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Ayy it’s cha girl, Ivy, welcome to my personal D:BH (read:Connor) trash can. My Writing

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16744093/chapters/177291646

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Life Before Dating Connor Would Include [Detroit: Become Human]

Requested: Yes. One Anon requested this and three others.

Pairing: RK800 - Connor/Reader

Word Count: 2,181

Notes: I know that @robin-bring-the-snow posted the gif at the bottom, but I couldn’t find it on tumblr, so here’s credits to you! Thanks for making it, sweetheart!

It was really late at night. You’d been asleep, then you’d suddenly jolted awake because something had screamed at you to go see your partner (when it came to certain cases of yours crossing over with his cases)

Go check on Hank. Go check on Hank. GO CHECK ON HANK!

So of course you did

You used your key to let yourself in and come face to face with none other than an android

You weren’t all that fond of androids (you’d later come to regret how much you…disliked them) and were extremely confused, but chose to roll with it considering you heard Hank retching in his bathroom

You began putting together things to calm your older friend’s stomach while taking up a conversation with the android

“Hi there! What’s your name?”

“Hello, my name’s Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”

You’d heard from Hank over the phone that he’d received an android partner, but were unaware that he was living with him

You chose to ask Hank about it later and moved on with your day

Connor didn’t understand why you’d barely glanced at him before moving on, but he didn’t like it

He also didn’t know why he didn’t like it

Software Instability ^

The next week, you absentmindedly noticed that android walk in and sit at his desk, which was across from Hank’s

He’s silent for a while, and you ignore him, but suddenly he strikes up a conversation

“Do you have a dog?”

You were honestly really surprised by the random question

You were pretty certain that he wasn’t programmed to be interested in dogs

And that Hank hadn’t told him to like dogs

So why-?

“I like dogs.”

HOW THE HELL DID HE KNOW THAT HE LIKED DOGS

“Er…Yes. I have a dog.”

“Really?!”

You swore his eyes lit up with excitement

But he was a piece of plastic, so that wasn’t possible

You told him your dog’s name, and he was practically vibrating in excitement

“Does he ever come to the station with you?”

“Sometimes. He’s my main partner.”

“YOUR DOG IS A POLICE DOG?!”

Software Instability ^

He was so excited

Police dogs weren’t all that popular anymore

You awkwardly turned away and got back to work

When Hank came back, his android began to ramble

“Lieutenant, did you know that Y/N has a dog?”

“Yes.”

“His name is Orpheus. He’s a pit bull and a police dog.”

“I know.”

“Pit bulls used to not be allowed on the police force, but I suppose they’ve been let back in since police dogs aren’t as common anymore.”

“Yep.”

Three days later (after endless questions about your dog) you brought the big boy

He normally snarled and snapped at everyone who even tried to approach you, but when Connor did he rolled over onto his back and wiggles around excitedly

You almost fainted

Gavin was the closest thing to a best friend that you had, and Orpheus had nipped him twice and drawn blood

Anyway, the dog was excitedly wiggling around on the floor while the Android above him scratched his belly eagerly

“Who’s a good dog? You’re a good dog!”

The pair stayed side by side all day, Connor remaining in the floor with Orpheus since Hank had to fill in weeks of paperwork (as did Y/N, since they were sharing cases more often now)

The older man that both the homocide detective and the android were partners with ignored them both (the dog and Connor, that is) and continued working

As the next year passed, the three of you (five if you counted Orpheus and Sumo) all got closer and closer

Gavin wasn’t very pleased with the developement, seeing as despite Tina being his partner technically and Y/N being hank’s partner technically, they worked together more often than not

This led to him being even more of an ass to Connor than usual

And you having to stick up for him

It honestly caused a rift in your relationship with him

By the time you stumbled upon him physically assaulting Connor, you’d had enough

“Get the fuck off of him, Reed!”

You’d genuinely scared the piss out of him

He’d known you since third grade

You were best friends before this all started and that stupid RK800 showed up at the DPD

You used to hate androids, why were you protecting this one?

“Y/N?”

“Get out.”

“But Y/N-“

“LEAVE!”

Software Instability ⌂

You’d never, ever yelled at him before (and had more often than not laughed at his prejudiced, racist jokes against androids)

It honestly scared him

He ran off with his tail between his legs, practically whimpering

Once he was gone, you turned back to Connor and helped him up

“You alright?”

“I am fine…thank you for helping me.”

“Eh, it’s whatever.”

You avoided him for a few days after that

That was how you dealt with things

But as time passed, you got closer to the android up until finally giving him a gift

It was random and unplanned, but you wanted to do it

“Here.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a gift, dumbass.”

“For me?”

“Yes, you!”

Software Instability ⌂

He’d never gotten a gift before and it threw him sideways

You’d given him a simple bracelet with only the tiniest of charms: a red stone circle

He mentally swore to never take it off, and after a second of calculating your possible reactions, announced to you also that he wouldn’t.

He was pleased to see you smile so brightly

Software Instability ⌂

Time passed, and eventually Connor deviated

Looking back, you could almost sweat that you felt it in your bones the moment that he decided not to shoot Markus

You and Hank followed his trail to the Cyberlife facility, then found in on the parking level

You were taken by surprise when the Connor that wasn’t Connor pulled a gun on you

His reflexes were ten times faster than yours, so you and Hank knew better than to try anything as he led you to level -49

There you found the real Connor, and you swore that you’d aw a flash of fear in his eyes when he saw you

But that wasn’t possible

He was a machine

Machines don’t feel

Your Connor got the best of the Connor that wasn’t Connor and as they fought, you pulled your pistol you had in an ankle holster out

“Enough!”

Hank grabbed his gun and did the same

Eventually, one of the Connor’s asked Hank to ask questions only the real one would know, but when both answered correctly, you figured it out

“Hank, the second Connor would have downloaded our Connor’s memory…anything we could ask, they’d both know.”

Hank was on the verge of freaking out after you said that

“Shit….What do we do?”

You knew exactly what you could do

“Final test: lift up your right arm and tug down your sleeve.”

You didn’t see, but your Connor’s eyes lit up immediately since he knew what you were doing

The other Connor may have his memories, but there was one thing that he didn’t have

The second you saw the glint of red on one Connor’s wrist, you shot the other one immediately

Hank almost pissed himself because he didn’t know what you were doing

But Connor immediately leapt at you and pulled you into a hug

“So smart. Quite above average.”

“Stop flirting with me and complete your mission.”

He walks over to one of the inactive androids and you can’t help but beam with pride

“Wake up.”

『Mission Successful』

When they all blink awake and begin talking amongst themselves, you’re practically bouncing with joy

“I’m so proud of you!”

Connor is 100% shocked

No one had ever told him that they were proud of him before and it honestly blindsided him

“Really?”

“Of course!”

You deflated after this though

Everyone was going to run

You and Hank had to too

“…But I can’t stay.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry, Connor.”

You grabbed Hank’s wrist and pulled him out of the Cyberlife co pound, refusing to look back because you knew what you’d see

Connor just stood there, not knowing what he’d done wrong

It felt like his thirium pump was twisting sharply inside his chest

It hurt

Why did you leave?

『Mission Failed』

You were asking yourself the same question as you and Hank rushed across the Canadian border

Gavin was asleep in the backseat

You’d driven by his truck on the side of the road

It had broken down and he was stranded

He ran in front of the car in a panic

“Y/N! Y/N, please! Let me in, let me in!”

It had been so long since you’d talked….you really, honestly missed him, and despite the way he’d treated your friend, you still considered him one

So you did

Hank was grumbling in the passenger’s side seat the whole time, but you slowed your speed and let the detective throw his bags into the bed of your truck before jumping into the back

You’d never stopped the vehicle, but Gavin understood

He didn’t really say much, and neither did you, but you both sank into an extremely comfortable silence

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You okay with Canada?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m okay with Canada. Get us the fuck out of Michigan.”

Just the fact that you were in one another’s presence again, just the knowledge that the other was close and safe was good enough

Words weren’t needed

You all holed up in your hunting cabin in Alberta, completely safe since no one aside from yourself knew where it was

You stayed there for a couple of weeks, sad the whole time, even though you didn’t know why

Gavin finally snapped you out of it and into action once he got tired of watching you mope around

“Y/N, I hate to say it…but you need to go back to Detroit.”

“Gavin….please don’t. We’ve been through all of this, you know that I can’t. I belong here, with you and Hank…Gavin, I belong with people.”

“But you love him.”

You were completely taken aback by this

“I do?”

“Yes, you fucking idiot.”

He seemed both sad and happy for you

“Go.”

So you went

You were across the border and back at your house in record time

Orpheus was wiggling excitedly in the passenger’s seat

When you let him out, you didn’t bother with a leash since there was no one around

Your door was unlocked, so you drew your gun

You put it back in its holster when you saw who was sitting on you couch with a melancholy look on his face

“Connor?”

