike. From how gently you were looking at him or from his nerves at the thought of you judging him heavily based on his living space, he couldn’t tell. Regardless, he didn’t have any more time to panic since just seconds later, the automated taxi pulled up in front of his home.

He watched as you bounded towards his front door, all his bags in your hands. You carried them with such ease, unlike him if he’d tried to carry them on his own with his still-sore arms, making him realise how glad he was to have you accompany him home.

Captain Allen’s heart pounded in his chest as he unlocked the front door and let you in. You walked in with your eyes glinting curiously as you scanned the living room with a smile on your face.

It was clean and very neat. There were almost no decorations except a framed picture or two. Just the living room itself gave you a very no-nonsense feel. You couldn’t describe it better than just very “Captain Allen”.

The man himself stood beside you rather stiffly, you could just sense the anxiety radiate off of him. You looked up only for his eyes to meet yours instantly; he’d been gazing down at you the entire time.

You nudged his arm gently with your elbow, his bags of clothes still in your hands. “Calm down, I like it. It’s very ‘you’.” His shoulders relaxed before his hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. “Where’s your bedroom?” You asked. “I’ll just drop these off,” you gestured to the bags, “and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait, what?” His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You’re leaving so soon?” Captain Allen blurted out without thinking. You furrowed your eyebrows at him before doing a quick check of your internal clock. The numbers 11:45PM flashed before your eyes.

“I mean, yeah,” you replied, feeling a little bad when you saw how disappointed he looked, “it’s late and I don’t wanna intrude.”

“You won’t be,” Captain Allen replied softly, “besides, it won’t be safe for you to go home alone so late—“

I also don’t want you to go.

—you told me Zlatko’s men usually strike at night, right?”

You nodded as you bit down on your lower lip. He was right. Even if you took a cab back to Hank’s place, you were well aware of the numerous cases of Zlatko’s men hijacking cabs just to get to the androids inside of them. You felt Captain Allen grasp your upper arm gently as his eyes continued to peer into yours intensely, as though he was silently begging you to stay.

“Okay.” — The next morning you woke up from Stasis Mode on his couch. The living room was brightly lit, it was a pleasant Saturday morning. After getting up, you approached his room and silently opened his door, peaking in. Captain Allen was still soundly asleep.

It was already late morning but he looked too peaceful to disturb so you gently shut the door closed. You walked back to his living room and scanned the area once again. Now that it was daytime it was easier to see the little details. You strolled around the rather large room, taking everything in, from the clean plain white walls to the minimalist furniture.

On a small shelf sat a few framed photographs. Most were of him and his parents but one showed him with his arm wrapped around the waist of an attractive woman whose lips were pressed against his cheek.

You felt... odd. It was the same feeling you’d experienced back when that nurse tried to feed him his dinner in front of you. The feeling made your heart race but not in a good way, not in the way that made your head feel light and happy. This feeling made your heart sink.

Was this... jealousy?

You hated it but no matter what, you couldn’t make it go away as you continued to stare at the photograph.

// NAME: SIERRA A. THOMPSON AGE: 38 DATE OF BIRTH: 05/06/2001 STATUS: ALIVE MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE //

For a brief moment, you wondered how they were like together. Were they happy? They certainly looked that way in the photograph. If they were happy then why weren’t they together? Was it because they weren’t soulmates? But if that was the reason, then why did they start dating in the first place?

Shaking your head, you tore your eyes away from the picture, pushing away all your thoughts to the back of your head as you headed towards what seemed like his kitchen.

Humanity to you was an enigma—

Why did he still keep the picture there?

—Captain Allen especially so, even now.

The sting in your chest was so sharp and overwhelming, you had to stop walking for a second just to let it fade away. You let out a humourless chuckle, did everyone hurt themselves with their thoughts or was it just you? — Captain Allen woke up to the smell of something that sent a wave of nostalgia washing over his entire being.

It was coffee but not just any coffee. It was the exact same coffee in the cups you placed on his table on a daily basis months ago before he brutally crushed your heart.

It was the coffee he’d ignored like an absolute fool.

It was the coffee he wanted so badly to drink again.

Without even brushing his teeth, Captain Allen scrambled out of bed, grunting when the sudden movement caused his healing wound to ache a little.

His bare feet padded again the ground as he made his way to the kitchen, the delicious scent of coffee brewing made his mouth water. As he entered the spacious room, he felt his thump in his chest. You didn’t seem to notice him watching you as you leaned against his kitchen counter, your head bobbing along to a song playing on the radio he rarely used.

It was a song he heard often while growing up, its catching and soothing beat sent a wave of nostalgia wash over his heart. It was nearing the end.

And I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger Do have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

You glanced up, your eyes widening when you finally noticed him staring at you from the kitchen’s entrance.

“Good morning,” you greeted, still leaning against the counter. You smiled at him but it seemed a little off. “I made coffee.”

You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger

Captain Allen wanted to ask what was wrong but his stomach growled, begging him to just drink the coffee already.

Do have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

By the time he was done chugging down what was the greatest drink ever, with your eyes lingering over him, his concerns had long faded away.

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rk800hunter · 6 years

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Dramatics (Connor X Reader)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader's close friend

Pairing: Connor x Reader

A/N: This is just some stupid idea I had whilst in bed... XD Not the best that's been written but here are some fluff and drabbles... I just really like the idea of Conner being possessive~

Keys: [F/N] - Friend's name

[F/LN] - Friend's last name

Tagged: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs

You were dozing off at the small, quaint bookstore that you've worked at for most of your life. It was one of the last bookstores around Detroit that sold real paperback novels and encyclopedias for those who would like to reminisce about the old days. It was warm and slightly breezy as the wind blew gently. The skies were glossed with a soft orange glow as the late afternoon greeted the world. It was a slow day. So slow and warm that you ended up passing out with your head propped against the window as you sat by the counter, drooling slightly.

Your two close friends, Connor and Hank were off out of country on an investigation that week. It was one of those big missions that took months and they were almost close to solving it. They were forced to fly out as their suspect had led them out of country. You had begged to accompany them on their mission, wanting to tag along but of course, rules are rules, no badge no access. Connor had so graciously promised to find a souvenir from the suspect's residence, obviously receiving a light smack to the head and gruff tuning from his partner. You were asked to dogsit Sumo so ended up staying at Hank's place. You spent most of your nights with your laptop, your favorite snacks and drinks and the TV running in the background with Sumo carpeting your feet on the couch. You weren't even sure if he was allowed on the couch but eh...

"What your dad doesn't know won't hurt, right Sumo?"

You received a very happy "BOOF" and delightful tailwagging.

It was awfully lonely without the two. Usually after work, they'd drive up to pick you up to eat at the local diner and visit Jimmy's bar for a drink a two. Or in Hank's case, 5 drinks or 10. While Hank would be watching the games on TV, you and Connor would be chatting happily away about literally anything at all. You enjoyed talking and being with him. He made you comfortable and you felt that you could talk about anything with him. He would never judge you and would always do his best to make you smile. You couldn't help but feel warm fuzzy feelings whenever you were around him. It also made you question your sanity considering he was an android. However, you’d allow yourself to feel this way ever since the deviant development.

You've wondered if he was like this to everyone since he was an android that was "made to work harmoniously amongst humans." You probably weren't the only who felt a little something for the detective. A lot of people, particularly the ladies, often eyed you with a lot of salt.

