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Hola, chica bella 💛

Here to ask for the part 2 of Believe what you want because I need it already ✨️🫠 byebye 💙

The fact you knew already that I was posting it and you requested part II even before it was out🤭🥹🫶🏼.

For this one you should listen: What I Put You Through - Connor Maynard

Part 1 here Happy version

Believe What You Want (2) -P.G8

(Angsty version)

Summary: After realizing he fucked up, he tries his best to get you back

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony. "No" He whispered "Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?" "

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that

"No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

...

"She doesn't answer me" Pedri said for the fifteen time in a row pacing around in his room

"And she won't answer to you" Fer said "I mean... I wouldn't answer you either"

Pedri had explained everything to the three guys in the room, Fer knowing a bit more thanks to you. And he knew that his younger brother loves you to death but he also knows that what he did, wasn't right.

"¡Joder! ¡Soy un puto idiota!" (Fuck! I'm an asshole!) Pedro yelled kicking a ball in his room crashing into one of your pictures together "No, joder... No" (No, shit... No) He hurried to pick up the picture and inspect it. It had one little scratch made from the glass, the scratch made in between the two of you.

He shook all the negative thoughts that were running in his head and changed the photo frame.

"Well, you've got to understand her" Adrián began speaking "All of this could be true and her boyfriend just choosed to not believe her"

"I did not just choose not to believe her"

"You basically did, bro" Fer hissed "I mean... If my girl tells me that I would do more than just talking with each girl separatedly"

"And not only that but you also told her your personal fights as a couple" Jesús said

"Because she's my best friend!"

"Hermano..." Fer started "That's meant to be something only for the two of you, not something for you, Victoria and Y/N" Fer shook his head "I mean... It's okay you ask someone else for an advice, like what to do or stuffs but not to rant because for that, you've your girl. The one who's in the relationship with you. The one who's with you in the goods and the bads" silence flowed into the room, Pedri's heart was beating incredibly fast "If you want her back, you need to fully work for it, Pedro. Words won't do half of the work you gotta do"

And that was it.

Pedri broke down, feeling already the loss of the love of his life not being next to him, this time a bit heavier than the past 7 days. He left you when you didn't do anything at all. He threw you and your relationship away without a good reason. Tears escaped his eyes and his breathing was erratic.

All of his thoughts were about you and imaginating a life without you in it, thanks to himself.

"I'll be back before midnight" Pedro said grabbing his phone, wallet and car keys

"Where are you going? Won't you even take a shower? You smell" Adrián said shaking his head

"He cometido un grave error con la chica que amo, en estos momentos oler bien o estar guapo es lo que menos me vale" (I've made a big mistake with the girl I love, right now I don't care if I smell or look good)

"Pedro" Fer called him before he got out of the room "Buena suerte, hermano" (Good luck, bro) Pedri for the first time ever, smiled a bit.

"Thank you"

He was going to work for your forgiveness. He will make you fall in love with him again. He will win your trust again. You'll be happy with him. You'll be with him. He was going to make sure that happen.

And for that, he needed answers.

...

"Yes, there was a (Hair color) girl, with (Type of Eyes), a bit short, she was pretty nice. Sad thing she got hurt" A boy behind the counter said hissing remembering the moment "Elianna went with her, she said it was pretty bad but nothing that some cream and care couldn't do"

"Is that girl here? Elianna?" Pedri asked hopeful

"She's on her lunch break right now" The guy answered "She has the whole shift... Is it important?"

"Yes, really important" Pedri said without a doubt

"I'll let her know. You can sit anywhere and if you want to have a drink you can tell me" Pedri nodded slowly walking away.

He didn't know how much time he was there until a redhaired girl walked up to him, he without thinking straight stood up

"My workmate said you were looking for me?"

"Are you Elianna?" She nods "I'm Pedro. I'm the boyfriend of the girl that was poured coffee all over her"

"How's she?" She asked after gasping a bit at the mention of you. "I hope she's better"

"Ah-yes, she is a bit better. Thank you for asking" Pedri nodded nervous "Can I ask you something?" The girl nodded "Who poured the coffee on her?"

"Some random girl, Y/N said the girl didn't liked her..."

"Could you maybe describe her?"

"Oh, sure!" Elianna nodded "She had long hair, brunette with blonde highlights, she used tight clothes and she wasn't as short as Y/N, she was a bit more taller, maybe just like you?"

That was exactly Victoria's description.

"She entered a few minutes before Y/N, after I gave her a box of cupcakes she just kind of ran away and then next thing I knew was that the same girl poured hot coffee on Y/N"

Pedri stood there taking in all the information

"She hasn't been here since that day" Pedri nods humming "However, Y/N has and I know for a fact that her boyfriend broke up with her thanks to his best friend" Pedri looked up at her, guilt filled over his body "Why are you behind her? She's been awful these past few days, she's recovering from your treatment, why the need of asking all of this, if you don't believe her?"

"Because I fucked up. I fucked up big time and I want to mend it"

"Wish you luck... You'll deserve it because if I was her, I wouldn't even give you the time of the day or spare you a single look" Pedri looked down in shame and regret "I need to go... You want to order something?" He shook his head

"Not feeling hungry at all" He murmured grabbing his wallet and pushing some money into the girl's hand

"You aren't ordering anything"

"For you... For the help, for the info. Thank you"

And with that Pedri stood up and left the cafeteria. As soon as his body met the Catalan air, he fought the need of crying his everything out. You were right, just like you always were.

"I shouldn't have just let it pass" He said crying to himself now in the calm of his car. "I should have done something" He lamented.

His phone lighted up with a notification he didn't care about, his focus remained on a photo from the two of you at one of his spots in Barcelona to calm down and relax.

"Please, mi niña. Tell me how to make things right, tell me it's not too late, just please..." he begged at nothing because you weren't there and you haven't been since 7 days ago.

And as reality was hitting him, he knew there could be a possibility of you not going into his life ever again. Leaving him for your own good while he was suffering.

Pedro picked up his phone and dialed his best friend Jesús's number.

"¿Aló?" (Hello?)

"You said you heard them speak that night at Fer's birthday, right? I need to know everything you heard and if you saw something too, I'm on my way to pick you up so we can talk"

"You're really working for Y/N?"

"I am" Pedri nodded "I fucked up and I'm trying to mend everything with her"

"I'm waiting for you, hermano and also..."

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Good luck, you'll need it"

That phrase was starting to get on his nerves, he didn't liked how that sounded, because it seemed like even with all the effort he'll make, it'll not be enough to bring you back into his arms.

"Thanks bro"

...Two days later...

"Why?" Pedri said entering Victoria's house

"Hola Vic. ¿Cómo estas? ¿Qué tal va todo? Días sin verte" (Hi Vic. How are you? How's everything going? Long time not to see) She mockingly said with a smile but her smile was wipped off of her face when she saw Pedri's seriousness

"No estoy para juegos. Dime el por que has hecho eso" (I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me why you've done that)

"Done what?"

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" (Are you making fun of me?) Pedri hissed angry "Stop playing around and tell me... why you did all of that to Y/N?"

Victoria's face changed

"I didn't do anything"

"You did. Don't lie to me about anything because I know how things went now" Victoria's face changed

"What do you mean?"

"I know you poured hot coffee on her that day at the coffee, I know you've been telling her things behind my back about my relationship with her and stuffs, I know you poured her drink on yourself but made it look like it was her doing" Pedri shook his head not believing it "You faked things and like a fucking stupid I believed them, when the one I should've believed was my girlfriend! You damaged my relationship but I was the one breaking it for believing you, for believing my best friend"

"I let go the woman I'm in love with and it was all thanks to you because I never thought that my best friend, the one who has been besides me through my whole life could do such a thing and lie to me straight to my face!" Pedri's face was red and he never stopped to take a bit of air, he was fuming, he was angry and all he wanted to do was make Victoria disappear.

But most of all, all he wanted was to get you back.

"Those are lie-"

"If you even dare to say lie, I will pour the same drink Y/N was drinking that day at Fer's birthday, this time someone pouring it over you for real"

"She's making those things up!"

"She's making nothing up! I saw the video of the CCTV camera of the coffee shop, Jesús heard and saw the two of you at Fer's birthday and now that I connect dots, every single thing Y/N has told me, has sense now. And I hate the fact I couldn't see through it, I hate that I put my girlfriend's words in doubt all thanks to someone who didn't deserved a single look"

"Pedro, stop. You're hurting me"

"And don't you think you've hurted me before? You knew I was having troubles with her and all you wanted was to get her away from me. Why?" Nothing came out of Victoria's mouth

Your words came back to him and he blinked thrice, suddenly being brought back.

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Can I ask you something and you answer me with the truth?" Pedri said with his heart on the edge, he waited and all he got was a simple and small nod from Victoria "Are you in love with me?"

A few seconds passed where Pedri's eyes never left Victoria's "Yes" She said softly "I am" Pedri felt the air being knocked out from his lungs "Pedrito"

"No" He shook his head looking away "No" Pedri's eyes grow watery, he couldn't believe it. Once again, you were right, his actions and words replaying in his head, the way he ignored your feelings, the way he treated you, everything was haunting him. "Don't call me Pedrito nor Pedro, Pedri, Pepi, nothing. Don't even call me, forget about me, you are not my best friend"

"Pedri, por favor, don't do this"

"No. I didn't do anything, you did it yourself. Best friends don't do what you did to me, if you truly loved me, you could've straight up tell me that not take it out on the girl I'm in love with"

"In love with? So in love you are, you did not believed a single thing from her"

"And that was my biggest mistake because I thought "Why on earth the girl that has been besides me since forever would do something to damage me or the ones I love?"" Pedri laughed ironically shaking his head "I was so wrong and I regret every single thing I did since I saw Y/N leave on Fer's birthday but guess what? I had the one I thought was my best friend besides me but I never did"

"You still have me"

"If I do, I don't care, the one I truly need isn't here" Pedri shook his head "But I did needed my best friend those seven days to tell me everything was going to be okay, that I could move on, that I was in the right and Y/N in the wrong, that I did good in breaking up with someone who could only do was lie but then I find everything out and I realized I was just a puppet in the side of your game and I fell for it"

"Don't say it like that"

"That's exactly what it was" Pedri shook his head "´Now, me disculpas pero me tengo que ir" (Excuse me but I've got to go)

"¿Y para dónde vas?" (Where are you going?)

"You shouldn't care about that, Victoria. Hope you have a good life" With that Pedri turned around and walked outside of her house when almost inside his car he heard her yell his name out

"Pedro!" He looked at her "I'm sorry"

Pedri joined his lips and nodded softly, lifting one of his hands giving her a wave before he got into the car and drove off to certain destination with a single intention.

...

"What do you mean she's not here?"

"She hasn't been here since like a week ago?" The older lady said with a smile "She said she'll come back tho"

"Do you know where she might be?"

"I don't, mijo. I'm so sorry" She looked at Pedro carefully "Is everything okay?"

"I need to know where she is so I can fix things between us" Pedro answered with a lump on his throat, his voice cracked a bit and he looked down at his shoes

The older lady sighed "I'm pretty sure you'll fix everything that may be happening with the two of you, son"

"I don't know, miss. I messed up really big this time"

"From what I've seen you love each other so much, I've never seen someone look at her in the way you do and vice versa, talking things out can be really helpfull instead of letting problems grow"

"The thing is I never let her talk and all I did was say things I shouldn't" Pedri shook his head

"You know? She's looking really pretty in those pictures, maybe you can start from there" A loud "Abuela" was heard as the older lady smiled looking over her shoulder

"What pictures?"

"Oh, you know... The ones you take, the ones you update, the ones people take, those pictures..." The woman was smiling softly "Don't let her go" And with that she left leaving Pedri sat in front of your doorstep

He was sat there analyzing the woman's words. Pictures? The ones you take? Update? People take? Pedri's mind ran 120km/h trying to guess what she meant of and after some minutes and what it felt a whole lifetime, he confused grabbed his phone and clicked on Instagram.

You liked it even more than Twitter or even Tiktok, Pedri remembered with a smile the moments where you would "fight", he; claiming Tiktok was better as you defended Instagram with your life

He typed your user with no reward, you blocked him. And it was no surprise at all but his heart still broke a little bit more when he couldn't find you.

He sighed closing his eyes and relying his head in your door, fighting the tears, it seemed like he only could do that in the past days, cry 'till he had no more tears inside of him, fight the urge to cry and feel his stomach fall to his feet. He hated feeling this way and he hated the way he must have put your through

He unlogged his session and went into his mother's, you couldn't have blocked her, could you? With shaky hands and blurry eyes he typed in your user and this time your profile was the first one to appear, the colorful circle around your picture meaning you had stories up.

While he was sad, you were in Venice with your friends and family, he recognized almost all of the faces in the pictures, all of them except one, a male's one.

That quickly catched his attention, that guy appeared in eight out of ten pictures and in all of them he was besides you. You even tagged him on one and Pedri's thumb directly went to his account.

One of the most recent post of the guy said: "I hate the fact that when I met my soulmate she had boiling coffee burns on her but I certainly don't hate the fact I got to meet you, baby!"

Pedri's stomach flipped, seeing your answers of "♥️🥰" made his head turn everywhere, in an instant he got up and headed towards the elevator in his mind only three things. His passport, Venice and you.

Due to some storms in Spain, he couldn't get out that same day and neither the next day, it was day three when he got into the plane and one day after he was in the same residence as you were.

He saw your brother and followed him, he felt like being on Matrix, he was making sure no one saw or heard him, that was until he stumbled on a vanity table and knocked half of the things that were in there

"What was that?" He heard and that's when he ran, the quitness and calm forgotten as he was desperate to find you. He took a right turn colliding with a female chest after a few seconds

"Joder, lo siento mucho" (Fuck, I'm so sorry) He said inmediately

"Pedro?" You said shocked as he also stood there impressed. You looked even more beautiful than always. Your tanned skin, your red cheeks and your Y/H color making you look perfect. "Pero, ¿Qué haces aqui? (but, what are you doing here)

"Por ti. I came here for you, I want to talk to you"

"We don't have anything to talk, in fact, you don't even have to come here, you don't have a reason to travel all the way from Barcelona to Venice"

"I did, I do. My reason is you and you'll always be. I fucked up, yeah? I get that" Pedri shakes his head "You were right" He opens his mouth but closes it "You were right all this time and I'm sorry I couldn't see it through, I'm sorry I did not take your words, I'm sorry I just kinda left and pushed your feelings aside, you deserve more, you deserve better but I can be better, I can be what you want, need and more if you want me to"

You started shaking your head, pushing him back from his chest when he tried to get closer to you.

"Pedri por favor, aquí no" (Pedri please, not here) "Pedri, stop. We don't have anything to say"

"Y/N, bonita, te lo suplico-" (I beg you-)

"Vamos al cuarto, ¿si? We can talk about whatever you want and then you leave" (Let's go to my room, yeah?)

"I don't want to leave without you"

You looked into his big brown eyes as he looked into your (Eye color) ones for a good while, you sighed before breaking eye contact

"But you have to" You said nodding slowly, Pedri shook his head

"Por favor" (Please) He whispered

"This way" You turned around walking away while Pedri watched your every move

You called the elevator and entered when it came, you turned to Pedri

"You wanna talk or not?"

Pedri nodded and walked towards it, he turned his head to look at you

"Do I have something on my face?" He hummed for a few seconds before answering

"You're beautiful" He ignored your words as you looked up at him

"Please, stop that"

"I-" He got cut off by the elevator doors opening

"This way" You said walking off as he only could follow you.

You stopped walking when you got to the door 408, with the key you opened it and then stepped inside letting the door open for him to come in as well.

You took a seat in the couch and patted the spot next to you, he took it and you both were silent.

"So... ¿Vamos a hacernos compañía o vas a decir lo que sea que quieres decir?" (Are we going to be each others company for now or you are going to speak whatever you want to say?)

"I'm sorry" He began "I fucked up. I should've listened to you and put Victoria a stop, I should've been more careful with you and your feelings, not passing through them and ignore them. I believe you, I always did and I always will do but it seemed so unreal that what I thought was my best friend, could do such a things, hurt the one I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, when her whole life she was protecting me and supporting me through everything"

"If my family wasn't there, she was. If my family didn't have an advice, she had. And for you to just say she did this and said this was a whole different thing from what I knew from her that I just couldn't believe it. But it was truth. And I'm sorry once more"

"Y/N, I'll do anything for us, I'm not giving up, we're so good together, I love you so much and if only I could turn back in time and do everything right I would but I can't, however, I'm here to mend things, I'm not expecting you to forgive me and that's it. I'll earn that forgiveness, I'll protect us and I'll be better for you if you let me, please. I love you, I want you and I need you"

"It's not easy as you made it sound, Pedri"

"Pedro" You shook your head

"That's something only family and close friends can call you, right?"

"Don't do this, please"

"But you did it first" You said pushing your lips together. Those were the exact same words he had told you the night you left "You really hurted me and you just can't change that. Please, I think it's best if we let this go" You looked into his brown eyes as he was shaking his head "For both of our own goods"

"Not having you in my life it's not good for me"

"Maybe not but it's the correct thing to do" You said "I just can't trust you anymore, no matter what you do. You told me I wasn't the same girl you fell in love with, that says enough"

"But it's not true, I said it in the heat of the moment! You are still the same girl I fell in love with and you're still the same girl I want to do my life with"

You stood in silence for a few moments before you stood up "I'm not that girl anymore, Pedri. Someone else might be"

"Y/N-" He stood up from the couch as well

"It's done" Your voice cracked

"Does he treat you good?"

"He does" You said simply nodding "He's-" You let out a laugh

"Does he likes you?" You nod

"He does" You remembered that night at your apartment, that same night he asked you to go to Venice with him and your family to get your mind out of your ex.

"You like him?"

You stood in silence "He's handsome and nice. He knows I'm healing and he knows I have feeling for someone else but that's not stopping him"

"I won't stop either"

"You should tho"

"I love you and I know I messed up but I can mend it, anything you want, think or say, I'll do it. I'll cross world wonders for you, oceans, vegetation, deserts, anything"

"You can't. Not this time" Both of you were crying now not caring about the other seeing you "I was hurt by every action and word you said, I reached the top and while I know you messed up, you could've prevented it and simply start acting like you should have but you didn't. And I can't handle that"

"Please" You said after a few minutes "I think it's time for you to go" You said walking away

He couldn't watch you walk away once more so he did what he had been wanting to do. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, in a hug.

"No"

"Let me go"

"No"

"Let me go"

"No" His grip got tighter on you as you were fighting and at the same time, enjoying being in your exlover's arms again.

His arms were your safe space and laying your head on his chest brought you peace but now all it brought back was hurt and pain.

