A/N: I haven’t written in months and I’m just trying to defeat my major writer’s block >.< Enjoy!
“How could you fall in love with that, thing?” your co-worker had said to you earlier that day, her words ringing in your head along with the other shouts and crude statements from different strangers on the street.
You knew better than to worry about what others thought about you but it was innocent moments like these, you resting peacefully on his lap with him playing with your hair as the two of you caught up on your favorite TV show, where you couldn’t help but focus on their opinions.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, breaking the silence.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to notice that your significant other had stopped paying attention to the lit up screen and was now looking at you.
“Nothing,” you replied softly.
You cherished these moments that you shared with him, his hand gently drawing patterns into your shoulders, the closeness calming your nerves. It was moments like these where you felt all of your worries and problems got washed away making you feel so at peace. How could people label your relationship as wrong when everything felt so right?
A few more seconds past before you spoke again, “what would they say if they saw us like this? Watching TV together and laying together like this and so close?”
You felt his fingers gently cup your chin prompting you to look up at him. You watched as the corners of his mouth lift up into a smile, all of which made your heart flutter.
“They would say that we’re in love.”
I haven’t written anything in ages so please bear with me
Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday. However, you being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day. After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist. Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.
Word count: 1320 words
A/N: I just wanted to drop by and say thank you for all of your kind words on the prologue. I was so overwhelmed (in a good way) and I’m so glad to see that you all are excited about this series. Just an FYI, I’m not planning on making this series very long (since I like shorter more thought out series) but we’ll play it by ear. I hope you guys enjoy the first part of“Deviating Love Affair”! If you guys would like to be added/removed from the tag list, please send me an ask (it is much easier to track)!
Months went by and you still had not met your destined significant other. Within the first couple of weeks, after you had finally received your tattoo, you were both excited and eager to find this man named Connor. However, as you kept reaching dead ends and going on crappy dates, you slowly began to give up. This was nothing new to you; you had spent years having no soulmate tattoo, no indicator that the universe had a person who was destined to belong with you. Waiting a little longer wouldn’t do you any harm.
You looked outside of your kitchen window and watched the rain as you waited for the water to finish boiling so you could brew your tea. You had decided to take advantage of your night off by catching up on your favorite book. Once the kettle began to whistle, you grabbed the nearest hand towel and carefully poured the hot water into your cup. You placed the kettle back on the stove and made your way to the couch before getting yourself comfortable and opening up your book.
What only felt like minutes (in reality it had been nearly an hour), you received a call from the one and only Jeffrey Fowler. You groaned internally before you answered the phone, “Hello?”
“I am putting you in charge of the deviancy cases with Hank. Your first one is at 6413 Pines Street, Detroit. Get there right now and wait for him before you start the investigation, that is if he even shows up.”
“But today is my day off,” you muttered under your breath.
“You said you wanted more work out on the field so that’s what I’m giving you, now get moving and don’t complain.”
Without another word, Fowler had hung up the phone. You sighed in frustration before you got up from your comfortable position to get ready to leave. You picked up your phone with the intention of calling Hank; however, you quickly stopped yourself knowing damn well that he was out drinking and wanted nothing to do with androids or this investigation.
Once you reached the address Fowler had given you, you decided to wait on the patio and out of the rain. Collins emerged from inside and made his way to you. “Is Anderson coming?”
“Not sure,” you started, “but I highly doubt that he will.”
After about an hour and a half of waiting, you finally noticed Hank’s beat up Oldsmobile making its way through the crowd of people on the street, all desperate to see why the DPD was here at this time of day. You watched as Hank got out of the driver’s seat and made his way towards you. “You’re late,” you said.
“Well at least I’m here aren’t I?” Hank replied.
“To be completely honest, I really didn’t think you would show up.”
“Yeah well that was the plan until this asshole showed up,” Hank replied while gesturing to an Android that you failed to notice.
You looked at the android up and down before looking back at Hank and saying, “You...and an android….together? Man, you are full of surprises today,” you said with a smile.
