Ticklish|Detroit: Become Human|Connor X Reader (Female)

Ticklish|Detroit: Become Human|Connor x Reader (Female)

A/N: This was very fun to write! Enjoy.

Warnings: None.

Connor x Reader (Female)

Summary: But he had no idea you would jump in place, neither make or rather squeak into thin air. The both of you stayed silent for a moment. Then, Connor slowly… repeated the action, this time purposely. You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand that brought it to an abrupt stop. Connor felt a pair of hands settle over his and unstick them away from your stomach.

“Connor, don’t.”

***

“Hey son, could you ask (Y/N) if she could fix up a coffee for me as well?” Connor’s fixed attention on the files he was registering in his memory was cut off at the sound of the Lieutenant. He retreated his hand away from the keyboard, his skin materializing back over the white porcelain of his hands before directing his gaze towards Hank.

“Right away Lieutenant- I mean… Hank.”

Becoming a deviant gave him a freedom he wasn’t used to. He had a mind of his own now, with no instructions to maneuver him around anymore. Sometimes he had to remind himself that it was alright to drop the formalities with Hank. More importantly, he was considered a friend and an individual that was alive. It hadn’t flown past his attention the fact that he was now regarded as a human being.

And it felt nice.

Though Gavin still remained a prick, there was no change in that.

“Thanks Connor.” Anderson returned to his own pending work, hands moving over the keyboard. The android pushed back in his chair, standing up and going to push the chair back in. But he halted mid action, taking an innocent look around the office before turning on his side and pushing said chair in with his hip.

As much as a small action it was, it was very much invigorating to be able to move like that. His former program strictly held him on a more professional stride, meaning he couldn’t or wouldn’t think of moving the chair the way he just did. But he did it, and it felt wonderful to communicate his own feelings that way.

He started making his way to the kitchen area with a small spring in his stride, spotting you in front of the counter. It was clear you hadn’t noticed his presence so it wasn’t quite difficult to slide in behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to peek over your shoulder. He had seen and heard of the meaning of hugs. Some humans used it as a greeting so he decided to try it himself instead of what he usually did.

You seemed a bit tense though, maybe you were working too much.

“Uh- Connor?” You craned your neck to get a good look at him, your hand frozen on the spoon you were using to mix. “What are you doing?”

“Lieutenant Anderson has politely requested that you make a cup of coffee for him, if you would.” The corners of his mouth tugged upwards into a soft smile. “As for your inquire on my actions at this present moment, I’ve decided to try a hug for a greeting.” His head tipped aside, mouth parting slightly as he took a general look at you. “Though it seems you are not keen of such. If you don’t find yourself at a comfortable position I won’t repeat it again.”

“No- No it’s fine. Really. You just… caught me off guard.” You offered him a smile in return before retaking the task of mixing the coffee with the spoon. Connor watched your every move. The way the coffee swirled around in the cup and made different patterns. How you reached up for another cup in the cabinet above your head. The RK800 flexed his fingers lightly against your stomach, not quite intentional; he was familiar with unconscious movements that he did every now and then.

But he had no idea you would jump in place, neither make or rather squeak into thin air. The both of you stayed silent for a moment. Then, Connor slowly… repeated the action, this time purposely. You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand that brought it to an abrupt stop. Connor felt a pair of hands settle over his and unstick them away from your stomach.

“Connor, don’t.” You gabbled sheepishly. It wasn’t exactly a warning, but rather trying to prevent it from happening. And before he could ask precisely why, you added too quietly. “I’m ticklish….” As if it was something wrong, or rather dangerous.

But being ticklish wasn’t… or was it?

His eyes zoned straight forward, accessing his database.

Ticklish: quick to laugh if someone lightly touches one’s skin.

He blinked rapidly, the information fading into nothing as he looked at his hands, quite close to you. Quite available for tickling. When he went in to do it again, you dodged, escaping under his hold and away from the counter. His intentions were rather clear for you to realize quickly.

“Connor.” You warned half-seriously, holding out both of your arms in front of you, as some sort of shield to protect you from tickling hands. “(Y/N). Allow me to explore this… fascinating discovery I’ve just made about you.” Persuasion and kindness, even curiosity laced his tone as he dared take another step forward just as you stepped backwards.