Jingle.

A small jingle interrupted your afternoon nap as you quickly shook yourself awake for your customer.

“G’afternoon...uh...” you slurred, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Ma’am? Sir?”

The person walked to the counter and presented a whole bouquet of flowers. “Of course, [Y/N],” they said with a lighthearted chuckle. “Trust you to fall asleep at work!”

It was your long lost childhood best friend. [F/N] [FL/N]. You both met each other as toddlers, placed in the same sandbox. Up until middle school, you were pretty much inseparable. You gasped with delight, a grin inevitably crawling onto your face. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!” you exclaimed, shuffling around the counter and threw yourself onto them.

They laughed as they squeezed you into an airtight hug. “I know! I missed you so much! I have so much to talk to you about.”

You broke away from the hug, giddy with happiness. “Last time I heard from you, you said you got a scholarship! How did that go?”

"Oh absolutely amazing! I'm a professor now and giving seminars all over the top universities."

"Oh wow, that's great!" Feeling slightly insecure about your own quiet life, you quickly turned to the flowers that were on the counter. “Are these for me?”

They grabbed the bouquet off the counter and knelt down on one knee. You rolled your eyes and laughed. Of course, [F/N] was still the same drama queen that you knew from back then. You both had always loved to joke around with banter, dramatics and mischief.

“I have returned from the faraway lands to save thee from the clutches of this wretched land!” they jokingly serenaded. “Oh [Y/N], [Y/N], I’ve missed-

Jingle.

“ -thy beauty and love.”

As they finished their monologue, two familiar silhouettes stood awkwardly by the shop door. It was Hank and Connor back from their case, dressed in their usual attire. You couldn’t believe this day. 3 of your favourite people had returned into your life and you couldn’t be happier. Connor was beaming brightly at you. His mouth was open as if to call out to you but his smile immediately fell as his eyes flickered between you two.

You squealed, unable to hold yourself. Rushing up to them, you embraced them both. “You guys!”

Hank chuckled awkwardly, returning the hug with one hand. “Hey kiddo, I missed you too!”

Connor didn’t move much. Confused, you stepped back to ask him if he was okay. He was staring at your friend who was still kneeling on the floor. His brows were subtly furrowed as his LED flashed red.

“Connor,” you gently called out to him, touching his arm. “Is everything okay?”

The android detective shook himself out of his thoughts. His eyes were cold and calculating but when he turned to you, it warmed and lightened a little. “Everything is alright, [Y/N],” he reassured with a nod. “I am glad to see you again. Who is your friend?”

You could’ve sworn he straightened up to make himself taller and took a protective step in front of you as he asked a little too politely.

You hesitantly looked at Hank in question who was giving Connor his “WTF are you doing?” look. This was very uncharacteristic of the detective android. Does he need a bit a maintenance? Does he have a screw that's a bit too tight?

“Uh, Connor, Hank, this is [F/N]," you swiftly tried to ease the tension in the room. "A close friend from a long time ago."

They got off the floor and offered a hand, smiling warmly. "A pleasure to meet you two, I've heard great things about the detectives that solved the deviant cases."

Hank offered pleasantries, obviously very flattered about being well known but on the otherhand, Connor did not respond so kindly. He merely studied them when they turned to greet him. They awkwardly cleared their throat, dropping their hand.

Connor tilted his head. "[F/N] [FL/N]. Renowned professor."

Oh no. You groaned inwardly. He's analyzed them.

"With an obvious drinking problem," he cockily pointed out.

"Holy shit, Connor," Hank exclaimed in surprise. "You can't just say that to someone."

[F/N] surprisingly laughed. "Oh no, it's okay. I know I had that problem but I'm improving. Rehab and all."

Connor's gears were grinding harder. His thirium pump was overworking as he felt his blood rush through his head. There was something wrong with this person and he didn't like it that you were so close to them. He looked at you expectantly, knowing that you were sensible and understanding of him.

You didn't notice that Connor was staring intensely at you as you laughed along with them. "Yeah, I'm so proud that you managed to get out of that."

Hank decided that it would be a great idea for everyone to go for dinner together, much to Connor's dismay. You suggested to order take away to eat at home since Sumo was also waiting to get fed. You noticed that through the whole trip to the take away restaurant, Connor would sneak glances at you through the rearview mirror, his LED forever yellow. If you caught him staring, he would continue driving as if nothing had happened. Something was up with your favorite android but you don't want to confirm it just yet. You continued to catch up with your long lost friend, not noticing with every sentence they said, Connor's knuckles whitened further from his tightening grip on the steering wheel.

At dinner, the Android detective felt a tinge of something heavy in his heart as he saw that you were genuinely happy with this person, chatting and laughing away with them. You did that with him. He thought he was special. His jaw tightened as he could feel a growl rise up his mechanical throat. They were definitely way too close to [Y/N]. He wanted more than nothing than to possessively rip you away from them. Hank was passed out, drunk on the couch while the three of you were still in the kitchen.

He activated his scanner and noticed that the person's heart rate was elevated as they spoke to you. Part of him didn't blame them. He felt the same whenever he was around you. There was something about you that made his system glitch in the most fluffiest way. Was that even possible? He felt the growl in his throat again as he saw them place a hand on your leg. What was going on with him? He was the most sophisticated machine ever made and yet an animal instinct was building up inside him. His thirium pump was protesting in his chest, definitely overworking than usual.

He had to get away to do a self diagnosis before something happened. Not even excusing himself, Connor quickly made his way to the bathroom. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well made, toned body of pristine white. Putting himself into powersaving mode, he carefully pulled out his chest component. With wires still attached to the piece, he turned it gently on his hands, trying to scan it for any defects.

It had to be a machinary or system error for whatever he was feeling.

A soft knock sounded as the door handle turned.

"Connor?" you softly call out, timidly opening the door. "What's going on?"

Your breath hitched as you halted in your tracks. You just walked in on an android that's pretty much shirtless and holding his chest piece in his hand. Parts of his white Android skin were showing from the opening of the shirt. Feeling a blush rise up to your cheeks, you cleared your throat.

Connor beamed at you. "[Y/N], I was just running a self diagnosis. You don't need to be scared."

"N-no, I'm not scared," you stuttered as you tried to look anywhere else but him. "It's just... Well..."

Smirking, the Android detective replaced the piece in his chest and turned to face you. Oh great. Now there's a full view of an unbuttoned shirt Android, sauntering towards you. You instinctively stepped back into the corridor as Conner started to corner you. Your heart was definitely going to burst out of your chest if you didn't breathe or cool down.

You suddenly felt your back against the wall and Conner was closing the distant between you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he placed his arm above your head, raising the other to touch your cheek. Your legs were not going to support you any longer. What on earth was going on...? You have never seen him act like this before. With him towering you like this... You weren't sure how much of it you could take.

You felt the detective turn his head away, and followed his gaze. Wait. Was he looking at [F/N]? Sure enough, they were standing there awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. Connor was glaring at them intently, his LED flashing red. He towered you like a lion towering his prey, claiming it away from other scavengers. It felt like time had stopped at that moment.

Close up, you saw Conner's mouth curl into a subtle snarl before he huffed softly through his nose and pushed himself away from the wall. Without a word, he turned back into the bathroom door, slamming it close behind him.

You were still standing against the wall, flushed and exhilarated. With wide eyes, you looked at the other bewildered spectator.