“Oh shut it,” he said, walking past you.
“Let the poor guy in,” you said to the android cop refraining Hank’s Android from entering the vicinity. You watched as the Android made his way to you before stopping front of you. You examined his jacket and noticed his model number, RK800, a model you did not recognize. “I’m (Y/N) by the way,” you said.
To your discretion, Connor had already analyzed everything he needed to know about you, your name, how you were the youngest on the force, how you had no criminal records, basic information like that. However, he found himself intrigued with your presence, how you leaned on your left foot with your arms crossed in front of you, how your hair blew in the wind, and how your eyes lit up when you smiled.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^
“My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
You froze. The name Connor rung in your head making you immediately glance at your wrist, the same name written with dark blue ink in simplistic writing. Could he be the one you were looking for? He couldn’t be, right? He wasn’t a human, he was an android. You had not waited this long for an Android.
“Officer?” Connor’s voice snapped you back to reality, “Are you alright? You haven’t said a word in over 46 seconds.”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
“Shall we begin the investigation?” he asked while gesturing to the door.
“Yes. Yes of course,” you said quickly before stepping inside.
You silently watched Connor throughout the entirety of the investigation, admiring his ability to gather evidence and quickly piece together the events of the crime, in the proper order. Additionally, you found yourself studying his movements, how his eyebrows would furrow slightly when he was analyzing evidence or when piecing information together, or how he would give his full undivided attention to you or Hank whenever either one of you spoke.
Little did you know that Connor was examining you in the same light. He noticed the little things you did like how you would tap your fingers against your thighs or how you would suck in your lips whenever you were in deep thought. He also found your subtle eye rolls, whenever you were annoyed with someone’s commentary, to be very entertaining.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^
Connor also noticed how you kept glancing at your wrist. He watched as you ran your thumb lightly over your skin with an intense look etched on your face. Connor, full of curiosity, wanted to ask you about the significance of your arm; however, before he could do so, Hank had called him over to discuss the clues. Connor was slightly relieved to be interrupted since he knew he could not have any distractions if it meant locating the deviant and completing his mission overall. However, a part of him wanted to know more about you as if something was gravitating him towards you. Connor shook this “feeling” away and concentrated on his task at hand, and in the end, successfully located the deviant.
You smiled as you watched the police androids take the deviant away. You glanced back at Connor who was talking with Hank. You noticed that Connor wasn’t like most androids, aside from all of his tech and abilities, he seemed different overall. You quickly waved at Hank and Connor letting the two of them know that you were leaving before making your way to your car.
Before you could open the door, you heard the sound of running footsteps followed by the words, “Officer!”
You turned around and noticed that it was Connor who was calling for you. “Yes Connor?” you asked with a warm smile.
Now it was Connor’s turn to be a loss for words. For the first time in his short life, he did not know his reasons for his actions. He truthfully did not know why he had run to you or why he had stopped you in your tracks. All he knew was that your smile blew him away, something which had never happened to him in his life. After a couple of seconds, Connor was finally able to formulate words and said, “Well, it has been a pleasure working with you tonight. I hope to see you again soon?” He asked.
“Something tells me we’ll be seeing each other a lot in the future,” you replied with a small smile, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m really tired and would very much like to go home.”
“Yes of course,” he said before taking a step back allowing you to open your car door.
“Goodnight Connor,” you said with a smile before stepping into your car and driving away.
Prompt: “I’m trying to tell you goodbye” and this post.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: angst...sorry
A/N: Guess who’s back with another “The Way You Said ‘I Love You’” fic! This is for Sadie’s ( @spectacular-spiderboy ) 600 follower writing challenge! Enjoy!
“That’s messed up.”
“It won’t really love you.”
“It’s impossible for you to love something like that.”
These were the few, out of many, statements you would hear as you walked down the streets of Detroit or were in the presence of your family members while with your Android significant other. Your mother was the worst at handling the entire situation as a whole. She could not wrap her head around the fact that you “fell in love” with an Android.
