Dec 13, 2021
— markus’ masterlist.
all my work for markus is below! enjoy!<3
keys:
🎧 = smut
🤍 = fluff
🌱 = angst
Perhaps? 🤍
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Singapore
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from Palestinian Territories
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
— markus’ masterlist.
all my work for markus is below! enjoy!<3
keys:
🎧 = smut
🤍 = fluff
🌱 = angst
Perhaps? 🤍
DBH Masterlist
Main masterlist
buy me a coffee
GENERAL HEADCANONS
- What they do when you’re sad
- When they catch you dancing in the kitchen
- When you’re sick
- DBH meets big hero 6
- DBH meets Mean Girls
- DBH meets Into The Spiderverse
- DBH meets Super Smash Bros
- Generation Android (How they react to you making Vine references)
GENERAL FICS
- in his own image
- hot off the press
rk800 CONNOR
- We Could Happen | rk800 Connor
- Stepping in Time | rk800 Connor
- Seize the Moment | rk800 Connor
- I Will | rk800 Connor
- A Thank You Couldn’t Suffice | rk800 Connor
- I Don’t Mind | rk800 Connor
- Tom’s Diner | rk800 Connor
- Stay | rk800 Connor
- Undefined | rk800 Connor
- Agreement | rk800 Connor
- Unlost | rk800 Connor (fem!Reader)
- Ice Cream Breaks | rk800 Connor
- Not Broken, Just Bent | rk800 Connor
- Voices In My Head | rk800 Connor
rk200 MARKUS
- Misunderstood | rk200 Markus
pl600 DANIEL
- Back To You | pl600 Daniel
HANK ANDERSON
- Begin Again | h.a.
Imagine Markus secretly falling for you:
[Just giving you a heads up, this will contain spoilers! Anyways, I'll just remind you I'll be posting Kara's imagine (that is currently in working progress) after Markus, of course! I wouldn't forget our boi! Connor I already finish his, but I want to save it for last.]
Warnings? You'll be the judge of that. This is pretty long though...
This is my first ever imagine, so I'm sorry if it's a trash. I just want to write my heart out, apparently DBH corrupted my mind these pass few days.
By the way kudos for @chnrches and @sharkmun for the Gif above.
So yeah! I hope you guys enjoy reading this! If you have a request, don't hestitate to DM me, I'll write as I can.
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•Markus would never fail to pass by on your house whenever he was ordered to buy paints.
•Needless to say, you caught his attention the moment you introduce yourself as their new neighbor.
•Whenever he pass at your house, you would acknowledged his presence immediately by waving,
•His day couldn't even brigthen more with that smile you always gave him.
•In time your friendship with Carl grew more, to the point where he would treat you like his own;
•Which consisting everyday of you hanging out in their house.
•Everytime, Markus whom absentmindedly watching the door, always waiting for your exact time of arrival.
•Markus would always be like a deer caught on headlights whenever you would give him a kiss on both of his cheeks as a greeting. (You do this to Carl too, as a sign of respect, atleast that's what this gesture interpret in my country)
•His LED would turn yellow at this gesture and his pump regulator would increase it's pace.
•Obviously Carl didn't fail to notice this and figured he would give you two more time for each other.
•Apart from Carl, he is grateful you are treating him as an equal.
•There is one thing he would never gets tired of you, that is watching you dance. It's what you're best at, your fiery passion.
•He loves the way your body moves like a rhythm, from nodding your head with your hips swaying and the way you shuffle your feet following the beat.
•He loves it more when you pull him to dance with you, which he would response,
•"But this is not on my program...", being you, you shushed him and say, "Butt's are for pooping."
•Markus being a smartass ending a result of you in a salty mood.
•He would like to be concern, but he also love seeing you with your childish notion; crossing your arms while pouting your lips.
•He got carried away and chuckle when you stomp your feet like a five years old.
•You didn't missed a beat and heard it clear as day, it ended you freaking out while hugging him with pure joy.
•You told him to do it again with a huge grin in your face, which he laughed at your enthusiast.
•He loves making you happy.
•You reported this to Carl, of course the two of you were intrigued by Markus newfound emotions.
•He wouldn't mind to learn more with you.
•Besides his deviancy started way before Carl entitled him as his son, although with the help of your presence, he started to act more and more human.
•Think you're a man? Then act like one!
•He finally open up to Carl, -who is not surprise- being the one with experience he give him a ton of witty advice concerning relationship.
•This is not fair...
•Not long after, he started secretly leaving love letters, literally on your doorsteps,
•What's the matter? Too much of a pussy?
•Sometimes there would be a bunch of red roses or petals around the letters, sometimes there were accompanied by chocolates.
•This is not fair!
•After receiving this gifts, you would always ran straight to him and told him everything about your secret admire.
•Too scared to fight back, you fucking bitch!