What the hell just happened...?

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After being stretched so thin for so long, you were finally given help from Markus. The new android that joined Jericho that completely turned the whole situation on its head. Honestly, you couldn’t been any happier. He has done so much in such a short amount of time that you wondered where he has been all this time. With both your inside help and Markus’s plans, Jericho was making great progress. He was able to secure a truck filled to the brim with supplies, he has inspired every deviant that resides in Jericho, and he already has shown the world that androids and humans can and should live together peacefully. All in the matter of days. He was what Jericho needed all along. A proper leader. Although, the people of Jericho argued it was both you and Markus that finally lead them into the light.

That is where you were currently at in Jericho helping in any way possible. Not at the department like you should be. But you had it covered. Now, the idea of another protest for today was being bounced around. A show that all androids simply wanted was just freedom. An idea you always believed in, and now you were possibly seeing it come true.

“After leaving the terminal, it is a straight shot to the streets where the sewer connects underneath. All you have to do is lift the manhole cover and now the rest of Jericho can join the march without any suspicion,” you stated. You, Markus, North, Simon, and Josh were all huddled into a group discussing final details of the march.

“Alright, sounds good to me,” Markus nodded. He looked to the other seeing if they were in agreement. They were, they either nodded or mumbled an okay.

“Great,” you smiled. “Also it would probably be best to do it within the next few hours or so when the roads have less traffic.”

“(Y/N),” Markus placed a hand on your shoulder. He had a look of concern etched into his face that made your nerves flutter for a second. “We were thinking it would be best for you to not come. Safer even,” He argued.

Shocked, you pulled out of Markus’s grip, “What? No, I’m going.” You looked to the others who avoided your gaze.

“(Y/N), there may be police. Your partner’s could even show up. We might be meet with guns,” Markus warned.

“I don’t care! Look, I’m touched that you care for my safety but if were being honest I haven’t been safe for months. Stealing, forging false reports and passports, hiding androids in my own apartment, the list goes on and on. At any second I could be found and sent to jail, at any second everything could fall apart, but I don’t care. I need to be there. This is world changing! And I’m definitely not going to be standing on the sidelines. You guys are my friends, and I’m not going to watch as you put your lives in danger.” You paused slightly out of breath. “Besides, I told Hank and Conner I was sick in bed.” Your voice small. It was another lie added to the ever-growing list you tell Hank and Connor.

The four of them stared at each other, probably sharing a telepathic conversation, before turning back to you. “I think (Y/N) should come. They’re as much as part of this as we are. They’re H. Someone who has been helping androids for months,” North pointed out. You smiled at her thankful for her support.

“Are you sure you want to come,” Josh asked. “Like Markus said, it may not end well.”

“And like I said, I don’t care. If you guys are going, I’m going.”

Markus sighed. “Okay, you can come.” However, he quickly added, “But stay behind us.”

Hours later, you were standing in the streets and you couldn’t believe at the number of androids. You were in a sea of androids, some from Jericho and some that were converted on the streets. It was amazing. You were the only one hiding your identity with your black beanie and scarf, playing your role of H. Markus gave you a holographic flag, it whipped around the android’s symbol for freedom. You marched side by side with androids feeling as if you were needed no other place. This is what you believed in more than anything in your life. Androids’ rights for freedom.

People on the streets stared in confusion and in awe as their own androids walked away to the growing mass. Androids began chanting different phrases: we are alive, freedom, we are people, and equal rights. People started taking pictures and recordings. One police officer tried to stop you, but he was sadly outnumbered and you continued to march on. A drone and a helicopter flew overhead, the media no doubt already covering the events unfolding. Events the world needed to see.

A smile plastered on your face. You began shouting along with them. Simon, Josh, and North smiled at you. You raised the flag higher waving it around. Hope and joy was all you knew. Then you heard the sirens and squealing of tires. Police blocked off one side of the road while the other was blocked off by the army. The soldiers already in a position of attack if anyone made the wrong move. Their eyeless masks chilled your hope calling out to your fear. All of you froze in place. Everyone stared at the fully armored and heavily weaponized people. You lowered the flag, but your grip increased. You were unsure what to do until Markus stepped up, doing his job as Jericho’s leader.

“We came here to demonstrate peacefully and tell humans that we are living beings. All we want is to live free,” Markus calmly told the soldiers.

“This is an illegal gathering. Disperse immediately or we will open fire,” the leader spoke into a megaphone.

Fear trickled down your spine. You watched as Markus and the army’s leader bantered back and forth, to stubborn forces clashing. Then a few shots were fired into the crowd. You flinched. Androids fell. Your eyes grew wide, your adrenaline coursed feverously throughout your body. You were scared, but you were not going to move. If you got shot, at least you did something you believed in. Josh and North bickered on how to act: attack or stand. Markus decided to stand. He did not want any more violence. More shots fired. More androids fell. More yelling. Then Markus walked forward.

You watched as the soldiers aimed and fired. Instinctually, you dropped the flag and tackled Markus out of the way. The bullet pierced your side. You quickly fell to your hands and knees. You gasped at the pain. One hand flew to the wound, blood already seeping your clothes, and squeezed to stop the flow. You heard your name being called, but your attention was elsewhere. Your attention on the pebbles and debris that littered the ground, on the new nicks that dotted your other hand and knees, on your scarf that fluttered to the ground, and on the wound that set your whole body on fire with pain.

The scarf was picked up and so were you. Your eyes stared upward at the helicopter that flew around. “Here, use this,” a voice said. Your scarf laid buddle up onto your wound. A hand lead your own on top and applied pressure. You whimpered. But you kept the pressure. “It’s okay, (Y/N), I got you,” it was Markus.

“Markus, my apartment,” you mumbled. “I have a first aid kit at my apartment.”

“Okay,” was all he said as he started running away with you cradled in his arms.

…

“And it seems that androids have flooded the streets,” the news helicopter report stated. “If you listen closely you can hear them chanting.” Through the TV, a distant shouting could be heard. We are alive, we are people, and other different chants all sharing the same idea.

“Shit,” Hank said as he watched the TV. The department was surprisingly empty with only Hank and Connor being the only two there. You were supposed to be here as well, but you called in sick this morning. Stomach bug, you said. Hank and Connor asked if you wanted them to bring you anything, but you quickly denied. Saying something along the lines of you didn’t want them to see you like this.

Connor swiveled around in his chair to face the TV mounted on the wall. “Well, isn’t that just great,” Hank muttered crossing his arms. “More work for us.”

“It looks as if reinforcement has come in. Police and the army now surround the androids,” the news reporter commented. “It’s unsure how the scene will play out – Wait, look!” The camera turned to an android speaking up, he spoke about wanting freedom while army simply blew him off. Not listening or caring about what he has to say.

Connor watched the TV intensely. Head cocked to the side, eyes squinted. “Hank,” he called out. “That android is Markus, the one responsible for the broadcast. And,” he looked more closely. A figure covered head to toe in black caught his attention. “That’s H right next to him.”

Hank only muttered a few curses under his breath.

When the shooting started, Hank and Connor leaned forward in their chairs wondering what will happen next. They watched as Markus stepped forward ready to sacrifice himself. Although, neither of them said it they both thought how if he was killed their case/mission would probably be over. Their intertwined paths would finally diverge, but that didn’t happen. They watched as H pushed Markus out of the way and got shot in the process. Hank sucked in through his teeth. Connor merely fixated. H was facing the ground on their hands and knees. Their scarf flew off. Now, Hank and Connor edged forward. Both men out of their chairs standing in front of the TV. If the camera will allow it, maybe, they could get an ID. Maybe, get a new lead.