“Please just let it be a phase. It has to be a phase,” she would always say whenever the two of you were alone even though Connor would be in the next room.
Despite the crude statements you would hear, you shook them off and tried not to let them get to you because you knew they simply weren’t true. You loved him, you truly loved him, and you knew he felt the same way.
Every time the two of you were staying in, the both of you would cuddle up together on the couch as you watched whatever movie he would let you choose. If you ever ended up falling asleep halfway, Connor would gently lift you up from the couch and lay you on the bed, careful not to disturb your sleep.
Every day, before you left for work, Connor would secretly put a post-it note on your laptop with a short message reminding you of how much he loved you and how he hoped you would have a wonderful day.
If you ever found out you had to stay late at work to finish up paperwork, Connor would always come to keep you company making sure to bring you your favorite caffeinated drink along with snacks.
Connor never complained when you began to talk about your favorite book or favorite song even though he did not truly understand the concept of loving such things.
He also never complained when you went on mini-rants about how your coworkers angered you during the day or about the fact that your mother would never stop talking about how taboo your relationship was.
Every time the two of you were walking around outside, Connor always intertwined his fingers with yours no matter the stares the two of you would receive.
Although your guys’ relationship was as normal as anyone else’s, no one seemed to think it was.
Whenever your siblings wanted to show off their significant other to your parents they would be very warm and welcoming, showering them with compliments and support. However, anytime you brought Connor over to your family’s annual Christmas party, Connor would simply be overlooked.
Your parents did not welcome him the same way they would to your siblings’ significant other. No one would bother trying to make conversation with him. No one accepted the fact that you would go so far as to be in a relationship with an Android.
This same behavior began to show itself in public as well. Whenever the two of you went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate your anniversary, the waiter would never recommend the “romantic” type of champagne or congratulate you both on your special day.
Whenever the two of you were out with your friends, no one would say that you guys were “relationship goals.”
Whenever the two of you would go on your daily evening walks, strangers would never smile at the both of you when you crossed paths. Instead, you could feel their judgemental stares burn into your skin as you walked past them.
The jeweler could not understand the fact that an Android would be buying an engagement ring for someone like you.
Although Connor’s comforting words eased your worries on how no one accepted your guys’ relationship, eventually, time got the best of you.
You slowly began to distance yourself from Connor whenever the two of you were in public. You would flinch slightly whenever you felt him try to hold your hand. You stopped taking him with you whenever you went to go visit your parents. You stopped going out on your evening walks with him, always finding an excuse not to do so.
Connor noticed your increased distance from him; however, he knew better than to try and burden you with the question as to “why” so he left you be.
One day, as you went through another long day at work, you began to prepare yourself for one of the hardest things you were going to do.
You felt the tears in your eyes already beginning to form as your drove to your guys’ shared home. You felt your chest getting heavier and heavier with every step you took towards the door. You stopped inches away, your hand hovering over the handle as you asked yourself if you could go through with this.
If you wanted to go through with this.
You took a deep breath before entering your home. You placed your bags down on the couch before shouting, “Connor?”
“In the room,” he replied with a muffled voice.
You quickly walked to your bedroom before being met with the sight of Connor tidying up your messy nightstand. You smiled slightly before saying, “Want to go for a walk?”
Connor stopped his movements, his eyes slightly widened. You had not wanted to do anything with him for over a week due to unknown reasons yet here you were.
“Of course,” he replied before placing the objects in his hand neatly next to your lamp.
The two of you walked out into the cold autumn air of Detroit. You asked him about his day and let him tell you about what he had accomplished at work with his partner Hank.
You stared up at him, memorizing all of his features like his small strand of hair that would move with the wind or how his eyes would light up whenever he smiled or laughed (in his own awkward way).
You were so lost in your guys’ conversation that you nearly forgot the purpose of your time together. It wasn’t until you saw a man awkwardly stare at the two of you from the corner of your eye when you were reminded of how much you despised the way people treated the both of you.
