she/her | tired uni student⚙️| 19
mainly just here for the vibes and to nerd out! (and to hold myself accountable to draw more to keep myself sane)
enjoy!!
Connor and Hank becoming extremely attached to each other as a trauma response. Neither of them can let the other out of their sight for very long before they start itching. Hank is a little better about hiding it while Connor suffers from extreme separation anxiety. Fowler tries to split them up for something and it was a disaster. He never tried it again. They both have a little note in their files that says ‘DO NOT SEPARATE’
If Connor is out late, Hanks going to start spiraling thinking something’s happened. He’ll start calling his first responder buddies asking if anything’s happened.
If for whatever reason Connor can’t track Hanks phone, he’s gonna start panicking. And panicking turns into a very ugly emotion that makes him not very pleasant to be around.
They both have to set up a little safety system so they can go out and be alone without the other crashing out immediately
Based loosely on this post I made a while back. Not proofread besties sorry.
Summary: Connor gets peer pressured into talking to some cowgirl sitting at the bar
Warnings for alcohol consumption and some lewd dialogue
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It’s not very often that you go out, much less to a bar. But the show season is officially over, so everyone thought it appropriate to celebrate. Patrons’ eyes followed your posse the moment you stepped in, focused on your chaps and the way your spurs jingle with each step. You’d wanted to change, get out of your show clothes, but no one gave you the chance.
So, nursing a rather poor choice of drink, you set your eyes on the other patrons. It keeps your mind off the fact that you absolutely do not want to be here. They say alcohol calms the nerves. It could do to hurry up a little.
You’re so trapped in your thoughts that you miss the gaggle of officers gathering at a table. One of the girls elbows you.
“Look at them,” she coos, absolutely gawking over some of them.
You glance one last time before spinning back to face the bar. “Uh huh. What about them?”
“Come on,” she giggles, shaking your arm. “Some of those guys are hot.”
“Go talk to them, then,” you tease.
She freezes, mouth agape. “Absolutely not.”
You lean over, signaling the rest of the group. “Hey, Alissa thinks those cops over there are hot.”
Everyone oohs and immediately jumps in to tease her. Someone else grabs her arm, threatening to pull her off her stool. Smug, you take a long sip of your drink, wincing slightly as it burns the back of your throat. After another minute or so of heckling, everyone settles down, eager to talk about the end-of-year results. You chime in every now and then, more so content to listen.
Then, someone taps your shoulder. You flinch, twisting around to throw a nasty stank face only to come face to face with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Giving this guy a subtle up-down, you wait for whatever he’s got to say.
“Excuse me, I apologize for the intrusion. My colleagues have placed bets on whether or not I could get your number. They’ve been pressuring me since we arrived.” His voice is soft, with just enough husk to catch your interest.
You laugh. “That’s one way to talk to a woman.” Your eyes focus on the LED on his temple. Oh, you poor bastard. “I appreciate a man who’s honest. How much we talking?”
The conversation behind you quiets, your crew now focused wholly on you. You have to admit, this little android is the prettiest thing you've seen in a while. He's prim and proper, but his eyes are soft. There's something unbearably gentle in his face.
“They’ve each bet fifty dollars. Again, I apologize. I figured the best thing to do was to simply explain the situation and accept the rejection,” he says, tone placid.
You gesture to the empty seat next to you. “Tell you what, give me ten percent and we’ll show your ‘friends’ that you ain’t so helpless as they think, deal?”
The corner of his mouth lifts into a hesitant smile as he takes the empty barstool. You flag down the bartender as he makes his round.
“What do you like to drink, sweetheart?” you ask, letting your drawl come through a little stronger.
The android sputters. “I don’t- I’ve never actually- uh.” He glances over at the table where the other cops sit, LED flickering yellow.
Oh, sweet baby child. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting for you to play along. You look back at the bartender. “Get us whatever the most popular thirium-based drink is, please.”
The man nods and moves down the bar.
“Isn’t the suitor supposed to buy you a drink?” he asks, his flat façade is beginning to crack. He squirms nervously under your attention.
You take a sip of your drink. “Are you attempting to court me?”
His LED cycles yellow, then red.
Bless his heart. He really is a mess. “What’s your name?”
“Connor,” he says quietly.
You echo his name before giving him your own. “Do you even like humans? I mean, are you attracted to humans?” you ask curiously.
His expression flickers for a single second. “I don’t really have a preference.”
“So why me? There’s six of us here. Why’d they sic you on me?”