“Now, it looks like the androids are fleeing the scene – wait. Is that blood? Actually human blood,” the reporter questioned. There was no doubt that anyone could see the pool of red against the splatters of blue. Markus quickly scrambled up to his feet and lifted H into his arms. He used the scarf to stop the bleeding. H’s face stared directly into the camera. “Is that a human?”

Hank and Connor were both shocked. Silent. Just staring unsure what to say or react. Hank broke the silence first. He exploded with a string of curse words. He stomped away and the cursing followed with him. Connor, however, continued to stare dumbfounded. Your face burned into his mind. Your face twisted into pain. He couldn’t quite understand how he felt. Betrayed? Hurt? Upset? Yes to all and more. But for two reasons: one, for you secretly helping deviants and, two, for seeing how much pain you were in. An instability code flashed in his programing.

“Come on, Connor, we’re going,” Hank huffed. Connor didn’t even hear him return.

Connor faced him, “Where are we going?” Connor followed Hank who was already at the elevators.

“(Y/N)’s apartment. Clearly they’re not sick and I have a few questions that need to be answered.”

…

Markus busted open your apartment door. You told him where the first aid kit was. He first laid you on the couch before quickly leaving to retrieve it. You writhed on the couch in agony, biting your lip to stop the screams of pain. Your hand coated in your blood, your scarf completely ruined. Markus returned with the first aid kit in a matter of seconds. He ripped the bottom half of your shirt seeing the wound making so much blood.

“It’s a clean shot,” Markus stated. “None of your organs have been damaged.”

“Good, that’s good,” you groaned.

Markus opened the kit and went to work. “This is going to hurt,” was all he said before immediately disinfecting the wound. You flung your arm over your mouth to muffle your screams. The disinfectant made the bullet wound fell like being poked with a cotton ball. Markus said sorry as he continued to clean the wound. After cleaning it, he grabbed stitches but he paused staring at you. Confusion written all over his face.

“I was supposed to be shot. Why did you push me out of the way,” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? You’re asking this now.” You huffed, “Jericho needs you. They need you alive.”

“Jericho needs you too.”

You scoffed, “Not as badly as they need you. Look, you’re their leader. Me, am just a simple helper.” Although what you really wanted to say was liar. Because that all you did was lie and steal.

He shook his head and began stitching you up. You whimpered as he stitched you up, but he felt the conversation wasn’t over. “Just don’t do that again. I, androids, can take this kind of pain. You, you can’t. You’re going to be sore and unable to do anything for the next week. You can’t be a helper, as you claim to be, if you’re in pain.”

You hummed, biting back the cries. “C-can’t. Your my friend too, Markus. I-I can’t let you jump in fr-front of every bullet,” you stuttered out through your clenched teeth. You were basically gnawing on your hand to stop the screams.

Markus went silent as he finished up. He covered the wound with bandage and wrapped your lower torso in gauze to keep it clean. Now, you had no bullet holes but will probably have a wonderful scar. You sat up on the couch slightly dizzy and numb with pain. Markus still sat on the floor putting the supplies away.

“(Y/N),” he started. “Thanks.” He looked up, his two different eyes colors piercing your own.

“No problem, Markus. I guess now I’ll just take some pain meds and sleep for the next week,” you attempted at a joke, but Markus didn’t laugh.

“(Y/N), there’s something else.”

“What?”

He placed the kit on the coffee table then stood turning on your TV. Breaking news footage was on every channel. All of it showing the march. Pride swelled up. You looked to Markus happy to see the cause making news, but he face told a different story. “Just keep watching,” he muttered. As quickly as your pride soared it plummeted fast. Fear and horror replaced it in an instant. Your face was plastered on the screen.

“H-How?”

“North sent me a message when I was carrying you. I searched everywhere and your face is on every news station. A Human with the Androids,” he stated the headline.

“No, no, this can’t be happening.” Your mind went crazy. Everything was finally falling apart. Quicker and sooner than you expected. Which also meant that Hank and Connor probably knew. They are probably coming here right now. Oh god. “Markus, you have to leave. My partners are probably on there way. Go,” you shooed him. Markus hesitated. “Now! Markus! Go!” He ran. Out through the fire escape and back to Jericho.

Panic ensued afterwards. How were you going to explain this to Hank and Connor? You hobbled around you apartment gathering things as a plan started to take place. You know what you were going to do. And the plan broke your heart. With everything in place, you collapsed onto the couch out of breath and in serious pain. You clutched your side wishing for the pain to seize just for a moment.

Hank nearly busted down your door. He came in guns blazing with Connor hot on his trail. In their minds, they were expecting deviants but in reality it was just you. You in a torn, bloody shirt, torso wrapped in gauze, pants and sneakers spotted with your blood and android blood. Your complexion paler, your overall health was stable. Not great, but stable. Hank lowered his gun and put it away, but the anger in his eyes never left. Not that you expected it too. What you didn’t know was also how relieved Hank and Connor was to see you alive. They both stepped further into your apartment glad to see you breathing even if it was in shallower breaths.

“So,” you dragged out. “I’m not sick.” I have no idea how to start this. “And I guess you saw the news.”

“(Y/N), what the fuck is going on,” Hank asked.

You swallowed. A lump in your throat already forming. Just rip it off like a Band-Aid. “I help deviants, androids, whatever you want to call them,” you sputtered out.

“Well, no shit! I saw you get shot on TV for them.” Hank ran his hands through his face and into his hair. “When? When did this all start?”

You shimmed in your seat mumbling, “More or less six months.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

You found new interest in your nails, picking and playing with them. Connor spoke up next, “You’re H.” He stated it rather than questioned it. “We know you stole from Cyberlife, but what else have you done?” He was desperately trying to do his job, focusing solely on his mission he was sent to complete. Not on the blood that covered you.

“Please,” you whispered. Your emotions were taking a hold of you. “Don’t ask me that.”

“We have to know, (Y/N). You’re a suspect now!” Hank shouted. “God, I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.”

That stung. You bit your lip as tears prickled in your eyes. “I’ve forged fake passports and IDs, I’ve lied on reports, I’ve tampered with evidence, I’ve hid deviants in this apartment, and I’ve stole countless times from Cyberlife. For the past six months, all I’ve done was lie directly to your face.” Hank and Connor were shocked and hurt. As they should be. Like you wanted to tell Markus, all you were was a liar and a decent thief.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered but it felt useless on your tongue. No words could tell Hank and Connor how sorry you were for lying and putting them through this. Hank and Connor saw how defeated you were. They both felt betrayed and hurt. Absolutely. Yet, they were glad to know. And so were you. No more lying, no more sneaking around. A small weight lifted off your shoulders.

“Me too, kid. Me too,” Hank muttered. His partner and his apprentice for years was now a criminal. Someone he thought of as family went behind his back for months. It hurt him just as much as it hurt you.

Connor remembered how hard he worked to get you to smile that one day, how confused he was as to why you weren’t your joyful self. Now, he understood. You shot him. After that you could look at him without feeling horrible. Even now, he still wanted you to smile. He wanted to tell you that he forgave you for shooting him, that he wasn’t anger with you, and a million other things. He wanted you to be happy. At that thought, another instability code popped into his programming. But he also had a mission as well.