You slowed to a halt, gently pulling Connor back from making another step. Connor peered back at you with a puzzled look as he noticed you were staring at your feet.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.
Connor noticed a tear fall from your chin and onto your shoes making him even more worried than he was before. “Please talk to me.”
“I can’t do this,” you whispered.
“What do you mean?”
You looked up, your tear-filled eyes meeting with his, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t understand,” he replied.
You took a deep breath before saying, “I'm trying to tell you goodbye.”
Connor froze, it was as if all time had stopped. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but it was something he never wanted to experience in his life.
You quickly turned on your heels, prepared to walk away.
“Wait,” he said, lightly grabbing your arm refraining you from taking another step away from him, “but I love you.”
A few seconds of silence lingered between the both of you.
For the first time in his short life, Connor did not know what to do.
Everything began to make sense, he now knew why you spent less and less time with him or how you stopped holding his hand whenever you guys were out in public.
He thought that everything was going back to normal the moment you had come home today; however, it was the complete opposite.
“I love you too, but you have to let me go,” you said quietly.
Connor froze at your words. He began to realize how miserable you were in this relationship.
He remembered how you would sometimes cry at home in his arms after hearing countless rude remarks on the street or while at work.
He remembered how you would stay silent on the drive home from meeting with your parents and would immediately go to your room when you both returned.
He realized that because he loved you so much, he had to let you go. He had to let you go and be happy.
Connor released his grip on your arm and watched as you walked away, your hands shoved in your jacket pockets.
Something deep inside of him wanted to run to you and tell you that everything was going to be okay and that you shouldn’t care about what others thought.
Something deep inside of him wanted to run to you and beg you not to leave.
Something deep inside of him wanted you to turn back to him just one last time; however, he knew you would never do such a thing.
Connor placed his hand in his pocket, fiddling with the ring he wanted so desperately to give you, and now never could, as he watched you disappear from his sight.
Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday. However, you being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day. After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist. Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.
Word Count: 1749 words
A/N: Hi friends! I’m back with another part! Just an FYI, I skipped through “The Nest” chapter since I didn’t think it really fit with how I wanted the characters to develop so we are just going to pretend that never happened. I’ve also skipped through some other chapters from the game that I thought were too boring and I really don’t want to bore you guys. This part and the next one are going to be kind of slow but I swear it will pick up a little....hopefully...I don’t know.
Feedback is always appreciated and I know this part sucked so nitpick all you want! (I need it because writing is really not my strong suit).
Connor was facing a dilemma. He knew what his purpose was, how he was supposed to hunt deviants and search for their source of deviancy. He also knew that he was a machine, a machine who was not supposed to feel emotions or disobey his master. However, the moment he met you, everything seemed to change within him. He no longer truly knew what he was or how he was supposed to act. For the first time ever, he did not know what to do.
Connor opened his eyes and was met with the sight of the peaceful Zen Garden. The words, “Talk to Amanda” appeared at the corner of his eye. Connor looked around the area before landing on Amanda’s figure standing on the center island by a wall of roses. He slowly made the walk to her while trying to formulate proper sentences which would not upset her nor make him lose her trust.
Once Connor had reached a comfortable speaking distance from her, he introduced himself, “Hello Amanda.”
Amanda looked over her shoulder before replying, “Connor, it’s good to see you.”
Amanda smiled at him before snipping off a flower in front of her. She proceeded to congratulate Connor on successfully locating the deviant as well as properly extracting a confession. She also praised Connor for his achievements while also asking a series of questions of what he has discovered along the way.
Amanda paused for a moment as she sprayed her flowers with water. Connor had hoped that their conversation would be over so he wouldn’t have to face any more of her questioning, especially ones involving you.
“Both Lieutenant Anderson and Officer (Y/L/N) have been assigned to the deviancy cases. What do you make of them?”
Connor paused for a moment, carefully thinking of what to say. “Lieutenant Anderson seems a bit dysfunctional. He clearly has some personal issues which impact his professional behavior. He also seems to want to have nothing to do with this investigation or Androids overall.”
