When he's stressed

(Y/N) watched from the doorway, concern spread across her face as she fiddled with her hair, hoping for a distraction. Once the revolution came and went a massive spike started to tear at the DPD's records. People had aggressive opinions on the deviants - whether they were positive or not - and felt as though they needed to express them; up to the point where the cops needed to step in.

Connor was in the household office, papers were spread across the desktop, pencils that he'd knocked over with his arm were now laying around the chair and he was running his hands through his now messy brunette hair. His girlfriend leaned against the cold wall, worried about his current state. She'd never seen him this frazzled, it wasn't like him to work this late or this long and he looked exhausted for someone who didn't need to sleep.
Connor had been assigned a separate case to (Y/N), because of this she had to work on completely different clues, suspects and witnesses, meaning Connor was going solo to catch a pretty important perp that'd been causing havoc throughout Detroit.

And it was really taking a toll on him, especially since nothing seemed to add up.

(Y/N) pulled at the bottom of the oversized t-shirt she'd swiped from his closet, mainly because her night gown was in the laundry. Plus, his shirts were comfy and made good pyjamas. She watched him scramble to look for a document, sighing.

"Come on, come on... I put it right there.." He muttered, searching through the drawers of the desk.

"You good babe?"

He glanced over his shoulder, gave a quick, obviously forced smile and nodded before picking up more papers and scanning over them. "Yeah, yeah..Just fine, love." He paused, looking at the page in his hands. "That's not it either..You would've thought in our day and age they'd give us digital files instead of paper copies."

"Yeah, you would've." She tried to hide the anxiety in her tone. She could see his LED whirling a bright yellow and didn't know what to do about it.

She figured he needed a break from work, and when her light bulb moment hit she was glad they installed the swinging chair to the backyard varanda. Her feet padded across the flooring as she went to stand behind Connor, his cocoa eyes flicking over each document in front of him. She sat her head on top of his, loose strands of (H/C) hair tussled over either side of her face as she sat a hand on his tensed shoulder. He placed his hand over hers, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.
"What are you thinkin'?" She nestled her nose into his hair, a soothing warmth washing over her body.

"I'm thinking I've got to get this case done, yet it's almost impossible." He pressed a quick kiss to (Y/N)'s hand, now more focused on her rather than the case. "I might take a break soon, though. I'm getting nowhere."
"You should've taken a break 3 hours ago."
"3 hours, but- how long.." He looked at the clock on the wall and was almost shocked by how late it had gotten. "2AM? How is it already 2AM?"

He felt her hand tense and the weight on his head was gone. His LED went back to its cool blue as he searched for signs of exhaustion or anger in (Y/N)'s face, but she just smiled gently at him, patience in her (E/C) eyes.

"God. Love, I'm so sorry. Is this why you've been up so late?"
She replied with a quick 'mhm' before taking him by the hand and dragging him out of his chair.
"I'm not saying you should stay up all night and work like the psycho you are only to feel shitfaced by morning," they passed the living room - where Blue was snoring peacefully without a care in the world - and the kitchen before they reached the back door. (Y/N) opened it with her free hand, Connor trailing behind without question as her bare feet tapped across the wooden boards, leading him over to the swing. "I'm saying if you're gonna do that then you need a break."
"Hon-"
"Nup nope nope nope. No buts, except yours in the chair." She pointed to the colourful cushions sitting on the suspended seat. It rocked gently due to the light evening breeze. She let go of his hand, waiting in anticipation for his next move. She just hoped he didn't think this was stupid, she was too caught up in worrying about his stress to think about her own.

Unable to reject her proposition, he slowly lowered his body onto the chair.
"Wow. I feel so much better moving from one chair to another. I'm much more relaxed. You're a real genius, (Y/N), truly." He joked, (Y/N) slapping his arm gently.
"Shut up, you goof! I'm not gonna just leave you out here with your thoughts, your brain's working too hard." Taking a seat next to him, feet tucked up onto the swing, she leaned her head on his shoulder. In return he gently rested his head against hers, an arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer as the lantern they'd recently bought sent streaks of soft yellow light across the varanda. She snuggled into his side, relieved that her plan had worked.
"Just sit with me for a second, okay? I don't want you getting too caught up in work. Android or not, you need to take a break, babe."

No response came, and for a split second she thought she'd said or done something wrong.
"Babe?" Turning her head to look at him, she squeaked in surprise when his lips connected with hers. She leaned into it, Connor's free hand brushing across her cheek gently as his arm around her waist pulled her closer to him. It wasn't rushed, but slow, much slower than their quick kisses before one of them rushed off to work. This one had a deeper feeling behind it. Catching her breath afterwards, (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow at him, but he just smiled down at her.
"What'd I ever do to deserve you?"
"Turn against mankind, prevent a war, help with a revolution, stop the crazy lady in your head. I can go on if you'd like." She grinned back at him as he laughed at her list of reasons. "You know, all the normal stuff you do to get a girl."
"I didn't just get a girl, I got the girl."
"What? Is this a cheesy chick-flick now? Was I swooning over another guy before I realised you were the one? Well, I guess humans were the other guy and you were- you know what, screw it, I'm just gonna shut up and kiss you again."
"I'm not complaining." He said, just before her lips met with his once again. This one was more of a chaste kiss that ended quickly, but that didn't mean any more or less to the both of them. (Y/N) leaned her forehead against Connor's, sighing softly. He closed his eyes in content.
"Love you, darl. I think I'll need to take breaks more often."
She scoffed at him, playing with a piece of hair that sat behind his ear.
"Love you too, Con."
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When she's stressed

Connor's stress was mainly, if not only, caused by work. However, because of the bumps in the road and scars on her skin (Y/N)'s anxiousness was mostly focused on past mistakes, worries for the future and reliving moments she'd rather forget. It wasn't out of the ordinary to find her wandering around the house during the night, Blue by her side, whether it was his tail tapping against the side of the couch as she ran a hand through his fur or his paws clicked along the floorboards as she strolled the halls to clear her mind. Blue had seen her through some of her most devastating times - Pressure from her 'dad', both of her parents dying, and moving to Detroit to name a few - and Connor was learning how to pick up on cues, and more importantly how to help.