Hurt and pain from the situation you were going through

"Pedro, please, let me go"

"I don't want you to leave me"

"I didn't left because I wanted to" Silence flowed in between the two of you as Pedri was crying into your neck "I did because you asked me to, you made me leave, you pushed me away when all I wanted and needed was you, to stay by your side and defend our relationship" You took a breath "None of that happened and now that I'm recovering from everything, I want you to leave, I want you to go away because I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me and just throws everything out of the window without listening first" You said with closed eyes and tears running down, he chocked on a sob

"I'm sorry" He cried

"I am too" You said kissing his cheek several times, your lips were salty both by yours and his. You breathed in his scent once more and allowed yourself to wrap your arms around him "Te quiero mucho and you are the prettiest love I've ever had, it's truly a sadness it went this way but I wish you the best, Pedro González" You kissed his cheek and with one of your hands carressed his face "Y muchas gracias for everything" He shook his head softly, his head relying on your palm

"Te amo and I always will" He said crying, kissing your neck, ear, cheek, nose "I'm sorry"

You were about to reply when two knocks came in and then someone entered

"Y/N, cariño. We are going to be late for the trip, weren't you so excited to see Venice's bea-Oh! Am I interrupting something?" You pulled away from Pedri shaking your head

"Para nada, Mason" (Not at all) You smiled softly drying your tears but these still fell "We're good"

Mason, the guy, turned around to look at Pedri who nodded looking down at the floor "I better leave" He whispered

"Bye Pedri" He turned to look at you "Nos vemos" (See you)

"Yeah, see you Y/N" He smiled softly, his world was collapsing but there was no way for him to stop it, it was too late. "Take care of her, hermano" Pedri said looking at Mason who nodded softly looking at you with a smile

"Will do" Pedri noticed the look on Mason's face and that's all it took for Pedri to know he was going to keep his word.

And with heavy and broken heart, he left the hotel. All the luck his friends wished for him and all the praying he did, were not enough. His world is and will not be the same without your presence, your kindness, your laughter, your smile and your love in it, he hated himself for what he had done but there was nothing he could do now more than respect your decision and learn how to copy with his mistake for the rest of his life.

You were always right. He let you go. And now you were okay with it but he wasn't.

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lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers · 1 year

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Kit Connor: Heartstopper star 'forced' to come out as bisexual

This is honestly so toxic.

Real people can't queerbait - they're just living their lives. There are risks and negatives to coming out still, and we also don't know how someone's family will react.

Also, sexuality is a fluid thing - or can be - people experiment, and should be allowed to do this without being jumped on.

On the one hand, I get the idea that people want queer characters played by queer actors. On the other hand, things like this will actively stop queer stories from being made, particularly queer stories about young people, because who wants to put a teenager through this?

It also just reinforces toxic behaviour in real life. Noone owes you their sexuality, or an explanation of their sexuality. And that goes double when they may still be figuring it out.

#lgbt+#bisexuality #kit Connor #forced outing #heartstopper #pink news #fandom is so incredibly toxic

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not-neverland06 · 8 months

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Broken Machinery

Pt. 2 (completed series)

Series Masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I swear they all get some personality in the next part. Consider the first two chapters ‘world-building’

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), dead opossum (sorry), Hank’s emotional constipation

Word Count: 3.3k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

“Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t arrived yet, but you can wait at his desk.”

FIND LIEUTENANT ANDERSON’S DESK

Connor examined a wall dedicated to honoring past police officers, before heading towards the back of the police station. A PM700 directed him towards a cluster of three desks. One was positioned horizontally in front of tow others, forming an upside down T. The one to the right was extremely cluttered, you occupied the left. You were writing something down, posture hunched over in a position Connor suspected would leave you with pain later today.

He made his way over to you. “Detective Y/L/N,” you jumped when you heard his voice. On the right of his vision a note reminded him:

MAKE PRESENCE KNOWN

It seemed that you would be startled no matter what warning he gave you. He made the conclusion that behavior like that would prove to be a hazard later. Officers needed to be alert at all times.

You clutched your chest in alarm, “Connor. Sorry, I didn’t see you walk up, and you can just call me Y/N.”

“Do you know when Lieutenant Anderson will arrive?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “If we’re lucky we’ll see him before noon.” There was a hostile tone in your voice, there often was when you spoke of, or to Lieutenant Anderson. He’d have to look into that later, if you two didn’t see eye-to-eye it could compromise the mission.

EXPLORE NEW OFFICE

You looked away from your report as you noticed Connor moving towards Andersons desk. He picked up the headphones lying on the desk and moved them towards his ear.

You could hear the music blaring from where you were sat across from him and had to hold back a smile at the way Connor flinched away from the sounds.

He moved towards the phone on the desk, “Call Hank Anderson.”

“Good luck,” Connor glanced at you but ultimately ignored you as he left a message for Hank.

“This is Connor,” he then added for clarification, “the android sent by CyberLife.”

“I don’t think he knows any other androids, Con, or people.” Again, ignored.

Brat.

“It’s almost noon and I’m waiting for you at the office.” He turned towards you and finally acknowledged your existence once he’d hung up. “Do you dislike Lieutenant Anderson?”

The question shouldn’t have caught you off guard, considering you and Hank don’t exactly hide the hostility. Still, an android calling you out for being a bitch stung a bit.

“It’s not really that,” you paused trying to come up with a way to describe your complicated relationship with Hank. “Simple, it’s not as simple as just disliking him, Connor. We’ve got a lot of history and a lot of complicated feelings surrounding that history.”

He took a seat at the other desk now. Hands in his lap and head tilted like a puppy. He fiddled with his cuff links and examined you, you felt uncomfortable, like he was stripping you bare with those plastic eyes of his. “You were romantically involved with the Lieutenant?”

The coffee you were drinking splashed all over the file in front of you as you choked on it. “What the hell Connor? No! Hank and I were not together.” The thought made you gag. “Why would me saying it’s complicated make you think we dated? There’s so many other explanations?!”

“I apologize if I offended you, Y/N. Police officers are often in high stress, life and death situations. Sometimes partners grow close romantically through those extreme bonds. I just came to the conclusion that perhaps you and Hank were once like that.”

You shook your head vigorously, shaking off the mental image of you and Hank. “Well you’re wrong. And it’s too early to get into this with you.” Connor nodded before getting up from the chair and moving towards the break room.

You saw Gavin go in there earlier and immediately followed behind Connor, hackles already raised.

EXPLORE NEW OFFICE

Speaking with Y/N wasn’t helping Connor with learning more about Hank. From his analysis of her behavior, she didn’t seem to mind androids. She referred to them in gendered pronouns instead of as objects. His relationship with her was lower priority. Her usage of nicknames for Connor led him to the conclusion that she already held an acceptable level of affection for him that would positively affect their working relationship.

Connor entered the break room and scanned the people inside. Detective Gavin Reed and Officer Gina Lee.

“Our friend, the plastic detective, is back in town. Congratulations on last night, very impressive!” The tone was clearly not genuine. You walked into the room silently and began making yourself coffee.

“Hello, detective.”

“I’ve never seen an android like you before. What model are you?”

“RK800, I’m a prototype.”

“A prototype,” he turned towards the officer Lee, “Android detective… So machines are gonna replace us all… is that it?” He pushed Connor back slightly, “Hey, bring me a coffee dipshit.” Connor could hear you slam a cabinet door behind him.

You laughed when he said, “I’m sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” Gavin almost walked away before turning back around and punching Connor in the middle. That was when you stepped in. You pushed Gavin away from Connors kneeled form and got between the two.

“Make your own coffee dick.”

“You better watch yourself, after last night the captain’s not gonna be too happy if you start another fight.” Connor logged that information away for a later time. Right now he was trying to recover from the blow to a major biocomponent.

“You drew your weapon first Gavin, but go ahead bring that to the attention of the captain.” Gavin scoffed and pushed you back, Connor was finally standing again and stabilized you with a hand to the back.

“What’s your problem, Y/L/N? What would you rather fuck an android than me?” Both you and the detectives cortisol and adrenaline were reaching concerning levels.

“Gavin, get this through your thick fucking skull: I’d rather be fucked gently with a chainsaw than go on a date with you, let alone fuck you.” That seemed to push the detective over the edge, his hand was rising as if to strike you. You just shoved him back and walked out of the break room, “Connor let’s go.” The tone brokered no room for argument. Connor followed behind you and ignored Gavin’s insults that he shot at the both of you as you walked away.

Connor had planned on exploring more but a new objective had popped up.

FOLLOW Y/N

Odd, he’d have to get that checked out. He was only meant to follow Lieutenant Anderson’s orders.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Hank was at the desk when you made your way back. Your hands were shaking in anger from the interaction with Gavin. The sight of Hank pouting like a petulant child wasn’t helping your temper at all.

“I get the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant.” This was not going to go well and you really didn’t want to witness another temper tantrum this morning. You tried to get Connors attention, shaking your head and mouthing the word stop. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. “I’d like you to know I’m very sorry about that.”

Hank’s a grown man, he shouldn’t need to have his pride catered to because he was acting like a baby. “Now that we’re partners it would be great to get to know each other better.” Connor’s eager smile was slowly starting to falter and you really wanted to throttle Hank.

Something about Connor made you want to protect him. He was like those little kids with the glasses that made their eyes huge, you wanted to stop anyone that tried to bully him.

Stupid, considering he’s an android and doesn’t actually give a shit about Hank or his feelings, he just wants to complete his mission. “Connor?” He looked at you, the smile back. “Why don’t you get settled at your desk. You can work at this one, since it’s so close to both of us. Deviant files are already on your terminal.”

Connor sat down and you relaxed slightly. Hoping this was the end of the one sided conversation. You should have known better. “Do you like Knights of The Black Death? I really like that music… it’s full of energy.”

That shocked the both of you. You knew he didn’t actually listen to it, he’d just been snooping around Hanks desk, it still was strange to hear an android say he enjoys heavy metal. Seems Hank thought the same, “You listen to heavy metal?”

“Well I don’t really listen to music as such, but I’d like to.” Hank shot you a glare as you struggled not to laugh at his disgruntled face.

“You have a dog, right?”

Hank’s voice got lower and he hunched further into himself, “How do you know that?”

You scoffed, “Jesus Hank, he’s not stalking you. You’ve got dog hair all over.” Hank looked down and frowned at the sight of Sumo’s hair covering his jacket.

“I like dogs.” That was it, you were going to melt. You didn’t care if the feelings were fake or if this was some AI manipulation to gain trust. That was adorable. “What’s your dogs name?”

“What’s it to you-”

“Sumo.” You interrupted Hank before he could act like even more of a jackass. “Sweetest dog ever.” Connor gave you a cordial smile before turning back to Hank.

“I was wondering, do you always arrive at the office at this time?”

“Nope, Connor, no, stooooop,” your whispered warnings weren’t convincing enough to stop his onslaught of questions. You’d noticed Hank had started to relax slightly, but he doesn’t take kindly to people questioning him on his work habits. Or any criticism at all.

“I arrive when I arrive. Now stop busting my balls, okay?” And then he made his final mistake. The basketball game.

“You’re a Detroit Gears fan, right? Denton Carter scored 53% of his shots from the three-point line yesterday. Did you see the game?”

“That’s what I was watching at the bar last night.”

Connors dejected little oh made you glare at Hank. He raised his hands up and glared right back. “Be nice.” Hank waved you off and went back to staring at his terminal.

“What’s your dog's name, Y/N?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “I don’t have one.”

Connor frowned, “There’s dog hair on your jeans.” You looked down and he was right. You hadn’t even noticed this morning, you were in such a rush. Probably should have picked some jeans from the clean pile.

“I volunteer at the dog shelter on weekends, I guess I forgot to wash these. You have a favorite type of dog, Connor?”

“Saint Bernards,” now you know he was just sucking up. Especially with the not so discreet side eye he sent Hank.

“What a coincidence, that’s what Hank’s dog is,” Hank sent you a look that said to keep him out of this conversation. He’d clearly reached his limit for ‘polite’ conversation. “Find anything useful in those reports?”

“An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.” Connor got out of his chair and stood in front of Hank’s desk, Hank who turned his back to him like a child. You were quickly reaching your own limit of how many man-baby’s you could deal with this morning.

“I understand you’re facing personal issues, Lieutenant. But, you need to move past them-” You could perfectly pin-point the moment you knew Connor had fucked up.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like you know me. I’m not your friend and I don’t need your advice, okay?”

Just as you were going to intervene, Connor did something you should not find attractive but really, really did. He placed his hand on Hank's back and leaned into him. Maybe if you started being a bitch to him he'd get mad at you too.

The thought made you disturbingly excited.

You only checked back into reality when you saw Hank slam Connor against the wall. “Enough! Hank, back off, that’s enough.” He’d been so willing to defend him last night. What had changed? You were both stuck in a pissing match until Chris walked up with information on the AX400.

You straightened Connor’s tie for him and sent him an apologetic smile before grabbing your jacket and following after Hank.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“We’ve got officers sweeping the neighborhood, in case anyone saw anything.”

Hank sounded as doubtful as you felt when he said, “Okay. Well let me know if they turn anything up.” Connor was just standing in front of the car. Back so straight it made your own ache at the thought of your poor posture.

You walked over to him and it was almost like he was waking up as he addressed you. “It took the first bus that came along… and stayed to the end of the line.”

“Based on her piece of work owner, I’m assuming everything she did was unplanned and out of fear. The android has already been damaged and repaired more times than most. I’m guessing we’ve got another Carlos Ortiz situation on our hands.”

Hank interrupted you with a scoff, “Only one problem, androids don’t feel fear.” You frowned at him.

Connor, however, was quick to back you up. “Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions.”

An idea popped into your head as he spoke. “Then we should approach this similarly to how we would a human. She’s scared, has no money, no plan. She wouldn’t have gone far.”

You examine the area. Abandoned house, desolate parking lot and a motel. “She doesn’t have any money for the hotel, I doubt she’d want to sleep in a broken down car. We should check out the abandoned house.” Connor followed you, Hank somewhat farther behind.

Connor shouted out a quick, “Anybody home?” He looks at the fence surrounding the house and points to something you can’t see. “Blue blood, another android was here.” You nudged Hank none too gently in the ribs.

“Not too bad, huh?”

“For an android.”

You glared at him, “Grumpy old bastard.” You climbed the fence and Connor offered you a hand to help you down. “Thank you.” He led the way towards the back of the house. He glanced through a hole in one of the boarded up windows.

“Android,” he whispered. You were quick to withdraw your weapon. The HK400 from last night had killed itself this morning, Chris had informed you. Slammed its head against the wall until it shut down.

You could never be too careful.

You gave Connor the go ahead to keep moving.

You stopped him when you reached a door. “I’ll handle this.” You entered the house, gun out, and scanned the area. A damaged android was standing in the middle of the room. You slowly lowered your gun and motioned Connor forward when he made no move to attack.

You were still cautious as Connor questioned the android.

“Have you seen any other androids in the area?”

“Ralph seen nobody.”

Something wasn’t right in this house. Call it intuition or the fact that something was seriously disturbed about this deviant, you knew he was lying. You moved slowly behind Connor, trying not to startle Ralph and looked around the room. Was that a-

What the fuck? A burnt opossum, that’s not ever a good sign for someone’s sanity, deviant or not. “That’s Ralph’s blood.” You glanced back over your shoulder at the android. Those wounds weren’t new.

And this table was set for three. Was someone else with the runaway android? A fire was burning, you motioned Connor over and pointed at the fireplace.

“Do androids need heat?” He shook his head and frowned.

“I believe it's lying to us.” You both chanced a look at Ralph but he didn’t seem to be listening.

“I think you might be right.”

“I found the same message from the wall on Carlos Ortiz’s house in another room in here. As well as rA9 scratched into the walls.”

“And the HK400 didn’t give you any helpful information about that?” Connor tilted his head and his eyes scanned your face.

“Were you not paying attention to the interview?”

Heat flooded your face at the question and you could feel it spreading down your neck. “I was … distracted,” by wanting you to handcuff me and talk to me like a-

NOPE! NO!

Boundaries, Y/N, professional boundaries.

He frowned at your admission, “No, he didn’t give me any valuable information. Just the vague admission that it would set me free.” Connor moved away from you, if you didn’t know better you would think that he was annoyed you weren’t paying attention last night. You felt guilt pool in your stomach at the thought that you missed Connors ‘big moment.’

Weapon still in hand you made your way to the stairs, Connor following. Ralph was quick to deny anyone was upstairs, too quick. But Connor shook his head at your doubt, “He’s telling the truth.”

You holstered your gun and moved towards the bottom of the stairs. Movement caught your eye behind a bookshelf. Just as you leaned towards it Ralph yanked you back. Hands under your arms and uncontrolled android strength squeezing the life out of your ribs. “Run, Kara, go!” The bookshelf flew back and two shapes ran out. You were struggling with Ralph too much to realize she had a little girl with her.

Connor rushed over and yanked Ralph’s arms off your waist just as Hank appeared in the doorway. “It’s here, call it in!”

You pushed Connors hands off of you, “Hurry, go after her!” You were still catching your breath when you felt Hank's heavy hand on your back. “I’m fine, let’s go!” He seemed hesitant before following after you. You managed to just barely follow the blur that Connor was forming in the rain.

You were embarrassingly out of breath when you caught up to him, Hank in a similar state of distress. “Shit!” Before you, there was a chain link fence, a busy highway on the other side. You could see the android climbing over the barrier that blocked off traffic, “Fuck, is that a kid?” She was pulling a little girl behind her as they ran into the middle of the busy road.

The cars were going by so fast you couldn’t even make out the colors. The android had a tight hold on the little girl’s arm as she tugged them in between cars, barely missing being hit.

“That’s insane!”

You nodded along at what Hank said, anxiety filling you at the sight of the girl. “She’s gonna get her killed. Jesus!” You wanted to look away as you heard the little girl screaming and the AX400 nearly get its leg taken off by a car going too fast to stop.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Your head shot back to Connor, Hank’s hand was pulling him down as he attempted to climb the fence.

“I can’t let them get away!”

“They won’t, they’re never gonna make it Connor.” Connor shook both yours and the Lieutenants hands off of him.

“I can’t take that chance!” You pulled in Connor again, “Jesus Connor, enough!”

“Hey, you will get yourself killed!” You were shocked at Hank’s reluctance to let Connor go, if anything you would think he’d be more than eager to let Connor get run over. “Do not go after them Connor, that’s an order!” Hank then looked at you and shoved an accusing finger in your face, “And you keep your ass on this side of the fence!”