“Unfortunately, we have no other choice but to work with him,” she replied, “What about the other?”
Connor paused once more, but this time, he was taking more time to properly say what he wanted to say without upsetting Amanda. But what could he say? He couldn’t tell her that he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since last night or that the image of your smile was engraved in his mind. After careful thought, Connor spoke again, “She seems to be very invested in her work, unlike her coworker. However, she also seems to be troubled by something, more troubled the moment I introduced myself to her. Overall, she’s a very intriguing character and I wish to learn more about her.”
Amanda stopped what she was doing and slowly turned around to face Connor. “More and more androids are showing signs of deviancy. If they are not stopped, destruction and chaos will occur. You are the only one who can stop this outcome. There are no room for...distractions,” she ended, clearly referencing Connor’s description of you.
Connor nodded as he watched Amanda walk away.
You anxiously tapped your fingers on your thigh as you sat on your couch. You kept glancing over at your phone which sat face down on the coffee table, taunting you with its presence. You were eager to call Hank and talk to him about the events of last night and what it had felt like to meet Connor; however, you were worried about how he would react which kept you from making the call.
After a few more minutes of you contemplating whether or not to bother your easily-annoyed coworker, you picked up the phone and pressed the dial button on his profile.
“Hello?” Hank asked.
“Do you think, and I’m asking out of full curiosity, it’s possible for someone’s soulmate to be an android?” you asked without warning.
“What?” Hank asked.
“Do you think it’s possible for someone’s soulmate to be an android?”
“Hell no, Androids aren’t alive; they aren’t meant to have soulmates. Wait, why are you even asking this?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable with your question.
“Think about it Hank, my tattoo says Connor, my soulmate tattoo says Connor. The next Connor I meet just happens to be an Android detective working with us, this has to mean something.”
“Oh hell no, you don’t actually think that that plastic cop is your soulmate do you?”
“Just hear me out Hank,” you replied.
“Look kiddo, I don’t have time for this,” he said as he threatened to end the call.
“Hank!” you exclaimed, stopping him from doing so, “just listen.”
You heard Hank sigh through the phone before he replied, “Continue.”
“Last night, when I met Connor, it wasn’t like I was just meeting another Android, it was like I was meeting another human being. And, I don’t know, I just can’t stop thinking about him, how he acts, how he talks. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again experiencing a first crush or something and it’s driving me insane. Last night was the first time I’ve felt like that with anyone in a very long time and I can’t just ignore it,” you said.
Hank stayed silent for a couple of seconds as he processed everything that you had just said. “Please say something,” you begged, worried of what Hank might think.
“I don’t buy it,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think the universe made you wait this long for a fucking Android. You deserve better than that,” he replied.
Before you could object, Hank had already ended your call, clearly thinking that you were delusional. You leaned your head back against your seat while running your fingers through your hair in frustration. Maybe you were crazy and maybe you were in over your head; however, nothing else could explain these rush of feelings from the night before.
The next time you ran into Connor was later that night when you heard someone knock on the front door to your apartment. You carefully put down your cup of tea before getting up from your seat to answer the door. You truly did not expect to see Connor standing at your door.
“Hi Connor,” you said with a bit of surprise, “What’s up?”
Connor looked at you up and down for a split second, noticing how you had on black rimmed glasses for a -1.00 prescription and you were wearing comfortable loungewear.
“Hello Officer, sorry to bother you so late. I have just received word of another deviancy case just downtown and wanted to inform you. I also thought it would be better if you were with me before I talked to Lieutenant Anderson.”
You smiled and nodded before replying, “Come in, just give me five minutes.”
You took a few steps back, opening the door wider, allowing Connor to walk in. Connor looked around your home thinking to himself that it was very cozy and comfortable for one person (maybe even two).
“I’ll be right back, but make yourself at home,” you said before retreating to your bedroom to get dressed.