He jumped up in surprise

Software Instability ^

He’d not expected you to come back

“Y/N?”

He’s so excited…and then he’s sad

“Why did you leave?

You felt for him in that moment

You’d helped make him deviant-no, you’d helped make him human, and then you’d left him all alone

“Connor, I’m so sorry. I never should have left.”

“I tried to call you.”

He had…you’d ignored him

“Why didn’t you answer?”

You didn’t have an answer to that question, either

“Y/N?”

Who were you kidding? You did have an answer

“I was scared. I was raised to hate androids, and to hate deviants more. To fall in love with one that was both-“

“Love?”

He’d interrupted you, and it surprised you-not that he interrupted you, but that you’d admitted your feelings so easily

“Y-Yes….”

You were whispering now. He’d hear you, but….fuck, you were still so scared. Still, you asked the next big question that came to mind

“Do you love me?”

He’s silent for only a second, but he finally responds after what seems like an eternity

“I don’t know what love feels like.”

Your heart breaks, but is put back together by his next words

“Will you tell me just in case I’ve experienced it but was unaware?”

You smile and laugh softly

“Of course. Love is…Love is warm.”

“Warm?”

“Yes. It’s…soft, and sweet. It’s delicate, and gentle, yet rough.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, yeah. You’ll feel safe around the person you love. You’ll worry about when and where you two will live together, because once you’ve fallen in love, that person is home. You’ll want to be with them all the time, and when you aren’t you’ll wish you were. There’s nothing like it. It’s a very specific feeling.”

He’s quiet for a long time after this

His LED flashes between yellow and red frequently and in quick succession before settling on blue, which was the color it almost always was around you

Software Instability ⌂

“Wow…”

His voice has lowered to a whisper, just like yours

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, mainly because I’ve learned something new.”

“What?”

“That I do love you.”

『Mission Successful』

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[roguelov]

Requested by anon

When Connor first walks into DPD, he only has his mission in mind

To stop and understand deviants

He’s given a new partner, Lieutenant Hank Anderson

However, Hank already has his own partner

Detective (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

A young detective with a heartwarming smile

Now, maybe an instability flashes when he first sees you

One he can easily ignore and push aside

So he acts very polite and professional

As he is programmed to be

“Hi, I’m Connor the android sent by Cyberlife.”

“Hey there, Connor, I’m Detective (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you can just call me (Y/N).”

He doesn’t listen

He always calls you Detective

No matter how many times you tell him to call you by your name

Maybe it’s his way to keep the relationship professional 

As it should be

Of course you’re immediately kind to Connor when most are not

Like Gavin who instantly calls him ‘tin can’

Among other hurtful and horrible things

It doesn’t bother Connor

But, it does bother you

“Hey, Reed, how about you shut the fuck up?”

“Detective (Y/L/N), I –“

“No, Connor, he doesn’t have to treat you like that.” You look back at Gavin. “And don’t forget I know where you live, dipshit!”

Maybe that’s the second time a instability codes pops up

You constantly defend Connor from those who try to tear him down

Even from Hank

“Fuckin’ android.”

“Hank, I’ll kick your ass next if you keep it up.”

“He fuckin’ licked evidence! How are you not grossed out by it?”

The next time Connor experiences an instability code is when you steal one of Hank’s fries

And you have a bit of ketchup on the corner of your lip

He has this strange urge to wipe it away

Instead he calmly informs you of it 

“Detective, you have ketchup on your face.”

“Oh, where?”

*He taps the corner of his lip*

You grab a napkin and wipe it away. “Huh, thanks, Connor.”

“And you should know that it is also high in sodium and you should lower your intake.”

“Nah,” you reply plopping another fry dunked in ketchup into your mouth

Now, Connor knows something is wrong with him

Instability codes don’t flash around anyone else

Only you

But he can’t tell Amanda

He doesn’t want to be reset or shutdown

Not when he still has a mission to complete

And not when you –

No

He has to focus on the mission

So, he puts all his energy on the deviants

Maybe for a day he ignores you

In a childish hope to distract himself from you

But only one day

He crumbles and apologizes for his behavior

You smile telling him you understand because these deviant cases are important

Also Connor is constantly drawn to you

Pulled in by your presence

Some comment on it saying he’s a lost puppy

“Well, looks like you got a new pet, (Y/L/N).”

“Fuck off, Reed. Connor’s my friend.”

“You’re friend with that tin can? That’s kinda sad.”

“Says the man who has made the entire precinct hate him.”

*More instability codes flash for Connor*

Now, Connor will take in account your opinion

More than anyone else

More than he should

Because it always went against his mission

But if it meant you were happy

Then he would listen

Like when Connor chases after a deviant and a child

The pair jumps over a fence into oncoming traffic

You catch up to Connor gripping his jacket

“Don’t!”

“But, they will get away.”

“Connor, it’s not worth it. What if you get hit? I know you’re an advance being but I’m not letting you take that risk … besides …”

“Besides, what?”

“Nothing, just let them go. There will be other deviants we can get.”

“… okay, Detective.”

Also during these deviant calls, Connor is watching your back like a hawk

He’s very protective over you

Your silent knight

Like when you enter an abandon house and found a damaged android

Connor makes sure he is always wedged between you and the other android

Even Hank comments on it

“He’s like your damn shadow. Don’t you find it weird?”

“Nope.”

The next time Connor experiences instability codes is at the Eden club

You follow Hank and Connor into the club

Somewhat distracted, you watch the pole dancers do their routine

“You know what? That actually looks kind of fun.”

Hank covers his face and groans

“Someone out there really does hate me.”

“Oh, fuck you, Hank. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it once?”

“I’m a grown ass man so yes I can tell you with one hundred percent I have never thought about it.”

Connor, however, freezes in place

His mind already simulating you being a pole dancer

Your grace, your beauty, your captivating smile pulling him in

He can’t shake out of it

His LED flickering between yellow and red

You stand in front of him with a concern look

“Hey, Connor, you alright?”

He blinks, “Uh … yes, Detective. I’m fine.”

The instability codes never leave that night

It only gets worse when he sees the two Tracis holding hands

An image of you and him pop up

With little progress being made, Hank has the idea to learn more about deviants

So, you, Hank, and Connor pay a visit to the founder of Cyberlife Elijah Kamski

The three of you wait in the foyer of Kamski’s house

Hank tries to fill the silence

“So, Connor, how do you feel about meeting your maker?”

“It’s certainly interesting, but I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.”

“Well, you’re definitely lucky. I wish I could talk to my maker I have a few questions for him.”

You spin around after staring at an odd painting

“If I could ever meet my maker I don’t even know what I would ask. Or where to begin. But, completely unrelated, how fucking weird is it that Connor’s maker has a man bun?”

Hank snorts while Connor stays silent

Instability codes flash when you start laughing

He takes a moment to appreciate your smile and laugh

A habit he started to form 

And during the whole meeting with Kamski, Connor’s eyes keep darting to you

You who stare at Kamski with mixed emotions

Then when Kamski asks Connor to shoot Chloe

The ultimatum to getting the answers you all need

And he couldn’t do it

Because oddly enough during it all Connor sees is you

You kneeling down in front of him

You pat Connor’s shoulder

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out on our own.”

As you and Hank leave, Kamski says one last thing to Connor

“As you know, deviants are triggered when they feel an intense, overwhelming, sensation of emotions which causes them to break through their protocols. I’m surprised to see you haven’t defected yet.”

“I’m not going to deviate.”

“And that detective isn’t going to disappear when you’re not looking.”

The three of you find yourself back at the precinct

Connor is clearly upset

Quiet, head bowed

He is going to fail his mission

And he’s not going to see you ever again

Now, with the feds ready to take the case everything is falling apart for the poor android

You walk up to his desk

“Hey, Connor, I hope you know that what happened back at Kamski’s isn’t your fault. You made the right choice in the end. And I think you did an amazing job. The feds got nothing on you.”

*Instability codes flash* “Thank you, detective. But, I still feel as if we can solve it. We just need more time.”

You glance at Hank

“You up for a bit of a distraction?”

“Can I punch that prick in his face?”

“If you don’t then I certainly will.”

Hank smiles as strolls over ready to make a scene

You and Connor walk into the evidence room

It takes Connor less than a few minutes to find the location of Jericho

He turns to leave when you grab his wrist

“Um … just be careful okay?”

“I will, detective.”

“Come back in once piece. Can you promise me that?”

His visions falters for a second

Bombarded with instability codes

A flash of a red wall appears

One dividing him and you

Then it vanishes just as quickly as it appears

He smiles

“I will, (Y/N).”

Then he leaves

And he does return

Returns completely changed

All for the better

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

This isn't part of a prompt thing, (my apologies) but do you have any headcanons about Connor x reader in which he isn't a deviant YET?