His eyes dance all over the room as he finds his words. “I… may have mentioned that I thought you were pretty. They took that as an opportunity.”
Butterflies bloom in your stomach at the admission. “Well, I think you’re pretty too.”
He looks at you with wide, surprised eyes, only looking away when a drink is slid in front of him. Summoning a new air of confidence, he brings the drink closer and taking a large sip. The sour taste overloads the sensors on his tongue, causing his face to pucker.
You laugh. “No good, huh?”
“No. No, just too big of a sip,” he says, voice hoarse.
That makes you laugh even harder, and you subtly lean closer. “So, what do you do, copper? You don’t act like a street cop.”
“Homicide,” he says cooly. “I’m a detective.”
A collection of oohs echo from behind you. Whipping around, you shoo them off. “Y’all mind your own business.” Turning back to him, you catch another small smile. “That’s pretty serious. I bet you stay busy.”
He nods. “I’m certainly never bored. You work with horses?”
“What gave it away?” you tease. At his flustered silence, you continue. “Yes, I’m a trainer at a facility outside of town.”
He leans on the bar, eyes glinting with curiosity. “How does one get into that line of work?”
“You’re either born into it or you work your ass off,” you say somewhat spitefully.
“I take it you’re the latter?”
The burning frustration beginning to fester fizzles out immediately. “Yes.”
He looks a closer look at your decorative show shirt, watching how the sequins catch the light. “What do you do exactly?”
“Well, we specialize in mustangs. The wild horses out west? We train and sell mustangs, sometimes for clients or auction or private sales. We also host clinics and compete on the show circuit. A couple of the girls teach lessons as well,” you explain.
“I’ve never seen a horse. They are… larger than the animals I’m used to,” he says sheepishly.
Your eyes crinkle as you grin. “I always dreamed of working with horses since I was a little girl. I’m lucky to be where I am.”
“Can I ask you something?” he asks.
You nod.
“Why are you all dressed like that? It seems a little out of place this far in the city.”
“It is. Today was our last show of the season. The girls wanted to wear the gear before it all goes back in the closet,” you say, tapping the brim of your black show hat. “Besides, it’s fun to wear.”
You’re about to ask him something when a burly man with unruly grey hair claps him on the back. “I go piss for two minutes and I come back to Gavin bitching and moaning. What’s going on?”
Pursing your lips, you stifle a laugh.
“Nothing, Lieutenant. I was just introducing myself,” the android says, looking back at you. “This is Lieutenant Hank Anderson, my superior officer.”
You offer a quiet hello. Hank’s brow raises as he realizes what exactly is happening. From behind you, Casey pipes up. “Ooh, is he your dad?”
Connor’s expression twists. “Considering that I am an android, that would not be possible.”
Her eyes glint with trouble as she looks up at Hank. “Well, I can call you daddy if you like.”
The rest of your group, you included, gasp and choke on embarrassment. Hank, to his credit, brushes it off. “While I’m flattered, I’m not available.”
Connor looks up at him, confused. “Yes you are-”
Hank snatches him by the shoulders and yanks him off the barstool. “Okay! That’s enough.”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” you say, digging your wallet out of your back pocket. Pulling out one of your business cards, you hold it out to the android. “I know it was for a bet, but, uh, give me a call sometime.”
Connor, still in the lieutenant’s grip, takes the card before getting drug back over to their table. Once they’re out of immediate earshot, everyone starts screaming and grabbing each other the way sports fans do when their team scores. Alissa shakes you by the shoulders in excitement.
Back at the men’s table, Gavin, Chris, and their resident rookie sulk at his return. Connor flashes the card you gave him with a triumphant smile.
“I believe you each owe me fifty dollars.”
The men grumble as they pull out their wallets. He couldn’t care less about the money. He’s got something much, much better. And he intends to use it.
What if every time it's freezing/snowy Connor gets very tense and "kicked puppy dog" because that's how Amanda made the Garden whenever she was unhappy with him and punishing him
ok so mildddd delay on chapter 5...i moved into my new apartment yesterday for my internship and i ended up not sleeping for over 24 hours because my anxiety was going haywire BUT I HAVE SOME ART AS AN APOLOGY hopefully chapter 5 will be out today or tomorrow i love yall!
chapter 5 will be out tomorrow! ive been busy packing since tomorrow im moving for an internship AND i also finally met my boyfriends extended family!!! I actually almost died from anxiety and overstimulation because the bum ass restaurant had the music as if it was a club BUT NONETHELESS WE PREVAIL. but fear not dear netizens i shall release the hounds (chapter 5) tomorrow evening
i like how everybody enjoys drawing connor bleeding out the nose and mouth from that one singular ending from the first chapter. everybody saw that scene and went yesss show me that guy dead and bleeding!!