Connor took this opportunity to learn more about you, in hopes to better his relationship with you. The first thing that caught his eye was the lonesome white mug on your island which was still steaming. Connor took a second to analyze the contents of the cup. He noticed that you had brewed a cup of tea, assuming it was your favorite, with exactly 15 grams of sugar.
Connor exited your kitchen and came across a photo album which sat in the middle of your coffee table. He picked up the book and noticed a photo of you and Hank with the words, “Happy Birthday” engraved on its cover.
Connor opened the book and flipped through the photos of you and your presumed close friends at the DPD and various locations in Detroit, all of which had you in mid laughter or with a huge smile on your face. Connor found your smile so charming and genuine. He lightly traced the outline of your face with his fingertips, the edges of his mouth turning slightly upwards. He was so captivated by your photo that he failed to notice you had already left your room and was standing next to him.
“What are you looking at?” you asked as you tried to tame the stray hairs on your head and pull them in a proper ponytail.
“I was-I was just looking at your photo album,” Connor said, somewhat startled by your presence.
You laughed slightly before placing your hand on his shoulder, “Sorry for scaring you.”
Connor quickly glanced at your hand, the warmth of your fingers seemed to burn through his skin.
“Do you want to see something funny?” you asked, snapping Connor out of his thoughts.
Connor nodded slightly before handing the photo album to you. You quickly flipped to a certain page of the album and pointed at a picture of you and Hank. Connor studied the picture for a bit, trying to understand the situation.
“Is that Lieutenant Anderson,” he paused, “in a crab costume?”
You laughed inwardly before replying, “Yes, yes it is. This picture was taken on Halloween and we made a bet the night before. Basically, if the Detroit Gears beat the Boston Celtics, I would have to wear a ridiculous costume of his choice; however, if the Celtics won, Hank would have to wear a crab costume. Guess who won,” you said in between laughs.
Although Connor did find Hank’s appearance to be very entertaining, he was completely drawn to your laugh. The pictures he had seen in your booklet did not truly capture the beauty of your smile. The way your eyes crinkled up, how your eyes literally lit up, and how the sound of your laugh was very pleasant to listen to, almost like a melody. Your laughter made Connor begin to smile and for the first time, he had experienced genuine happiness.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^
“Anyways,” you said before your eyes met with Connor’s.
You both froze for a brief second getting lost in each other's eyes. After a few seconds, you shook your head slightly and cleared your throat, breaking the silence between the two of you. You closed the photo album in your hand and placed it back in its original position.
“Ready to go?” you asked Connor.
Connor nodded before following you out of your apartment and into the cold night air of Detroit.
Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday. However you, being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day. After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist. Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.
A/N: So I just got this idea like this morning and I thought it would be interesting to write it as a series. I’m not sure if this really follows all of the rules with soulmate stuff but whatever. This is just a little blurb I wrote up to kind of set everything up. If I see that several of you like the idea, I’ll go through with it (since I’ve had instances where I just started a series right off the bat and no one really read it). Enjoy!
You looked down at your desk covered with hundreds of files that Fowler wanted you to organize. Your desk clock had read, 5:27 PM on August 5, 2038. You sighed as you thought about all of the filing that you had to get done by the end of tonight. You would think that with advanced technology, all of this paperwork would be electronic; however, this was not the case. People at the Detroit Police Department still appreciated the feeling of paper in yellow manila folders and because of this, it meant that you were in charge of organizing the whole thing, especially since you were the youngest in the station.
“Hey kiddo,” you heard Hank’s voice say.
You looked over your shoulder and noticed Hank with an outstretched hand, holding a cup of coffee. “Thanks, Hank,” you said with a smile before taking the hot beverage from him.
“So Fowler dumped all of the work on you huh?” he asked, grabbing the nearest chair and moving it next to you to take a seat.
“Yeah, but is it that surprising?” you asked before taking another sip of your coffee.
Hank chuckled before shaking his head no. “Well, that’s why I’m here,” he said as he grabbed a couple of folders, “I’m here to help.”