You shoved his hand out of your face, of course you knew you shouldn’t cross the highway. It was idiotic and you’d most likely distract both the android and the little girl and they’d both end up roadkill. Still, it was hard to just let them go and not try and help at all.

“Oh thank god.” They’d made it across, while it was shocking, at the very least you didn’t have to see a little girl get splattered across the pavement.

Connor seemed almost angry as he walked away from you and Hank.

“That could have been really bad, Hank.” You winced as you took in a painful inhale. Your ribs were most likely just bruised, not cracked, but it still hurt like a bitch.

He nods and gives Connor a strange look. He wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you back to the car. “Yeah, I know.”

#Broken Machinery #detroit: bh #detroit become human x reader #connor rk800 #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 X fem!reader #dbh x reader #dbh X fem!reader

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tobbotobbs · 11 months

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Yandere DBH RK800 Connor x male (deviant or human) reader

Connors mission is to find and obtain the reader, a deviant/human on the run. However when searching the house he finds reader hiding and doesn’t warn Hank. Instead he sneaks the reader out and takes him for himself. He was just such a pretty model/boy that he had to take him home for himself.

Maybe he imbeds a chip into the reader to know where he is at all times?

Either human or deviant reader, just make Yandere Conner please and thanks.

Never wrote yandere stuff before so I hope this is okay :(

It was dark outside when M/n finally found an abandoned house where he could rest and hide for now. He had been running from the police and the dogs for what seemed like an eternity. And the fact that they were shooting after him as well, because he apperiantly couldn't feel pain and was just scrap metal with a voice, did not really made the running easier. He had to dodge thise bullets because he, in fact, did feel everytime something punctured his model. He in fact had feelings. Which was the start of all his problems actually. He had started to show some interest in his Mistress, Alina, which led her to question him what was happening and if his database was broken or needed a new update. Of course he declined and actually told her, as stupid as he was, that he had those feelings in him. They just suddenly started to appear someday and since a few days he broke through his data wall and finally acted on his own completely. After hearing her bodyguard android telling her all this, Alina of course chose to be careful and tell the android company about this situation she was in. And in no time they came and wanted to get rid of M/n. It was devastating, he had thought Alina felt something for him as well. The way she always made sure he was all cleaned up, had enough power or would be in good condition after a hard day of keeping creeps away from her on festivals or meetings. Oh, how naive the android had been. Thinking back to all this, he really shouldn't have been surprised. As long as he had no boiling blood, a beating heart and the life ik his eyes when being looked at he was worth nothing to noone.

A loud creek from one of the molting woodplanks took his interest. Slowly, M/n made his way over to the next room where he assumed the sound had come from. At closer inspection he found a few pigeons on the floor who just seemed to be sitting there and resting, just like he did. Smiling he went closer and sat down next to them, the animals not bothered by the androids appearance and deciding to just stay where they were seated, sharing the nice quietness of the room in the dark room which was slightly alighted by the moons presence outside. ,,You guys seem so peaceful...I wish I could just fly away as well. That must be a relieving feeling, go just...go", he whispered more to himself than the pigeons who only looked at him from the side in a weird manner. He only chuckled lightly. ,,Yeah...Yeah I must look a little mad right now I guess...", still talking to himself, M/n decided to call it a day and maybe dwell in the comfort of old memories on his database.

Meanwhile in the dpd, Hank Anderson and his Android partner Connor were sitting at their desks and waiting for something to come up so they could finally get away from Gavin and rk900 yelling at eachother in the office. It was literal hell for them. These idiots weren't even getting any punishment which made Hank more annoyed than he already was. It was just awful watching those two argue about some little inconvenience of their case when the real reason they've been so frustrated with eachother was in fact not the case but the sexual tension going on between them. Everyone saw it, even Connor who mostly didn't understand social clues and other things that had to do with human emotions. But really, for an Android that smart rk900 also seemed to not get it. And Gavin probably just felt too ashamed and proud to let the thought of him liking an Android slide. Poor guys, Hank thought to himself. He then proceeded to turn around in his seat and took a look at his partner who, instead of still looking at the arguing cops, stared at the wall, deep in thoughts. His little LED flickered between blue and yellow, showing that he was thinking or more like processing something which got the older man interested.

,,Connor, what's going on in that little head of yours?", he had asked smugly, already awaiting Connors dismissing reply that he actually had no real head and mind but just his servers to go through, though it seemed the Android was so deep in whatever he was doing, that he didn't even noticed Hanks question. ,,Hank, Connor! Come up here, I got a mission for you two!", the loud voice of their boss suddenly rang through the office which also bought Connor out of his processing procedure. The both of them stood up and quickly went up the stairs to the bureau of the captain of the dpd to see what he had for them. Seated in the bureau they waited for their orders. Which came quickly. A the Android of a higher ranked woman among society turned Deviant and was missed. He was classified as very dangerous because he was a bodyguard and still has weapons on him. And Hank and Connor needed to search for clues on where he was or best, find him right away and take him in. It seemed like a good and easy start into the operation, as they had already a clue on where he was last seen.

And easy it was, as it seemed. The Deviant hasn't left the area since yesterday and they just needed to check in which of all the abandoned buildings he was hiding. For that Hank and Connor decided to split up to cover more grounds. Connor, alone in an old factory building, fell into a spiral of thoughts. He was thinking about what exactly happened to the Android to suddenly turn Deviant. Captain didn't tell them any details because they needed to hurry things. He also wondered if he could ask the Deviant a few questions, personal ones, before they need to take him in and interrogate him. Perhaps he could befriend him as well to make things go easier. He threw that thought away as fast as it came. Androids don't make friends. That's what Deviants do. He was no Deviant. Suddenly he heard something. A little humming, coming from the room next to him. Slowly and carefully, Connor peaked around the corner. There, next to a lot of pigeons, the Deviant they were searching for stood and hummed a melody while dancing around a little, or more like jumping around. At the sight Connor forgot why they were here. This Deviant was dangerous? That sweet looking, humming and jumping Android in front of him? That couldn't be. He was too precious. He couldn't possibly hurt a fly now, could he? As Connor watched M/n for a while longer some confusing feelings made their way up into his system which caused to constantly show the words Software Instability in the right corner of his vision. He ignored those though. More focused on the heavenly creation in front of him. He wanted M/n. The feelings in his system were want and desire, he finally figured out.

He walked into the room, M/n still not noticing his presence as he was having fun humming and jumping around. Just as he was about to turn around, Connor grabbed the other Android from behind and held him still. He quickly searched for the deactivation button on the model to turn him off and when he did found it, he pressed it. M/n suddenly stood still and his LED blinked red for a few more seconds before it turned off. ,,I got you...now I just have to bring you home. Hopefully Hank won't notice I just left now...", Connor talked to himself as he pulled M/n into his arms and carried him away. His legs carried him to his apartment which he got while he worked in the dpd with Hank. He hadn't want to stay at the older man's home all the time so he got his own place. The way back to Connors place wasn't too long and nobody seemed to be out on the streets at this time of the day so he could easily take M/n with him. In his apartment he laid the h/c android down onto his couch and just looked at him for a little while. Then he got to work.

He searched up what to do in a situation like this and he came across some dark looking sites on the internet that told him to lock the person up, bondage them and keep them quiet somehow and be careful to not let them leave too many handprints over his place. He was confused at first but didn't look to much into it, humans were confusing to him anyways. He even got into a little discussion on one of those dark illegal site where one person recommended him, if he wanted to keep the person in control and know where they were at all times, he should put a tracker on them. That gave Connor a idea. He smiled to himself after he planned out what he would do to keep this Android, his Android, at his side. It was getting overwhelming, those feelings he had. The want grew and grew, he needed M/n at his side forever, somehow. He would do anything to accomplish that. He pulled a few arrangements over the next day, he had turned M/n's model on again which needed a little bit to restart after the abrupt deactivation, which gave him enough time to go and get the little chip he had bought online. When he came back from his little shopping spree, he had also rather impulsively bought a collar and a leash after walking along a pet store, he opened the door to his apartment slowly. The place was totally quiet, which made the Android think that M/n's model was still restarting.

Well he had thought wrong. Just when Connor rounded the cornor into the living room, the Deviant jumped at him. They both fell to the floor, Connors contents he had bought flew a few metres away thanks to the force of M/n crashing into him. ,,Who the fuck are you?! And why did you take me?!?!", the h/c Android asked, his voice shaking with anger as well as anxiety. Defensively, Connor held his hands up. ,,I'm Connor. I'm an Android, just like you. Well. Nearly like you. I saw you yesterday and...I took you. I have this feeling in me and it makes me crave for you since I saw you and now that I have you, we can live together! You don't have to worry about getting captured, tortured or even destroyed by humans! And you can jump around and hum how much you like here with me! You'll have such a kice life here with me, I promise!", he kind of maniacally smiled up at M/n. Everything he had said caught the ex bodyguard off guard. ,,Crave...me? What do you mean?", more anxious and confused now, M/n stood up and backed away from Connor a little. ,,You belong to me now M/n! I can and will give you everything yeah? This is your new home, trust me this is going to be perfect!", he stood up as well and walked closer to M/n. ,,I even got my little Deviant something~", it nearly sounded like Connor was purring those words as he grabbed the stuff from the floor. ,,Now, be good and let me put this around you yes? It will make you look so much better!", he exclaimed. His cold hands took the collar and the leash, opening it while putting it around M/n's neck, who was still shocked and couldn't really react or do anything. After it was put comfortably around the neck and closed, Connor clipped the leash onto a little hook at the frond of the collar and tugged slightly at it which made the Deviant fall forward a little and his mouth escaped a choked gasp at the sudden pressure around his throat, which turned a little white at the irritation.

Snickering, Connor tugged a little more until M/n was right in front of him. If he could breath, the other Android would've been able to feel it on his skin. ,,So good for me darling...now to my last little gift. God you look so obedient and good in this collar and leash! If I tugg you a little closer...like...this!", he pulled and M/n finally fell fully into his chest. That gave Connor the perfect position of putting the chip into back of M/n's head. ,,Darling stay still for a second. I've got to put something into you...for your safety yes? It could hurt a little but please, remember I love you and I am doing this so you'll be able to have a better life yes?", he sugar coated what he was about to do. Panicking about what was about to happen, M/n started to free himself from Connors grip, but the other had him perfectly captured between his arms. M/n felt one cold hand travel to the back of his head, where he pushed a little around before he found what he was looking for. A little plate of metal that wasn't really connected to the rest of the other parts. So he could pull it of, with force. Which he did. Agonizing pain went through the Deviants body. His eyes were opened wide while his mout let out an silently painful scream. If he could, he would fall unconscious. He wished he could fall unconscious. He didn't want to be here in the arms of some weird Android model that has gone mad. M/n didn't even care about the pain when the chip was put into his model. He just accepted it and afterwards, when the little plate was put onto it's place again, he didn't dare to look Connor in the eyes. He was scared, confused and stressed. He should've stayed with Mistress Alina, should've not told her how he felt. Oh what he would give to just be in her presence right now and get to speak a few words with her. He missed her. So much. It made him feel even worse, now that some creepy stranger took a liking on him and decided to creepy him and make him his. He didn't want that, all he wanted was to be left alone, to fly like the pigeons did.

So aorry this is actually so fucking bad I didn't know what to write exactly 'cause I've never written or really read any yandere stuff! I'm so sorry, hope you guys still kinda enjoyed it (:

#tobbotobbs is writing #male reader #x male reader #detroit become human #detroit become human x male reader #dbh connor x male reader #dbh connor x android male reader #dbh rk900 #gavin reed #hank anderson #hank and connor #connor rk800 #connor rk800 x reader #deviant reader

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littledigits · 9 months

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commission of brynn and noon by Sam Connor !

It sparked a conversation with my pals that has resulted in the idea that party members are going to get into a competition on who can throw the most sliced cheese at his midriff when hes sleeping.

#commission #ocs #brynn #noon #dnd #so happy my beautiful boi has a real color scheme now #wouldnt have figured it was purple and gold but thats the fun of dnd who knows where your characters are gonna go

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freddie-77-ao3 · 1 month

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connor: have you eaten yet today malcolm: well i was thinking about breakfast,,, connor: it's noon??? malcolm: yeah, i stopped thinking about breakfast connor: so you haven't eaten? malcolm: i had a carrot connor: connor: what?

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #riordanverse #pjo series #pjo fandom #incorrect quotes #malcolm pace #connor stoll #malconnor

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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She's a Fire-Chapter XVI

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Just inhale

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: so much lol, role-play (principal/naughty school girl), dom/sub, dom!bradley, spanking, p in v, oral (both receiving), ass play, crying during sex, humiliation, etc.

You panic slightly as you try to get ahold of Bradley, but Sunny texts you.

Sunny: Bobby sent me a text saying phones were getting cut early. Just wanted to let you know if you were worried.

You sigh in relief, still feeling frustrated though that your call was cut short. You can’t imagine how Bradley must be feeling, hopefully, he got off too.

Rowan: Thank you! Yeah, I was a little worried. How’d Bob like the pictures? Bradley said he looked like he was put through the wringer. 😂

Sunny: Lol, yeah. I’ll just say he REALLY liked them. His favorite was where I’m on my knees (big surprise)…he said I better greet him that way when he gets home. 😏 How about Bradley?

Rowan: Same. He was so distracted he forgot to text me for the first 40 minutes. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Sunny: Ha! That sucks though, you guys barely had any time to talk then.

Rowan: You’re telling me. We were right in the middle of it when he cut out.

Sunny: Ohhh, that sucks. Bob said they’ve had zero alone time too.

Rowan: Yeah 😩

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Bradley still hasn’t gotten off …not having a moment alone between hops, briefings, training, meals, and shut-eye. Thankfully he’s been so exhausted that he’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, even though the sleep hasn’t been great either.

2 days later, he finally catches a break-They’ll be back on the mainland tomorrow by noon. A few days earlier than anticipated.

“Hey Bobby, don’t let Sun tell Rowan we’ll be back, I wanna surprise her after work,” Bradley says as he packs his bag.

“I won’t. I think she’s working a 12 tomorrow so she probably won’t be home until after Row anyway,” he replies, doing the same.

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He pulls into the driveway around 2 and walks into a spotless house. He throws in a load of laundry and unpacks the rest of his things, before flopping on the bed and pulling out his phone to finally look at your pictures in private. He sighs as your scent hits him from the pillows. God, he missed you.

Groaning, he pulls his cock out and opens the bedside drawer to squirt a dollop of lube on his hand before starting to jerk himself off. He’s wound tight, and it’s not long before he finishes, stripes of cum coating his stomach. He snaps a picture to send you later, wipes his stomach with his boxer briefs, and jumps in the shower.

Rifling through his dresser for a pair of boxers, he spots the plaid skirt hanging up you wore for Christmas. He smiles as he thinks of the perfect way to surprise you.

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You sigh heavily as you pull onto your street, not looking forward to another night of waiting to hear from Bradley but your heart rate picks up when you see the Bronco in the driveway.

“Bradl-“ you start to call as you burst through the door, but stop when you notice what’s on the steps.

There’s a pile of clothes folded neatly next to a pair of black heels with a note on top.

Your lip quirks as you open it.

“Ms. Connor,

Your behavior over the last few weeks has been unacceptable, as you’re well aware. Change into the clothes I’ve set out and report to my office for further discussion and retribution.

You have 10 minutes to be dressed and in my office (time starts as soon as I hear the door). Do not be late.”

That delicious mixture of excited dread runs through you at his words. You debate whether or not you want to push it and be late, but decide against it; you’ve missed him too much.

You strip at the bottom of the stairs and pull on the skirt, then the button-down shirt, and finally the knee high socks and carry your shoes up the stairs, slipping them on at the top.

You walk slowly into the office, biting your lip as you take him in. He looks so good, leaning back in his chair. Wearing nice slacks and a button down too, holding a wooden ruler in his hand, tapping it against his leg.

“I’m impressed, you made it with 10 seconds to spare, Ms. Connor. It’s too little, too late though, I’m afraid.” He says as he rises from the chair, erection thick and obvious in his well-fitted pants. He circles you like a hawk. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Goosebumps rise as you smell his cologne. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” He says, walking over to the desk, and leaning against as it faces you. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“My behavior’s been unacceptable, sir.”

“Be more specific.”

“I forgot to take the garbage to the curb on Tuesday?” You guess, unable to resist teasing him.

“Try again.”

“I went 7 miles over the speed limit on Broadway Street this morning on the way to work…”

“Sending dirty pictures, teasing me with images of you with another woman…does any of that ring a bell?”

“That was Sunny’s idea, I was just-“You start to lie but he interrupts.

“And now you’re trying to let someone else take the blame?”

“No sir, I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Now get on your knees and do something better with that mouth.” He says as he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out, nodding by his feet for you to take your place there.

Holy shit. You’re almost dizzy at the pulse of arousal that pulses through you, coating your bare thighs.

“Yes sir” you answer, stepping forward to kneel before him.

His hand reaches out to cup your face, a moment of tenderness before he catches himself and pushes his fingers through your hair to guide your head.

“Christ, your mouth. Always getting you into trouble,” he hisses as you hollow your cheeks around him, “keep that up and maybe it’ll get you out of it.”

You moan and nod around him, looking up at him under your lashes. You reach for his sack and gently roll his balls in your hand. Tears spring to your eyes as you force yourself not to gag when you take him in deeper, tugging his balls at the same time.

He shudders and his head drops with a deep groan before he pulls you off by your hair. “Nice try, you almost made me cum, Ms. Connor.” He pants, chest heaving. You whine at his words as he tucks himself back into his pants.

He holds his hand out to help you to your feet, then pulls you to the desk. He grinds his erection into your ass as he stands behind you, his hand coming up between your shoulder blades to push your front against the cool wood.

He reaches under your skirt to squeeze your cheeks and sucks in a breath as he realizes. “No panties again, Ms. Connor?”

“There were none in the pile of clothes that were left out for me, sir.” You cheekily reply.

He chuckles, hands still squeezing and rubbing the soft skin of your bottom. “Were you wearing any before you changed?”

“Yes sir,” you admit.

“So you took them off, knowing I would see when I spanked you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Why?” He asks, dropping his hands and stepping back.

You hesitate and that earns you a harsh smack through your skirt.

“I-“ you start but he swats your other side.

“I don’t want excuses. Since you like showing off so much you can stand in the corner after I’m through with you.”

You whimper, but reply “Yes sir.”

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Bradley gives you a few more swats through your skirt before flipping it over your hips. He whistles lowly and you hear him take a few pictures on his phone.

A gasp leaves you as he swipes his fingers between your legs. You fail to bite back your moan as he tsks. “Just like I thought. You’re enjoying this.”