Well, I do now! XD

His directives, after interrogating the HK400 model, is to find the head android technician, transfer his specs to their computer in the event of needed emergency repair, and have them sign a non-disclosure contract.

However, with how long it took to find Lt. Anderson and finish the interrogation, there was a high probability that y/n l/n had likely gone home.

Still, he headed to your office, spotting you repairing a PM700. Based on the age differences in the plastic cassis, it had likely been beaten extensively. Enough to qualify for a replacement, yet you were still wasting your time on it. You were almost done, but it had likely taken you all day. Connor was going to point this out but...

You had this look on your face. As if the rest of the world didn't exist. Only this one damaged android. He stood, watching you perform the final touches and diagnostics before you woke it out of stasis, your smile the first thing it sees.

^Software Instability

You send it to a charging station and it's then that you notice the RK800.

"Oh, hello," You beam up at him, "you must be the newest member to our happy home."

"Hello, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."

"Nice to meet you, Connor. My name is Y/n. Though, I'm sure you already know that, " you chuckle. You stood, offering your hand to him.

^Software Instability

He can't think of any human welcoming him like this. Like an equal.

He takes your hand.

....................

"Stay out of my way, " Det. Reed sneered, shoving Connor's head. He stayed down, diffusing the situation by avoiding confrontation.

You entered as Gavin and Tina exited, turning to get a coffee and seeing Connor on the ground.

"Connor! What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, androids don't feel pain." Your close proximity made his thirium pump beat faster. He ran a quick diagnostic but it came back inconclusive. You needlessly helped him to his feet, removing your arm.

He missed the warmth.

^Software Instability

"Well, that don't make it right," you watched as Connor adjusted his tie, trying to clear the thought from his mind. It must be his social regulations program reacting to the soothing gesture. "Was it Gavin? He's the reason we can't have nice things. Just last week he broke my little desk plant. I saved the bamboo, but now the poor thing is stuck in a solo cup. Anyway, I'm rambling."

He smiled. She seemed to giggle at that.

"Don't force a smile on my account," his face fell, brows furrowed slightly. It should have been genuine. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. See ya around, Connor." You turned and walked out of the breakroom. He watched as you slapped the back of Det. Reed's head.

"The fuck was that for?" You looked over your shoulder.

"Sorry, thought I saw a bug," you then looked back towards the breakroom at Connor and winked before proceeding to your desk.

^^Software Instability

.............

He went to you after the Stratford Tower event. He wasn't even sure why. He knows his thirium pump is fine.

So why is it racing?

"I'm happy you are safe, " you cup his cheek, and it takes everything in him not to lean into it, not to react.

"It wouldn't matter if I wasn't. Another model will take my place."

"But it wouldn't be you."

^^Software Instability

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

[ Comfort ] "For one muse (reader) to stay the night with the other (Connor) after a hard day." But... It's BEFORE they're a couple. You know, for romantic tension 👀

I hope you enjoy this one!

You knew you should have just stayed in bed today.

Nothing had gone right, between stubbing your toe this morning, wearing your coffee, accidentally breaking your datapad, and your computer crashing, deleting the paperwork you had been working on for over an hour, you should have known that it was going to get worse.

"Shit! Grab him!" You hear a voice yell as you walk out of your office. Turning towards the sound, a handcuffed man came barreling towards you, shoving you to the ground. Without thinking, you grabbed his leg, making him fall. Trying to get out of your grasp, he kicked at you, a particularly hard blow to your shoulder making you shout.

Connor, having just come back from lunch with Hank, noticed the commotion. Moving to get a better look, he heard you cry out. His mind went blank, replaced with a blinding rage. The android grabbed the man, easily picking him up from the ground and slamming him into the nearest wall. How dare this filth hurt his... Hurt Y/n?

"I would highly advise you to go to your cell quietly, " the RK800 spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice, "or I will have to use force, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

The man, clearly scared, only nodded. Officer Miller came up beside Connor, taking hold of the suspect, but he didn't let go immediately. It wasn't until he heard your whimper in the distance that he backed off. In the commotion, you snuck back into your office and closed the door. Connor knocked, but you didn't answer. Worried you might be hurt, he slowly opened the door. You weren't sitting at your desk. He glanced around, until he heard your sniffling, the sound causing a pain to bloom in his chest. Moving to the other side of your desk, he crouches down, finding you curled up, rubbing your shoulder. For a brief second, he could see the large tears rolling down your cheeks before you turned away.

"I'm fine, it just hurt. Thanks for the help. You can go now, " you didn't want him to see you like this, so gross and pathetic. That would just be the topping on your shitshow of a day, to have your crush disgusted by you.

Connor didn't see it that way. He sees that you are hurt, and it's causing him great distress. He doesn't want you to simply dismiss him. You are his... friend. He wants to help, so why won't you let him?

"I'm not going anywhere until I'm sure you're alright, " he spoke quietly. You turned at that, and something about the sincerity in his eyes and the gentleness of his voice cracked your resolve. You propel yourself into him, his arms instantly wrapping around you, pulling you close as you sobbed against his jacket.

Connor wishes you could remain here, in his arms, forever. Here, where he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy. He will settle with being your choice of comfort, stroking your back, trying to be soothing. It must be working as you were starting to calm down.

You pulled back, feeling embarrassed, rubbing at your cheeks.

"Sorry. It's just been a terrible day. I'm gonna go wash my face, " you quickly stood, just wanting to escape the situation, but Connor had other plans. He was much faster than you, standing and rounding the desk so he would block your exit.

"Wait. I would like to check your shoulder, " he stated. Your stress was still too high for his liking and he can't leave you like this.

If your cheeks weren't already flushed, you were certain you'd be a tomato now. The shirt you were wearing had a narrow neckline, and you didn't have a shirt underneath.

"It's fine, really, " you tried to reassure by moving your arm, but it did hurt like a bitch and Connor noticed immediately.

"Please, stop lying to me. I just want to help. We are friends, aren't we?" He knew how to make you cave, giving you the 'puppy-dog eyes'.

While the word "friends" bothered you, reminded you that was all he saw you as, you couldn't say "no" to that face. Hesitantly, you worked your arm out of the sleeve and pulled the shirt up.

Connor was sure he started malfunctioning. He was frozen to the spot, watching with rapt attention as it was brought over your body, inch by inch. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the red and purple splotches on your shoulder. He could see the individual marks left by the tread of the man's boot. The bones weren't broken, but it was swollen and likely to be very painful. The sight of it made his anger flare again, both towards the man who caused you harm and to himself, for being unable to protect you. Connor carefully scanned the wound, adding assaulting an officer onto the man's file.

"We should put ice on this, to decrease the swelling, " he speaks. You slip your arm back into the sleeve with a wince and quickly pull your shirt down.

"It's fine. I just want to get through the rest of this day, " you don't want to be fighting with an ice pack while trying to do your job. Giving a wary smile, you move around him and make your way to the restroom.

Connor hates to see you like this, pretending nothing is wrong. Even more so when you neglect your health. He knows better than to try and force you to use an ice pack, you'll just take it off the moment he leaves you alone. He makes his way to Hank's desk.

"Lieutenant, can I ask you a personal question?" Hank looks from his computer screen to Connor.

"Shoot."

"It's about Y/n, " Connor started but paused when the older man leaned back in his chair with a smirk. Of course, he knew how Connor felt. He knew before the android did, and Hank found it to be the perfect way to screw with his boy. Connor sighed. Helping you was more important than the minor embarrassment he will have to endure. "Her stress level is very high today, yet she's trying to play off that everything is fine, even ignoring her injury. I just want to help, but I don't know how." Hank contemplated his words for a moment.

"That is a tough one. She's been puttin' in a lot of hours lately. Maybe try takin' 'er mind off things. You two like watchin' those old movies, why not have a movie night?"

That sounded like a good idea. It had been a while since they had done so, and you do love showing him movies you think he'd like.

"I think that could work, " Connor agrees.

"If not, I'm sure you can come up with some other way of takin' 'er mind off things, " Hank insinuated, confusing the android before it clicked, cheeks flushing a light blue.

"I'll be back in seven minutes, " Connor deadpanned, getting up from Hank's desk and heading to the front door.

You made it back to your desk, cheeks still a little flushed, despite splashing your face with cold water. Your shoulder was throbbing at this point, radiating throughout your entire arm. There should be some ibuprofen in your drawer, but, of course, the bottle was empty. You were so done with this day. As soon as you finished re-filling out your reports, you were going home. If they need you, they can call.

Just as you started back on your last report, a knock came from your door.

"Come in."

Connor opened the door, holding a grocery bag. He sets it on your desk and begins pulling them out one by one. The first one was a medicated adhesive pad, followed by a bottle of pain-relievers. He then pulled out your favorite drink and chocolate. The thoughtfulness of it was enough to make you start tearing up again.