You both froze in place, and as if on cue, you took off at the same time. Connor followed behind you, knowing that eventually he would catch you; either by pure speed or the fact you would get tired and he wouldn’t. You dodged in time to evade crashing into an officer, skidding out of control at a loss of equilibrium but fortunately impulsing yourself back to stability with Hank’s desk.

“Connor, (Y/N). What the fuck are you two doing!? This is not a playground!”

“Sorry Hank! It won’t happen again.” He followed suit, not even looking back at the other. You had made your way into the lobby, trying to make your way through without any incidents and calculating at the same time what would be the safest route. Connor had it a bit easier since he just had to follow you, but a group of officers were making it difficult to not lose sight of you when they shuffled in hrough the entrance.

Taking those golden seconds with the android all caught up behind, you skittered to a stop to sort out your options. You could: leave the building altogether, but that would not put up a well image with Fowler; go in the elevator, where you would be safe for a temporary time; or the stairs, which would give you more options to hide in different stories easily. The stairs seemed to be the best option but you were tiring quickly and would be glad to have a break.

The elevator it is then.

“(Y/N)!” He was close and you dared not take a look back as you took off straight towards the doors that were closing… closing… You could still make it and leave no place for Connor to slide in. The RK800 slid to a stop with a mild curse, hands pressing up on the glass doors before looking up at your peeking form that was ascending the building. He looked around wildly, then grinned when he saw the stairs.

You shuffled back, horrified upon seeing the android’s running was almost matching the speed of the elevator. When he could, he would steal a glance at you, the bastard tease doing a salut when you were close to reaching the stop and he was already running towards the soon to be arriving elevator.

You practically served yourself on a silver platter.

The ding of the elevator that alerted of the doors opening almost marked the continuation of your chase. You tried to shuffled out together with the man that had been there but Connor was astute enough to pretend to bump with you and push you back in the elevator. Keeping you backed up against the farthest end, he blindly inputted a number and waited until the doors closed before turning to you.

You mentally prepared yourself, and soon enough, Connor’s hands were on you, breaking hell lose.

An android receptionist stopped working, looking around in confusion as she tried to find the source of the muffled laughter. When she saw the elevator descending with the pair inside, a smile spread on her face and she returned to work.

Petty Emotions [Part 2] (RK900 x Reader)

Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: I was pleasantly surprised when so many people wanted another part to this! I wasn’t planning on another part but here we are! Also, I included some slight Gavin x Reader in the story because it fit with where it was going.

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1: Here

“Sir, I can’t work with Conner anymore.”

Fowler didn’t even look up from his work as he scribbled away, signing endless amounts of papers. “Which one?” He asked, the pen in his hand pausing. “Conner…?” Reading glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes moving to finally stare back at you, silently telling you he didn’t know which android you meant.

“O-Oh! The one with an E. The RK900.” You trailed off, nervously wringing your hands as your palms became clammy. You really wished you didn’t have to been in this situation right now.

The head of the DPD took the glasses off his face, throwing them carelessly on the desk before leaning back in his chair with a heavy sigh. This was probably the first time his attention was off paperwork in hours. “And – why exactly? You seemed fine before so what changed?” He shrugged, throwing his hands up slightly for emphasis.

Well, you had multiple reasons. Being Conner’s partner meant that you witnessed everything he did when it came to solving cases. Most of them not exactly being very police-like. But, you weren’t trying to get him deactivated, taken apart, or whatever the hell they did to androids at CyberLife. You just wanted nothing to do with him any longer.

“Sir, Conner has been-“ You halted your sentence abruptly, thinking your complaint through. You couldn’t tell him about the kiss between the two of you. Actually, you could and go into explaining how Conner only did it to save yourselves from being caught hiding a deviant body that he killed. Then, you could tell him how you tried to deepen the kiss, only for the android to pull away and reject you bluntly thus making you stomp off in anger.

So, really, you were standing in Fowler’s office because Conner rejected you and you didn’t like that.

Fowler rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. “Well?” He asked expectantly, waiting for your answer.

You glanced around the room, shifting the weight on your legs while trying to find a way out. “Conner has been-“ You began again, drawling out the last word, thinking of what you were going to say.

“For heaven’s sake, (L/N)! Spit it out!

“Conner has been a loyal partner and he’s great at his job!” You said all in one breath, immediately regretting your decision.