“I’m sorry to say this but I need to bring you in (Y/N),” Hank said. “You’re under arrest.”

You gave Hank a sad smile. You knew this was coming and today was the day. Although, you never imagined Hank to be the one to do it. “Would it be too much to ask if I changed my shirt,” you said lifting up your tattered mess.

Hank glanced down at the shirt then at the bandages. He wished he could have been there to help you. He did not like seeing you hurt. He nodded. You slowly got up from the couch and inched towards your bedroom. The pain evident in your face and stance. The bedroom door was only a few feet away but at each step sent a shockwave of pain through you. You opened the door and cracked it behind you.

Hank and Connor shared a look. As if saying they couldn’t believe this is how their day turned out. One second they thought about bringing you soup, now, now they were bringing you to jail. Connor stepped closer to Hank whispering, “I can’t believe this is happening.” It was all he could think and say. “Do you think they really did all of that?” Connor knew you weren’t lying, but he had to know what Hank thought about it.

“At this point Connor, yes I do. I don’t want to, but I do.” Hank was still dumbfounded. Years of working together and he never suspected this.

“What are we going to do?”

“Arrest them for now. Do a formal interrogation? Get a written confession? I don’t know. One step at a time, Connor.”

Hank and Connor waited a few more seconds, idling around. Hank snapped, his lack of patience took ahold of him. He marched over to your bedroom door flinging it open, “Come on, (Y/N) –“ He stopped in mid-sentence. You were gone. The fire escape window was opened letting in a cool breeze. You ran. “Shit!” That was all Hank could muster. He was out of the apartment door down the stairs to the streets to see if he could spot you. He didn’t.

However, Connor stayed behind. A note was on your bed. A paper torn from a notebook addressing both him and Hank. It said, “I’m sorry you guys found out this way. If I could change anything it would be to tell you both sooner. I’m not ashamed for helping those in need but I am for lying to you both for so long. I hope after everything we can try to start again. I’m sorry.”

At the bottom of the paper, it was warped. Ink blotches smeared the sorry. Connor didn’t need to analyze it to know what caused it, he knew it was your tears. You were crying when you wrote this letter. Now, this was the only thing he has left of you. You were gone, probably at Jericho, out of his reach.

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Dramatics (Sequel - Connor x Reader)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend

Pairing: Connor x Reader

A/N: This was demanded from me and I have provided xD Many of you asked for a sequel to Dramatics so here you are! I hope you all enjoyed this as you’ve enjoyed the first one. We are all suckers for protective/possessive/jealous Connor. Feedback is appreciated! I also want to thank you all for being so enthusiastic in my writing, because it makes me want to just write more for everyone~ You guys are the best ;w;

Keys: [F/N] - Friend’s name

[F/LN] - Friend’s last name

[Y/N] - Your name

[L/N] - Your last name

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Warm in your bed, you weren’t keen on waking up for work. The sun was already leaking through your curtains and you could hear the birds chatting and singing up a storm on the nearby willow tree. You quickly switched off the buzzing of your alarm before slumping back down onto the bed.

Staring at the ceiling, you sighed as your mind was already in the works. There was so much to think about considering what had happened last night. You closed your eyes as you replayed the events, remembering every single detail. The sight of Connor’s shirtless body, android-white and gleaming as if it were shining in perspiration. His hair hanging loosely over his forehead with messed curls. The warmth of his breath by your cheek, feathering your neck. His gentle hands brushing against your other cheek, comforting and rhythmic. His hooded, coffee eyes, harsh and piercing, warning away other predators but alluring, tender and almost pleading when they met yours.

And oh. His lips. Oh my god. His soft, inviting lips. Parted slightly. Teasing. Close. Curled in a soft snarl with a tensed jaw and gritted teeth.

You inhaled sharply and bit your lip, feeling heavy churning in your stomach. It was supposed to be the feeling of butterflies but it felt more of wild flapping of disturbed pigeons. You groaned and grabbed the nearby pillow, stuffing it onto your face as you tried to get the images of Connor out of your head.

You had left Hank’s place before anyone had the chance to explain anything but not before placing a blanket on a drunk lieutenant that drooling on the couch. You had asked [F/N] if they were okay getting home on their own to which they had hesitatingly reassured you they were going to be fine. Flushed and embarrassed, you had distractedly arrived in your own home, showered in frustration and fell into restless sleep.

You finally decided that your job was the only thing that fed and housed you, flipping the blankets off and proceeded to clean the evidence of sleep. You were frying quick breakfast when your phone rang. Wiping your hands with a nearby cloth, you looked at the screen to see your caller.

Connor - RK800.

You felt your cheeks immediately burn at the sight of his name and his contact picture, regal and poised. You paced the small apartment kitchen, your heart beating faster with slight anxiety working you up. You suspected he called to apologise for his behaviour and blame it on a system malfunction, vowing that it would never happen again.

The phone was still ringing. Oh crap. You panicked and pressed the decline button. Oh my god, why did you do that? Facepalming and whispering curses to yourself, you scraped the nearly burnt breakfast into a plastic box. Putting the breakfast into your bag, you locked up and quickly boarded the bus that nearly left without you. You settled down on a seat near the window and plugged in your earphones, selecting your favourite song as the bus pulled out onto the road. You looked around and saw androids and humans sitting next to each other like there were no differences. Ever since the android revolution, relationships between androids and humans were quite estranged. However, the androids were putting on their best behaviour, ready to be accepted as equals. They no longer needed to stand in their own android compartments on buses, android parking and such. They were one of us now. You smiled as you saw an android lady talking animatedly to a small boy, revealing her android skin around her hands. It seemed like she was teaching him something. The boy’s father was beaming proudly at them both. It looked like they were such a happy family.

Imagine if you and Connor were a family. Holding hands, laughing as your child ran ahead, chasing a little ladybug. Choking, you realised what you were thinking about and turned away to face the window to watch the passing streets as the world woke up in the sunlight.

You need to get yourself together, [Y/N]. You mentally slapped yourself, it was definitely just a system malfunction. Connor was still adjusting to the new deviancy. After all, he was made to be a deviant hunter so obviously Cyberlife would take extra precautions in his programming.

The bus stopped at the small square where the bookstore was and you briskly stepped off, making your way down the path. Greeting a few other shop owners that were also just opening, you rummaged for your keys, opening the door.

The door revealed a rather large plush doll of a Saint Bernard sitting on the counter. Around its neck, was a golden chained, ivory stone necklace. You were stunned as you looked around outside to search for the culprit. No one suspicious in sight. Returning back inside, you placed your bags down and picked up the plush. It resembled a lot like Sumo. You noticed a solid paper card underneath the plush, sealed in a golden envelope that had your name in crisp, cursive black print. Probably Cyberlife Cursive typeface, you guessed. Connor...sent this? You were quite surprised because people rarely use paper anymore with the new digital age and all. He certainly had a taste for gifts and maybe by the fact that you work at one of the few standing paperback bookstores, he knew you preferred the traditional materials.

You put down the plush and carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the letter within.

[Y/N].

Hank and I would like to present these as gifts souvenirs we have collected during our investigation. As you may have guessed, the Saint Bernard stuffed doll is a representation of Sumo, chosen by Hank himself. He had immediately thought of you when he passed it by the store window. As you know, Hank doesn't like sappiness so he does not want to include himself in this letter.