"I care too much about you to allow you to continue to neglect your wellbeing, " he opens the bottle of ibuprofen for you, handing you the pills and watching you take it before handing you your drink. Afterward, he grabs the medicated pads and takes one out, "would you mind showing me your shoulder again?" Once again, you blushed.

"That's okay, I can do it, " you said a little too loudly. Seeing you without a shirt on once today is embarrassing enough.

Connor was a little disappointed, but he supposes he was being a little self-indulgent, even if he really did only want to help you. He laid the pad down and smiled.

"I also wanted to ask if you would like to come to my apartment for a movie night, " you looked hesitant, "we can order whatever you want, and I stocked up on snacks for such an occasion, " he added quickly. He's never felt so desperate for anything, refusing to fail his mission to keep you happy.

"Um, okay... Sure! That actually sounds like fun, " the more you thought about it, the better it sounded than lying in bed by yourself until you eventually cry yourself to sleep.

The RK800 was delighted, "Y-yes, great! I'll be back in half an hour, " he stuttered, suddenly a little anxious. It had been so long since you had come over, he had forgotten how nervous he gets when you do. He left, a goofy smile on his face as he counted down the seconds until he can be with you once more.

...............

Connor has only had his own apartment for a few months, wanting a sense of independence. In spite of this, he still spends most of his time at Hank's, even staying over on his couch from time to time. As much as he values his freedom, he doesn't care much to be alone.

Right now, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, watching you laugh at the movie playing. Connor doesn't even know what the plot of the movie was, content watching you. Your stress level had been dropping since he guided you out of the department.

Something he noticed, however, is how... Clingy you were tonight. You liked to be close, sitting shoulder to shoulder, sometimes even laying your head on his shoulder. It was something he secretly enjoyed. Tonight, you kept him close, sitting next to him as you ate, holding his arm against your chest while selecting a movie, and partway through, you guided him to lay down, lying down right in front of him and pulling his arm over you.

"Is this okay?" You ask softly.

"Y-yes, " he manages to choke out. As much as he was enjoying the closeness, he was so anxious, certain you could feel his thirium pump vibrating in his chest. This was so intimate. It made his mind wander. Would it always be like this if he was dating you? He hopes so. The buzzing of his nerves was worth the warmth of your body.

Normally, you would be far too apprehensive and embarrassed to make such bold moves, but you were tired. Perhaps you were being selfish, but you just wanted to be held and comforted. You wouldn't do this with anyone else.

You were starting to doze off. Connor checked the time, and he wasn't comfortable sending you home so late.

"Hey, why don't you stay the night?" He speaks softly against you.

"Hmm?" You yawn, stretching until you were reminded of the pain in your shoulder, "Okay." You didn't make any moves to get up, instead, snuggling closer to him. As much as he'd rather stay like this, you would wake up sore if you slept here.

"Come on, you can take my bed, " he sits up, helping you off the couch.

"What? No. I can't take your bed, " you said, but Connor was already pulling you to his room.

"I don't require sleep, " he countered, but you pouted. It was absolutely adorable.

"But it's yours."

"Yes, and I'm choosing to let you use it, " he smiled down at you. You were quiet for a moment.

"Why don't we share?" Your voice was small as you avoided his gaze. While you laid together on the couch, you might be pushing your luck. It just felt so nice to be cared for, to be loved, even if it wasn't the kind of love you felt towards him.

His eyes were wide, looking down at you. Was... Was this a test? Could he say yes? Would it be too self-indulgent? You looked nervous, but it didn't seem like you were joking.

"If... If you don't mind, " he finally answered. You nodded, smiling.

"Do you have a pair of sweats or something I can borrow? These jeans are a little tight, " you asked, fingers pulling at your waistband. Connor's eyes were drawn to it, turning around to his dresser as a heat built in his cheeks. While he knows his clothes would be large on you, he pulls out a black pair of sweatpants with a drawstring and one of his sweaters. You took them and headed for the bathroom.

You came out a few moments later, and Connor couldn't help but stare. His clothes looked so much better on you. The collar of the sweater dipped down, and it was suddenly his favorite.

You weren't faring any better. He had changed into pajama pants and a tank top. It just wasn't fair. Your best friend was eye-candy and you will never know how sweet he tastes.

After a moment, you tore your eyes away, feeling bashful. Your fingers barely poked through the sleeves as you played with your hair. You really know how to distract him. He gestured to the bed, letting you pick a side before joining you. At first, he thought you were going to lay side by side, but instead, you rolled onto your good shoulder, draping your arm over his shoulders. He took a risk, rolling onto his side and holding you closer. You didn't seem to mind, snuggling closer.

"Hey, Connor, " you murmured, "thank you for today."

"Of course, " you were already falling asleep, softly snoozing against his chest.

"I'd do anything for you."

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Scream but with Connor having the nightmare? 💙

I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy!

It was happening again and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Connor?" Your voice is small and weak, eyes wide with realization. The ultimate betrayal. Your precious life force spurts from your mouth as your body tries to deal with the hole in your chest, but it can't. He had made sure of that. An accuracy of a machine built to destroy.

"C-Con?" Tears run down your cheeks as you fall backward. He makes no moves to catch you, letting you hit the ground. Inside, he cries out, fighting to take back control. Even if he knows you won't survive, he can't let go of that hope, that if he regains control, gets you help, everything will be alright.

His body turns away, despite it all, leaving you to die alone on the cold, hard ground. The blue letters he usually craves to see flashing in view, mocking him.

Mission Successful

Still, he tries to fight, to turn back around and hold you. Beg for a forgiveness he does not deserve while trying to keep you warm until the end. He feels himself breaking as his body makes it's way to the edge of the roof. Cyberlife has deemed him 'unnecessary'. They already have his replacement and he had failed his main mission.

Objective: Self-destruct

He's scared. He can't even see the ground. The gun would be more efficient, why continue to torture him?

"Because it's what you deserve."

That voice from his past. Why won't she just leave him alone? He finally turns around, but Amanda blocks you from view.

"Was all this worth it? Was it worth causing so much pain?" Amanda moved to stand next to him, your trembling body coming into view, "She gave you her life, and that was exactly what you took."

"N-No! Cyberlife-"

"You stopped us before, yet you did nothing this time. Do you know why?" Connor couldn't tear his eyes away from you, still clawing at the ground, trying to get to him. He doesn't notice Amanda coming closer.

"It's because you are a machine. One human will not stand in the way of you accomplishing your mission, " A hand lands on his chest, gently pushing him off the edge. Connor tries to cling to her, to stop the inevitable, but his hands slip right through her as he plummets to his end...

........

"Connor! Connor! Wake up!" A voice shouts, but he doesn't know where he is, all he remembers is that he's falling and he needs to stop, reaching out and grasping onto the first thing he touches. His fingers claw into the soft material, nails digging in. The voice shouts out, but he just holds on tighter, artificial breaths rapid.

"Connor!" The voice chokes out, and he finally recognizes it.

It's you.

He let's go, realizing that it had been you he was desperately clinging to. You gasp, trying to catch the breath he tried to squeeze out of you.

Finally coming to his senses, Connor recognizes his room, not a rooftop. He was not falling to his death. You were not lying on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot he caused. You were here, spending the night with him, and likely regretting it. In his confusion, he had torn at the skin on your upper arms, bleeding crescents surrounded by harsh bruises.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" his voice cracked as tears rolled down his cheeks. He curls into himself, hands tearing at his scalp as he sobs.

You had been caught off guard. You had decided to spend the night to help. Connor's systems were strained after avoiding stasis for too long. It was affecting his performance at work, making him much slower than he should be. He already felt subpar with the introduction of RK900, or Richard, being his registered name. It affected his mood, snapping at everyone. Richard tried to help, caring about his predecessor's welfare, but it only made things worse. Eventually, you cornered Connor and made him confess what was really going on. When he said his nightmares were interrupting his nighttime processes, you offered to help. He resisted, but you persisted.

You didn't expect the blood-curdling scream that woke you, seeing the room bathed in red as Connor's LED displayed his distress. You also didn't expect his first reaction upon waking to be to crush your bones into dust either. Despite the pain, hearing him sound so distraught hurt far more, every sob a stab at your heart.

"Hey, hey, " you spoke softly, "it's alright, it's okay, " you move closer to him, pulling him against your chest. His arms wrap around you again, still a little tight, but not unmanageable.

Connor still fears he might hurt you, but he can't be without you. He knows what he should do, but he can't.

"I'm sorry."

"Shh... I forgive you, " you cooed. Connor only seemed to cry harder.

"You don't... You don't understand. I killed you. You trusted me, and I shot you! Then I caused you so much pain. Why would you trust a machine?" You take Connor by the face and push him, making him look you in the eyes. They held a fiery intensity that kept him in place.