There was a loud burst of laughter from outside the office before it was quickly silent again as if the person caught themselves. You turned around expecting to see someone, but there wasn’t anybody. Slowly, you twisted back around to see Fowler’s annoyed expression.

“So, you can’t work with Conner anymore because he’s a loyal partner and he’s great at what he does? Am I hearing that right, (L/N)?”

You hesitated, giving him an awkward smile. “Yes?”

Another laugh from outside.

Fowler simply pointed to the door, returning his attention back to his paperwork. “Get the hell out of my office.”

“Yes, sir.” You quickly ducked your head down, hiding your face in embarrassment while shuffling out of the room. As you walked away, heading towards your desk, a figure popped out from behind a corner.

“(Y/N)!” They screamed, only a few inches from your face.

You practically jumped ten feet into the air at the sudden movement. “FUCK-“ You yelled, becoming quieter while leaning over with one hand on your knee with the other over your chest. You took a deep breath, attempting to ease your heart. “Don’t do that!”

Gavin’s hand patted your back, laughing extremely hard until becoming red in the face. “Th-That was so damn sad!”

You whipped your head up to stare at him, roughly shoving him away from you. “You were the one who was laughing while I was in there!?” You pushed him again with everyone around you acting like they didn’t see it. “Stop listening in, you creep!”

The man was wheezing, desperately trying to catch his breath as he continued to mock you. “Oh-Oh, sir! Conner’s so great and wonderful and strong and-“

Groaning, you pushed passed his shoulder to continue your journey back to your desk.

“(Y/N)! Wait, wait, wait!” Gavin said, running back in front of you, blocking your path again (much to your annoyance). “Why were you trying to get rid of plastic prick’s twin brother? I mean, don’t get me wrong, you always know who you can go to for a partner.” He gestured up and down to himself.

You pretended to think about it for a bit. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass.” You went to move again but Gavin continued to cut you off.

“You’ll come around.” He smirked at the look you gave him. “But, still. Why were you trying to get rid of it? Because, I want in.”

Whenever there was something just slightly off about an android, Gavin was the first one to immediately try to find out about it. It was a classic attempt of sabotage. You shook your head at his antics, just wanting to be left alone. “He’s not an ‘it’, Gavin. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Gavin made a move to reply but his eyes looked up at the figure standing tall behind you. Grimacing, he glanced back to you. “Yeesh, get rid of the fuckin’ guard dog. Who let that in?”

Knitting your eyebrows together at the rhetorical question, you spun around, meeting face-to-face with the RK900. It was more face-to-chest considering the height difference, but your face went stone cold when your gaze met his, not wanting to be around him either. His face was blank as well, showing no emotion whatsoever.

“There’s a new case.” Conner said, his voice still as monotonous as the day before. “It would be best to leave as soon as possible to-“

“Nope.” You interrupted, popping the ‘p’. “You can find someone else to help you out.” You patted his chest before walking away, Gavin’s obnoxious laughter echoing across the whole floor.

The android’s blue eyes glared at the wheezing man next to him before his laughter died down. Gavin leered back, crossing his arms. “Stay the fuck away from her, got it? She wants nothing to do with you.” He noticed how Conner’s stare became even colder. “Yeah, I heard her. Tried to get rid of you as a partner for some reason. Any idea what that might be, plastic detective?” He whispered, a nasty smirk on his face.

Conner chose to ignore his taunts, staring straight forward as Gavin circled him like he was prey. “I suggest getting back to work, Detective Reed.” The android said, side-eyeing the man. “You’ve distracted yourself long enough.”

Gavin scoffed, nodding before approaching the RK900. “Don’t think for onegoddamn second,” He sneered through his teeth. “ - that I won’t kill you myself if I ever see you making some type of fuckin’ – programmed advances towards her.” He casually shoved Conner as he passed by before looking over his shoulder once more. “She is not your equal.” He whispered, glaring before beginning to stroll away.

“Detective Reed,” Conner called out, still standing in his spot. He turned his head to the side, so he could see the man within his peripheral vision. Gavin halted, turning around to look at him with his hands in his pockets. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

Gavin turned away, but not before muttering the word ‘prick’ under his breath then walking back to his desk.

Conner, feeling satisfied with himself, made his way over to where you were sitting. His tall presence loomed over you causing the pen in your hand to be gripped tighter as you wrote.

