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@video-game-imagines
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
here’s a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)
Heyyyy I love your imagines! I was wondering if I could have a Nathan Drake and female reader with lyric 22? If not that’s fine. Thank you!
Absolutely, my dear! I’ve got it on my list! 💕
Armor (Connor RK800 x F! Reader)
AN: A feel good fic requested by @moonbri! I hope you enjoy, my dear! Lyrics come from the song “Constellate” by Fleurie. Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
“When your world is feeling heavy you can lay your armor on me. You can lay your head down on me.”
You groaned as you settled further into your couch feeling the warm tears begin to slowly drip down your cheeks. Why am like this? I can’t get anything right. The room around you was nearly pitch black the only light coming from a single lamp bathing the room in a hazy glow. It had been a difficult day for you at work; a difficult case that ended poorly and you couldn’t help but feel as if it was your fault. With the intel that you were given you were so sure that you had made the right move; chosen the best lead to follow but you were wrong. The worst part was that you had a gut feeling that you chose to ignore. Choosing evidence over what your instincts were essentially screaming at you to follow.
You had been tipped off that a local drug dealer, one you and your partner had been tracking for months, Arthur Harlow, was expected to receive two large shipments of Red Ice earlier this evening. You were told that the shipments were going to happen at the Port of Detroit and the Port of Muskegon. Unfortunately, you had two things working against you. The fact that Harlow was good at covering his tracks with the distinct possibility that this could be a trap and the fact that you didn’t have enough man power to hit both ports before the Red Ice shipments made their way across Michigan. More importantly, Harlow could slip through your fingers and continue to plague your city with more Red Ice in circulation. All the evidence pointed you in the direction of the Port of Detroit but there was something inside of you telling you that it was actually Port Muskegon that you should focus your attention on.
Tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you heard the distinct click of a key turning in the lock of your front door. Your back was facing the door as the lights suddenly flicked on and you heard an all too familiar voice calling out to you, “Y/N?”
You desperately tried to wipe the tears from your face doing your best to school your features into a calm façade. Unfortunately, your voice betrayed you with a hoarse crack, “Connor? You’re home early…”
You heard the hurried footfalls of your beloved android rushing around to your place on the couch. Soon Connor was crouched in front of you. Cool fingertips beneath your chin urging you to meet his gaze, the worry that you saw in his gaze warmed your heart, “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Concern filled Connor’s warm chocolate gaze which had you melting, but you still didn’t want to burden him with your problems, “It’s nothing. I just had something in my eyes.”
You saw the LED on his temple blinking briefly, “Y/N, you were sitting here in the dark. Your stress levels are far too high for it to be ‘nothing’. What’s wrong? Something has obviously upset you.”
You inched closer to the armrest of your couch trying to put some distance between the two of you, “Connor… Sweetie, it’s nothing really.” Connor stood up and took a seat beside you on the couch. For a moment you thought he had given up but that was your own foolish mistake. Strong arms grasped ahold of you pulling you up and to your left until you were seated on Connor’s lap facing him head on. You let out a startled yelp, throwing your arms out to grasp the back of the couch as you somewhat awkwardly straddled your boyfriend, “Connor, what are you doing?”
His head tilted ever so slightly, as he ran one hand into your hair while the other stayed firmly on your back, “You are in distress and I am trying to comfort you.”
You sighed and leaned forward until your forehead touched his own, “That’s unbelievably sweet of you but maybe next time you can give me a little warning?”
Connor’s hand drifted down toward your cheek, letting his thumb wipe away some of your tears, “My apologies. Now, what has you so distressed? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because you wouldn’t be so upset if that were the case.”
You pouted slightly trying to fight against another wave of tears, “You never know I could just be crying over nothing.” You met Connor’s gaze which told you he wasn’t giving up, “Fine, Detective, you win.” You saw him smirk at your remark, but he waited for you to continue, “You’ll think it’s foolish… but I just feel so worthless and inept.”
Suddenly Connor shifted until he was laying down along the couch pulling you with him until you were laying on top of him, “Y/N, you and I both know that none of those adjectives describe you. What has you thinking this way?”
You began to tear up again, “It’s the Harlow case that I’ve been working on for ages now. I fumbled things so badly and I don’t think I can fix them. I knew in my gut that I should have gone to Muskegon, but the evidence told me to go to the Port of Detroit… and do you know what we found? Nothing! A couple of hired lackeys and some fake drugs. Now there’s even more Red Ice in circulation and Arthur Harlow gets to walk free. It’s all my fault…” You were gasping for air as hot tears gushed down your face, “I don’t deserve to be a part of this department if I can’t handle such a simple case.”
Connor’s arms encased you, pulling you even closer to him as his hand began running up and down your back, “You’re right.” That sentence alone shook you to your core and you felt another wave of tears coming but Connor quickly tilted your chin up and kissed you. It was slow and sweet, pulling away he stared lovingly at you, “You are being foolish. Y/N, you’re not worthless or inept because of one failed case. You worked hard, harder than most of your colleagues to get where you are. If anyone deserves a place at the DPD it’s you.”
You were taken aback, and as you sniffled your vision started to clear, “Says you. You were designed to be the perfect detective and you are. If it was you on this case I’m sure you would’ve solved it without a problem.”
Connor chuckled at your remark and kissed the top of your head, “Need I remind you how many deviants I let get away? And you’re giving yourself too little credit, Y/N. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing and followed the evidence. No one blames you for what happened today.” You nuzzled into the crook of Connor’s neck breathing deeply, “Besides, look at what you did accomplish. You arrested a dozen of Harlow’s men with the right interrogation they’re bound to give something up. Today was a minor setback not a failure.”