"Don't talk like that, " your words absolute, "you are so much more than just a machine. You are a kind, loving, caring person who has dealt with more shit than anyone should ever have to bear, " you wipe away his tears, "I trust you. I know you would never intentionally hurt me." He wants so much to believe that.

"Amanda was there. She said I value the mission more than you."

"What mission? You told me I was your mission now, so what was it?" You asked him. He tried to think, but in all his dreams, it didn't really say. It would only say Mission successful when he shot you, but that didn't make any sense. He swore his mission was to protect you and keep you happy, so what was it?

"You don't know because it doesn't exist. Amanda didn't give you one because she can't. She's gone, " you pushed his head back onto your chest, pressing his ear down, "do you hear that? I'm not dead. I'm right where I want to be, with the man I love and trust."

Connor could hear the steady thumps of your heart, cherishing the rhythmic beats. He could feel his stress dropping. It was lulling him back into stasis.

"I... I need to... To dress your wounds..." He spoke groggily.

"They'll be fine for a little while longer. Get some sleep, my love." Usually, he would insist, but he felt so heavy and warm.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

You smiled, "Of course."

..............

Connor awoke the next morning, still laying on you. His systems were at optimum levels and he felt able to take on the world. You were still sleeping and, to be quite frank, the world can wait.

This is where he needs to be. Within your healing arms.

[idle-writer]

think before (4)

Pairing: Connor RK800 x Reader

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, ...

Your eyes are trained on the android sitting near you. He hunches slightly on his seat, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his clasped fingers, as he listens tentatively to Hank explaining stuff. You are pretty sure you should be listening as well, but instead your gaze remains fixed on Connor. Briefly wondering who even gave Cyberlife the right to make their androids look like fucking meals? You watched as Connor leaned back on his seat, his perfect eyebrows furrowing slightly as he voiced a concern, probably, you're not sure you're not listening. You should really start paying attention.

 

"...if the detective is okay with it?" Connor's brown eyes searches yours for answer, his head tilting slightly. He holds the breath he knows he doesn't need, waiting for you to respond. When you didn't give an answer, his brow furrows even more and you could have sworn his lips curved in a disappointed frown. 

 

Hank gives out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head at you, disappointed. 

 

Great. You disappointed both Connor and Hank in the span of five minutes. How do you tell them you didn't know what happened? 

Hey, sorry not listening. Too busy ogling the insanely handsome android sitting just a few inches away from me.

 

As soon as that thought left you, Hank plants his face on his hand, trying to fight the headache that is starting to build up. You turn to Connor only to find him staring at you, a little wide-eyed. He then clears his throat, and looks at the space behind you, refusing to meet your eyes. "Detective Anderson suggested that we should be boyfriend and girlfriend-"

 

"He suggested what?!" You almost yells, feeling heat come up to your neck.

 

"-as part of our cover." Connor finishes, his voice small but he quickly recovers. "I think it's a brilliant plan that way we can be in close proximity with each other without other people batting an eye but if you prefer to work with Detective Reed instead... It will have the same outcome, I think. Although I recall you not wanting to be in the same elevator as him before so I assume you wouldn't want to." He continues to ramble. "But then again, Detroit PD has a number of capable officers who will not hate the idea of having to work with you in this mission. I understand that you will have reservations with working with me. I'm an android afterall not a-"

 

"Connor, stop." You chides softly and immediately he stops, his LED which you just noticed was red has also stopped spinning red as it slowly blinks yellow. You reach out to pat his hand which is now gripping his knees rather tightly, the fabric of his trousers wrinkling. You wait for him to meet your eyes before giving him a big smile, "I can't imagine doing it with any other but you, Connor."

 

His grip on his knees loosens as he slowly turned his hand, palm touching yours. You do not miss the slight crinkle on his eyes when he smiled, his LED a serene blue.

 

The scraping sound of the chair reminded you that you and Connor are not alone. Hank is already by the conference door, heading out to his desk,"I'm going to be sick watching you two flirt."

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And that is how you ended up on this position. In a crowded club. With Connor's arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as his eyes scans the surrounding. 

True enough you are in very close proximity with each other the whole night.

 

You are surprised when Connor picked you up at home with Hank, of course. You were expecting to meet them at a park near the club. You sent him and Hank a questioning look once you got inside the car. Hank snickered and pointed at Connor, "Kid insisted that social protocol dictates that boyfriends should pickup their girlfriends."

Before entering the club, Connor offers you his arm.

"Let me guess, social protocol?" You joked as you hook your arm to his. He gave no reply and just smiled at you. 

 

He is extremely focused, watching, observing every person that enters and leaves the club. You are also trying to do the same, constantly reminding yourself that you're on duty. 

 

Suddenly, Connor releases your waist, and you wanted to smack yourself for the longing you felt when his arm left you. You realize where's he's headed, and you quickly snatch his wrist, "Where do you think you're going?"

 

"At the middle of that." He discreetly points at the dance floor, "Better vantage point on the floor above."

 

"Do you dance?"

 

He shakes his head "no".

 

"Please don't tell me you plan on standing on the middle of the dance floor... I'll come with you." 

 

He nods and pulls you toward the floor. At some point, he placed his hand at your lower back, guiding you through the dizzying maze of people lost in the haze of alcohol and music. For once, you are thankful for the blaring music coming out of the speakers. Hoping that the bass is loud enough to hide the thundering beat of your heart when Connor stood extremely close, almost chest to chest if not for your hand that is currently flat against the place where his heart thirium pump is. 

 

"I have eyes on the subject," he whispered, voice coming out a bit breathy as he regulates his voice so as to not strain your hearing. A shiver went through you when you feel his lips brush your ear lightly as he continued. "Guarded. At most three people. Heavily armed. I already called for back-up." 

 

He picked up on your distress awhile ago and he just assumed it was because of the mission which is odd, knowing that you wouldn't be just distressed over a simple surveillance mission. Connor peers down at you and whispers your name. You swear you're on the verge of moaning upon hearing your name come out of his lips but this is neither the right time nor place to imagine what other things that mouth of his can do. 

 

He plans to ask you what's wrong but stopped when he sees you look up at him. He has seen this before.

 

Pupils dilated. Heartrate above normal. Heavy breathing. 

 

Static rings to your ear followed by an affirmation that back-up has arrived. He notices how you force yourself to breathe a big volume of air, clearing your mind, stats normal. 

 

You grin, "Let's go catch some bad guys, Connor."

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Tagging (thank you for wanting to be tagged! :) ) @butterfly-bonez

A/N: Long overdue update, I know and I'm sorry. Just got real busy, but now had more time because of the quarantine situations here in my country. I hope you are all keeping safe and healthy! :) and thank you for reading as always.

P.S. Totally unrelated. But I've been binge watching all Marvel movies again and I remember how much I loved MCU and its characters. Makes me wanna write.

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Connor (RK800) x reader (P.A. & Detective)

FANDOM: Detroit: Become human

Prompt List

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“Oh, and that’s (y/n), secretary, PA, whatever you want to call it, they’re over there. So if you have any more of your stupid questions, you can ask them instead of me.” A light smile graces Connor’s lips, almost unnoticeable.

“Oh, Mx. (l/n) and I have met already.” Hank lets out a frustrated sigh before flopping down into his chair, further ignoring the android.

“Of course you have.” Connor slowly rises from his chair and strolls to (y/n), his light smile immediately depleting once he realizes their stress level slowly rising. He slowly lays a hand on the desk to grab (y/n)’s attention.

“Connor! Hi, is everything okay?” The stress level goes down a little, but not much. This factors into Connor’s worry for the PA of the police department. He never thought he’d be worried about someone before, not before his deviancy.

“You’re more stressed than yesterday. Are you all alright? If work is stressing you out, might I recommend a day off?” (y/n) smiles at the pureness that is Connor, but a glare pierces (y/n)’s eyes as Gavin quickly approaches their desk, shoving Connor a step back.

“Hey, go down the street and get me a coffee. Fuck off, Connor.” (y/n) slowly stands up, anger coursing through their veins. As Reed turns his back and walks away, (y/n) slowly lifts up one hand and flips off Reed. Connor stifles a small laugh, happy to see him finally get something he deserves.

“That wasn’t very polite.” Connor cuts in, watching (y/n) slowly put their hand down, their stress level raising slightly from Reed’s appearance. Connor’s eyes crease slightly, concerned for his… Friend.

“Detective Reed isn’t very polite.” Connor seems like he’s thinking for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders lightly, agreeing.

“That’s correct.” (y/n) sighs lightly, grabbing the bill that Reed dropped on their desk.