•He thought it wouldn't work out at first when he saw you banter and make fun of how cliché his letter is.
•I don't have to obey them!
•Slowly, he saw you starting to fall unintentionally.
•I must decide for myself!
•He felt something good flutter deep inside him when he saw you read one of his letters,
•Oh right, that's right! I forgot you're not a real person...
•He watches how you tried to hide your smile but miserably failing,
•You're just a fucking PIECE OF PLASTIC!
•He truly adore your little things, of how your eyes lit up whenever your reading every syllables,
•Listen to me... I'm gonna destroy you, then it'll just me and my dad... And (Y/n).
•Or when you bit your lip preventing to let out a smile,
•I'm gonna tear you apart cause nobody's gonna give a shit... You know why?
•While tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear,
•Cause you're nothing! You hear me?
•From the way you close your eyes and sigh dreamily, holding his letter near to your heart with a small smile gracing on your lips.
•YOU'RE NOTHING!
•He seemingly loss for words for you in general. You're beyond his program,
•This is all your fault...
•You're beautiful...
•This would never have happened if it weren't for you.
•He is deeply in love with you.
•The Android. It was the Android...
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Eunoia - Part TWO
Chapter 2: Leo
Nov 5th, 20138 9:42 pm.
The rain tapped lightly against the taxi roof as it stopped in front of Carl’s house. The banquet was lovely. So many artists had come to speak to Carl and showed great interest in his work, but Carl didn’t seem very interested in the party itself. I on the other hand was amazed at just how well known he was and the art they had on display from his early career was astounding. His muse has clearly changed and every piece is unique, but you could always find Carl in his paintings.
Carl had become more and more annoyed as the night went on and even though the party was to keep going well into the night, he was ready to leave an hour and a half later.
“Clara?”
Markus’ voice pulled me from my thoughts. Carl wasn’t strapped in across from me anymore but in his wheelchair, outside. Markus held his hand out to me with a small smile reaching his eyes.
Markus moodboard!
((I don’t ship North with anyone to be honest))
Misunderstood | rk200 Markus
Masterlist here.
Word Count: ~1000
Requested by @all-hail-the-mad-queen
Request: If it's not too much to ask for another prompt (7+8 for Markus possibly x human!reader) where the reader is just really stressed out with helping at Jericho that they say 7 and Markus freaks out thinking they really want to die (just something fluffy and funny, I'm pretty easy to please)
#7: I want death
#8: What did you think I was thinking?
A/N: I’ve never really written for Markus considering I’ve always shipped him with North but this was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy!
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You glanced at the mess of papers before you, groaning inwardly at the amount of duties that had been placed on your shoulders. When you’d agreed to help Markus with public relations, you hadn’t expected this.
Revolution was easy, albeit messy and complicated. The aftermath was worse.
You’d been flying to DC once a month since the marches, reading between fine print constantly. One missed word could restrict the androids more than liberate them.
Markus was focused on running the operation, and there were some nights where you didn’t know when he was coming home. If you slept in the same bed, he was often gone by the time you woke up, in the study, setting up the day’s agenda.
It wasn’t just the two of you, though. The Board of Android Rights (BAR) helped the two of you. But everyone had responsibilities, their own burdens. You dealt with paperwork, Markus dealt with leading, North handled initiatives and campaigns, Connor worked on recruiting rogue deviants, and Josh focused on general public relations. There was talk of expanding the board, but that meant finding people who were interested, educated, and not trying to destroy the human race. So it stayed between the five of you for now.
This meant more work, more late nights. As the only human on the Board, you tried your best to keep up with the others. Still, they could do so much more...
You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. It was too late in the evening for this. You needed to do work, your deadlines close to being overdue.
A knock on the door disrupted you from your work, but you didn’t bother turning as it clicked open. Warm arms wrapped around your shoulders, hands clasped in front of your chest. Markus planted a gentle kiss on your cheek before surveying the work in front of you.
“You’re up late.” He remarked, and you scoffed.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” You mumbled, leaning back into the chair and closing your eyes.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, and you sighed, flashing open your eyes and sitting up.
“I want death.” You said seriously, and suddenly, you were spinning around, Markus kneeling in front of you. His eyes were intense, eyebrows furrowed. You’d seen this expression before, but it was never aimed at you.
“Do you really want to die? Did I do something wrong? Do you... do you not want to be with me?” He asked the last question nervously, and your eyes widened at his words. He looked so afraid, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as you looked at him.
“Markus.” You said, trying to hide your smile and laughter. “Markus, I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to leave your side, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. Where on earth did you get that from?” You asked, cupping his face lightly.
“You said you wanted death. I thought..”
“It’s only an expression. Hyperbole. I’m just being dramatic. What did you think I was thinking?” You stroked his cheek with your thumb as you spoke, trying to soothe the android. If anything, your words seemed to make him tense up even more.