He wipes the wetness on your upturned skirt and slaps your right cheek with his hand before you can argue. “I don’t want to hear anything from you other than crying right now.”

Oh God. Your aching pussy clenches around nothing and you bite your lip as you nod.

The left cheek is spanked next, and then he alternates sides as he warms your skin with quick, solid smacks, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. He’d set the ruler in front of your face to taunt you with what’s yet to come and you fidget, shifting your weight between your legs unintentionally trying to get some friction between your legs as he reddens your ass.

“Already squirming and I haven’t even finished warming you up. Hold still or I’ll put you over my knee and start over”. He warns, only pausing for a moment before continuing with his hand. You whimper, unsure if you want that or not.

He gives you a few more on each side; each a little harder than the last and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he stops.

A deep moan slips past your lips when he pushes two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly before he brings them up to circle your clit. You’re close but you try and hold it off, knowing he’s not going to let you orgasm. Sure enough, as soon as you start feeling that pull, he pulls his hand away and gently slaps your clit.

You press your forehead to the desk and whine in frustration and he chuckles.

“If you take your punishment like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you have my cock.”

You nod, unsure if you’re allowed to talk yet.

He picks up the ruler and you shiver in anticipation as he runs it over your heated skin. Before you notice it’s gone, he snaps it over both cheeks with a sharp crack. It stings…and you like it.

He alternates sides like he always does, each side getting the same amount, and making sure every spankable area gets attention.

Tears start to fill your eyes around the twentieth or so swat and you begin to fidget again, your legs shake as the stinging pain from your ass and the echoing throb between your legs is getting to be too much.

Bradley takes notice. “Have you had enough, Ms. Connor?”

“Yes sir,” you sniff.

“A few more should do it then,” he replies and lets the final 10 spanks land across the sit spots on your lower cheeks; a few tears leak as you hold your breath when the stinging becomes almost unbearable; exhaling finally when he drops the ruler.

He pulls you back to standing and you groan as your thighs inadvertently rub together.

“Go,” he points to the corner.

“No, please sir, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!“

Sighing, he unzips your skirt and pulls it off you, then he grabs your elbow to drag you over to the corner. He folds your arms across your back, and you mewl as you feel his erection against you.

“Stay here,” he growls, spanking you twice more before he walks to grab something out of the top drawer of the desk.

You flinch as you hear the cap of the lube pop open and again when his cold wet fingers trail over your puckered hole. He can’t resist, and places kisses on your neck as he eases a finger in, pumping in and out slowly. You sigh as you get used to the feeling; he’s only ever toyed with your ass while he’s fucking or stimulating you in other ways. He pulls away as you start to enjoy it but the lube clicks again and soon you feel something cold and metal pressing into you. Your breath hitches and you tense instinctively.

“It’s smaller than the one you use on me,” he chuckles. You relax, and he pushes it all the way in. He’s right, it’s not much bigger than his finger. You feel full…and frustrated because it’s not what you want.

“Don’t move, I’ll be back in a minute,” he says.

You hear him walk into the bathroom and wash his hands, returning a few minutes later.

He takes pictures on his phone again and you flush, imagining what you look like; shirt still on, arms folded behind your back, and your bright red ass with a plug peeking between your cheeks. The delicious shame and humiliation have your thighs drenched as you shift your weight trying to get relief of any kind.

“Think I should send these to Bob and Sunny? Show them what I do to naughty girls?”

You flush even further and shake your head. “No sir, please don’t. It was Sunny’s idea but I agreed to it.”

“Whose idea was it to leave a handprint on that perfect ass and take a picture of it to tease me with?” He asks, setting his phone down.

“…Sunny’s.” You reply with a snort, breaking character.

He breaks and laughs too as he leans against the the desk. The ‘scene’ is over. “Come here, Row.”

You turn and your hands immediately drop to your ass to finally rub the sting out, skin still hot to the touch. It hurts sofuckinggood. He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs, and his cock strains with a wet spot where precum is leaking through.

You unbutton your shirt as you saunter over to him, letting it fall from your arms and unclasp your bra before letting it drop too.

His arms wrap around your waist as your hands weave through his hair to kiss him deeply, moaning as his tongue dances with yours. He lifts you and turns, clearing items from his desk with his arm before he lays you back on it.

“I missed you so much, Row,” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, voice thick. “I love you.”

“I love you, and I missed you too. So much. I was miserable without you” you reply with a sad smile.

He looks like he wants to say something more but he kisses you instead. Too soon you have to pull away to breathe and he kneels, placing your legs over his shoulders. He wastes no time and groans when he licks you in a long stripe, finally tasting you.

Your head drops to your shoulder as you watch him. His eyes are closed and he’s grunting softly into your pussy as his shoulder flexes rhythmically; he’s jerking off.

You gasp as his other hand’s fingers push into you, the plug making it more intense when he curls them, rubbing over your g-spot while he laves at your clit.

Your vision goes white as your back arches off the desk when he pushes you over the edge. Your pussy flutters around his fingers and he keeps going as you writhe above him.

“Fuck, Bradley!” You cry hoarsely as he draws a second climax from you before you recover from the first. Your thighs lock around his ears and your hands tug his hair when he doesn’t. let. up.

Gently sucking your pulsing clit into his mouth, he continues his assault on your g-spot, and a moment later he finally gets what he wants; a gush of wetness coats his chin as your pussy contracts around his fingers.

He groans into you, the hand around his cock gripping the base to stop his imminent orgasm.

You weakly pull his head away, unable to open your eyes as the aftershocks pulse through you.

He rises to carry you bridal-style to the bedroom, laying you down before climbing over you.

Your eyes drift close again as he pushes in; a tighter fit from the plug and nearly 2 weeks since he was inside you.

You flinch, opening your eyes when a wet drop falls on you. Your heart stops when you see Bradley’s crying.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, hands cupping his face.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I just love you fucking so much. I never want to leave you again,” he says, voice trembling as he leans down to kiss you before tucking his head into your neck.

“I love you too,” you whisper, tears springing to your eyes as your fingers run over his back.

He whispers sweet praises into your neck, coaxing another orgasm from you before letting himself succumb to his own.

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You lay tangled together for a while in comfortable silence before asking him to join you in the shower.

“‘Course,” he smiles.

He cleans up the office and gets your clothes from the bottom of the stairs while you remove the plug and wash it.

Bradley gets in first and laughs when you tense the first time the hot water touches the sore skin of your tush. You let him wash you first and then you do the same to him.

After, he rubs on the aloe before you slip on one of his tees. You turn on a movie and have him lay on his stomach so you can work all the knots out of his neck and back from sleeping in those awful bunks.

You smile as he’s asleep 10 minutes later, throwing a blanket over you both and tucking into his side.

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A/N: I hope this one was worth the wait. I apologize, the last few days were awful and the next few will be too.

Tagging:

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #robert bob floyd #top gun smut #bob floyd #bradley rooster x reader

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isa-belle1367 · 1 month

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What do you think would happen if Connor, Altair and Ezio all travelled in time to before Desmond died? Can you list some headcanons on how they would all interact with one another and how they would react to modern day stuff?

Omg I'm so sorry this took so long to respond to. I have notifications for Tumblr off, so sorry but I will absolutely do this. 😈

Desmond's brain due to the bleeding effect, defaults to "This isn't real, so it doesn't matter what I say." so he is extremely honest and unhinged around them.

Connor would HATE fast food, like with a burning passion. He would think its gross, oversalted, etc.

they would all be protective of Desmond. Like he needs to go on a field mission and all of them are just like. "You're doing WHAT?" "No, you're not going." "Desmond. You. Are. Not. Doing. That."

Ezio would be so scared at how expensive everything is.

They would bond over their trauma and talk about gruesome topics like they are nothing. "Yeah, so I watched my father get hanged." "Omg no way, I watch my father get murdered by templars." "My dad was a templar, so I had to kill him."

Connor hates all technology, thinks its loud and annoying. Ezio's fine with it, but doesn't use it often, probably has a flip phone. Altair would love technology, mostly bombs, he def loves how far bombs have advanced. Desmond has yelled at him for blowing up the kitchen multiple times.

Altair would teach them the best way to keep their blades in top condition.

Altair and Ezio would basically adopt Connor and make him super unhinged. "Manners? Throw that shit away. Now, have you heard of arson?"

Desmond would mention that Altair didn't know how to swim to Ezio, and Ezio would immediately start pulling water-based pranks on Altair. Bucket of water in the doorway, shoving him in the pool etc. Altair is extremely confused.

Desmond makes broke boy spaghetti and Ezio has an aneurism.

They would all hate bill but for different reasons. Altair hates him because Bill reminds him of Al Mualim. Ezio hates him because no mentor should hit their student, he thinks he is a disgrace to the brotherhood. Connor hates him because he just gets bad vibes from him.

When they discovered air conditioning, they nearly died.

Altair nearly died of heat stroke due to humidity.

Altair would be good at using technology, because he spent his life studying Isu tech.

One time they all went on a mission together and they spent the entire time trying not to laugh. Nothing was accomplished.

All of them absolutely despise the animus. They will smash it to bits given the chance.

They all teach each other their native languages so they can talk shit and not be discovered. Desmond finds this amusing.

Ezio is scared to look at price tags.

They all have silent footsteps and don't realize until they have snuck up on like 5 people and its only noon.

Altair has a coffee addiction. He also has the diet of a pre-med student. red bull mixed with espresso, hopes and prayers, and a small thing of stale fries.

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #altair #altair ibn la'ahad #connor kenway #ezio auditore #bill miles #silly desmond #silly altair #silly ezio #silly connor #desmond #head canon

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dextixer · 10 months

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RT is CRWBY and CRWBY is RT

For a long time now, especially right now i see a lot of people say things like "Roosterteeth is not the same as CRWBY!" "CRWBY is innocent of the things that Roosterteeth is doing!". Of course this is mostly in response to RT being caught up in yet another scandal of abuse or some other sort of fucky wucky. The most recent one being queerbaiting with BB over... Completely unrelated content. Something that most critics could have told you like 3-4 years ago, but the FNDM is only now catching on.

The other times people try to pretend that the problems of RWBY are because "CRWBY has limited resources" and they pretend that RT is some sort of evil overlord hanging over CRWBY and not giving them time/resources to make RWBY.

So, i took some time to go over a few names of people who produce this show for the sole reason of proving a simple TRUTH. That there is almost NO difference between CRWBY and RT. They are the SAME company with the SAME people.

(Directors)

Kerry Shawcross - Director of RWBY from V3 - Core member of RT

Gray Haddock - Co-Director of RWBY V3-5 - Head of Animation at RT

Miles Luna - Writer, Assistant director V3-5 - Head writer of Animation 2015-2018, core member of RT

Connor Pickens - Co-Director V6-7 - Lead Editor of RT

(Producers)

Matt Hullum - Executive Producer of RWBY - Chief content officer and co-founder of RT (CEO - 2012-2019) - His wife is a VO in the show for Raven Branwen.

Koen Wooten - producer / supervising producer 2015-2019 - Supervising producer of RT animation division

Joe Clary - Lead producer of RWBY 2017-2020 - Producer at RT

Nick Todd - Animation associate producer of RWBY 2019-2023 - Pre-production/outsourcing producer at RT

(Voice Actors)

Jack Pattillo - Co-Founder of Achievement Hunter - VA for Junior

Michael Jones - Core member of AH - VA for Sun Wukong

Lindsay Jones - Core editor of AH - VA for Ruby Rose

Barbara Dunkelman - Creative director of RT - VA for Yang Xiao Long

Burnie Burns - Co-founder of RT - CEO - CCO - VA for Taiyang Xiao Long

They Knew

Many of the highest ranking members of RT were involved in the production of RWBY. Heads of animation, Co-founders, Head Writers. People who were the leads of entire DEPARTMENTS of RT creation.

These people KNEW about EVERYTHING that happened at RT. RT is not some foreign entity from CRWBY. CRWBY is RT. RT is CRWBY.

The only parts of CRWBY that are not related to RT management are ANIMATORS and other such workers. And guess what, most of them are now FIRED.

Workers not getting paid, frat boy culture, bigoted culture, overwork etc. Were the fault of the SAME RT members that are a part of CRWBY.

And absolutely NOONE can even try to imply that the reason RWBY had problems because of "higher ups at RT" when those same Higher ups of RT worked on RWBY DIRECTLY. Including the CEO of the company and Co-Founders.

Also, as a note, Blizz fanboys tried to pull the same shit when Blizzard abuses came to light. "Its not the department that i like! My WoW team was innocent! My Overwatch team was innocent". Fucking bullshit, all of it.

#rwby #roosterteeth #Rooster Teeth #crwby #rwde

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bebemoon · 3 months

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official lfw a/w '24 schedule

feb 16 | paul costelloe, masha popova, noon by noor, temperley london, bora aksu, edward crutchley, sinead o'dwyer, completedworks, mark fast, huishan zhang, dreaming eli, chet lo, fashion east, on|off presents...jack irving, natasha zinko, central saint martins

feb 17 | 16arlington, roksanda, malone souliers, robyn lynch, molly goddard, erdem, ahluwalia, david koma, simone rocha, richard quinn, ingrid kraftchenko

feb 18 | emilia wickstead, kazna asker, jw anderson, eudon choi, paolo carzana, holzweiler, connor ives, sinead gorey, aaron esh, saul nash, dilara findikoglu

feb 19 | edeline lee, yuhan wang, marques' almeida, knwls, di petsa, colville, susan fang, frolov, derrick, helen kirkum, burberry

#lfw #fashion week #runway schedules #aw24 #fw24

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ash-writies · 2 years

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Could you do a fic with connor + female reader where reader keeps flirting with connor? And you can make connor feel however you want yo about that, thank you, have a lovely day ❤️

A/n: Is it obvious that i don’t know how to flirt? Anyway- Thanks for sending this ask! Asks are still open but I've been busy with work, so it might take a little :> keep them coming tho!! Hope you enjoy <3

Summary: A big case was just solved and the department was going out to celebrate. You’d never had much of an interest in celebrating these kinds of things until a certain android had made an appearance.

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, kind of suggestive at the end

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You closed the last tab on your computer, “are ya comin’ y/n?” Hank asked, shrugging on his coat. You were close with hank before Connor came to the station, exchanging sarcastic remarks with cups of coffee at noon. You were only going because you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Connor more.

“Yup!” you said, “just a moment.” You pulled out a folder and hastily put the flies in.

You stood and pulled your coat on as Connor met with the two of you, “the car is here Hank.”

“I have my own car,” the man grumbled.

“Driving under the influence is unsafe and illegal if I might add,” Connor stated.

“Whatever,” the man huffed as he walked outside, “damn android…” You chuckled at the new term of endearment and grabbed your bag. As Connor looked at you his LED flickered yellow.

You tapped your temple, “everything good Con?”

“Yes y/n” he said as his LED flickered back to blue.

You brushed it off, “okay, lead the way wonder boy!” He smiled and led you towards the car, meeting Hank halfway.

The ride to the bar was normal, the three of you caught up and discussed random things about day to day life and your cases. As the car pulled into the lot the men stepped out first and as you began to Connor held his hand out for you. You took it and looked away as heat crawled onto your face. He pulled you out of the car and looked at you intently, LED flickering yellow for a moment.

Hank cleared his throat, causing both of your heads to turn towards him, “are you done love birds? We have alcohol to be drinking.”

You chuckled and slid your hand out of Connor’s, “uh- yeah, lets go!” You followed Hank into the building without a single glance to Connor. Once you were inside you made a bee-line to your coworkers in a large booth. You congratulated them on their success and went to sit at the bar with some of the people you worked with.

You ordered a shirley temple, “No!! This is a celebration! You have to actually have alcohol!” Your friend waved her hand, ordering you something stronger. You reluctantly took it and drank it in a few gulps, pausing in between as the liquid burned your throat. You have to admit, it tasted pretty good. Like strawberry nail polish remover. You ordered one more and drank it eagerly. Suddenly, an android was at your side.

“Hey, Connor,” you greeted.

“Hello, y/n,” he muttered.

You smirked, “is there any reason in particular that you’ve decided to join me?”

“I’m bothering Hank…” he muttered.

“I’m sure he’s just being light-hearted-”

“No, I’m really annoying him…” he said as his LED began to glow a steady yellow.

You rested your hand on his arm and smiled, “well, I don’t think its possible for you to annoy me.” He pressed in lips together and looked away from you. You took another drink, using the alcohol as a confidence boost. This was your moment, you affirmed yourself, now was the time…

“Do you know cpr, Connor?” you mentally face-palmed. Why you went with the cheesiest thing you don’t know.

“Yes, I was programmed with basic first aid to help me better integrate with humans,” he said, fidgeting with his coin.

“That’s good because you just took my breath away.”

Connor smiled and scoffed, “you’re a bit funny.”

“Just go all the way and say I’m hilarious,” you pouted in a way that made him smile more.

“I don’t think I’ll give you that so easily.” He turned to face you.

“Okay- If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”

“Hmm, I think you lost points,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair.

“But you laughed so it was good!” you pointed as you leaned forward.

“I laughed because it was just so bad!”

“I’ve got another one.”

“Oh no-”

“Shush,” you began, “did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, giggling under his breath, “that one was worse!”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try then?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, try not to get too flustered,” he said winking at you.

At that you already failed to complete that small task, “whatever,” you scoffed.

He leaned over to you, brushing your hair behind your ear, his lips hovering just next to it. You felt him exhale, which was a bit strange but you didn’t question it. As he was expertly setting the mood your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/n, your lips look lonely. Let me introduce them to mine.” Your whole body tensed, waiting for him to do or say something, even though it was your turn. After a moment he pulled back and looked at you, face slightly flushed.

“Uh- um-” you cleared your throat, “I guess you win. You’re better at flirting.”

He began laughing, “oh yeah?”

“Don’t get cocky about it,” you muttered, dropping your head to fidget with your clothes.

With a finger he lifted your chin. He licked his lips, inching closer to you, “When was the last time you kissed someone?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and your eyes darted around the room. Once the coast was clear you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, “like two seconds ago,” you said once you pulled back. His face was tinted blue with and held shocked expression. “Earth to Connor?” you said after a moment, waving your hand in front of his face. He visibly startled.

“Why did you?” he sputtered.

“Because I like you.” He was silent, his LED flashed yellow before returning to blue. You began to turn away from him, opening your mouth to- take it back? You didn’t know.

“I like you too,” he said, resting his hand on yours. You smiled at him but before you could say anything he began to ramble, “that’s actually why Hank was annoyed at me. He wanted me to make a move instead of constantly talking about you and just staring. When I expressed my concerns about that he told me not to worry and that women prefer for men to make the first move-”

You laughed, interrupting him from his thoughts. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “look, I’m just glad you like me, for a little I thought I was making you uncomfortable…”

“Of course you weren’t!” he exclaimed, “I was just trying to think of something ‘flirty’ to say.”