You snorted out loud, smiling as you read. Classic Hank.

The necklace around Stuffed Sumo is my gift to you. Made out of pure ivory, it is actually the rare tooth of an elk. I had promised to find you a souvenir from the investigation itself so yes this is part of the pieces of evidence. Don't worry. They won't be able to detect the difference between the fake I deposited.

As I present these gifts, I would like to apologize for my behavior last night. It was definitely very uncharacteristic of me and I have done a self-diagnosis that indicates a bit of a system error. I hope [F/N] did not take offense.

Ah there it was. You had already predicted what he would say.

I hope that you would find it in your heart to look past this inconvenience.

Connor

Oh... Inconvenience? Okay sure, it was an inconvenience to your poor heart and mind that wouldn't stop freaking out but you knew that wasn't what Connor had meant. Shaking your head with a smile, you placed the Sumo plush by the window, giving it a pat on the head before setting down to work. It was so sweet of both of them. You made a vow to always treasure them both enough and to make sure they knew.

Half way through the day, you remembered to give [F/N] a call, to make sure they weren't going to run away from you. You had also wanted to catch up with them before they headed overseas again.

"It seems like I have competition," they had joked and reassured you. "Don't worry about it too much."

You had sighed with relief. "Could I make it up to you with a proper dinner out? I promise it'll be Conner-less."

Agreeing on a time and a rather expensive place, you decided to message Hank, letting him know that you were going to be missing dinner with them.

As evening settled, you waved off your last customer before putting away the last stock. You were just about to leave before something glittered by the window, reminding you of a certain tenderness. Connor's necklace. Biting your lip in a quick thought, you decided to take the necklace off of stuffed Sumo. Clasping the chain around your neck, you glanced at the reflection on the window, admiring the way the tooth glimmered against the streetlight that streamed through the glass.

You touched it lightly with your hand as you thought about Connor once more. How was it possible that a machine becoming deviant could be so impactful...? It allowed him to understand sentimentality. Evolution was a wonder.

Feeling rather embarrassed about the amount of times you thought about him, you shook your head and exited the shop, making your way to the restaurant.

The night was going really well. Excellent food and drinks along with [F/N] with so many stories to tell about their adventures and experiences in teaching at seminars and several universities. You exchanged stories by telling them about the whole deviant revolution that happened a few years back and how things were actually still so raw. You avoided the subject about work, explaining that it was obviously nothing compared to what they were doing.

You had excused yourself to go to the restroom and had just walked out when suddenly, the restaurant exploded, causing you to fly backwards into the wall. You felt your breath leave you as you fell onto the floor. You could hear screams along with things breaking and burning. What the hell happened...? Glancing around with blurred eyes, you saw that everything was in ruins and on fire. Nothing was recognizable anymore. You feel your conscious giving up on you as everything slowly turned dark.

Then...silence.

It felt like you were drifting in the void, drowsily letting go of everything. It was so quiet. It was kind of nice. Just nothing. It felt like you had been there for ages.

"[Y/N]!"

Someone was calling out to you. Probably [F/N]. You could sense desperation in their voice. You opened your eyes but squinted them close again from the white flash of pain that you felt everywhere.

You tried to get up but a sharp jab in your chest caused you to cry out as you collapsed back down. Strong hands gripped your arms, stablising you. You felt them lift you up, sweeping you into a bridal style. They were asking you something but your ears still rang of both noise and silence. Was that even possible...? You felt that you had discovered new muscles and pain in areas that you didn’t realise could feel pain. Hazily nuzzling against their chest, you moaned, trying to communicate with your savior.

They were saying something else, but you could only make out the reassuring tone with a sense of worry and anger. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be carried outside and felt your skin prickle with something damp. Oh. It was raining. The air smelt of the mixture of burnt plastic, smoke and moisture of the rain. You could hear panicked voices, sirens and just ultimate chaos. You were placed onto something soft and your savior’s hands searching you everywhere. They gently touched your face, eyes, ears, down to your neck, and suddenly...

WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! As you felt the pair of hands lift up your shirt you jolted up despite what it feels like to be a stab wound in your chest.

“HEY!” you yelled, feeling the haziness flutter away form your brain. “What are you doing?!”

The hands pushed you gently but firmly down. “Please calm down, [Y/N], you are seriously injured and I need to remove this garment so I can tend to it.”

The voice sounded extremely familiar now that you were out of the initial haze. You closed your eyes as you pleaded. Please don’t let it be Connor, please don’t let it be Connor, please don’t let it Connor... You wouldn’t know how to react if it was the detective android that was tending to your pretty exposed body.

You opened your eyes slowly to look at your caretaker.

What do you know...? Of course, it was Connor.

"Wha-" You stuttered as you looked at him up and down. Oh no... Not the collared white shirt. It was slightly singed with smudged ashes. Thank goodness it wasn't buttoned down all the way. It looked like he was having a casual night before everything happened. There was still quite a visual of his collarbone but you immediately looked right up to his eyes to stop yourself from flushing more than usual.

"Connor!" you gasped, bewildered. "What are you doing here?!"

You realised that you were in the back of an ambulance with the doors opened, allowing you to make out a crowd of people and flashing lights of authority. Conner scanned the road, searching for something before turning his gaze back to you. His eyes were filled with the same fire they held the previous the night as his jaw evidently tightens.

"Why did you not inform me of where you were?" he hissed, his voice lower and huskier than usual. You felt your chest numb, as Connor injects something there. It didn’t stop the burning traces of his hands as they brushed against your skin while he worked on stitching up the wound that sat directly below your rib.

"Hey, I told Hank I was going to be busy," you retorted defensively.

The Android took a step closer towards you, his LED flashing red as he concentrated. "But you didn't tell me," he growled slowly. "And now you are here. With [F/N].” Quite honestly, instead of intimidating you, it was turning you on a little, despite your condition. The close proximity is going to drive you nuts.

You opened your mouth, suddenly worried about [F/N] but Connor waved his hand dismissively, interrupting you. “They’re fine.”

His eyes briefly flickered to you as you looked away, relieved. Glancing back at him, you frowned. “Is it even in your programming to know how to tend to the wounded?”

Connor subtly tilted his head in his usual quirk, eyes not leaving your injury. “I have some programming,” he explained absentmindedly. “It would also be an inconvenience to me if a foreign model or person touches you.”

Your eyes widened at his additional comment, and you could feel a rise in heat.

He shook his head in frustration and continues to scold you. “Look at what happens when I am not around; you get into trouble."

You decided that you were done being bullied into submission even though you were lying there belly-bare as he towered you. "Conner, they're just my friend that I haven't seen in ever." You glared at him square in the eyes, causing him to raise an eyebrow at your sudden fire of defiance. "It’s also not often that restaurants get blown up either. I can take care of myself. I don't belong to you or anything, it's not like you own me." You tried to restrain from grimacing from the ache all over your body, feeling smug at your self-confidence.

The detective smirked, agreeing to play your game. "Well, Miss [L/N]," he cut the last thread of the stitch, letting his hand rest on the nape of your neck. Taking the chain of the ivory tooth necklace and slowly brushing against your skin, he knelt down and leaned in right next to your ear. His other hand was resting on your bare belly, thumb stroking lightly.