“(Y/N).” He began, noting how your shoulders tensed up at the mention of your name from his lips. “I would like to have a word with you.”

Throwing your pen down on the desk, you swiftly swiveled your chair around to look at him. “Yeah, well, I have two words for you.” You growled, eyes fixed on his. “Go away.” You paused for a second. “Or fuck you. Or fuck off. Wow, there’s a lot of things I can say to you that only needs two words.”

He let you finish before continuing what he had to say. “I hope the events that occurred last night do not impact our ability to solve cases together.”

Scoffing, you rested your head on the palm of your hand. “Yes, because we wouldn’t want that to happen, now do we?” You asked, an ‘innocent’ smile on your face.

“Correct.” Conner responded, seeing how your eyes fell to the ground causing something inside him to shift. His eyes widened a bit at the feeling. Shifting meant something was wrong. Something was changing.

‘I will not succumb to petty emotions.’ He told himself, feeling the shifting within him remove itself.

His face became blank again, cold orbs analyzing how you angrily grabbed the paperwork on your desk, shoving it into your bag. “I hope that you are not stilleffected emotionally by what happened.” He said, unaware of how harsh he was coming across as.

You froze your actions, glancing over at him. “Un-fucking-believable.” You hissed, throwing your bag over your shoulder and heading towards the front doors of the DPD.

“Where are you going?” The RK900 inquired, closely following at your side.

You pushed open the doors with a small grunt, the cool air hitting your face. You sighed in relief, happy to be out of the stuffy, compact building but it was ruined when you remembered the android next to you. “Away.” You whispered, walking down the sidewalk. “I’m going away.”

“You’re going to the bar.” Conner corrected, eyeing you up and down as you held your bag tightly. He looked around, noticing how dark it was and the many alleyways between buildings from here to the destination. “I’ll accompany you.”

You stopped walking, staring at the android in shock. “No! You are not going with me! Can’t I have some time to myself?”

“Considering how many criminals are within this block alone, I would advise you to allow me to come with you.” He said, walking forward towards the direction of the bar. There was no ‘allowing’ when it came to Conner. It was his way or the highway (or six-feet under if you were a deviant).

Groaning, you followed him, making sure to stay close by, only because of what he mentioned about criminals. “Just because I’m letting you follow me like some creep, doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at you anymore.”

A brief smile came and went on Conner’s face as he nodded, “I understand.”

There was heavy silence in the air between the both of you as you made your way over to the bar. Cars would pass by temporarily, blinding you with their bright headlights before vanishing again. Cats and other animals were heard, rummaging through trash cans down alleyways before they tipped over, spilling the contents with a loud bang. Looking down, you saw how close your hands were to each other, only a couple inches from contact. Conner glanced at you, seeing how your eyes were observing something as you walked. He followed your gaze, seeing how close he was to you as well. He soon felt the uncomfortable shift inside him again.

‘I will not succumb to-‘

Your fingers slowly moved against his, the touch being one of the softest things the android has ever felt. His mind went blank, his systems having trouble understanding the contact. His eyes flickered up to your face which was still focused downwards. With a sharp intake of breath, he felt your thumb rub over the back of his hand. The RK900 felt himself slowly leaning down towards you involuntarily, watching as you gazed up at him before closing your eyes, moving up to meet him.

He felt multiple shifts inside his chest this time, forcing him to yank his hand back.

“We’re here.” He said, clearing his throat, acting as if nothing happened. The android walked forward, pushing the doors open to the bar. He could feel you burning holes in the back of his head with your harsh glare from behind.

You pushed forward, heading past him and towards the bartender. There weren’t many people in the room because of how late it was. Approaching the bar, you hopped onto one of the unoccupied stools. “A water, please.” You told the bartender who nodded, leaving to get you a glass.

Conner stood by your side, raising an eyebrow at your request. “Most people come to a bar to drink alcohol.”

A glass of water was placed in front of you before you thanked the man behind the counter quietly. You took a sip of your drink, ignoring the RK900 next to you.

Conner glanced around the room, his hands behind his back. “Is there something I did wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, eyes boring into yours.

You smirked with water in your mouth, humming in reply. Gulping, you gently put down the glass in your hand, turning to the brunette man. Your fingers interlocked themselves, laying on your lap as you give him a sweet smile. “What do you want from me, Conner?”

He stared at you, his LED yellow, trying to understand what you meant.