“Well in the end you got it!” you smiled and he returned it.

“So, do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?” he asked.

“Hmm, I do think you’re on my to-do list,” you said, smirking at him.

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500 Miles (Chapter Sixteen)

Summary: This is Part Nineteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE CHAPTER! IT'S HAPPENING! BRACE YOURSELVES FOR THE MOST FLUFF TO EVER FLOOF! (also minor character injury, but he's fine, seriously.)

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arcs exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Bex

The housewarming party had gone off without a hitch, but Bex and Emery had been so tired, they’d basically passed out once everyone left.

Sunday morning was spent finishing clean up—not that there was too much to do since Devon, Sam, Isaac, Kira, and Malia had stuck around to help tidy before heading home the night before.

Then the two of them got ready for the mini-housewarming party starting at noon.

Noon-ish.

It was hard arriving anywhere on time when you were herding four kids while you did it. Still, Chris and Cindy showed up an impressive mere fifteen minutes late.

“Oh, wow, Emery,” Cindy exclaimed after they’d all piled inside and were starting their tour. “I love what you’ve done with the place. Cozy, but not closed in, you know?”

“Thank you.” Emery beamed at her. “I had a lot of help though and I could use a little more.” She steered the whole gang into the kitchen and gestured at her fridge. “No one has given me anything to put on my fridge. Can you believe that?”

On cue, Bex dug out the kid-friendly art supplies from where they’d stashed them yesterday and held them up. “Who’s gonna help us fix it?”

Even Lee Henry, who was more teenagery than not lately, volunteered to help. Bex got them all organized around the coffee table while Chris and Cindy stayed in the kitchen with Emery to finish the lunch preparations.

Bex knew they were wanting to check in with Em to see how she was doing with everything and she was happy to give them the space to do that. Emery having more parental figures in her life was definitely helping her progress. Donna and Trudy had kept in touch after their girls’ night—to the point that Emery had a standing lunch date with both of them. Each one was neatly marked down on the kitchen calendar. With a little smile-y face.

It had taken awhile, but Emery was finally embracing having a whole gang behind her.

“Alright,” Bex said, crouching down beside Annabelle and Max. “What are we working on here? Is that a dragon? Nice.”

By the time lunch was on the table, they had a full fridge’s worth of masterpieces ready to go. Emery ooh’d and ahh’d over each one, letting the kids pick out their own magnets to hang them with before they sat down.

“I want to get my own house, just like Emery’s,” Annabelle declared through a mouthful of grilled cheese.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Chris said. “When you’re all grown up.”

Annabelle nodded. “When I’m ten,” she said decisively.

Bex pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her laugh at the look on Chris’s face. Annabelle caught it too and reached over to pat his hand.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” she said. “You can come visit me.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Chris choked out as Cindy patted him from the other side.

“Can I come visit too?” Bex asked her.

“Oh, yes, Auntie Bex,” Annabelle said. “…if you bring Kol.”

“Of course,” Bex agreed. Who was she to argue with priorities like that?

***

Will

Will and Connor had been home for about fifteen minutes when Bex and Emery came bursting through the door, arms full of bags.

“Hey!” Bex grinned as she swooped around them to the kitchen. “We brought stuff for dinner!”

“Tired of the new place already, Em?” Will teased.

“For your information, I was kidnapped,” she shot back as she followed Bex, laughing at the outraged squawk that got.

Bex poked her head back in the living room. “Excuse me for thinking it would be nice to cap off the weekend by having dinner together.”

“I think it sounds great, Bex,” Connor called out to her. She blew him a kiss and returned to the kitchen.

Will turned to his boyfriend. “You are such a suck up,” he whispered.

“Might be, but you love me,” Connor murmured back, waggling his eyebrows at Will.

“This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it?” Will sighed. Not that he was in any way, shape, or form annoyed by it. A smile spread across his face as he leaned in for a kiss—

“Get your butts in here,” Bex yelled. “This dinner won’t cook itself!”

Will groaned and Connor laughed, giving him a quick peck. “C’mon,” he said, grabbing Will’s hand and hauling him toward the kitchen. “Our ass-isstance is required.”

“Ooooh, we have to break up,” Will groaned again. “That was terrible. Ugh. The worst.”

Bex and Emery overheard the last bit and made Connor say it again which started up a flurry of truly horrific puns that lasted until dinner was ready.

Emery and Connor stuck around for a movie afterward and Will had to admit that it was a nice way to cap off the weekend. He knew Bex had been apprehensive about all of the changes their family had been going through, but—

It looked like they were navigating their new normal just fine.

He and Bex waited at the door while Connor and Emery got their things together. After giving Emery a hug, he gave Connor a kiss. “Love you,” he whispered in his ear and Connor whispered it back. His stomach did a little flip every time he heard it. Will hoped that never stopped.

“See you at the coffee cart in the morning?” he asked as they drew apart and Connor nodded, giving him one last kiss before he and Emery headed out. Will locked the door behind them and turned to see Bex staring at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Will,” she said in a tone that seemed to indicate he should understand exactly what she meant by just saying his name.

“What?” he repeated. “Why are you looking at me like—” Oh. Maybe she—did she hear them?

“Will.”

Yeah, she definitely did. And that—that was okay. That was more than okay because he and Connor loved each other and he wasn’t scared or ashamed or trying to hide anything because it was all good. So good.

“Be-ex,” he sang back at her, grinning.

Then she screamed and jumped on him. “I’m so happy for you!” she yelled, nearly strangling him with her arms around his neck. “Tell me everything! Right now!”

He staggered over to the couch and dumped her on it, taking a breath. “Okay, fine.” Bex cheered as Will plopped down beside her, cheeks already hurting from how big his smile had become. “I’ll start at the beginning…”

***

Connor

Connor stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, avoiding Emery’s pointed stare as she followed behind him. He could still see her incredibly wide grin out of the corner of his eye though. It was kind of hard to miss.

“So,” Emery said slowly, drawing the word out to its full potential. “You and Will have a good night last night? Anything fun or interesting happen?”

He turned, taking in the gleeful look on her face. “It was nice,” he said. “A totally fine and normal night.”

The glee instantly dissolved into a pout as she grabbed his arm. “Connor, come on,” she begged. “Please? Who said it first? How did it happen? Details! Are you honestly not dying to talk about it?”

Connor lasted about fifteen seconds of pretending he wasn’t dying to talk about it when the doors to the elevator opened. “I said it first,” he blurted out before escaping into the lobby.

Emery squealed, chasing after him. “AND? Then what?” She looped her arm through his as they headed for the parking lot.

“Okay, fine,” Connor said before waving a stern finger at her. “But this stays between us.”

She crossed her heart enthusiastically. “I will be a freakin’ vault.”

Yeah, there was no way this wasn’t getting back to Bex, but Connor had a feeling Will was getting the same treatment at that very moment. “So,” he began, bumping shoulders with her while they walked. “We were getting ready for bed and Will was talking about what a great night it was…”

***

Bex

Bex yawned as she headed into Molly’s, wiping at the sleep out of her eyes. She’d been up late texting with Emery and comparing notes on the big Will and Connor ‘I love you’ story. It was obviously time well spent—no regrets—she was just going to need some serious caffeine to get through the day. She had no regrets about volunteering to help out Chris either, but…

Inventory was always so mind-numbingly boring.

“It’s too hot to be stuck in here doing this.” Otis arrived shortly after her, grumbling as he came through the door. “We should have minions for this sort of thing.”

“I mean—” Bex shrugged “—I think technically I am one of the minions.”

“Who’s ready to count stuff?” Shay came bursting in with a tray of iced coffees and a gigantic grin. Bex was already making grabby hands for one of the cups. Shay handed them out and then hopped up on a stool. “No one’s going to have as much fun as we are today.”

Otis peered at her over the top of his cup. “Why does that sound like a threat?”

***

Jay

“Gonna be a good day,” Ruzek declared as he strapped on his vest. “I can feel it.” He reached out a fist to Atwater and they did some sort of intricate bump-shake combination.

“Be even better if it wasn’t so hot,” Burgess groaned, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

Ruzek snapped his fingers and pointed at her, eyes going wide. “We should get ice cream when this is done.”

Jay ignored the rest of their discussion—a heated debate over where they’d go for ice cream—and focused on getting his own gear on, not wanting to get distracted from the job ahead.

They’d been honing in on a group that was using clubs to test out a deadly new party drug. Yesterday, a solid tip came in from one of Olinsky’s CIs and today they were hitting the suspected base of the operations. Hopefully to shut the whole thing down.

“Hey.”

Jay looked up to see Upton standing before him, ready to go.

“You good?” she asked, tucking her hands into the top of her own vest as she watched him finish up his checks.

“Just about,” he said and she grinned.

“Good,” she said. “Hurry up. Word is we’re getting ice cream after this.”

***

Shay

Shay had a plan: Play it casual, keep the conversation going, and then slide a Mouse question in there, real smooth-like.

However.

They got ten minutes into working through the supply room with Otis griping about how hot it was the whole time and Shay found herself blurting out, “Bex! How are things going with Mouse?”

So. Not as smooth as she’d hoped, but at least it was a change of subject.

After a second of shocked silence, a tiny smile flitted across Bex’s face and Shay did an internal fist pump. That had to mean good news.

“Um, they’re—things are going great,” Bex said. “We’re still taking it slow, but I think we’re finally getting on the same page about things, important things, and—”

Otis groaned, banging his forehead on the shelf. “Please,” he said. “No relationships talk. Seriously.” He spun around to lean against the shelves and sighed. “I can’t deal with a full day of hearing about how amazing things are with you and Julie—” he pointed at Shay “—or how the unending saga of the Mouse and Bex romance is going—” he pointed at Bex “because while I am incredibly happy for both of you, I am also so incredibly, painfully single and I can’t. I can’t do it! I don’t need another layer of sadness added to this day. Inventory is bad enough.”

Shay exchanged a glance with Bex and they both stepped toward him, arms outstretched. “Aw, Otis—”

“No!” He raised his hands to fend them off. “No hugging either! It’s too hot for that too!”

“First of all, I turned the air conditioner on so it’s going to be fine in here soon enough,” Bex said. “Second of all, I think maybe we do need some relationship talk time, but focused on this whole stressful…tangle you’ve got yourself in.”

Shay had to agree. Dude was pent up.

He tried to argue, but Otis was no match for the combined persuasive powers of Bex and Shay. Soon enough, they were sitting in a loose circle on the floor of the supply room, sipping at their drinks as Otis detailed his romantic woes.

It was a lot of woe.

“Online dating got me nowhere,” he was saying. “And meeting people in person is hard with our schedules. Plus, I don’t think I make the best first impression, you know?” He frowned down at his cup. “No one sticks around long enough to get to know me.”

“They’re the ones missing out,” Bex said. She reached out to pat his knee and he snorted. “What? They are!”

“No, it’s not that,” he said, laughing a bit as he shook his head. “I, uh, there was the tiniest of moments awhile back when I was thinking about asking you out. When it looked like maybe things weren’t going to work out with you and Mouse.”

Hunh. Interesting. It would have been super weird, but Shay could almost see it? Bex seemed like she was trying to wrap her brain around it as well.

Otis looked up and saw her face, then started tripping over his words trying to explain it better. “Only because we actually know each other, you know? And we get along, right? We have a lot of the same interests and sense of humour and we already hang out with the same people.” He scrunched up his nose. “But then I thought about it more and realized it would be totally weird. Like, beyond weird. It was more of a last resort kind of idea than anything else? I rejected it pretty quickly—”

“Okay!” Bex cut him off, kicking at his foot. “I don’t need an extensive list of reasons as to why asking me out would have been a horrible idea. I’m gonna choose not to be offended by that because you’re right. Our sibling energy is way too strong.” She blew out a breath. “You must have really been grasping at straws to even consider it.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Otis exclaimed. He slumped back. “Ugh. Relationship talk ban back on. This is making it worse.”

“No, no, no!” Shay scooted closer, ignoring the grunginess of the floor. “Listen. You are a great guy, Otis. You’re handsome, objectively speaking, you’re smart—”

“You’re funny,” Bex added. “And fun which are two different and important things. Plus, you’re a cool firefighter—”

“And a part owner of Chicago’s best bar,” Shay said, elbowing him until he cracked a little smile. “You’ve got a lot going for you.”

“And it’s not getting me anywhere,” Otis said, bringing them full circle. “I wish I could be like Severide or—”

“Ah!” Bex held up a finger. “That’s your problem, right there. Why are you trying to be like someone else? We literally just listed all of the reasons you’re awesome—all of the things that make you you. The right person is going to come along at the right time and I don’t think you should be trying to change yourself in the meantime.”

“Although,” Shay began and the two of them turned to look at her. “We could take some time to workshop your game a little bit—”

Otis instantly bristled. “My game is great, what are you talking about—”

Shay threw her hands up. “You just said—”

“I know!” Otis scowled at her. He crossed his arms and hunched in on himself, glaring at the two of the them before deflating. “Okay. Fine. What do you suggest?”

“Like I said, workshopping.” Shay snapped a pair of finger guns at him. “You’ll practice flirting with us—” She ignored his groan. “—and we’ll see if there’s any little things we can do to improve your approach.”

“Fine,” Otis grumbled, getting to his feet.

Shay exchanged a grin with Bex as they got up as well. She knew today was going to be fun.

***

Mouse

Mouse was loading up the last of the gear in the van when Burgess came over. She and Olinsky were going to be riding in it with him which seemed to be the usual set up on OPs lately. He didn’t mind. Olinsky mostly kept to himself and Burgess was nice enough.

Even if she asked a lot of questions.

He could tell one was brewing by the way she was hovering and handing him things to load into the van.

“Hey, so,” she finally said, clearing her throat. “You and Bex were pretty smiley at Emery’s housewarming party. Are things…going okay with her? Now?”

Everyone on the team had been giving him lots of space lately—Mouse suspected Jay was running interference—but someone was bound to crack sooner rather than later and he didn’t mind that it was Kim. She’d been offering him a lot of quiet support all along.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it in detail though. Not when he was still figuring out those details with Bex and as much as they were in a better place, they weren’t…solidified yet.

“Yeah,” Mouse said, locking in the last of the gear. “It’s, uh, things are good. Better.” He flashed her a small smile and hoped she’d be satisfied enough by that.

“That’s great, Mouse.” Kim grinned at him, bobbing her head in a little nod. “I’m glad to hear it.” She pulled the van keys out of her pocket and twirled them on her finger before heading for the driver’s seat.

Mouse chuckled to himself and closed the side door. Then he turned around only to be nearly nose to nose with Olinsky. Mouse hadn’t even heard him walk up which was as disconcerting as it was annoying. Guy needed a bell.

“You know,” Olinsky said in that soft, mild tone he had. “I try to stay out of everyone’s personal lives.” He sighed. “But everyone keeps talking about them so I still hear things.”

“Uh…” Mouse froze, not quite sure where he was going with this. Was he supposed to apologize? It wasn’t like Mouse was the one who kept bringing this stuff up at work. He had a hard enough time talking about it with Bex.

Or maybe Olinsky was trying to work his way around to offering some advice? It felt like everyone else Mouse knew had put their two cents in at this point so why not Olinsky?

From what Mouse knew of the man, the conversation could go either way.

“So, you’re saying…” Mouse prompted.

“I’m saying I wish I heard less.” Olinsky stuck a toothpick into his mouth and stared off into the distance. A haunted look passed over his face. “So much less.”

Mouse opened his mouth to apologize when Olinsky clapped a hand on his shoulder, nearly sending him into the van. “Be good to Mini-Halstead.” Then he wandered to the front of the van. “Burgess!” Olinsky called out. “Gimme those keys.”

This day was shaping up to be weird as hell. Mouse shook his head, accepting a fist-bump from Jay when he passed by. Voight called for everyone’s attention at that point and announced they were moving out.

Mouse scrambled into the van as Olinsky started it up.

At least the OP would distract people from asking him any more questions.

***

Bex

“All I’m saying is that there’s making meaningful eye contact during a conversation and then there’s not blinking at all,” Bex said as she and Otis hauled bags of trash out to the dumpster. “It’s an entirely different vibe.”

The workshopping had been an enlightening experience. Otis wasn’t bad at flirting, not really, but he was a bit intense with his efforts.

“I was trying to show I was listening,” Otis said morosely. He chucked his bags in, waiting for Bex to do the same before closing the lid.

“I think what we need to do is find ways to help you relax more,” Bex said. He’d gotten all tense even pretend flirting with her and Shay. “And I had an idea…”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.” Otis’s eyebrows winged up as they headed back inside.

“What do you think about me asking around my art school friends and seeing if anyone knows someone who would be a good fit?” A more personalized search from a new pool of candidates might be helpful.

Otis shrugged as he thought it over. “I’ve liked all of your friends that I’ve met,” he said. “I’d be open to it, I think? I wouldn’t want to dive into a blind date—Shay, is that my phone? What are you doing?” He ran into the kitchen where Shay was sitting on the counter, scrolling through his phone.

“Mine is acting up and we need some tunes,” she said, holding it out of his reach as he grabbed for it.

“How did you even get it unlocked?” Otis poked at her and managed to find a ticklish enough spot to snatch his phone back.

“Easy. I got the passcode on the first try.” She snorted and leaned over to whisper at Bex. “It’s the year of the first Star Wars movie.”

“Well, not anymore, it isn’t,” Otis grumbled as he typed away furiously.

“Let me—let me see it again,” Shay said, trying to reach over his shoulder. “I was just getting to the good stuff.”

Otis fended her off one-handed and finished resetting his code.

Now that it was out there though, Bex needed to know. “What was the good stuff?”

Shay’s eyes lit up. “Oh, there was—”

Leaping over to the counter, Otis covered her mouth with his hand, shushing her. “Stop. Come on. No, Shay!”

She’d already wiggled out of his grasp and managed to steal his phone again, hopping off the counter and joining Bex. “He has a playlist on here called Happy Time Songs.”

“Hunh.” Bex looked between the phone and Otis. “I don’t know if we should know what’s on that? That feels kind of…invasive? I mean—”

“Oh, my god!” Otis exclaimed, face going bright red. “It’s not that kind of playlist, Bex!”

“I wasn’t gonna judge!” Bex held her hands up, trying not to laugh as Otis thunked his head down on the counter.

He kept his head down as he held out a hand for his phone. “Give it.”

Shay pouted, but gave it back to him. Otis stood up enough to lean his elbows on the counter and then he unlocked his phone, setting it down for them to see the screen.