Your breath hitched as you felt his lips graze ever so lightly against your cheek. You could feel your heart wanting to jump right out your throat and throw itself at Connor. What the hell man. This isn't fair. You were a strong independent person and yet, your willpower and probably sense of dignity would vanish the moment Connor came into scene. To top it off, you were wounded and vulnerable in a bed so obviously he had the higher ground.

"The moment you placed this on..." he whispered, pulling back slightly, his face only inches away from yours as he glances at you with eyes glinting dangerously.

"You belong to me.”

You laid there, hot, bothered and in pain. This was absolute torture. You closed your eyes, and kept your lips thin as you stubbornly refused to look at him, knowing that he enjoyed toying with you.

You heard him move away, possibly with the biggest, cockiest smirk in history. You still kept your eyes shut, brows furrowed with embarrassment.

“I must tend to the investigation now, they need me to be on scene,” you heard Connor say.

He placed a soft hand in the middle of your chest and scanned, enjoying the sight of your elevated heartbeat on his HUD interface.

“Get better, [Y/N]. I will be expecting you.”

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Note: Welcome to the wonderful conclusion of this short series. I just want to thank everybody once again for loving the story as much as I did. I hope you love the ending as much as I loved writing it!

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

You were freezing shaking like a leaf unable to get warm. Leaping off a ship into freezing water was probably not the best idea but then again it was the only one. With the ship blown up, the rest of Jericho, including Connor, were packed into an abandon church waiting for the next step. You watched as Markus went around asking how everyone was doing, asking for advice from his close friends, and overall trying to formulate a decent plan. However, only one kept running through your mind: how in the hell was everyone dry already? You saw them jump off the ship into the same body of water; so, how come you were the only one still damp?

It’s probably some sort of android thing.

Thankfully, Markus was kind enough to make a small fire for you. You sat on the ground back to a wall facing the fire with your arms wrapped tightly around your body trying to create some heat. Your jacket laid next to the fire in an attempt to dry it faster. Jacketless and damp at any small breeze you would shiver and shake.

“Here.”

A weight was dropped onto your shoulders. A jacket. More specifically, Connor’s jacket. Almost immediately you felt warmer. You snuggled closer into the jacket grateful for Connor’s kindness. You looked over to Connor who sat down next to you. His focus was on the fire. From this angle, you could still see the shift in him. From android following orders to deviant following his heart. He looked more relaxed, yet also he looked more scared? You entirely weren’t sure.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

He nodded swiftly in return. Yup definitely, scared. “Uh, so, how’s, uh –“ You had no idea how to ask him what it was like to be deviant, what the shift felt like, or if he was okay in general. He turned to you and cocked his head. His eyes glanced over you taking in your damp appearance: hair slicked to your head, your clothes clung to your body, and water droplets speckled your face. His eyes could make out the imprint of the gauze underneath your shirt.

“Are you okay?” You both asked at the same time.

You chuckled while Connor shook his head with a smile twitched on his lips. “Uh, you first,” you said.

“Are you okay?” He ran a quick analysis of your current state. “Your heartrate seems to be higher than normal while your core body temperature is lower than the ideal range of 36.5-37.5 ˚C or 99.5-97.7 ˚F.” He took off his beanie and placed it over your head. You felt his fingers skimmed past your ears before returning to his sides. “That should increase your core temperature to a more stable condition. Your wound hasn’t reopened, but do you feel any pain” he asked. Concern written all over his face.

“I’m fine, a dull pain but nothing I can’t deal with. Uh, thanks for the hat.” You tugged on the beanie giving him a smile, “I guess I’m just in shock. Cold and in shock. Jumping into nearly freezing water can do that to a human being.” You laughed at the end but Connor missed your small joke. “Um, what about you? How are you doing after the whole deviancy thing?”

“I’m good. It’s different. Daunting I suppose, but I’m fine.” His attention focused back onto the fire. Dealing with new emotions was scary. Such as the feeling he got when he looked at you. It always felt as if his pump regulator malfunctioned for a second which sends him into a tizzy. He wasn’t sure what it was but he liked the feeling. Feeling as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You bumped his shoulder gaining his attention back. “You know I’m here for you, right? If you need anything just ask,” you told him.

He nodded. His eyes wondered over to Markus seeing him talk to other androids. Seeing Markus brought back the conversation Connor had with him moments before decided to you check up on you. He had to tell you the plan, it was part of the reason he came over. “I’m going back to Cyberlife,” he stated.

“What?”

The fear in your eyes made Connor seize up. “No, I’m not returning back. I created a plan with Markus. The only way to win this is with numbers and there is thousands of androids at Cyberlife. I’m going to infiltrate Cyberlife and wake up the androids.”

However, his plan didn’t settle your fears. Only increased them. “Connor, that’s suicide! You go in and they will kill you on the spot.”

“They might, but they still trust me. I can do it. We need those androids to shift the balance of power.”

“Then I’m going with you,” you stated with determination.

“You can’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Because your face is all over the news outlets, everyone knows you are with the androids. You go to Cyberlife with me and you will be arrested or shot on sight.” Connor did not want to see you get hurt anymore, especially if he can prevent it.

Your determination deflated because he was right. You muttered, “Okay, just come back in one piece, come back safe.” Staring at Connor in that moment, you realized that you always liked him. Since day one. You just always tried to ignore it, sometimes hoping it would go away. But it didn’t. It grew every minute you were next to him. The more you interacted with him the more those feelings grew. Now, that he was deviant some part of you hoped that maybe, just maybe, something could happen. “Promise me, Connor. Promise me, you will come back.”

“I promise,” he said and he meant it. It was the only promised he has ever made and he intended on keeping it.

Without much thought, you began to lean towards Connor. Your doubts and fears were pushed to the side as you lived in the moment and kissed Connor on his cheek. A small peck. But still a kiss. Their so soft, Connor thought. It was the only thing he could think of into a proper sentence. His focus torn between on your lips and how close the two of you were. It felt as if his pump forgot to work all together while his mind couldn’t process anything else. You gently pulled away as your eyes grew wide. A blush spread across your cheeks as the whole situation dawned on you. You whipped your head back towards the fire not wanting to make eye contact with Connor.

Connor detected your heartrate increasing. He lifted his fingers up brushing the spot on his cheek where you lips were seconds ago. “What was that,” he asked in disbelief.

“A, uh, good luck kiss,” you whispered. You still couldn’t believe you did that, but you owed Connor an explanation. “I don’t know what is going to happen next and it seemed like a good thing to do. Maybe, I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You didn’t even want to look at Connor anymore. Embarrassment flooded through your entire body. All you wanted to do was hide. Why did I do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice Connor was now leaning towards you. He returned the favor giving you a small peck on your cheek as well. His lips were slightly cold, but you didn’t mind the chill for once. Your blushed harder when he pulled away. “Good luck,” he whispered back. “I promise I’ll come back.” With that, he stood ready to go to Cyberlife with new found determination. However, not without stopping by Markus first to ask him to watch over while he was away at Cyberlife.

You didn’t notice the conversation. Your eyes trained on the fire. Your mind in a frenzy that Connor returned the kiss. Your mind constantly replayed the moment over and over in your head. You still had Connor’s beanie and his jacket which you unconsciously wrapped closer to your body. Connor was the only thing you focused on until Markus began speaking to everyone about his plan. His plan to march peacefully to the camps and pressure the authorities to release those trapped in the camps. It was a good plan and everyone was ready to go. With your clothes now dry, Connor’s jacket and beanie, you were ready. In some minor pain, but with a new pep in your step.