A couple of hours and multiple papercuts later, you and Hank were finally done with placing the mounds of paperwork in their perspective folders. You sighed in relief as you placed the stack of folders in alphabetical order on Fowler’s already crowded desk.
“Ready to go?” Hank asked as he handed you your jacket.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said as you reached to grab your jacket from his hand.
You noticed Hank’s eyebrows furrow as he stared at your outstretched arm, “What?” you asked.
“What’s that on your wrist?”
You followed his gaze to your right arm and noticed that a black tattoo had formed on your wrist. Your eyes widened as you brought your wrist closer to you, your left thumb rubbing your skin as if you were expecting it to rub off right away.
“Your soulmate tattoo finally came in,” Hank said with a smile, “What’s the lucky guy’s name?”
“Connor.”
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“You shouldn’t have done that,” you heard the android say behind you.
You turned to face him, his lifeless eyes bore into yours.
“Shouldn’t have done what?” you taunted.
“You shouldn’t have gotten in the way,” he said coldly.
You rolled your eyes before closing the gap between the two of you. “If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to catch that son of a bitch. Now leave me alone.”
Before you could take another step away from him, you felt his hand grab your arm, locking you in place. You flinched slightly under his touch, not from the pain of his grip, but because his hand happened to land on the several small wounds you had received moments ago.
Connor noticed your reaction, his LED flashing between red and yellow, as he studied your body language realizing that you were injured. Connor softened his grip on you, roughly turning you towards him. “You’re hurt,” he stated.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you muttered back.
Connor somewhat forcefully turned over your arm making your wounds visible to him.
“Connor-” you started before you were immediately cut off by his analytical voice.
“You have a minor laceration on your forearm with some abrasion near your wrist. You need immediate medical attention. There are some medical supplies in Hank’s car.”
“I can do it myself,” you replied.
“For once stop pretending that you don’t need anyone and let me help you,” he said firmly.
You froze, no one had ever said such words to you before. After a few seconds, you nodded letting him lead you back to Hank’s car which was parked close by.
You waited patiently for Connor to pull out the small medical kit that was lodged under the passenger seat and make his way back to you. You watched as Connor carefully treated your wounds, making sure that you weren’t in pain.
You had never seen him be so gentle with you before. You didn’t think he cared.
“This is why you shouldn’t have gotten in the way. I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he said, breaking the silence that lingered between the two of you.
“I thought all you cared about was hunting down deviants,” you replied coldly.
“I never cared about the deviants, I only cared about you.”
A/N: So this is me trying to beat writer’s block...again....it’s a never-ending process of me writing shitty stuff to try and get my brain to work. This thing doesn’t make any sense but whatever!! Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed!
Anon asked: I have a mini writing challenge for you! Can you write a fic with little to no dialogue????
Pair: DBH Connor x Reader
Warnings: Mention of death (nothing graphic but just in case)
Word Count: 643 counts
A/N: so I decided to write one of the prompts on my writing challenge...just for the heck of it. I tried writing as little dialogue as possible...not sure if it worked. I have no idea what I wrote but enjoy (: A huge thank you to @spectacular-spiderboy for reading over this!
Connor stared at your front door, hesitant on alerting you of his presence. He knew what he had to do, but could he go through with it?
“Take care of them, or we will.” he heard Amanda’s voice echo in his mind.
The cold gun which sat in its holster was pressed against his back making him more anxious than he was.
It shouldn’t be him, it shouldn't have to be him, yet it was. He straightened up and quickly knocked the door three times. After a few seconds of waiting, he heard the clicking of the lock and watched as the door opened in front of him.
He gazed at your appearance, taking everything in for the last time. He studied your face, your crooked smile, the bags under your eyes from your lack of sleep, and the light freckles which decorated your cheeks. He memorized your imperfections that you hated but he loved.
“Hi Connor,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Your voice was calming to him, like a lullaby that he wished he could play forever.
How could he go through with this? How could he follow his code? How could he exterminate the only thing that kept him sane?
“Hi,” he said with a shaky voice, “may I come in?”