Sure enough, there was the Happy Time Songs playlist. Bex steeled herself as she took a peek.

“Hey, these are all fun songs!”

Otis rolled his eyes. “Yes, because it’s my songs for when I want a little pick-me-up. When I want to sing along in the car and cheer myself up or whatever. Not what you gutterbrains were thinking.”

Bex tuned out the sniping he and Shay were doing since there was no actual heat behind it and scrolled through Otis’s list. An idea began to form.

“We’re in not bad shape for the inventory, right?”

Shay and Otis stopped their bickering and turned to her. “Yeah,” Otis said slowly. Suspiciously. “Why?”

She pointed at one of the songs. “Want to do something fun for Molly’s socials?”

***

Will

Will flopped down next to Connor on the couch in the lounge. The day had been their usual amount of busy and this was the first chance they’d had to take a breather. Connor shuffled, letting Will sink into his side as he scrolled through notifications on his phone.

Just as he was getting comfortable, Will was jostled by the vibrations of Connor laughing at something. “What?” He nosed his way up Connor’s arm to try and see the screen.

“Bex, Shay, and Otis made a little video for Molly’s Instagram account,” Connor said. He tilted the phone toward Will and turned up the sound.

Carly Rae Jepsen came blasting out of the speaker, singing about how much she really, really, really, really, really, really liked him. Bex, Shay, and Otis were doing a—he wasn’t sure if he could call it choreographed, but it was something definitely dance-like. They were bopping around Molly’s and clearly having way too much fun.

Will snorted. “Inventory’s going well.”

“Managing inventory and promotion,” Connor whistled. “Bex is a girl of many talents.”

“Very true.” Will nudged him. “Play it again.”

Shay’s face when she almost fell off the bar was worth seeing a second time.

***

Hailey

Stakeouts were not Hailey’s favourite part of the job. They were necessary, obviously, but she’d always rather be out in the thick of things. Taking action. There was no action yet though, so she just had to be patient.

They’d managed to get eyes inside the building thanks to Mouse and confirmed this was the place the gang was operating out of. But the ringleader, Arnaldo Jacobs, wasn’t there yet. The CI said he would be. Voight and Olinsky had faith in their intel so they were stuck waiting.

Her phone beeped and Hailey pulled it out to check the notification. And laughed.

“What?” Jay glanced over at her before returning his eyes to the building.

“Your sister shared some kind of new promo video for Molly’s.” Hailey showed him the preview image and Jay barked out a laugh.

“Okay, we’re definitely watching that later,” he said. Then he did a double take at the screen and frowned. “You and Bex are Instagram friends?”

“Yeah,” Hailey said, putting her phone away. “Why? You got a problem with that?”

“No,” Jay said. “As long as Bex didn’t strong arm you into friending her.” He side-eyed Hailey. “Did you even have an Instagram account before or did she sign you up?”

Hailey laughed, shaking her head. “She did neither of those things,” Hailey said. “She sent me a friend request though and that was pretty impressive because my account isn’t even under my name.” She’d tried asking her how she found it and Bex’s only answer was that she’d learned enough from hanging out with Jay and the Intelligence crew over the years that she was basically a detective.

Hailey was kind of buying it.

“She posts fun stuff,” Hailey continued. “It’s entertaining.” Bex had a level of playful energy that Hailey hadn’t had in her life for…a long time now. Their friendship didn’t make a lot of sense on paper, but Hailey was enjoying it. She hadn’t realized how much brightness she’d been missing in her life until she got pulled into surprise parties and after-training pizza and game nights.

And getting to know Bex was giving her an unexpected amount of insight into her new partner. Jay Halstead kept surprising her with each new layer she discovered—including ‘gigantic marshmallow of a big brother.’

Voight’s voice popped up over the radio. “Jacobs entering south side door. Take up positions.”

Hailey nodded at Jay and they exited the truck in one fluid motion.

***

Bex

“Bex!” Otis shoved his phone in her face. “Seriously?”

She pulled back a bit so she could actually see what was on the screen. Oh. Right. She’d shared their Molly’s video on her own profile and tagged Otis in it. With a little extra message.

“P.S. Ladies, this handsome man is single, believe it or not,” Otis read the caption out loud. “When he’s not fighting fires, you can find him over at Molly’s. Come say hi!” He lowered the phone and gave her a baleful look.

…maybe she should have asked before she did that.

“I thought it would be a fun little boost! If someone shows up, it’ll be a chance to keep workshopping! Flirt in a comfortable environment and all that.” She started hunting around for her own phone. “Do you want me to untag you?”

Otis sighed. “No,” he finally said. “But if anyone murders me, it’s on you!”

“I’ll vet them all before they get to you,” Bex promised.

“Vet them ‘all’, she says.” Otis rolled his eyes. “Like there’s going to be a crowd.”

Considering the fact that Beau had already shared it to his account, there might be. But Bex wasn’t going to share that little tidbit with Otis just yet.

“Inventory is officially done!” Shay declared as she emerged from the supply room. “Anything else need doing?”

“We might as well take care of the monthly health and safety checklist while we’re here,” Otis said, grabbing a folder from behind the bar. “I’ll do the fire extinguishers if you guys can check the emergency lights.”

“On it.” Bex saluted him.

Otis walked off to start in the kitchen only to return immediately. "So, I can't check the fire extinguisher right now,” he said. “Because there is a...squirrel. In the kitchen. Squirrel in the kitchen. Yup."

“Wait, what?” Shay rushed over to peek through the door with Bex hot on her heels. Sure enough there was a squirrel. Just hanging out on the counter.

“Uh-oh,” Shay whispered. “Make that two squirrels.”

“How did that even happen?” Otis squeezed in to peer over their shoulders. “Where did they get in?”

Bex looked around as much as she could from her position and her heart sank when she saw it. The back door was open a crack. “Look.” She pointed it out to the others. “We must not have closed it properly when we came in from taking out the trash.”

“Because someone was messing around with my phone,” Otis hissed.

“Why are we wasting time with blame when what we need is a solution,” Shay shot back.

The three of them retreated to the bar to regroup. Obviously, they couldn’t call anyone to help with this. They’d never hear the end of it.

“We need to get them out on our own,” Bex said and the other two nodded seriously.

Otis tapped the Health and Safety folder. “Only if we take the proper precautions.”

Five minutes later, decked out in aprons and hand towels from the supply room and armed with serving trays, they stood in front of the door to the kitchen.

“Ready?” Bex asked them. Otis rolled his neck and Shay blew out a breath, doing a little boxer shuffle before nodding. “Okay,” Bex said, raising her trays. “Prepare to shoo.”

***

Jay

The raid had gone off without a hitch. They got the supply. They got the crew.

They got Jacobs.

But they might have the opportunity to get even more.

Mouse had managed to get into the guy’s phone—turning his nose up at the poor security the whole time—and it was a freaking goldmine.

They’d suspected that Jacobs was working under the larger umbrella of the Righetti family and the texts on his phone confirmed it. In fact, he had a meet scheduled with Frank Righetti an hour from now. If they played their cards right, they could cast a much wider net with this case than they originally thought.

Voight was already on his phone chasing down a warrant while the rest of them started strategizing entry points for the new location.

It was a good day to aim high.

***

Otis

The squirrels were out.

The kitchen was a mess.

But the three of them were still alive and that was what mattered.

“I think one of them growled at me,” Shay said, voice dazed as she sat on the floor, slumped against the fridge. “Can squirrels growl?”

“I don’t think they were squirrels,” Bex said from her spot under the table. “I think they were demons.”

It had been a battle and a half. Otis had made some noises that he’d really rather forget. He grabbed the counter and pulled himself up off of the floor. “The most important thing,” he said, making eye contact with the other two. “Is that we never speak of this incident ever again.”

“Agreed,” Shay muttered and Bex lifted her arm for a truly pathetic thumb’s up.

He did a quick sweep of the kitchen and winced. It was kind of a disaster. “Okay.” Otis clapped his hands together. “I vote for some medicinal pizza before we tackle cleaning this up.”

“Oooh, yes, please.” Shay made grabby hands at him and he stumbled over to help her up.

“You know, Otis,” Bex said as she crawled out from under the table. “You keep making genius suggestions like that and I might skip straight to marrying you.”

“Always good to know the way to your heart, Bex,” he said, lending her a hand as well.

She leaned against him for a minute before patting his chest. “We need cheesy bread too.”

***

Mouse

The warrant came through just in time and they managed to snap up not only Righetti, but five of his inner circle as well. The six of them were currently being transported back to 21.

Mouse had the van repacked and they were returning to the precinct as well. Burgess and Olinsky were up front again while Mouse tinkered away in the back. Voight was in his car up ahead with Jay, Hailey, Ruzek, and Atwater bringing up the rear.

A solid day’s work all in all.

Burgess and Olinsky were talking through next steps while they were stopped at an intersection. Mouse was only halfway listening as he fiddled with one of their cameras. The van lurched forward—with Olinsky muttering about how they needed to get the fuel pump looked at—and then Kim gasped.

And then—

A screaming clash of metal on metal.

***

Bex

Bex was sitting at the bar, eating her pizza, when a shiver ran down her spine.

Weird.

Her stomach did a slow flip and her hand itched toward her phone. She gave in, picking it up to check for messages, but there were none. Which made sense. Everyone was at work or wrangling kids. If there was a problem, they’d let her know.

Right?

Right.

She shivered again.

Probably just needed to turn down the air conditioner.

***

Jay

“Jay!” Hailey interrupted their conversation to point through the window at something on their left. He followed her finger to see an ice cream truck coming down the road, driving erratically.

He laid on the horn, but it was too late.

Swerving the truck to the side, he hit the brakes which kept them out of the line of collision, but did nothing for the van. He watched in horror as the ice cream truck slammed into the side of the van, making it spin and rock hard on its wheels.

The point of impact had been near the back. Right where Mouse was usually stationed.

Jay scrambled out of his truck, hitting the ground running. He darted around Ruzek’s jeep which had skidded to a stop beside them. He could hear the other three coming up behind him, but they could deal with triage. He was focused on one thing.

“Mouse!”

***

Mouse

Mouse groaned. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear Kim and Al calling out his name, but all he could manage was another groan.

What the—

Oh. Something hit the van.

His brain started to clear a bit as he began to take stock. He’d been thrown out of his seat by the force of the crash, but nothing felt broken. Bruised as hell, but not broken.

“I’m okay,” he called back to the others when they yelled his name again. “You?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Kim said. “We’re—”

“Mouse!” a familiar voice kept shouting his name, drowning out whatever she was about to say and then the side door was wrenched open. Luckily, the hit had been on the other side and that door could still open.

Jay stood there, white-face and slumping in relief at the sight of Mouse blinking up at him from the floor of the van.

“Hey, Jay.” Mouse waved at him. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Tell that to your bleeding head wound,” he said, leaning in to peer closely at him.

Jay made him stay put, checking him over for other injuries—apparently, he’d cut his arm as well—and forcibly stopping him from getting up until the ambos got there.

He kept relaying updates to Mouse as he got them though which was considerate enough. Turned out the driver of the ice cream truck had suffered a heart attack and passed out behind the wheel. Kevin and Hailey were helping him while Adam and Jay checked on Mouse, Kim, and Al.

Voight had seen the crash happen in his rear view and turned back around. He was busy directing officers to control the scene and shouting into his radio demanding to know when the ambos were arriving.

Multiple ambulances seemed a bit overkill to Mouse. Obviously, the truck driver needed one, but Kim and Al said they were fine. Mouse was a bit bloody, but he’d had worse. Slap a bandage on him and he’d be fine.

Jay and Voight disagreed with him so Mouse was keeping his mouth shut until the paramedics got there. They’d agree with him.

***

Two minutes later.

***

Mouse

The paramedics did not agree with him. Kim and Al had been given the all clear, but Mouse had to go to Med for stitches. Jay was laughing at him for pouting when Adam sidled up to them.

“Hey,” he whispered. “What do you think the odds are of getting free ice cream out of this?”

***

Bex

After scarfing down their pizza, the three of them got their second wind and finished cleaning up the kitchen before heading home. Bex had a shower and a little nap since she hadn’t bothered swapping out for her evening shift at Molly’s.

Shay and Otis were planning to swing by as well. The bar was basically the centre of everyone’s social life. Bex wondered for about half a second if they should be branching out more before she remembered that they were forcing her into an outdoor game night later that week.

That was a big enough branch for now.

She checked her phone as she was getting changed, but there were no answers from Jay or Mouse to her texts. They must still be in the middle of things.

Bex sent a follow up message saying they should stop by Molly’s when they were done and left it at that.

…but if she didn’t hear from them by eight, she reserved the right to hunt them down.

***

Jay

They’d been at the hospital for a couple of hours now because the ED was so swamped, Mouse kept getting bumped. He’d tried to tell Jay a few times that he could go, but Jay would just tell him to shup up and then go get them some more snacks.

Including ice cream because Jay was always a little shit at heart.

Jay might have also pulled up the Molly’s video that Bex had made with Otis and Shay to entertain them while they waited. It definitely hadn’t gotten old yet. They were also getting regular updates from the team on how processing the gang was going.

Finally, they were called back and Will met them in one of the rooms, apologizing for the hold up. He checked Mouse over quickly. The good news was that Mouse didn’t have a concussion and he was mostly only bruised, but he did need stitches for the cut on his head.

Jay stuck around while Will got to work. Today could have gone in a very different direction and he wasn’t ready to let Mouse out of his sight just yet.

He’d also had a lot of time to think while they were stuck in the waiting room. As much as he’d been trying to stay out of Mouse and Bex’s business lately, there’d been something brewing in him for the last couple of hours and Jay had to get it off his chest.

To at least know that he’d said it. Even if Mouse did nothing with it.

Maybe it was years of listening to Bex rubbing off on him, but this crash felt like a sign and Jay was going to take advantage of the fact that Mouse couldn’t run away to try and make him see it.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Pretty sure the universe was trying to give you a kick in the ass today.”

“Hm?” Mouse quirked an eyebrow at him and Will tsked.

“Don’t move.”

Jay scooched his chair closer so Mouse didn’t have to turn to see him. “I’m saying things could have gone so much worse. You could’ve died without ever giving it a real chance with Bex.”

Will shot him a glare when Mouse made a wounded noise, but Jay kept going. He and his gut were back on track and he knew he had to say this.

“I know you’re worried about messing things up—”

“With good reason,” Mouse muttered.

“But think about it this way,” Jay countered. “You already have. Multiple times!”

“Jay!” Will’s head whipped around to give him an incredulous stare. “What the hell, man?”

“I’m going somewhere with this, I promise.” Jay waved him off and focused on Mouse. “You’ve already had things go sideways with Bex more than once now,” he said. “And you both worked through it to come out the other side better every time.” Jay was pretty sure their relationship was going to be Cindy and Chris levels of bulletproof at this rate.

“That’s not actually a bad point,” Will said, nodding as he focused on his stitching.

“If it was anyone else, maybe they would have walked away. A while ago. But this is Bex,” Jay said. “She’s special. She sees through the fuck ups and cares enough to take the time to work it out. It’s her Herrmann-ness. Always comes through.”

Mouse and Will both chuckled quietly at that.

“I’m not trying to brush off your worries,” Jay said. “But you guys have proven that you can survive the shit and today proved that the shit can come from any corner.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, shaking his head. “You almost got pancaked by a friggin’ ice cream truck. An ice cream truck, dude. You could have died and left nothing but a pile of broken bones and regrets. Think about that for a second.”

He tried to leave it at that, but he had one last point to drive home.

“You know she’s already there, man,” he said quietly. “And I know how hard this all is for you, but I think you’re there too. You just gotta go for it. Take the sign and go for it.”

***

Mouse

Mouse sat there, feeling a bit stunned by everything Jay had just laid out for him. Will and Jay were silent as Will finished treating Mouse; both of them clearly giving him space to think.

So he did.

All of the advice he’d received over the past few months swirled around in his brain—a lot of it echoing Jay’s words.

And Chuck’s.

A leap of faith.

He thought about Bex.

Laughing with her. Talking to her. Loving her. He had a chance to do that for as long as he could. Forever if she let him.

Everything that he wanted. Desperately. And he could have lost it all today.

Mouse’s heart tripped at the thought; somehow more scared by that than everything else he’d been wrestling with. He couldn’t let her go.

Jay was right. Mouse was—he was there.

He couldn’t believe what he’d almost let slip through his fingers.

“I could have died,” Mouse said slowly. “Without ever going on a date with Bex.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Jay exclaimed, sitting up in his seat.

Mouse stared at him. At Will who was putting stuff away on a tray, shooting little smiles back at him. He shook his head, feeling like his whole world had been turned on its side.

“I could have died without ever kissing Bex,” Mouse said.

“Okay,” Jay grimaced. “I don’t think we need a detailed list or anything like that.”

“Am I good to go?” Mouse asked Will. “I need to get out of here.”

“I need to get your discharge paperwork—”

“Wait.” Jay stood up. “What are you—are you saying—”

“I’m going for it,” Mouse said. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the flood of negatively the usually came when he stepped foot in this direction, but none of that came. All he felt was certainty. He felt good and right. He grinned at Jay. “Yeah. I’m going for it.”

***

Sharon

Sharon was doing a round of the ED when cheers erupted from behind the curtain of room three. She turned to Maggie. “What in the world is happening in there?”

Maggie raised an eyebrow at her. “You really want to know?”

“Is it going to result in me having a headache or extra paperwork?” Sharon gave her the eyebrow right back. Maggie shook her head which was a considerable relief and Sharon made a little ‘go on’ gesture at her.

“Okay,” Maggie grinned, leaning over the counter and lowering her voice. “You know Dr. Halstead’s sister, Bex…”

***

Bex

Slowly, but surely the whole gang was trickling into Molly’s. That and a few new faces that were giggling and checking out Otis from a distance.

Ha. Success.

She scoped them out as she took their orders; asking a casual question here and there. They didn’t scream murdery to her so she gave Otis a discreet thumb’s up when she walked by.

On her next round, she brought him back with her, closely tailed by Joe, and made some introductions. She grinned at Chris when she returned to the bar, ignoring his eyeroll.

“I’m adding ‘excellent wingwoman’ to my resume,” she declared.

“You made that happen,” he said, nodding at the happily chatting group. “So I’d say you earned it.” He elbowed her. “You also earned a break. What are you still doing here? You did inventory all day, you don’t need to stay all night on top of that.”

“Jay and Will and everybody are supposed to come by later,” she said. “I want to stick around for that.”

“Ah,” Chris said knowingly. “I wouldn’t want you to miss ‘and everybody’.” He cackled, dodging out of range of her swat.