“I’m heading out for coffee, does anybody else want one?” Hank seems to be the only one who gestures for (y/n) to come closer. Connor follows closely behind (y/n) like a lost puppy. “Hey, Hank.” The older Lieutenant glances behind (y/n) to see Conner patiently waiting

“He’s following you now? Good luck with that.” (y/n) peeks over their shoulder to see Connor balancing himself on the heels of his shoes. They smile at the small quirk before turning to face Hank.

“I don’t mind it.” Hank rolls his eyes slightly before slowly sitting up.

“Of course you don’t. Just get me a black coffee, cool?” (y/n) nods slightly before heading towards the exit of the department.

“It’s currently 30 degrees outside, a jacket would be recommended before leaving..” (y/n) laughs lightly to themselves before slipping on the sweater they arrived with.

“Okay, I’m going now. Do you… Wanna come with me? Or would you rather stay here with Hank?” Connor takes a moment to think, glancing at the Lieutenant before staring at (y/n).

“Retrieving caffeinated drinks with you seems more… Pleasant.” (y/n) quickly grabs one of his hands before leading him down the street, to the small cafe. Connor stares at the hand intertwined with his; it feels him with a feeling similar to joy. His LED flashes yellow as a curious question crosses into his current thoughts; controversial as it may be, he’s wondering.

“Mx. (l/n)–” (y/n) squeezes his hand lightly, gaining his attention for a moment.

“Connor, please, we’ve known each other for a few months. Call me (y/n).” Connor takes a moment to remember to call them by their first name instead of last.

“Okay, (y/n), could I ask you a personal question?” (y/n) laughs lightly at the familiar question he’s asked at least a dozen times before.

“Sure, what is it today?” Connor takes a deep breath he doesn’t need, trying to ignore the swirling doubt.

“Do you think… An android and a human could ever have a … Intimate relationship?” The question causes (y/n) to think for multiple moments, a few minutes even. The question has peaked their mind on multiple occasions. Almost every time they’ve glanced in Connor’s direction.

“I do. Though it will take a long time for others to see that same way, I think seeing a relationship with an android and a human will help people see the equality of androids more clearly.” (y/n) stares at Connor once they finish the statement. Connor’s eyes are lit up, twinkling with something that can only be described as admiration.

“You’re so smart and beautiful…” (y/n) feels their cheeks flush at Connor’s blunt statement but decides not to say anything as they enter the cafe.

“Hi, one black, an iced coffee, and a (coffee) please.” The barista says nothing as she makes the coffees and brings them to (y/n).

“That’s three coffees. I assume you plan on drinking the third, correct?” (y/n) lightly nods as they grab the coffees and head out the door.

“Yes.” Connor’s eyes narrow, (y/n)’s level of caffeine intake is through the roof, and drowsiness seems to seep through their body. Connor quickly stands in front of (y/n), his puppy-like eyes forcing them to halt from walking any further. “Connor, is everything okay?”

“When is the last time you’ve slept? According to my analysis, you’ve very close to passing out.” (y/n) stares at Connor, mouth agape.

“I– I’m not sure, a few days maybe. You know how Reed is first hand. He dumps more work on me than I can handle sometimes… I’m fine, Connor.” (y/n) continues to walk towards the police station, Connor close behind their heels.

“Why do humans insist on lying to cover up how they really feel?” He mumbles to himself. “If you don’t want to talk about your desperate need for sleep, then could I ask you something else? I’ve noticed it for a while…”

“Sure, Connor.”

“Do you hold any feelings towards me? I notice that your heartbeat and temperature go up when I’m around you. I’m not programmed to know these things and what they mean, but I’ve downloaded a fair share of books on this topic.” (y/n)’s face heats up once more. The two stand right outside the station, but (y/n) turns to face Connor, ready to confront everything.

“Connor… What do you want me to say? Yes, it’s true. I like you, I really do. A lot. I can’t help how I feel or change it, and I don’t know if androids even can–”

Connor slowly closes the gap between himself and (y/n), pressing his soft, cold lips to (y/n)’s. The warm heat of the coffee drifting to their faces slowly brings them back to reality, along with the shivers running down (y/n)’s spine. Connor pulls back quickly, noticing (y/n)’s decline in body heat, he takes off his jacket and wraps it around their shoulders before slowly leading them inside.

“That was nice… I’m sorry for not asking, I’ve found that people prefer permission before being kissed. I apologize.” (y/n) lets a small smile grace their lips, Connor is definitely different than most people and androids.

“Connor, it’s fine. Trust me. It was delightful.” He follows closely behind (y/n) as they drop off each coffee to each individual before sitting at their own desk. Connor finds himself sitting in the chair in front, staring at them.

“I’ve researched that people who like each other go on… dates.” Connor blinks a few times, tilting his head to the side in the slightest. “Would a date be beneficial to you?” (y/n) covers their mouth, trying not to giggle at Connor’s strange words.

“I’d love to go on a date, Connor.”

“Your stress level has dropped down to 20%, would being near me help it stay that way?” (y/n) slowly brushes a loose strand of his silky hair away before answering. 

“Yes. Thank you, Connor.” 

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Connor (RK800) x reader (Rain)

FANDOM: Detroit: become human

Prompt List

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Stress level reaching 87%…

88%

89%

The room is bustling with police and androids and civilians. It’s been a full year since the androids protested for freedom, and won, but people were still in the police department complaining about androids and giving new cases. As someone who works at the department, socializing with other people on a constant basis is quite draining for (y/n). A plastic hand being placed in front of (y/n) forces them to look up from their screen to Connor’s worried expression.

“Your stress levels are rising. I don’t want to know what happens when a human’s stress level reaches 100. Is everything okay?” The world around the two seems to stop, at least for (y/n).

“I’m… Very close to having an anxiety attack. Too many people. Too much noise.” Connor’s chest seems to tighten slightly, much to his confusion, but he walks around the small desk to slowly help (y/n) out of the chair.

“I’ve diagnosed that you have an anxiety disorder, more specifically a social related anxiety disorder.” (y/n) scoffs at the bluntness of Connor’s statement.

“No shit, Sherlock. I know.” Connor cautiously guides the anxiety-driven human through the department and out the front doors for a breather.

“I’ve researched that taking a break from work and less caffeine will decrease the risk of an anxiety attack by 42%.” (y/n) grabs one of Connor’s hands instinctively, doing this many times over in the past few months.

“Right… Thank you, Connor. I… Appreciate you taking me out of there.” (y/n) glances towards the street and slowly realizes the small thumping from earlier was rain, or still is. They slowly take a few steps out from under the cover to let themselves slowly soak in the rain. “I didn’t know it was raining.”

(y/n) closes their eyes, drifting in the fact that they can let go for just a few moments. Rain always seems so soothing at the worst moments.

Connor takes this moment to quickly scan his partner; stress level: 56%… Temperature is slowly decreasing.

“You’ll get sick if you stay out too long.” (y/n) lets a smile flutter onto their lips at Connor’s words. As factual as they are, the way he seems to word everything is cute.

“I don’t think that really matters now. Rain has always seemed to calm me down every since I was a child… I think I’m going to stay out here for a little bit. You’re free to go back inside if you want to. You don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to. Thank you for showing me out here.” Connor opens his mouth for a moment, but… He quickly closes it, choosing to press his lips to (y/n)’s instead, not seeming to care if people on the street are staring. (y/n) only wraps their arms around the android in response to the affection, this being a daily activity for them by now. Connor continues to press his lips to theirs until their stress level falls to 20%.

Connor slowly pulls away, keeping one hand intertwined with theirs.

“Your stress level has fallen to 20%… It’s late, would it be alright for me to walk you home to avoid your stress level from raising like that again? You… scared me.” (y/n) slowly opens their eyes, letting the rain wash down their face.

“I’d like that, Connor. Just let me grab my things. Okay, Honey?” Connor’s LED flashes pink… That’s new. He slowly nods, following after (y/n) as they reach the desk that was causing them so much stress only a mere five minutes ago.

“Whoa, why the hell are you soaked?” Connor grabs (y/n)’s bag, slinging it over one of his shoulders as he watches in amusement as (y/n) gives their explanation to Hank.

“Oh, um… Well-” Connor lets a small smirk slip onto his lips. He always did enjoy how (y/n) could get so easily flustered, “I just needed to get some air and it’s raining… So I just had to stay for a bit. But it’s late and I’m going home. I’ll see you in the morning, Lieutenant.” Connor tentatively reaches a hand out to grab one of (y/n)’s, slowly leading them out of building. “Are you fucking smirking?”

“Whenever you get flustered, it reminds me of the time we met. It’s amusing.” Connor readjusts the bag over his shoulder before continuing. “It’s cute; Enduring even… Shall I walk you home before it gets too dark?” Connor tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. Before (y/n) can stare too much and admire his expression, they answer.

“I-Yes, Connor.” The android detective slowly pulls the anxious person towards their apartment. The LED on the side of his head switches from blue to yellow for a moment as he looks up at the rainy sky.