That night, Connor had come home later than usual. Much later. What was supposed to be an easy interrogation lasted about an hour until the witness - or rather, culprit - cracked wide open and spilled the beans. Sitting his jacket at the coathanger on the wall and slipping his shoes off, the familiar clack of a German Shepherd's paws racing towards the door filled the room. He was confused by the fact that he wasn't tackled to the floor by Blue, but rather told to come over to the staircase by the whine in the dog's throat, toes tip tapping on the spot. He looked anxious about something, scared, even. All of the pieces clipped together when Blue looked up the stairs, his tail low.
"(Y/N)? You awake, hon?" Connor called, now worried about his beloved.

That was when he walked over to the hound, rushing up the stairs to their room and immediately feeling his 'heart' break at the sight of (Y/N) rocking side to side. Tears werestreaming down her face as her hands clawed at her arms in her sleep, the room shrouded in darkness. He mentally scolded himself for working so late, slowly stepping onto the carpeted floor and crawling into his side of the bed. Trying his best not to spook her, he reached out and gently took one of her hands. Her (E/C) eyes shot open as she gasped for air, looking frantically around the room before focusing on Connor. Not knowing what else to do, a sob rolled out of her throat and she clung to him, too afraid to let go.

Connor pulled her up and sat her in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her as he whispered soft shushes and reassurances. One of his hands stroked the back of her head in hopes of comforting her. "It's alright, love." He muttered into her hair, letting out a light 'shhh' when he felt her arms start shaking again. "It's okay, you're okay, I've got you." She held onto him with all of her strength as if her life depended on it, wave after wave of every incident at gunpoint and argument clouding her thought process.
"I just want it all out of my fucking head!" She wailed, unable to think straight.
"I know (Y/N), I know. C'mere." (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his torso, bawling into his shoulder as her body heaved with each cry. "It's going to be alright, honey." Connor didn't know what else to do but hold her and keep telling her that everything was okay. It tore him up inside to see her so upset, and it hurt even more knowing it may have been prevented if he hadn't worked the case so late. By now Blue had settled on the end of the bed, head laying on the sheets as he watched them both with puppy eyes.

After what felt like an hour of (Y/N)'s sobs ripping at her boyfriend's heart strings, her body stopped shaking. She sucked in a quick breath, trying to collect herself with each sniffle. Connor looked down at her bloodshot eyes and brushed away tears with his thumb, tucking some (H/C) hair behind her ear. "There. Now I can see your beautiful face." He tilted his head, relieved when she smiled weakly at him. "There's that smile." She immediately hid her face in the crook of his neck, a small sound snagged at her vocal chords.
"Really? As soon as I see that perfect smile you hide it from me. I cannot believe you'd ever do such a thing, (Y/N)." He huffed playfully, pride flooding his system when she giggled softly into his neck. "And you hid the giggle as well! Wow, I did not know you could be so harsh." He was thankful his plan to make her laugh had worked, like it always did. This was his approach every time (Y/N) got upset or stressed, he'd take her mind off of things and try to make her laugh, even if it was just a little chuckle at something dopey he said. She got so easily overwhelmed by her anxieties, so he was glad he could help somehow. He looked down at her.
"You don't have to tell me what happened, but if you-" He stopped when she smothered him in a hug, arms unwilling to let go of him.
"God, I love you so much." She sighed out, feeling relieved of her worries. Releasing Connor from her death grip, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You can rely on me anytime, my love. Above work, above worries, above anything, you and I's happiness will always come first." Giving (Y/N) a quick Eskimo kiss, he let her settle back under the blankets as he stood up and made his way over to his set of drawers. "I'll be over in a second, I just need to see if you've stolen all of my pyjama shirts." He heard her stifle a laugh, sending a smile straight to his lips. Digging through the second drawer, he pulled out a top and some comfortable pants. He looked over at her. "You're lucky."

Once in more comfortable attire, he slid under the covers to join her. (Y/N) shuffled her body over until she was laying on top of him, her head resting against his chest. His arms wound around her waist and she snuggled into his shirt in response. From where he was laying, he could feel her heartbeat, slow and steady as she yawned, (E/C) orbs glazed with sleep and eyelids heavy. He looked over to where she usually slept to see Blue curled up, lightly snoring. "(Y/N), I believe our dog's turned into a donut."
Looking over at the German Shepherd, she chuckled. "He has aspirations, let him be what he wants to be. Although, if he's a donut I don't think we should bring him into the Bullpen with the other cops anymore." Connor shook his head, smiling.
"You're a goofball."
"That's my line!"
"Actually, your line is 'I love you, now shut up and go to sleep'."
(Y/N) layed back down, already feeling drowsy. "Took the words right out of my mouth. G'night, Con."
"Sleep well, hon."

The. Fluff. Is. STRONG with this bad boy! As much as I'd love to talk about it right now it's midnight whilst I'm wrapping this up. I'll probably publish it some time tommorow. Although I'd usually say sleep is for the WEAK, I must admit I'm almost passing out at my laptop right now. Send me requests for mini chapters cause writer's block sucks, baby. So yeah, hope you enjoyed, stay hydrated, take the cups and plates out of your room whilst you still remember they're in there and wear your seatbelt.