The front door opened at that moment and Adam, Kevin, Kim, Al, Hank, Sam, and Julie came through. Sam and Julie made a beeline for where Shay, Isaac, and Devon were seated while the rest of them came up to the bar.

Adam took a look around before facing Bex. “Jay and Mouse not done at the hospital yet?”

Bex froze. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh.” Adam’s eyes went wide. “Oops.”

She crooked a finger at him and he tentatively leaned in until he was close enough for her to grab him by the front of his shirt. “Explain. Now.”

***

Jay

They were still cheering when Connor stepped into the room. “What’s going on in here?”

“Mouse is gonna kiss Bex,” Will said cheerily.

“Don’t say it like that,” Jay complained as Connor gave his own cheer.

Jay had Mouse wrapped up in a hug, happy about it all, but the enormity of the moment wasn’t lost on him either. “This is going to be weird as fuck, isn’t it?” He patted Mouse on the back before letting him go.

“Yeah,” Mouse said, with a sigh that was anything but regretful. “Probably.”

“I’ll survive.” Jay said. Meaning it. “I’m happy for you, man.”

Mouse returned Jay’s grin with a truly dopey smile of his own

All of a sudden, their phones chimed with a bunch of text message notifications. So did Will’s.

And Connor’s.

Hunh.

Jay pulled his out to check and—uh oh. “Someone told Bex what happened,” he said, scrolling through the messages. “We should probably get there sooner rather than later.”

“Connor and I are done,” Will said, snapping off his gloves. “We’ll come with you.” He had a sparkle in his eye that Jay knew meant he wasn’t about to miss out on whatever was going to happen next. “I’ll go get you discharged.” Connor followed him out, saying he’d grab both their things so they could leave quicker.

Jay shot off a message to Bex, letting her know that everything was fine and they would be there soon. He peeked over at Mouse who was slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Not gonna reply?”

“You already told her we’re coming, right?” Mouse shrugged, biting at his lip with a little smile. “I just want to see her and talk to her in person.”

Will was back within seconds and soon enough they were all free to go. Will and Connor must have taken some kind of crazy short cut after they left or broken every speed limit there was because they were waiting outside of Molly’s when Jay and Mouse pulled up.

“Ready to go in?” Will asked, bouncing a bit in his excitement.

Mouse still looked determined, but he was knitting his fingers together nervously. “Yeah, uh, I just—I need a minute, okay?” He shot Jay a look. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

“No worries,” Jay said, clapping a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’ll try and hold her off for that long.” He followed Will and Connor up the steps and into the bar.

Bex must’ve had her Jaydar dialled up to eleven because as soon as he walked through the door, her head whipped up and she was marching over.

“Is he okay?” she demanded, peering around him, trying to spot Mouse. “What happened? Where is he?”

Jay held up a hand. “He’s fine,” he said. “He needed some stitches for a cut on his head and he’s a little bruised up, but Will gave him the all clear—”

Bex grabbed his arm. “Where. Is. He?”

He sighed, sending out a silent apology to Mouse for the incredibly short minute.

“He’s outside.”

***

Mouse

He jumped when the front door of Molly’s slammed open and Bex came flying out. She looked around wildly before spotting him off to the side and rushing over.

“Mouse! Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” Her hands carefully fluttered over him, needing to check every inch. Needing to touch. Mouse let her, shaking his head at the rapid fire questions.

“I’m okay,” he said. “I got all checked out and all I needed was some stitches, but—”

“Are you sure though?” She frowned at his bandage. “Did Dr. Abrams see you? What about a concussion? Or internal bleeding? Or—”

“Bex, I swear.” He grabbed her hands to hold them still. “I was thoroughly examined, I promise. All I need right now is to talk to you—”

“We should go inside!” She exclaimed, trying to tug him toward the side door. “You need to be sitting down. You should rest! Have you eaten? I’ll get you some food—”

“Babe, please!” He pulled her back. Easily, considering she’d gone stock still.

Her eyes were wide as a slow smile spread across her face. “Babe?”

He could feel the flush travelling up his neck, but he held fast to her hands and returned her smile. Every bit of nervousness that had tried to find a way back in faded away. “Bex,” he said. “Please? I’m, uh, I’m trying to leap here.”

***

Bex

Her breath hitched as his words sunk in and she stepped closer, squeezing his hands in hers. “Wait. Really? Are you sure—”

Mouse let go of her hands and put his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said as she looped her arms around his neck. “I’m—Bex, I’m all in.”

“Well, that’s—that’s handy because I am too.” She laughed and he smiled down at her, oh, so softly before they both leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss.

One worth waiting months—years—for.

Mouse tightened his arms around her and a spike of heat ran down her spine. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like it was the last chance he’d ever get to do this, but—

It might be a last first kiss, but it was definitely the first of many, many kisses to come. Bex wanted to kiss Mouse for the rest of her life. She never wanted to stop.

Except they did break apart just then.

It was kind of hard to keep kissing when you couldn’t stop smiling.

Mouse touched his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he huffed out a laugh. “Don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”

Bex didn’t think she would either. “C’mere,” she said, tugging on his collar as she walked them backwards to get them off the sidewalk and out of plain sight.

Mouse slapped a hand against the wall of the bar to cushion her head when she met it, his other still at the small of her back, keeping her close. She put her arms back around his neck, pulling him down until their lips met again.

They kissed until Bex was dizzy with it. Mouse groaned when they finally stopped for air. “I had a whole speech I was going to give you.”

“You had a speech?” Bex pressed a kiss against his jaw. “I love speeches. Tell me your speech.” She began kissing her way down his neck and he melted into her.

“It was, uh, I was going to start with, oh, jesus, Bex,” he moaned out when she nibbled on him a bit.

“This is a great speech,” Bex murmured into his skin. “Five stars.”

He kissed her again, deep enough to steal her breath away. Then he hugged her tight, whispering into her ear. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

Bex nudged him back until he met her eyes. “I think it took exactly the right amount of time if this is where we ended up.”

Mouse gave her that crooked little smile before leaning in and kissing her senseless all over again.

***

Otis

As soon as Bex had gone outside, nearly everyone had raced for the windows, trying to get a peek at what was happening. Or tried to before Boden barked at them all to ‘sit their butts down.’

After a painfully long wait, neither Bex nor Mouse had come back inside.

“What do you think is happening?” Shay leaned across the table to whisper at him.

“Let’s give them some privacy, like the chief said,” Casey piped up and everyone boo’d quietly.

“Someone should probably check,” Gabi said. “Just to make sure they’re okay. Don’t you think?”

And then, for some unfathomable reason, everyone’s eyes turned to Otis. “Me?” He pointed at himself, just to make sure, and they all nodded. “Why am I the one going?”

“I mean,” Gabi shrugged. “We could rock, paper, scissors for it, but I think we all know how that’s going to end anyway.”

“I do not have a tell,” he grumbled at her. He tried to ignore the pleading stares coming from every corner of the room—all of 51, the weirdly large crowd from Med that had shown up, the Intelligence crew—even Chief Boden was failing at not giving him a bit of hopeful side eye.

“Fine!” Otis threw his hands up. “I will check, but if I get my head bitten off—”

“Just go!” Stella pushed him toward the side door. “I believe in you.”

He shook out his shoulders as he stood before the door and took a deep breath. Then he slowly pushed it open and poked his head outside and—oh, god, that was something he could never unsee.

***

Bex

The sound of the side door creaking open had them breaking apart and Bex looked over to see Otis leaning out of it with his eyes squinched shut.

“Did you need something, Otis?” she called out, finding herself sneaking a hand up Mouse’s shirt to stroke his back because she could touch now.

“Uh, just seeing if you were coming back inside to work anytime soon?” he asked, eyes still closed.

She laughed when Mouse silently shook his head and started peppering her face with kisses. “No,” she managed to get out. “I quit.”

“Alrighty then.” Otis ducked back inside.

***

Otis

“They’re fine,” Otis said shortly, working hard at not making any eye contact with any of the Herrmanns or Halsteads in the room. Or anyone really.

“Okay, but—”

“Nope,” Otis pointed a finger at Shay, cutting her off. “I’ve already wiped it all from my mind so that’s all you get. They’re fine.”

Chris raised an eyebrow at him when he came over and stepped behind the bar.

“Yeah, she’s not coming back in anytime soon,” he said. “I might as well help out.”

“Atta girl,” Chris said, shooting a grin at the side door and chuckling to himself.

“It’s about time,” Boden agreed from his spot at the bar.

Otis couldn’t argue with that.

Bex and Mouse were due for some happiness.

And they’d definitely looked happy.

Ugh.

His poor eyeballs.

***

Bex

As much as Bex would like to make out with Mouse forever, doing so against the side of Molly’s wasn’t exactly the best plan. And if they’d sent Otis out to check on them, it was only a matter of time before someone less easily deterred poked their head out.

“Okay,” Bex said, when they’d finally broken apart again. She ran her hands over Mouse’s shoulders and patted at his chest. “This is your chance to back out—” She pressed a finger to his lips when he started to protest. “—of going in there because there’s a zero percent chance that any of them will be able to be normal about this once we step a foot through the door.”

Mouse kissed her finger and flashed a grin at her. “I’m willing to risk it.” He grabbed her hand and led her inside.

Bex was right.

They were being super weird.

Stilted conversations were happening all over the room.

“Sports,” Shay was saying to Kelly who was heroically trying to keep a straight face. “What’s happening with those lately?”

“It’s hot,” Adam blurted out to Al and Kim. “So hot this week. Rain. Rain is a thing. That would be good.”

No one was looking their way with the exception of Capp who was staring directly at them with a big grin. “Did you kiss?”

Tony reached up to smack him upside the head.

Bex buried her face into Mouse’s shoulder and felt him shaking with silent laughter. She held up a finger before looking back out at the room. “You get one minute to be weirdos about this and that’s it.”

There was a moment of silence before the whole place erupted.

Everyone was on their feet, cheering and talking at once.

She turned to give Mouse an apologetic shrug, but he was taking all of the backslaps and teasing with a good-natured grin. And a tight grip on her hand the whole time.

This was really happening.

And it was already amazing.

Bex squeezed his hand. He squeezed hers back and then she let herself get swept up in the joy of her goofy, chaotic family.

***

Chris, Jay, Will, and Connor

They each found Bex during the enthusiastic celebrating and give her a gigantic hug. Staying silent, because they could barely hear each other anyway through the noise, but saying everything they needed to with one embrace.

Happiness.

Overwhelming happiness and love and support.

Always.

***

Mouse

After that first minute, things did calm down a bit. He joined the 21 gang and Jay gave him another bone-crushing hug. “No details ever,” Jay made him promise and Mouse solemnly agreed.

“I’ll take details,” Shay said as she bounced over with a cheeky grin. Julie managed to redirect her and the rest of the night was almost like a normal night at Molly’s.

Almost.

Now, he kept looking over at the bar and he knew what Bex tasted like.

He couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

And again.

A few hours later, when everyone was starting to head out, Severide and Casey came over to him and got about two words into a shovel talk before Bex appeared out of nowhere.

“No,” she said, giving them both a fierce look.

“Oh, come on,” Severide protested. “We just—”

“No,” Bex repeated, drawing a finger across her neck. “Don’t even.”

Casey laughed, pulling Bex into a hug and kissing her forehead. “I’ll keep an eye on him,” he said before herding Severide and the rest of the 51 crew out the door.

Mouse stuck around to help close the bar and walked Bex to her car. He’d called an Uber for himself since Jay had driven them here.

“You know,” Bex said slowly, fingers still tangled in his hair from when he’d pressed her against the Tin Can to say goodnight. “I could drive you home.” She kissed him slowly. “Maybe come upstairs.” Another kiss. “Stay for awhile.”

He lost himself in another kiss, almost willing to give into the idea before he pulled away and buried his face in her neck with a groan.

“Bad idea?” Bex asked quietly.

“No,” Mouse muttered. “Very good idea.” He popped his head back up and sighed. “But I really want to take you on a proper date first.”

“One could argue that we’ve been on quite a few dates,” she said.

“No.” Mouse reached up to cup her face, kissing her one more time. “I want to take you on a real one. Where we’re both on the same page and we both know what it means.”

Bex blushed. “Okay,” she said, leaning into his hand. “When? Tomorrow?”

“Yeah—wait,” Mouse’s face fell. “I promised Jay I’d watch the game with him and—”

“We don’t want to start this with you breaking plans with him,” Bex said, shaking her head and Mouse’s heart warmed at how she got that so completely.

“It wouldn’t feel right,” he agreed.

“Wednesday’s out because of Outdoor Game Night,” she sighed. “I promised Kevin and I want to make sure Sylvie has fun.”

“Thursday?” Mouse asked hopefully.

“I have to work at Molly’s,” Bex said with a rueful laugh. “I promised Chris because he’s got some sort of last hurrah of the summer thing planned with the kids.”

“Friday then.” Mouse crossed his fingers and Bex nodded.

“Friday works for me,” she whispered. “Wow. We’re really doing this.”

“All in,” Mouse said, kissing her once again.

Finally.

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parenthood part six: new beginnings

a/n: connor cameron goes to preschool :( i've been writing these two for a few days now and have a lot of content for you guys so be ready! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing, intoxication, slight mentions of anxiety, crying

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Monday means Rafe’s day working from home and your day working in the office. Monday means you get a break, in a sense, but wind up missing your babies by noon. Monday also means the day Maddie calls you and says she’s feeling too claustrophobic and needs a night out, asking you and Sarah to tag along with her to the bars on Friday night. She says she’s told Kelce he’s staying home with Noah, and then adds on the idea that Kelce and Noah could join Rafe and the kids for a night in while you all go out.

You’re hesitant, not wanting to put all of that on Rafe if he’s not okay with it. You tell her you’ll talk to him and she agrees with only minimal groaning.

Which is how you find yourself entering the house with a big smile, ready to butter Rafe up and talk him into it if need be. Rafe is standing at the island with his back to the garage door when you enter, Josie sitting in her baby base on the counter. He turns and grins when he sees you, quick to step over and wrap you up.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets you, giving you a quick peck.

“Hi,” you reply with a smile, “How was your day?”

“It was great,” he says, “Little Miss was great about eating. Connor, not so much. He had four chicken nuggets and then ran away from the table.”

You laugh, “He’ll be hungry for dinner, then.”

“Yeah,” Rafe agrees, “He’s playing on my phone in the living room. I’m sure he’ll wander in eventually.”

You step over to Josie and greet her with a wide smile, giving her a few kisses before pulling back and watching her smile. Rafe grins and steps to you, his arm finding its way around your waist.

“Hungry?” he asks you.

“Starved,” you tell him, and when he turns to get you a snack, you latch onto him, “Kiss, please.”

He chuckles and trails his hands up your body, cupping your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. Your hands meet his shoulders, dying to get him closer, when you’re only forced apart.

“Mama, you’re home!”

You pull back from Rafe and meet Connor’s eyes as he rushes over to you, diving into your arms the second he has the opportunity.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet, “Missed you.”

You kiss his cheek and he smiles, “Missed you, too. Daddy was talkin’ about you all day.”

You raise an accusing brow at Rafe, whose cheeks flush slightly, and he turns his attention to Josie as a distraction. You step closer to him, watching as he tucks her pacifier back into her mouth and gives her a kiss, making her lips curve up.

“He was, huh?” you ask Connor, “What was he saying?”

“He said you’re a— an ‘L word’. What’s the L Word?”

“Okay, squirt,” Rafe stops the conversation before it can go any further, removing Connor from your grip and placing him back down on the floor, “Go wash up for dinner, okay? We’re gonna eat in ten.”

“Okay,” Connor nods and races off toward the stairs, to which Rafe yells ‘walk!’

“The L Word?” you question once Connor’s out of the room.

Rafe’s head gets thrown back while you step to Josie, watching her squirm. You’re sure she’s about to get fussy, and you hope you can have this conversation before that happens.

“Baby, it’s nothing–”

“What is the L Word?” you continue, trying your best not to smile.

“I was on the phone with Kelce,” Rafe grumbles, “The little rugrat must’ve been listening in.”

“I’m waiting,” you tease, tugging him closer by his shirt.

“Lightweight,” Rafe sighs, “That’s the L Word.”

You gasp sarcastically, “You called me a lightweight?”

He laughs and shakes his head, guiding you until your back presses against the countertop. His hands meet the granite, caging you in as he eyes your facial features. Every last one.

“You are a lightweight, baby,” he says, his voice lower somehow, “And I love that about you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he confirms, “So, you don’t even have to ask me. I love that you thought to, but you should go.”

“What are you talking about?” you question him.

“Your girls night on Friday,” he says, “Kelceo said you told Maddie that you had to talk to me first. I’m saying I love you for that, but I want you to go.”

You bite your lip, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he confirms smoothly, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “Besides, Drunk Y/N has trouble keeping her hands off of me. I can’t wait.”

You roll your eyes but smile, letting his lips meet yours in another gentle kiss. Josie starts fussing at almost the exact moment Connor comes flying into the kitchen, and reluctantly, the two of you break apart.

“You get him, I’ll get her?” Rafe questions.

You nod, “Meet at the table.”

The smile that graces his face is incomparable to anything else you’ve ever seen. It tells you how much he loves this – a partnership, a love, an opportunity to grow and raise children with you. When you two do break apart, you chasing down Connor and him cradling Josie, you still steal little glances to one another. As often as you can, as many as you can, and you smile every single time.

Bedtime is not something you miss often. You’d only missed it a few times with Connor for various reasons, and you’d never missed it with Josie before. Maddie tries to usher you out of the house after saying her own goodbye to Noah and Kelce, but with Connor perched comfortably in your lap while you hold Josie, you’re sure you should cancel. Sarah is holding baby Noah, whispering to him and making him laugh.

“I’ll help tuck Josie in, Mama,” Connor tells you.

You smile and kiss the top of his head, “Thank you, sweet boy. You know she loves her brother.”

“She does,” he says, making you smile even wider.

You look up at Rafe, who holds his arms out expectantly for Josie. You give her a kiss and whisper a ‘goodnight, baby girl, I love you’, then hand her off. Connor spins around in your lap and wraps his arms around you, silently breaking your heart.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you more, handsome,” you reply, “You’ll be good for Dad?”

He nods, “Promise.”

“And Uncle Kelce,” Kelce cuts in, “We’re gonna have so much fun. We’ll eat only processed foods, candy, maybe I’ll even introduce Connor to–”

“Rafe,” you whine, making Kelce laugh.

“Shut up, Kelceo,” Rafe grunts, then reaches for your hand and pulls you up, “Relax, baby. I have it all under control.”