Sighing, you moved the glass around, watching the water swish against the surface. “One minute, you’re a machine following protocol. The next, you show emotion, feeling.”

He scowled at your words, not wanting that to be a possibility. He’d be no better than his RK800 counterpart. “Not possible.” He stated bluntly, earning a frown from you.

Nodding, your lips formed a thin-line as you squinted. “So, you’re telling me, that when I do this,” Slowly, you ran a hand up his arm, gently grasping at him. “…you feel nothing?” You whispered, searching his eyes for an answer.

Conner’s exterior showed no emotion, only a yellow LED, but his insides were a whole different story. His thirium pump was moving extremely fast, making him feel – nervous. He could feel his hands slightly shake at the long contact that you initiated with him. “I feel…” He glanced up at you, staring in awe before his programming took control. “…nothing.” He hissed, taking a step back from you.

Your face fell before hardening again, tightening your jaw. “Bullshit.” You hissed, standing up and grabbing his collar, throwing him into a rough kiss. Conner took a deep breath through his nose, stunned by the action. You pulled away from him, a light blush on your cheeks with soft eyes. “Nothing?” You desperately whispered, knowing he had to feel emotion somehow.

Oh, how he wanted to pull you back into him, showing you everything he held inside. Instead, he was forced to follow the codes CyberLife gave him. “Nothing.” He spat back through his teeth causing your eyes to narrow before pushing him away.

You twisted around, grabbing the half glass of water and throwing the contents at the android. Collective ‘ooohs’ were heard around the bar as you stormed out of there without a second thought. Conner glared at your back, wiping his face with his sleeve. People looked away in fear once his gaze fell upon them but something inside him pushed him forward to go after you.

Pushing the doors open, the cold air hit the android’s face as his head went side to side, searching for you. Eventually, he saw you in the distance, hunched over as you walked, trying to gain warmth from yourself. He was about to call out your name when-

Click!

The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the desolate streets of snowy Detroit. Conner froze in his spot, eyes staring straight forward, his hands low in the air. The RK900 observed as you turned a corner, disappearing into the night before the owner of the gun spoke up behind him.

“I fucking warned you, you plastic asshole.”

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weebtrash21

7 years ago

Classic Hiddles Moments: That One Time Tom Tried Really, REALLY Hard Not To Giggle On Set.

Classic Hiddles Moments: That one time Tom tried really, REALLY hard not to giggle on set.

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weebtrash21

4 years ago

BLESS this writer fam. Thank you again for the wonderful post!!!! I am filled to the brim with rainbows 😭😭😭💖💖💖✨✨✨

Dante, Vergil & V + Artist!Reader Drawing Them

Kindly requested by @weebtrash21 ♡

Oh dear, you’re the sweetest. Thank you for your request! It was wonderful to write because I personally draw them a lot to practice anatomy. Sorry if I made you wait for too long, hope you like it~ ♡

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Dante

Dante’s been already curious about what you draw on your sketchbook for a while. Since the first time he saw you drawing and didn’t explained so well what was that about, he wanted to see at least one of your sketches.

But you only showed him some of your finished pieces, and his curiousity was killing him inside.

Some day, you were taking a shower and forgot to keep your sketchbook in your bag. Dante didn’t think twice and opened it on a random page.

And he basically melted inside when he saw what these sketches were about. There were a lot of portraits of his face, mostly demonstrating a kind and cute expressions. Dante could even feel his cheeks blushing.

He had time to check three or four pages of your sketchbook before putting it back where he found, pretending he didn’t even touch it. While leafing through it, Dante couldn’t control his smile.

When you came back, he tried not to talk about it, but it was impossible.

“I’m so happy that I can bring you some inspiration, Y/N. It even made me understand what impression you have about me as your boyfriend.” Although you complained about the fact that he saw those sketches without your permission, you were happy too.

Keep reading

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weebtrash21

7 years ago

Tom Hiddleston in ‘The Avengers’, (2012). Dir. Joss Whedon.

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weebtrash21

4 years ago

Vergil: Dante! Listen man, I’m trying to fight these demons but my dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting them. I understand you and Nero have the same problem…

Dan Southworth’s Twitch stream preformed a few version of dummy thicc meme, I picked one and edited it to be more immersive. [ie.cut out sounds made by others]. Please have fun and laugh a little.

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