“Of course,” you said before opening the door wider for him.
Connor paused for a second contemplating his next move. If he walked in, there was no walking out.
The point of no return.
He knew that if he walked in, everything would be different. Could he take that chance?
Connor looked at you once more. You had a small smile on your face; so warm, so welcoming, so clueless. You were innocent in all of this. You should be the one in charge of how your life would play out, not him. You didn’t deserve what was to come.
Connor slowly lifted his right foot and crossed the invisible barrier that separated him from you. His left foot quickly followed and before he knew it, the door closed behind him. He flinched slightly at the sound of the metal lock.
He was trapped.
“Is everything okay?” you asked him.
He wanted so bad to tell you the truth, that everything was not okay and that the sole purpose of his visit was not to seek comfort but to end it.
“Yeah, I just wanted to talk,” he lied, the feeling of the gun pressing against his back taunted him with its presence.
You nodded before replying, “Let me just turn off the stove.”
He wished he could say that all the two of you did was talk that night. He wished he could say that he warned you about the true reason for his visit and told you to run away. He wished he could say that he didn’t go through with the mission that he knew would cause him so much anguish. He wished he could say that he left your apartment the same way as he did when he arrived.
However, that just wasn’t the truth.
The truth was that the last sound you would ever hear would be the sound of a gun echoing throughout the room. The truth was that the last memory he would have of you would be the sight of your body lying on the cold hard floor, not your smile or your laugh, but a lifeless body.
Connor’s hand was shaking, not from the power of the gun, but from the realization of what he had done.
“Well done Connor, return to the Cyberlife and await further instructions,” Amanda said with a smile.
How could she congratulate him on what he had done? How could she smile after witnessing death? How could she be so cruel?
Connor felt a tear slowly fall from his eye, his LED flickering between yellow and red. He knew what he did was wrong, but he was only following his orders. He was a machine, and it was your fault that you made him think otherwise.
But how could he blame his actions on you? You were so kind to him, the only one who didn’t look disgusted at his appearance, the only one who actually treated him like an equal, the only one who cared about his thoughts.
Connor shook his head trying to remove these thoughts from his head. He was a machine, nothing more.
Connor wiped away the tear on his face with the back of his hand, placed his gun back in its holster, straightened his tie and left.
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“I’ll help you study” with Connor? Love your writing btw ♡
Lol, sorry this is so late but I hope you still enjoy!
You stared at the computer screen in front of you, forcing your brain to memorize each and every word that appeared on your electronic flashcards. You had thought that going back to school would be a good way to spend your free time; however, this upcoming exam was making you think otherwise.
You were so concentrated on your studying that you failed to notice that your android boyfriend had entered the room. “(Y/N),” he said, breaking the comfortable silence you were engulfed in.
You jumped slightly in your seat, your right arm clutching your chest as if you were about to have a heart attack. “Oh my goodness Connor, you nearly scared me to death,” you said.
“I am sorry, I did not mean to do such a thing,” he said with a small smile before coming up beside you, “What are you working on?”
“I am currently studying for that exam I was telling you about. Why did I decide to go back to school again?”
“You did say that you felt that you had too much free time on your hands and-” Connor began.
“Yes yes, I know what I said. I forgot that you remember everything,” you mumbled.
“I did warn you that you may not enjoy going back to school. It is said that about 49% of all students feel stress on a daily basis. I do not recommend putting your body through such feats.”
Connor looked back down at you and noticed that you were staring blankly at the screen once again.
“(Y/N)?” he asked.
You quickly glanced at Connor before saying, “Yeah?” clearly unaware of what the android had just been telling you about.
“Did you even hear a word I just said?” he asked.
“Sorry, once you said 49% I sort of stopped listening. I am also a bit preoccupied about not failing this exam”
Connor rolled his eyes slightly before pulling up another chair beside you and taking a seat. “I’ll help you study,” he said, pulling your laptop closer towards him.
“Really?” you asked, “I did not think you would do such a thing.”