Follow up, I also sent something similar to someone else BUT I only mentioned it their but wanna go in depth
Markus is able to get control of factories that manufacture the androids at the end of the revolution. But it takes money, time, and resources to make androids and their parts. Where would markus find the funds for it? Androids would have to be paid for their labor like humans do, if they wanted to work. Would it be a very socialist kind of thing, where its crowd funded from androids? Kind of like, a universal "health" care for androids
Or would it lean more capitalist and end up being like the 2005 kids movie "Robots"? And at some point keep pumping out new models and upgrades. Like the meme.
Haha, its silly to think about. BUT I DO THINK.
How would the androids lead their own people? How would they develop culture and their own society? Would they conform to human society and systems?
I dont think markus himself would lead in a capitalist way, Jericho is very much a grassroots and community focused but who's to say other androids will be the same, especially once they are no longer persecuted by the human government.
Maybe their integration into human society improves human society. Especially with a leader like markus. And maybe the government in DBH is a lot nicer then IRL government.
THATS JUST ME
I Do wonder what they will do post game with their freedom. Do they buy houses? Do they vacation in foreign countries? Do they form their own android trends and fads?
I think that they integrate normally into human society because even though they're androids their code was made by humans so everything they know and feel is based on human emotion and thoughts.
The same with government and leading themselves. I dont think they would try anything different because they would know how sometimes things dont work well in action as they do on paper (ex: communism lol).
Since androids get their own autonomy and government position im guessing Markus would be a type of government official and in turn be paid. Perhaps thats how he can found those manufacturing departments? Also, androids wouls be able to start working normal paid jobs and could potentially donate to their own government. Maybe the human government would also disperse a kind of fund for androids for compensation and to help them integrate into society.
And that gets me wondering how Markus would deal with actual criminal deviants. I mean if these androids feel and can do anything a human can then im guessing they can also commit crimes and do morally 'bad' things too.
Bro i love the dbh universe i could talk for hoursssss about it NYEEEE
Remember when Gavin punches connor in the stomach and he doubles over
Connor cannot feel pain but reacts as if he was in pain.
That means, connor is REALLY soft in the gut and hks important bits are not protected. Which is really poor design wise on cyber lifes end
Or
Gavin has really strong punches/fists
Connor is obviously, a machine. Most machine parts arent well, soft. And design wise it'd make sense to have a good bulk of the important stuff in the torso, and you'd want to protect that important. Thats why humans have ribs. So, what does that mean for connor
Imagine punching the inside of a computer, HARD. its gonna hurt, computers arent soft. So I imagine the important stuff he'd have in that area wouldn't be the easiest to punch.
Looking at the androids when they remove their skin, they are white metal(?? Maybe plastic??), SO is connor built the same? Does he have a build that's more anatomically like human bones? Or is Gavin freakishly strong or have a freakishly weird pain tolerance.
This could be explained away by saying "they made a new type of metal!' Or "its just a game" logic but it does make make wonder they achieved the looks of androids, and how they made them so cost efficient that normal every day people could afford buying them/ repairing them. I mean, look at todd. In game he has no job but is able to have kara repaired and buy a child android. Where'd he get the cash to do that? Hell, buying / repairing phones is financially inconvenient if something breaks, imagine androids. They are so much bigger and complicated compared to phones.
It also makes me wonder about the sex androids and how they would go about being cleanned/ cleanning themselves
I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS AND NO WHERE TO PUT THEM
to answer the connor question! they have their most important biocomponent in the middle of their chest (of what i remember) SOOO getting punched or hurt there would make sense. plus having it there makes the most sense because the chest is the easiest to protect with your arms, turning, and even your legs. What im guessing is that Gavin is an idiot (like always) and just threw a random punch and hit the biocomponent by pure chance. I think that the androids are made of a softer maleable metal that replicates the maleability of human skin but is still a lot tougher so Gavin could have punched him without breaking his hand.
I ASKED THE SAME QUESTION ABOUT TODD TO MY BOYFRIEND WHEN I FIRST PLAYED DBH
How he explained it is that in this universe having an android is like on the same priority as having a house, car, or phone. You would have a payment plan for all of those because its something you need so there is payment plans, discounts, coupons etc for androids too.
Maybe the cleaning process would be just replacing the part? in my head its the most hygienic even though it might be more expensiv3
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