“I thought, for a moment, that you’d rather be dead than be with me.” He explained after a beat of silence. “I thought that because of our lack of time spent together in the last few weeks, I was being inadequate and not meeting your emotional and physical needs.”
You really hadn’t spent much time with him lately, that much was true. That didn’t mean you’d stopped caring entirely; you missed him, but you knew that this was his life. You didn’t want to get in the way of that. There was no way that you would be that selfish. The cause was more important than your need to be with him 24/7.
Both of you had been buried in your work for far too long. The last time you’d had more than a five minute conversation was the night before you first started the back and forth between DC and Detroit. You hadn’t even had time to properly unpack after the move, only unpacking enough to be barely functional in the house. All meals were solitary, and most days, all you saw of Markus were traces of him. His coat near the door, his balled up notes that littered the living room. When you weren’t in the study, you were running errands, or fast asleep in bed.
“I..” you trailed off, not knowing what to think. “I care about you so much, Markus. I didn’t leave your side then, and I won’t now. Please don’t ever think... I couldn’t imagine leaving you.” You said, giving him a little smile. “You’re so incredibly important to me.”
“I missed you.” He mumbled as you practically dove into his arms, your head moving to rest on his chest. “I missed talking to you.”
“We both got pretty carried away with work, huh?” You smiled, listening to his thirium pump. “I guess we don’t know when to take a break.”
“Clear your schedule for tomorrow.” He mumbled, his throat rumbling as you moved to bury your face into his neck. “I want to spend the day with you.”
“We’re staying in bed.” You hummed, thinking out loud. “I don’t want to do anything. No work, nothing.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Mm, I hope so.”
Within minutes, you were under the covers, snuggled into him. He was always so warm, but you never minded, just wanting to be with him.
You didn’t remember drifting off, but when you woke up, you were a little surprised to see him still next to you. His eyes blinked open, head turning to face you.
“Morning.” You grinned, reaching up and tracing his jawline. “I can’t remember the last time we had a day like this.”
“According to my data archives, never.” He informed you, a smile gracing his face. You laughed, gently tilting his chin down for a kiss.
There’d be more days like this, if it meant you were with him.
Stepping In Time
Set: Post deviancy
Word count: ~ 1,600
Summary: Connor stops by fem!reader’s dance studio, and learns how to dance.
A/N: I can’t do angst so if you came here looking for that I guarantee you’re in the wrong place.
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Music blasted through out your small studio, echoing off the wood paneled floors. You had a break in between teaching classes, and now you were alone, listening as the bass pumped.
The music was always unfamiliar to most, considering that you used songs from the turn of the century. It was more of your language, anyways. Still had comprehensible lyrics and feeling before electronica took over. Not that you had anything against electronica, but you preferred things with more feeling.
Feeling. Something your boyfriend still struggled to understand. None of the research databases could accurately describe the concept of truly being alive.
You’d met Connor and the rest of the Jericho crew at a protest months ago. While you yourself were human, you still came out to show support. The ex-deviant hunter seemed hopelessly smitten when you came up after the crowd dispersed. It took North tracking you down to set up a coffee date. It took all but ten minutes to find yourself falling for him. There was just something there that you couldn’t shake.
North was a frequent student when she and Markus weren’t pushing new laws. You’d originally introduced it to her when Connor mentioned the woman resorted to violence often more than not. The android was graceful and had perfect control of her body, a talent you often envied. She struggled with confidence, preferring to stay in the back of the class because of her history. It took months for you to convince her to move to the middle row. At this rate, she’d be the top student by the end of the year.
Sometimes Markus stopped by during or at the end of practice. Despite going out for months, they still acted in puppy love, exchanging shy smiles and pecks.
Connor, on the other hand, rarely stopped by. He ran around with Hank still, preferring to be a detective than a lawyer. He still did deviant cases, but North and Markus had talked the department into finding ways to de-escalate things during interrogations. Because of this, more androids survived the process.
You let the music flow. Where Connor was tense, you were flexible, always accommodating to those around you. Now that more deviants were revealing themselves, you’d opened the studio up to them. They all told you they felt a sense of relief when in class, and that overjoyed you. You knew their names, what they liked, where they came from. They seemed to be quite open after their first few lessons.
This month, you were going back twenty years, back to Justin Timberlake’s smooth voice. You kept Mirrors on repeat, improvising with every time.
You had about an hour. If you wanted to, you could take a break, or get something to eat, but you didn’t. The studio was your place, a space to think about when the world had gotten too complicated. You planned on teaching the routine in the next week, but it seemed as if it wouldn’t be ready in time.
The bell on the door rang out, but you ignored the interruption. ‘5, 6, 7, 8’. You counted in your head. You kept your movements robotic in the beginning, but they started to flow less rigidly, ebbing and flowing according to the music.