You wrap yourself around him and kiss his cheek, your silent thank you.

“Call me if you need anything,” you whisper, “I’ll come home.”

He shakes his head, “I want you to have fun. Take one night for yourself. I’ve got this.”

Your lips form into a pout, and when he kisses your lipgloss right off, you’re not the slightest bit worried about it.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you, too. You look sexy as hell. Go,” he nods toward the door, but leans down for one last kiss.

You stroke through the hair on the back of his neck and then pull away, giving him a small smile. With one last kiss to Josie, you join Maddie on the other side of the living room. Sarah hands Noah off to Kelce, then hugs Connor and kisses Josie.

“Bye, Mama!” Connor calls as you near the front door.

“Bye, Connor,” you call, “Be good.”

“You be good,” Rafe says back, “But not too good.”

You laugh and follow the girls out, a part of you already missing your family even from where you stand on the driveway.

It doesn’t take much for you to feel the effects of the tequila shots Maddie continues to buy, but you still refuse to admit you’re a lightweight. It only takes three to have you unsteady, gripping onto Maddie’s arm while she rambles on about Kelce’s taste in movies.

“He’s just so good at picking ones I like,” she says, speaking loudly to you and Sarah, “Like, he just knows me so well. It’s crazy. Do you guys want nachos or something?”

“I want chicken nuggets,” Sarah says, throwing back another shot, “And french fries. And ice cream.”

“Oh, let’s do a DoorDash order. Y/N, you in? We’ll Uber to your house?”

“I want Rafe,” you blurt out, gripping onto the bar to hold you up.

“You always want Rafe,” Sarah reminds you.

“I think it’s sweet,” Maddie cuts in, “A night out was needed, but I miss Kelce and Noah a lot.”

Sarah groans playfully, “You guys, come on. Let’s do another shot.”

You both laugh and agree, and while Sarah flags down the bartender, you pull out your phone and text Rafe.

Miss uou. How are the babies???

You can picture him typing back when the bubble appears on the screen, but Sarah draws you away from it when she hands you your shot.

“To girls night,” she cheers, looking drunker than she had been five minutes ago.

“To girls night,” you and Maddie repeat, downing the liquid and then grabbing a lime.

Your phone buzzes, and the lime remains in your mouth while you stare at the screen.

Everything’s good here, sweetheart. Giving Jo her bottle now. Connor is passed out beside me on the couch. Kelce is asleep in the chair. Noah’s chilling in Josie’s exersaucer. Are you having fun?

You smile at the picture he’s painting for you; and you’re not at all surprised to find out he’s the responsible, awake adult between him and Kelce.

So much!! Wish you wsere here, though. Kisses whenn I get homee, ok?

He replies immediately, making you grin like a smitten high school girl. Sarah laughs at you, but you don’t care.

As many as you want. Be safe. If you want me to come get you, I will.

Maddie, who has apparently been reading over your shoulder, speaks up.

“You guys are too cute,” she says.

“Thank you,” you murmur, keeping your eyes fixated on the text.

You type your reply, I love you so much, before tucking your phone away agan. You grab the drink that Sarah ordered for you and give the girls a smile, ready to have fun and not think about anything for the rest of the night.

Despite wanting to have a proper girls night, you and Maddie both want to return home at a decent hour so you don’t wake up the kids in the middle of the night. The Uber pulls into your driveway at eleven forty nine, and you practically tumble out to get to your husband. Sarah and Maddie walk behind you, giggling and talking about some guy who tripped and fell in the bar after having one too many.

You shush them when you open the door with your key; the three of you stumbling into the house. Rafe meets you in the foyer, laughing before he can help himself as he sees your condition.

“Sweetheart,” he says quietly, reaching for you, “Let me help you.”

“Hi, baby,” you coo, giving him a cheesy smile.

“Hi,” he chuckles, “Hang on a sec.”

He squats down and unbuckles your heels, his hand wrapping around your ankle and guiding your leg up so he can remove one shoe, then the other. Once you’re firmly on the ground, he takes your crossbody and your keys and hangs them up on the hooks by the front door, never letting go of you while he works.

“Where’s Kelceo?” Maddie asks Rafe, who shushes her.

“He’s asleep in the living room. Top came over, too, Sarah,” Rafe replies.

Both girls move in the direction of the living room, attempting to be quiet but failing miserably.

“Missed you,” you say, pouting slightly.

He grins, “I missed you, too. Did you have a good time, though?”

“Such a good time,” you gush, “I like tequila.”

Rafe laughs, his hands on your hips, and pulls you closer to him.

“You won’t in the morning,” he says quietly.

“I’ll like you in the morning,” you promise.

“You better,” he teases, “I’m glad you had fun.”

“Can I have my kisses now?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he smiles as he guides his mouth down to yours.

Your hands travel under his tee shirt before he can stop you, laughing against your lips instead. You pull away after a minute, gripping onto him for dear life as you beg the room to stop spinning around you.

“We’re gonna have to sit down,” you tell him.

He laughs and loops his fingers through yours, leading you into the living room. Sarah seems to have passed out with Topper in the armchair, and Maddie is stumbling around trying to collect Noah’s things that ‘Kelce didn’t bother to pack up’.

You smile and step over to Connor when you see him sleeping soundly on the couch, blanket pulled up to his chin. You kneel and give him a kiss on the forehead, not wanting to wake him but needing to express your love.

Rafe whispers to you that he moved Josie to her room so nothing would wake her up, and you’re thankful for that, given how light of a sleeper she is.

“You’re such a good dad, Rafe,” you say, running your hands up and down his chest.

“Thanks, baby,” he says, almost sounding shy.

“Mean it,” you continue, “I don’t say it enough. I am so lucky to have you.”

“You say it plenty,” he assures you.

You giggle like you’re seventeen when his arms trail down your back and meet your waist, pulling you into his chest. When his lips meet your cheek, then your neck, you’re sure you melt into a puddle right there.

“Kelce, where is his paci?” Maddie hisses.

“I don’t know, but let’s get out of here before the Camerons fuck.”

Rafe’s mouth leaves your skin and he sighs, glancing over your head and at Kelce.

“Seriously?” Rafe groans, pointing to Connor.

“He’s asleep,” Kelce shoots back.

“Noah’s paci is on the mantle, Mads,” Rafe tells her, then looks back at Kelce, “Now, respectfully, Smith, leave.”

You pull from Rafe to help Maddie pack Noah’s diaper bag, then give them both hugs and walk them to the door. Kelce cradles Noah carefully, silently begging him not to wake up. Meanwhile, Rafe shoves Topper and Sarah awake, who both groan, but Sarah looks nauseous.

“You have fun, Y/N?” Topper asks you when he’s upright, trying to help Sarah stand.

“Yeah,” you nod, “Thanks for coming over to help the boys.”

“Anything for you guys,” he promises, “Let’s have lunch next week, okay? I’ve missed you.”

“I’ll set it up at the Club–”

“Top, I’m gonna–”

Sarah reaches for his hand and he gives it, pulling her upright. She definitely looks sick to her stomach, but Topper doesn’t seem to have any sense of urgency.

“I’m gonna take her home,” he says, leaning over and kissing your cheek, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Topper says goodbye to Rafe and leads Sarah out of the house, placing her gently in his car and handing her a plastic bag just in case.

Rafe waves to them and then closes and locks the front door, grinning mischievously at you. Before you can even think about the movement, he pins you against the closed door and cages you in with his arms, pressing his mouth to yours quickly.

“You look so sexy, baby,” he says, his voice low, “Anybody have the nerve to tell you that tonight?”

You grin as his mouth moves down your neck, “One.”

“Oh, yeah?” he challenges, “Did he buy you a drink?”

You laugh, and he nips playfully at your collarbone in return.

“No. He stayed at home with our kids so I could go have my fun.”

Rafe pulls back and he smirks, “I guess I did say that before you left, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “It made my night.”

“Baby,” his shoulders fall, as if he’s melting into you somehow, “I’m just relieved nobody hit on you.”

“Because you’d be in trouble if they did?” you raise a brow, your words dripping with sarcasm.

Rafe laughs and kisses you again before he can help it, groaning when he has to pull back.

“Just don’t like the idea of it, that’s all,” he replies.

You hold up your left hand in between the two of you, wiggling your ring finger and showing him the diamond that sits on it.

“I think this helps,” you remark, “This and the fact that the entire island knows I got pregnant at nineteen–”

Rafe’s face falls and you press your lips together to silence yourself. He stares at you intently, and you watch the way his jaw shifts from side to side.

“Did someone say something to you?” he asks, his voice deadly calm.

“No. I just know people talk, and–”

“Mommy, you’re home.”

You look over Rafe’s shoulder and find Connor standing at the edge of the foyer in his pajamas, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You smile and remove yourself from Rafe, hurrying over and taking Connor in your arms.

“Hi, handsome boy. How was your night?”

“We watched Up. Uncle Top cried.”

You snort and Rafe chuckles behind you, but you can feel the tenseness radiating off his body. He’s not done talking to you.

“Did you?” you ask.

“No,” he says, then follows up with, “Almost.”

You smile and press a kiss to his cheek, “Want me to tuck you in?”

“Yes.”

You hold Connor closer and then turn and walk up the stairs, leaving Rafe to watch you, desperate to finish that conversation.

When you come back down, feeling more sober and a headache coming on, you find Rafe in your bathroom. He’s shirtless, brushing his teeth, and holds his arm out the second you walk in.

“Baby–”

His voice is muffled through the toothpaste, and when you shake your head at him in the mirror, he stops.

“I just wanna go to bed,” you admit.

He nods and leans over the sink, rinsing his mouth out. Without being asked, he then grabs a makeup wipe and gestures for you to sit on the edge of the bathtub. You’re sober enough to do it yourself, but you love this. You’re a sucker for this. You’re sure he knows that, too.

Carefully, he uses his thumb and pointer finger to tilt your head up in his direction, and brushes the wipe over your skin. He’s meticulous with his motions, making sure to get every ounce from your skin.

“Wash your face and come to bed, okay?” he says when he finishes.

“Okay,” you reply.

He gives you a gentle kiss and then tosses the makeup wipe in the garbage, then leaves the bathroom. You use the sink to wash your face and then quickly apply your skincare, wondering all the while how it’s possible to miss someone that’s one room away.

When you make your way back into your bedroom, you change into shorts and one of Rafe’s shirts, then crawl into your bed, into Rafe’s waiting arms.

Your eyes close immediately, making you realize that this is so much better than any bar could ever offer you.

“You’re a fucking amazing Mom, you know that?” Rafe whispers, “Nineteen or not. Nobody could love our kids more than you.”

You kiss his chest, “I love you, Rafe.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. So fucking much.”

The kiss to the top of your head affirms his words, and makes you smile. As you’re sure he usually does, he waits for you to fall asleep before he even closes his eyes, pulling you impossibly closer and praying he’d done enough to soothe any insecurities you may carry with you.

You wake up in bed alone the next morning, having moved to Rafe’s side of the bed. On his nightstand, your eye catches on a water bottle and three pills beside a folded up slip of paper reading:

You are the worst blanket hog I know. Take these and drink up, then come out. I’ll make you a really unhealthy breakfast.

You smile despite the headache and the turning stomach and do as he instructs, sitting up and taking the pills while you sip on the water.

After a few minutes and the inability to listen to Connor speak through the wall, wanting to hear it for real, you hurry out to your family.

“Mama!” Connor cheers when you emerge, tossing himself at you the second he’s close enough.

“Hi, buddy,” you smile, squeezing him tight.

Rafe grins at you, holding Josie and giving her a bottle. You smile back at him, wanting nothing more than a hug and a kiss from him.

“What’s a hangover?” Connor asks you.

“What?”

“Uncle Kelce kept saying Aunt Mads has the worst hangovers. What does that mean?”

You narrow your eyes at Rafe, who just presses his lips together to hold back his laughter. You sigh and walk over to the couch, sitting down beside Rafe and Josie and pulling Connor into your lap.

“Well, you know how you sometimes get a headache in the morning when you didn’t drink any water yesterday?” you say.

He nods, “Yeah.”

“It’s kind of like that. But with adult drinks,” you explain.

“So Aunt Mads just needs water and she’ll be all better?”

You smile and sweep a few strands of hair back from his face, melting at the sight of his wide eyes.

“Exactly, buddy,” you reply.

Connor nods in understanding while Rafe shifts and sits up a bit, careful not to disturb Josie.

“You’re a smart man, Connor. That must be why you’re going to preschool on Monday, don’t you think?”

Connor’s smile is forced, but it’s there. You tilt your head to search his face, wanting to know what’s happening behind his eyes.

“You okay, bub?” you ask him gently.

“Can you go with me, Mommy?” he says, meeting your eyes.

“Daddy and I both are going to go with you, but we aren’t going to stay. Once you see all the toys and new friends, you’ll be happy,” you say with a smile.

He just nods and you pull him into your chest for a hug, letting him wrap himself around you. Rafe grins and leans over to kiss your cheek, then stands and places Josie in her exersaucer.

“Hey, little man, you want to help me make breakfast?” Rafe asks.

Connor nods and sits up again, holding his arms out for Rafe to grab him. You smile as he lifts Connor up and balances him on his hip, giving you a wink as he does so. While they cook, you move to sit on the floor in front of Josie, listening to her giggle every time you tap on her nose. You can hear Connor’s similar little giggle from the kitchen and smile to yourself, not wanting to believe they’ll grow up any further.

The morning of Connor’s first day of preschool, you wake to find that he’d crawled into your bed in the middle of the night. You smile and kiss his cheek before rising from the bed, freezing when you hear his sweet voice.

“Mama?”

You turn around, meeting those dough eyes that melt you every single time.

“Hey, baby,” you smile, whispering for Rafe’s sake, “You okay?”

He shakes his head, still laying flat on your bed in his Toy Story pajamas and a tight grip on Blue.

“I don’t think I want to go to preschool.”

You give him a sympathetic smile and sit back down on the bed, waving him over. He crawls and then collapses his head into your lap, his eyes glossy.

“Why not?” you ask softly.

His frown deepens, but you know it’s best if he talks about it. If he gets it all out and knows he can always tell you how he’s feeling.

“You and Daddy won’t be there,” he mumbles, “What if I need something?”

“Your teacher will help you,” you promise him, “You’re not going to be alone. You’ll have so much fun. You get to play and run outside and make new friends. I know it’s going to be a little scary at first, but I’ll be there to pick you up the second it’s over.”

He pouts, “Promise?”

You smile and nod, combing his hair away from his eyes.

“I promise, Connor. You’re going to love it.”

He nods slowly; his reluctance is obvious but he at least looks willing to give it a try. Rafe stirs then, groaning slightly before he opens his eyes. The view brings a smile to his face, and he sits up immediately.

“What’s up, you two?” he asks with a smirk.

Connor moves from your lap and crawls over to Rafe, tucking himself into his side. Rafe’s hand falls to Connor’s back, comforting him without even knowing what’s going on.

“Did you go to preschool, Daddy?” he asks weakly.

“I did, buddy,” Rafe says, rubbing his eyes, “It was great. I had a lot of fun every single day.”

“Really?”

Rafe smiles at you, “Really.”

“Can me and you wear the same color today?” Connor asks him.

Connor’s always wanted to look like his dad, be his dad, dress like his dad. So, he and Rafe often coordinate their outfits, and now, you realize it’s a comforting event for Connor. You pout at that, and Rafe grins.

“Of course, buddy. Let’s go upstairs and get you ready. I need to check on your sister, anyway.”

Connor nods and blows you a kiss once he slides off the bed, pulling Rafe along with him. As they pass by your side of the bed to exit, Rafe steps over and tips your chin up, giving you a kiss.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he whispers against your mouth.

“Good morning,” you reply, “I’ll start coffee.”

“I’ve never loved you more,” he teases.

You smile and give him a quick peck before he hurries off after Connor, taking the stairs two at a time to catch him.

Once Connor and Rafe are both in blue polos and you dress Josie and yourself, all that’s left is dropping Connor off. Rafe takes your hand in his as he drives, squeezing it to assure you he’s feeling everything you feel when it comes to Connor being in preschool.

“I’m going to cry,” you warn Rafe quietly.

He smiles and squeezes your hand again, “That’s okay, baby.”

Rafe grabs Josie and places her on his hip while you get Connor out and hand him his backpack. He puts it on while you close the car door, and when you turn and take him in, your lips form a pout.

“Dad,” Connor calls, “Mama’s crying.”

Rafe hurries around the truck with Josie and meets your eyes, shaking his head slightly at you as you stare at him.

“Come on, you two,” he says gently, nodding his head in the direction of the school.

Connor slips his hand into yours as you walk, and you squeeze it the same way Rafe was doing to you. You can tell he gets nervous as you approach his classroom, but he doesn’t say that.

Connor comes to a halt once outside the door of his classroom, pulling you back with him by your hand.

“Buddy?” Rafe calls, “You need a minute?”

Connor nods, “Yes.”

You squat down and squeeze his hand, giving him a reassuring smile when he meets your eyes.

“I’ll be right here to get you when your day is over, okay?” you say.

“How many hours is that?”

“Six, bub.”

“Okay,” he sighs, “Six hours.”

“I love you so much,” you remind him, “You’re going to have so much fun.”

Rafe kneels beside you with Josie, and Connor leans forward to give her a kiss. Then, he moves to Rafe, and you last.

“See you in six hours, Mama,” he tries to smile, but you know he’s anxious on the inside.

“You’re gonna do great, little man,” Rafe says with a smile.

“I’ll be just like you, Daddy,” he says.

“That’s right.”

You and Rafe both stand, and with one final kiss you give Connor, he walks into his classroom. His teacher waves to you from inside and then greets Connor, showing him where to put his backpack. You tear up immediately when he walks out of your line of vision, and Rafe is quick to wrap you in his free arm.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “He’s going to be fine.”

You look up at him and find his eyes glossy, too, but you don’t call him on it. Instead, you just stand there in his comfort, praying that Connor enjoys his day.

“Fucking preschool,” you say only loud enough for Rafe to hear, which makes him laugh.

“You’re gonna be in preschool soon enough, aren’t you, princess?” Rafe asks Josie, then immediately lets his face fall, “No. Nope. Not ready for that yet.”

You laugh and tickle Josie’s stomach, watching her giggle.

“Me neither,” you mumble, “One at a time.”

Rafe kisses Josie’s cheek, still whispering to himself about her staying young and not going off to preschool, or anywhere she could possibly get hurt out of his line of vision.

After another minute, Rafe kisses your hair and then tugs you toward the parking lot, already making up his mind that he’ll be taking an hour off of work later to meet you and come pick up Connor, given that he misses him too much already and it’s only been five minutes.

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