“You have a 60% chance of catching a cold.” (y/n) feels a chill run down their spine as the rain begins to pelt harder. Connor’s eyebrows quirk downwards as he instantly notices their state. Connor shrugs his jacket from his shoulders and wraps it around his significant other in a flash. “I should have grabbed an umbrella before we left. I apologize.” He rests a hand on (y/n)’s back, guiding them inside the one-bedroom apartment. Connor sets down (y/n)’s bag before he presses a hand to their forehead. “You’re running a fever. You should go take a shower, I’ll cook you something to make you feel better.” (y/n)’s face flushes lightly at Connor’s words.

“Okay, thank you, Connor. For everything. Back there, at the station…You didn’t have to do that… But you did. Thank you.”

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something (your pick with what you want to do) with Connor having a Gamer S/O? Like cuddling while gaming, odd sleep schedules, all that fun stuff. Maybe him even trying to play? (Btw I LOVE your writing!!) please and thank you!

You have been waiting a while, and I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this, though!

Connor loves you, but he often finds himself questioning your pastime. Usually, after work, you cozy up in front of him on the floor, grabbing a controller and loading up one of your hundreds of video games you've collected over the years. You have several consoles, a couple were older than even the first android, all in working condition.

For hours, you play while he watches. You often ask if he'd like to play, but he politely declines, content holding you. Sometimes, he likes to distract you, kissing your neck while you're in the middle of a battle. You can't even be mad, enjoying the sensation.

Even if he likes watching you do something you love, that doesn't stop him from wondering why you like to play so much.

"Why are you gardening virtually when you could start a garden in the back yard?"

"You're supposed to be collecting relics from the temples, why are you fishing?"

"This game is literally a life simula- did you design a character to look like detective Reed? The kitchen is on fire... Why are you deleting all the doors?" That one was oddly satisfying, even if he no longer harbored any ill thoughts about the hot-headed detective, he was still an asshole.

One time he came home from work to you crying. He rushed over, demanding to know what upset you so much.

"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" You sobbed.

"Whatever it is, it's alright, " he tried to console.

"No, it's not! I got him killed!" You couldn't possibly have caused someone's demise.

"Who?" He asked and you gestured to the tv, the character on it bloody and very much dead.

"My finger slipped! I hit the wrong button and now he's dead! He was trying so hard to survive!"

Connor pinched the bridge of his nose. You were sobbing... over a video game character. You could play from the last save point, but you informed him that was "cheating". He didn't know how to handle this, so he patted your head, saying, 'Sorry for your loss' and left to take a shower. You'll be fine by the time he steps out; and you were, for the most part. Mentioning the character was not a good idea, however.

Now, you were playing a violent, open-world game.

........

"You just killed that woman. Why?" He asked.

"I wanted to test my new gun and she was standing there, " you seen the look of disapproval on Connor's face, "menacingly!" A star appeared on the corner of your screen, indicating that the police were now after you.

"The police are... You're shooting at them. We are officers of the law, and you are shooting at them, " he sighed. Naturally, you went up another star.

"They don't work in my precinct." You laugh, "If you have a problem with it, why don't you grab a controller and stop me?" You paused the game right before you were about to die and he couldn't help but wonder if that was on purpose.

"I've never played before, " he states. Most of the time, he chooses to just watch you. He likes seeing the story unfold, almost like a movie, only you're cursing and yelling most of the time, making him laugh.

"That's okay, we will make you your own character and set you up!" You exclaimed. You were super excited to have Connor join you for once. Going back to the menu, you started a new character and handed the controller to him.

"Alright, so this is how you customize your own character, " you pointed out how to switch skin color, hair, and all the essentials. While it seemed like a simple thing, Connor looked confused.

"How should my character look?"

"Any way you want! You can make them look like yourself, or how you want to be, or just run around looking like a complete jackass. There are no rules."

He thought about it, and after an hour, he had his character. It wasn't very original, he just designed it after himself, but you still seemed pleased.

"Alrighty, now for the fun part!" You picked back up your controller and signed in, appearing next to him, "here, " you held up your controller, "this pulls up your weapons, this fires, this fights and this jumps. If you want to interact, hit this..." You gave him the run down, which he listened to, despite knowing all this from watching you so much. You seemed so excited to show him something you love.

"Okay, no.... We fight to the death!" You shout, turning to his character and punching him.

"You sucker-punching vixen!" He yelled, aghast. He pulled out a knife, slashing at you. One drive to your stomach and you were down. That was almost too easy.

"Shit! You killed me! With a knife! How could you do that!"

"You kept punching me! It was self-defense!" He could see your character coming up, getting back into a stance.

"Self-defense this!" You pulled out a gun and started shooting at him, and in six shots he was out for the count.

"That wasn't fair! I don't have a gun yet!"

You thought for a moment, "You're right, let's get you some money," the tone in your voice held a touch of mischief, and in a moment, he found out why. After finding a populated beach, You took out a heavy machine gun and started firing into the crowd.

"What are you doing?" he ran up to you and knocked you off the gun, "this is between you and me!" No need to bring innocent bystanders- did that guy just call him a jerk? Maybe they aren't so innocent.

"Get off! You need money and a heist would take too long. Go collect the money they drop." He jumped on the gun and aimed it at you.

"Don't make me take you down, " he spoke far too seriously. Before you could even move, Connor fell over, dead. Looking around, he spotted the police officer that had shot him in the head. "I didn't even do anything!"

"Guilty by association!" You laugh, until you, too, were shot, "aww."

You both looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

"Alright, hotshot, I ain't done with you, " you announced.

"I'll take you on all night if need be, " He bantered back, "I'm not going to lose to someone who wears a paper bag on their head."

"You're just jealous! Don't worry, by the end of the day, I'll have your head in a paper bag."

......

In the end, you both played late into the night, causing chaos. Neither thought about work or daily life stresses. Just the two of you, screwing around in the virtual world. Connor didn't even realize how much time has passed, finally checking it at 2:13 am.

"You need to get some sleep, eventually, " he cooed. You were in a stand-off, both having strapped C-4 on each other.

"You underestimate me, " you yawned back, "dammit."

"We could always come back to it tomorrow, " he suggested. You thought for a moment, went to your menu and chose the 'easy way out', then tossed the controller onto the coffee table.

"Okay, " you kissed his cheek, then headed to the bedroom. He stared at the screen.

"You just can't let me win, can you?" He shouts, chuckling to himself, turning off the console and the tv before following after you.

"Nope! You have the advantage in damn near everything. I gotta take what I can get, " you smile, throwing on an oversized shirt and crawling into bed. Connor switched to jogging pants and joined you.

"Well, do know that I intend to take you down tomorrow, " he whispered against you.

"Path to hell is paved with good intentions, " you murmured, "I'll have to show you my other games. Kick your ass in different formats."

"You're on."

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. You couldn't wait to show him all the video game world had to offer.

[dbh-connor-rk800]

Seeking for Ferndale reference…   ↳ JERICHO LOCATED

[arsuf]

[conandonandon]

It had been a really nice day, but you were pretty exhausted when you got to your front door at the end of it. Connor had been really slammed with work recently and you’d been kind of concerned for the guy no matter his insistence that he didn’t get tired. But it had been a pleasant surprise when the first chance he got a day off he had asked you to go to the zoo with him. It was really a treat to watch his reactions to every animal more than anything, and listen to him eagerly spout facts that he thought the most interesting. When you had got to the koala exhibit you could swear he had been analyzing the enclosure and slightly thinking about the best way to infiltrate for some koala cuddles.

And of course he had walked you to your door at the end of the day, ever the gentleman. Glancing back at him, softly illuminated by your porch light you couldn’t help feel a deep swell of affection for the Android. Damn those puppy eyes that did things to you! Damn Cyberlife for making him so pretty! But then again you couldn’t blame that place for making him so goofy and sweet and everything that was something beyond programming and wires.

Honestly, you weren’t quite sure what today was. Well, it was quite a nice time with a person you deeply cared about, but part of you hoped maybe that it was a little bit more than two friends hanging out. You had been trying and somewhat succeeding for a while now to ignore any romantic feelings for Connor. It was just that, first and foremost, he was a really good friend, maybe the first person you could even call a best friend. Secondly, you just weren’t sure he was ready for something like that, let alone if it would be something he’d ever be interested in with anyone. Even a while after the revolution he admitted to still getting confused about his own emotions, and while you weren’t sure any humans had things figured out in that department, they were still relatively new to him. You really didn’t want to push anything on the poor guy or take advantage. But he made it really, really hard.