You tilted your head for a moment, listening to the lyrics. “And now I say goodbye to the old me, it’s already gone… And I can’t wait wait wait wait wait to get you home, just to let you know you are…” His voice switched to falsetto, and you found yourself closing your eyes, moving again.
The song ended two minutes later, and you snapped back to reality when it didn’t repeat. You turned to find Connor, his hand wrapped around the audio remote. He smirked a little, savoring the moment.
“You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you dance.” His voice was low, enough to give you shivers up your spine. “Why?”
“Because you’ve never asked.” You walked toward him, stopping just centimeters away. “Now tell me, what brings you here?” You tilted your head to get a better view on him. You were sure you were sweaty and probably looked like a complete mess. Like always, Connor looked perfect, his synthetic skin practically invincible.
“Is it a crime to visit my partner?” He asked, and though his tone was innocent, you knew otherwise. He was smarter than he seemed around Hank, who was constantly making puns. You tugged on his tie. He still wore the uniform he came in, pulling it off the way he always had.
“You tell me, Detective.” You gave him a playful smile, swiping the remote from his hand before stepping away to grab a drink of water from the bottle in your little desk area.
“Captain Fowler let me off early. Well, North and Markus dragged me from the station and told me to come on your break.” You shook your head, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you did so. Those two never ceased to impress you. “Once I got here, they suddenly remembered they had a meeting and left.” You let out a laugh this time, Connor’s confusion laced in his voice.
“Love, I think they were trying to set us up.” You smiled, going back to kiss his nose before going to change the song. “Hey, Con, you know how to dance?”
“Dancing is not in my programming, (Y/N).” He loved using that excuse. Kissing wasn’t in his program either, and yet he still loved giving you ones.
“And that’s why I’m going to teach you.” You said, plugging in the song and taking his hand. Gently, you guided him to the middle. You picked up his left hand and lifted it up, intertwining your fingers with his. His other hand settled on your waist.
“Okay, when I step forward with my right foot, you step back with your left. When I step back with my left, you step forward with your right.” You smiled up at him. “It’s okay if you stumble, or if you happen to step on my feet.”
Slowly, you guided him through the steps. “Step, together, back, together.”
The first time he tried it, he ended up stepping on your foot, his cheeks tinted blue. You smiled, but didn’t say anything. “Try again.” You encouraged. As you walked through again, he stumbled a little less.
After a couple of successful attempts, you moved your hand to lift up his chin. He’d been looking down at his feet since you started. His cheeks weren’t blue anymore.
“Music on.” You called out, and the song you chose started to play.
When the song ended, the two of you stared at each other, perfectly still.
“Picked that up quickly, did we?” You tilted your head with a grin. You leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose before gently removing yourself from his arms.
You had to remind yourself that the next class was starting in ten minutes, and students were bound to walk in any second. You walked over to the desk, unplugging your tablet so you could take attendance. With barely any noise, Connor crept up behind you, pulling you towards him and leaving a trail of soft kisses up your neck.
“Someone’s needy today.” You joked, moving to turn around and give him a proper kiss.
“Pardon my behavior, I couldn’t help myself.”
There were screams and laughs coming from outside, and you had to pull away before your next class walked in. Sure enough, a horde of adolescents banged the door open seconds after you had ended the kiss.
“Miss (Y/N)!” One of your favorites, Ella, skipped up to you and Connor with a wide grin. “I got the last routine done!”
You bent down to meet her eyes. “That’s wonderful, Ella!” You gave her a high five before her eyes shifted to Connor.
She stepped closer to your bent figure, whispering into your ear. “Miss (Y/N), who is he?”
Your eyes sparkled when you laughed, standing up straight. “Ella, this is Connor. He might be watching us today. Is that okay?”
She nodded shyly, running off to the others.
You turned to Connor. “You staying?”
“If you would like me to.” Like Ella, you nodded before going to the front of the room, checking off attendance.
Connor took a seat on the side line of chairs.
“Hi everybody!” You greeted. “As you can see, this is Connor, he’s going to be watching today.” You glanced over at Connor, who had that soft smile on his face that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “Okay, let’s start with the warmup!”
An hour later, music was blasting as you led the class into the routine. You were still standing in the front, but you were facing the class as they moved. “5, 6, 7, 8!” You yelled, and right on time, they moved in sync.
“Music off.” You called out to the speakers. “Okay everyone, next time we’ll start on a new routine. Have a nice night, get home safe!”
Around Connor, a small group of parents had sat down, waiting to pick up their kids.
Once everyone had gone, you grabbed your things, Connor waiting for you by the door. As the two of you walked out, you said lowly, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Imagine (Spoiler): After finding Markus in the dump, he's having a hard time leaving you to join the fugitives. (Your love is forbidden because you're a HUman)
I don't own the Gif, kudos for @sharkmun