The demonstration was a blur. You followed along doing everything Markus asked from sitting down in protest to helping build a small barricade to hold position. In the barricade, you helped the few androids that were shot, you talked strategy with Markus, and watched as reporter snapped photos from the side and as a helicopter flew over top. It was strange how quickly everything was happening. How quickly you went from both detective and H to simply H or how quickly Connor went from android to deviant. It was just a lot happening fast. But not fast enough. Your focus was on Connor during the whole ordeal hoping and praying he would return, that nothing would happen to him.

Please, come back. Please, please, please.

It wasn’t until the army decided to strike that you were brought back to the present rather abruptly. Grenades blasted around you, gunshots fired next to your ears, androids fell, and chaos ensued. You leapt into action pulling androids out of harm’s way. Throwing pieces of sheet metal at soldiers or at androids to use as shields. You were doing everything in your power until you felt something push you to the ground.

“Captain, possible suspect H in custody,” a voice shouted above you. You laid on your stomach, hands at your sides as a foot pressed onto your back. A gun nudged your head to the side lifting up Connor’s beanie off your head. The soldier now had a good look at you. “Confirmed, suspect H in custody. Awaiting orders.”

You couldn’t hear the response. The hum of adrenaline in your ears was too loud. Your eyes frantically searched around for a weapon or for someone to help you. All you saw was more androids dead on the ground. Their eyes still showing the same fear you felt. Their puddles of blue blood would soon mix with your own.

“Yes, Captain,” the voice stated. The gun repositioned on your head, you could hear the person get into position. He was going to shoot. You didn’t know what to do. Screaming wouldn’t help, screaming was happening all around you. You were frozen with fear. Unable to do anything but think. Think about your new friends that you made this year at Jericho, think about Hank who was like a father figure to you, and think about Connor who just became a deviant because of you. Tears prickled in your eyes as a wave of emotions crashed over you.

A gun fired.

You flinched. But it wasn’t the gun trained on you.

The gun dropped by your side along with the soldier. A bullet hole directly in the middle of his helmet. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Markus.

He pulled you up to your feet. You were shaking with fear. “Holy shit,” you mumbled. Your hands latched onto Markus’s forearms squeezing them. You needed something stable, something real to ground you back to reality. You looked to Markus as he stared at you with concern. You slowly released him, “Thanks, Markus.”

Tossing the gun to the side, he shook his head, “Consider it repayment for saving me early. Besides I don’t think Connor would appreciate it if I didn’t save your life.” He seemed to smirk to himself like it was an inside joke.

At the mention of Connor and Markus’s smirk, you became confused. “Connor? What are you talking about?”

He laughed once, “Nothing.” Then he quickly added, “Duck!”

He pushed you onto the ground as round of gunfire was fired at the spot you were standing seconds ago. He pulled you up again. All you saw were soldiers flooding into and over the barricade. There’s too many. You were forced to huddle together with the remaining few survivors. You saw Josh and Simon in the mix which brought minor relief. You turned to ask Markus what to do next but the wall of soldiers made the words stop in your throat. There was no exit. You were surrounded about to be executed with those remaining of Jericho. Markus and North stood in front acting like a shield for everyone. The soldiers raised their guns each other them locking onto a target. You knew what soldier would be responsible for your death.

In the corner of your eye, you watched as Markus turned to North. His attention focused solely on her. Not caring about the soldiers, he kissed her. Your focused shifted from the soldier to those two. You were so overjoyed seeing those two. You saw the hints of a relationship slowly blossoming over the last few days and you were happy that they were together. Happy they got their last moment with someone they loved. You thought back to Connor again in that moment wishing that he was still safe. At the sight of Markus and North, the soldiers lowered their guns confused. They looked to one another unsure what to do.

Then the order came in. The order to stand down and disperse. Relief crashed over you, you almost collapsed to the ground in relief, while the rest of Jericho cheered. The soldiers drove away abandoning the camps and those trapped were free. You smiled and started cheering along, whooping and hollering. Ecstatic that this fight was over and most importantly that you won. Androids were finally free.

That’s when you heard them in the distance.

The in sync march of androids recently liberated from Cyberlife. It was exhilarating to see them all. The rows and rows of androids, but you had another thought on your mind. Connor. Connor who was successful. Connor who stood in front of the mass leading them directly to Markus. Connor who was alive and safe. Your smile increased at the sight of him. Without thinking, you ran. Past the androids, past Markus, and directly to Connor. Seeing you running towards him, Connor smiled. You didn’t stop running until you were in his arms. You squeezed tight relieved to see him again. He returned the hug just as relieved and happy to see you as well.

You let go but your smile never left your face, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Well, I did promise you I would return,” he said gently.

You laughed. “Yes. Yes, you did.”

Connor turned his attention to Markus with North by his side who both stood behind you. “You did it, Markus.”

Markus quickly countered, “We did it.” He looked from Connor to you. “This is a great day for our people. Humans will have no choice now. They’ll have to listen to us.”

“Well, you have one human who listens to you, what’s a few more million?” You joked.

After Markus’s speech, you and Connor walked around Detroit not caring where to go. Both of you felt on top of the world, new hope wiggled into your hearts. However, you walked with a little distance between Connor unsure how to act. Of course, you kissed him and hugged him. But. But that was all in the moment who knows if he returned those feelings.

“(Y/N),” Connor said.

You didn’t realize that Connor had stopped walking. You turned around to see him stopped underneath a street light. The roads lifeless, buildings abandon, it was only you and Connor. So private yet so public. You hummed as you walked back to Connor.

“I have a question,” he said.

You chuckled, “It’s not another corny joke, is it?”

“Uh, no.” He shuffled in place. “It came to me when I saw North and Markus.”

A feet few separated the two of you. Your mind already jumping to conclusions. You breathed out, “What is it?”

His nerves were holding him back. Seeing you underneath this street light, you glowed. Fresh snow was sprinkled in your hair making it twinkle like his own personal starry night. He froze taking in the sight of you. There you were, positively sparkling, in front of him still wearing the burly jacket he gave you. His beanie was missing but he didn’t care. He saw how you clutched the end of the sleeves as if daring someone to try and to take it off of you. He swallowed down the nerves, “Do you think that we could be like that?”

Your heart fluttered at his statement. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what he meant, you just wanted to hear him say it.

“Do you think we could have a relationship like that? Could I be your boyfriend?”

Nothing could describe how happy you were in that moment. A goofy smile plastered on your face, “Are you asking, Connor?”

His pump regulator went out of sync seeing you smile at him like that. “Yes,” he whispered. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” you answered seconds after he asked.

His eyes lit up and smiled. He lifted you off the ground twirling you around as you laughed. He gently set you down. Both of you were out of breath. You looked to his lips and he looked to your lips. Your eyes locked with his. Slowly, you both leaned forward. His lips brushed yours. You shivered. He hesitated for a second. Then he looked into your eyes, your loving eyes that shared all of his same emotions. You collided together. It was everything you wanted. It was a passionate, mind numbing, heart pounding kiss that mimicked how you both felt in that moment. Out of breath, you slowly pulled away. Inches only separated the two of you. Each of you shared the same broad smile. Both of you excited for what will happen next.

Who knew going against the DPD and helping deviants would give me a boyfriend?

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