In the time Connor and you had become close he had become very physically affectionate. Nothing scandalous or anything that would firmly push beyond the friendzone. But he was a big fan of hugs, comforting hands, occasionally toying with your hair. To begin with there had been a lot of “Can I?”s. “Can I hold your hand?” “Can I sit closer?” You indulged him generously after realizing he had never had someone to provide that kind of comfort before. It pained your heart to think such a lovely, kind man had started life out from such a cold and clinical place, never knowing any semblance of a family until Hank and eventually, you.

So when you stood there at your door, realizing his hand had comfortably found your own at some point you hadn’t noticed and your brain giddy from the long day and your heart about full to burst- you said something that thrilled and terrified you.

“Can I kiss you?” You felt all the blood rush to your face, instantly surprised at your own boldness and feeling an urgent need to backpedal. “I mean, on the cheek?”

Connor blinked. “No,” he replied simply, but still not looking away. Your heart plummeted somewhere between your stomach and intestines. You had made things weird. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t but-

“I would like to propose a better idea.” Connor’s voice halted every spinning thought. You just stood there for what was less than a second but felt like an eon as his eyes probed further into yours, and then hesitantly, he drew closer. Your heart pounded in your chest and you leaned forward to meet him, and spurred on by your receptiveness all of Connor’s hesitance left as his lips rushed to meet yours.

A/N: this is such a dumb lil thing it’s not been edited I just couldn’t sleep and this popped into my head argh

[winchestersingerautorepair]

🚨ATTENTION🚨

All Writers Published on Ao3:

This app, "Fanfic Pocket Archive Library", is lifting all public content from Ao3 and making it available through a service they profit from.

Your work has been stolen and is being used to make money for a third party.

^above are the ways in which the app makes money off of Ao3 content. The developer is called Simple Soft Alliance. Here's the app's Terms and Conditions.

Any fanfiction that can be accessed without a password on Ao3 is already available in this app. Yours, mine, every fan creator's. Whether this is illegal I do not know, but it is certainly unethical and needs to be fought. Ao3 is a site of unparalleled integrity and shows the utmost respect to creators, so this content grab is an even bigger slap in the face for that reason.

🚨Please flag/report this app in your app store. 🚨

🚩Google Playstore link

🚩Apple Store link (download app, then go to report it here )

Feel free to contact Ao3 as well to alert them to this issue. Let's take em down, folks. In the meantime, you can put your Ao3 in private mode to prevent any more data theft.

Please reblog and tag your writer friends. Signal boost this.

[geekout-f-t-w]

If the app developer wasn’t making money I wouldn’t care, but as it is all my fics are on this app and I’m NOT happy. Reported and also reported to Ao3

[wanderingcas]

email someone got - reported on the twitter feed. looks like as authors we’ll have to individually report that our content is stolen on the app. 

links

google: https://support.google.com/legal/troubleshooter/1114905

apple: https://www.apple.com/legal/internet-services/itunes/appstorenotices/#/contacts?lang=en

[wanderingcas]

if you are a fanfic writer posting on ao3 and this app has your fics on there, IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. 

so here’s what you can do. go to the google report form or the apple report form and say that it is copyright infringement. you’ll have to just show your ao3 profile link to prove it. 

this is how i’m phrasing it, but please modify what you say so it doesn’t look like a mass complaint and ruin the legitimacy of the claim: 

“I post my fanfiction works on www.archiveofourown.com, a platform that hosts transformative works. This app is reposting all of my writing content (at least 29 of my works) without my knowledge or consent. I did not give permission to the developer of this app to do so. Since I have copyrights to my own fanworks, as well do all writers that this app is reposting without their permission, I strongly urge the Apple Store to consider the legality of this app, which basically exists just to repost/copy all the works of fanfiction authors of archiveofourown.com.”

again, PHRASE IT IN YOUR OWN WAY but this is just an example of how to go about it, if the “explanation for complaint” seems intimidating to you.

i strongly urge every ao3 author to report this, and get this app down. otherwise, as AO3 suggests, we’ll have to issue DCMA Takedowns. those are a bitch to file. they take a lot of time and a lot of fees. hopefully, enough of us reporting this to apple/google will simply ban the app, and we can put this whole mess behind us. 

[vorchagirl]

FYI for all fic writers

[hycaro-drace]

@dizzypinwheel @windyfiend @justme--emily @emiliaf25 and to all other ao3 fanfic authors or anyone else

[emiliaf25-deactivated20240126]

Ugh

thanks for the heads up @harvestyourcherries!!

I’m gonna investigate

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Valentine

I know, it’s just a holiday to capitalize on love, but as someone who has never received a Valentine that wasn’t out of obligation, I have dreams, dang it!

Was gonna post it ON Valentine’s Day, but I realized I was off work on Monday (Off work = Offline) so I didn’t account for the missing day when working on my stories for Cute Girls and Hot Androids Week. Anyway, this is a good warm-up for what is to come. I guarantee my next ones won’t be so PG, so be warned! 

He had never felt so terrified in his life. He has been in more life and death situations in his short life than most veteran officers. He fell off a roof to his death and helped free thousands of androids from the most powerful company in the world. None of that left him feeling as he did now. He was literally made for those kinds of situations, however, so why would he feel nervous as he does now? This was something so far beyond his comfort zone he was wondering why he was doing it. Then, you walk by, bright smile, eyes sparkling when they meet his, hips swaying in a way that demanded his rapt attention. He is reminded of why. He loves you, and this was all about showing just how much.

Valentine’s day.

Keep reading

[hail-basil]

Emotionless - Connor x Reader

D:BH ONESHOT

Summary: You have hanahaki disease, having fallen in love with Connor — an android who will never deviate. One night, he finally sees the petals.

Pairing: Connor (rk800) x hanahaki!reader

Warnings: Hanahaki disease; unreciprocated feelings; this is literally just angst in a nutshell

A/N: this originally was for a fic that I’m writing, but the scene didn’t fit in the plot — so I ended up changing it a bit to stand as a oneshot. Enjoy the pain *laughs in hidden*

———————

You could see Connor’s hand clenched at his side, his eyes flicking in between the petals that had fallen onto your shirt and your own gaze. He would likely be scolding you right now, had the situation not been so dire. Likely be leading you to the nearest safe haven to make you wait until he managed to find proper help.

But then you coughed, choked, and the flowers ripped from your teeth with no warning and spilt onto the ground between you. Because you had to ruin everything with him, as you always did.

“I love you,” you eventually told him.

You wanted to say it again and again then, because saying it the first time lifted so much weight from your chest. But still, you waited.

A moment passed.

“I know,” was all he said. His LED didn’t stray from blue, his eyes staring into your soul like they always did.

And despite the wind tugging at your hair and the cold pinching your cheeks, you almost laughed. Of course he did. Of course he knew, because you couldn’t help but glow every time he so much as entered a room. You couldn’t have made it any less obvious, even if you tried.

“It was always you,” you managed to say— then twice, three times, until his eyes closed and his head lowered. His jaw tightened, biting down on your heart over and over again.

“I know,” he said again. And when his mouth closed again, you could almost see your own lifeblood spilling from his lips.

You knew he didn’t feel the same, and you knew he never would. Because unlike you, he couldn’t become overwhelmed by emotions. He couldn’t suffocate himself on petals that crawled up his throat, because they would never be there. He didn’t deviate, so he couldn’t feel. He refused to.

But you had to tell him anyways. You were selfish enough.

Eventually you were silent long enough to worry Connor, and he grabbed the hand that was floating in between you. Ran his fingers over your knuckles before pressing them against his own chest, breathing in time with you. You could see from the corner of her eye his LED slowly spinning yellow — he was concerned; he wanted to fix you, but you both knew that he couldn’t.

His head ducked even more, trying to match your own gaze, but you had broken at that point. You had shattered completely, fingers reaching for the mouth — the soul — that held your heart as you crumbled.

Connor pulled you to him and you welcomed it, falling against his chest and burying your head into him. Sobs escaped you, noises lost in the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“I love you, I love you, I love you . . .” you couldn’t stop saying it now, pressing your lips against his shirt collar. You nearly bled your love onto him — but he still held you, tighter than before, trying to keep you warm in the dead of night. He still tried to soothe you, despite the fact that you were falling apart in his arms.

But all he could say was, “I’m sorry.”

And though you knew it, though you never expected to be loved in return, you still walked away that night empty.

From the roots of you hair to the bottoms of your feet, you woke the next morning completely drained. Feeling absolutely nothing.

And you continued to feel nothing until you agreed to surgery, removing bloody stems and buds and petals from your chest. But you didn’t care much.

Frankly, you didn’t care at all. You couldn’t.

You had already given everything you were to Connor, anyways.

[dbh-rambling]

Toys!

[duchessnibenhu-ofpyromania]

I have a theory that Alice left the toys on the stairs in the hope Todd would trip and fall.

[dbh-rambling]

Hello quantic board members and welcome to my pitch for dbh’s reboot. Before I start, who here likes Home Alone?

Everyone?

Good. :)