Connor oneshots & imagines (dbh)

nightmare

(Unisex reader)

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It was 12 am and it was now Saturday. I can't get at least five seconds of shut eye because I was trying to solve this case. My back was in pain and my eyes were glued to the screen as Hank and Connor slept peacefully in their own rooms. Model Rj800, named Jimmy, owned by April and Finn Gates at 10563 s Carolina. He murdered his owners, a bus driver, and kidnapped their two kids Amy and Scott. He left a thirium trail to the street, which means he took the 107 bus with them. Which means they took Carolina all the way down to Rushmore, then turned right at Statesville. They couldn't be at statesville because the bus didn't make it to statesville.

I groaned in frustration and brought my lap top in bed with me, pulling the covers over my cold ass legs. Why does Hank never close the damn vents in this house. I looked at the chair i was just sitting on in front of my bed and saw Connor's work jacket Hank bought him. Hank decided to buy him a regular work jacket, since androids have rights now. Connor and I have had a "thing" for awhile. He comes home and we hook up, but it doesn't mean anything. He's one of my best friends still. Hank has no idea what's going on between us, no one does, and they never will.

I don't know why, but I'm so invested in Connor. I just want to know everything about him. I love how humanly his deep set brown eyes look and how his hair becomes curly when it gets wet. He's been taking on knitting recently and knitted hank some new gloves and me, a new hat. I want nothing more than to go to bed right now. Coffee and five hour energy have worn off already. My eyes drifted off as my body felt like it was sinking slowly into my mattress. I was in heaven, until someone knocked on my door. I jumped a little and sat up, "Hello?". The door opened to show Connor. He stood in the door frame shirtless, with his brown curly unkempt hair, and sweat beading down his face and chest. "Jesus Christ Connor, what happened to you?" I asked, closing my laptop. His LED was whirling from red to yellow, then back to red. He was breathing heavily and stared at me in my bed.

                 "Connor?" I asked. What the hell is wrong with him. "Come here" I said, moving over. He closed my door and sat down on my bed, next to me. "What's wrong?" I asked, running my fingers up and down his forearm. "I-I... I think I-uh I had what you call a "nightmare". He looked so terrified, yet so cute. I pulled him down to cuddle with me and kissed his head. He wrapped his arms around my torso tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. He shook his head no and held me tighter. "Connor, baby, calm down. Everything is okay. I'm right here, with you, in bed, and everything is okay" I said, making him sit up with me. I held his face in both hands. He seemed to have calmed down a little, but he was still sweaty and tense.

"I have to tell you something" he said, looking down at the bed. "What is it?" I asked. His LED flashed red again, "nevermindgoodnight" he said, quickly getting up and about to walk out. "No, Connor wait-" I said, grabbing his forearm, stopping him. He looked at me and slowly sat back down. "I have something I want to say too" I confessed. We silently looked around the room until I spoke up. "I like you... uh... a lot and I-uh I can't stop thinking about you... about us" I sighed. "Oh" he said awkwardly. "I know you don't feel the same and it's best if we stop this "thing" we have going on if you don't feel the sa-". He cut me off by kissing me passionately. "I've felt these weird things about you ever since I met you" he said. "I tried avoiding them, but really I... I just can't get enough of you" he laughed. We spent that night in each other's arms, as I listened to his mechanic heart beat slowly.