You looked back into Connor’s eyes with a shy smile, “Thank you, Connor.” Leaning forward to peck his lips left you giggling, “I’m sorry you had to deal with my mood swings after a long day.”
He let out a breathy chuckle and intertwined your fingers together, “Well, adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. Besides, I don’t like seeing you in pain. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I’ve ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way that I do but for now I’ll just have to keep reminding you; every single day if I have to.”
You smiled gently and laid your head against Connor’s chest, hearing his thirium pump beating steadily, “I love you, Connor.”
With another kiss to the top of your head, you heard him mumble out, “I love you, too.”
*I tried to keep it in the ballpark of 1k words but went a little over. Hope this wasn’t too OOC and that you guys liked it!
Song Lyric Prompts
Reblog for my followers in different time zones :)
Mobile Masterlist: Connor RK800
Megalomania (Prequel) [Coming Soon]
The Way You Said “I Love You” #32 (Part I)
The Way You Said “I Love You” #8 & #50 (Part II)
Where You Are (Part III) [Coming Soon]
Back to Life
Armor (Song Lyric Drabble)
A Light In The Dark (Song Lyric Drabble) [Coming soon]
Whatever May Come (Song Lyric Drabble) [Coming Soon]
Too Cynical (Song Lyric Drabble) [Coming Soon]
A Beautiful Soul [Coming Soon]
The Way You Said “I Love You” #9 & #23 [Coming Soon]
Set in Code [Coming Soon]
Short Circuit [Coming Soon]
Hi! can you please do lyric 38 with female reader x Faith Seed from Far Cry5 ?
Yes I absolutely can, my dear! I’ll add it to my list! :)
Armor (Connor RK800 x F! Reader)
AN: A feel good fic requested by @moonbri! I hope you enjoy, my dear! Lyrics come from the song “Constellate” by Fleurie. Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
You groaned as you settled further into your couch feeling the warm tears begin to slowly drip down your cheeks. Why am like this? I can’t get anything right. The room around you was nearly pitch black the only light coming from a single lamp bathing the room in a hazy glow. It had been a difficult day for you at work; a difficult case that ended poorly and you couldn’t help but feel as if it was your fault. With the intel that you were given you were so sure that you had made the right move; chosen the best lead to follow but you were wrong. The worst part was that you had a gut feeling that you chose to ignore. Choosing evidence over what your instincts were essentially screaming at you to follow.
You had been tipped off that a local drug dealer, one you and your partner had been tracking for months, Arthur Harlow, was expected to receive two large shipments of Red Ice earlier this evening. You were told that the shipments were going to happen at the Port of Detroit and the Port of Muskegon. Unfortunately, you had two things working against you. The fact that Harlow was good at covering his tracks with the distinct possibility that this could be a trap and the fact that you didn’t have enough man power to hit both ports before the Red Ice shipments made their way across Michigan. More importantly, Harlow could slip through your fingers and continue to plague your city with more Red Ice in circulation. All the evidence pointed you in the direction of the Port of Detroit but there was something inside of you telling you that it was actually Port Muskegon that you should focus your attention on.
Tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you heard the distinct click of a key turning in the lock of your front door. Your back was facing the door as the lights suddenly flicked on and you heard an all too familiar voice calling out to you, “Y/N?”
You desperately tried to wipe the tears from your face doing your best to school your features into a calm façade. Unfortunately, your voice betrayed you with a hoarse crack, “Connor? You’re home early…”
You heard the hurried footfalls of your beloved android rushing around to your place on the couch. Soon Connor was crouched in front of you. Cool fingertips beneath your chin urging you to meet his gaze, the worry that you saw in his gaze warmed your heart, “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Concern filled Connor’s warm chocolate gaze which had you melting, but you still didn’t want to burden him with your problems, “It’s nothing. I just had something in my eyes.”
You saw the LED on his temple blinking briefly, “Y/N, you were sitting here in the dark. Your stress levels are far too high for it to be ‘nothing’. What’s wrong? Something has obviously upset you.”
You inched closer to the armrest of your couch trying to put some distance between the two of you, “Connor… Sweetie, it’s nothing really.” Connor stood up and took a seat beside you on the couch. For a moment you thought he had given up but that was your own foolish mistake. Strong arms grasped ahold of you pulling you up and to your left until you were seated on Connor’s lap facing him head on. You let out a startled yelp, throwing your arms out to grasp the back of the couch as you somewhat awkwardly straddled your boyfriend, “Connor, what are you doing?”
His head tilted ever so slightly, as he ran one hand into your hair while the other stayed firmly on your back, “You are in distress and I am trying to comfort you.”
You sighed and leaned forward until your forehead touched his own, “That’s unbelievably sweet of you but maybe next time you can give me a little warning?”
Connor’s hand drifted down toward your cheek, letting his thumb wipe away some of your tears, “My apologies. Now, what has you so distressed? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because you wouldn’t be so upset if that were the case.”
You pouted slightly trying to fight against another wave of tears, “You never know I could just be crying over nothing.” You met Connor’s gaze which told you he wasn’t giving up, “Fine, Detective, you win.” You saw him smirk at your remark, but he waited for you to continue, “You’ll think it’s foolish… but I just feel so worthless and inept.”
Suddenly Connor shifted until he was laying down along the couch pulling you with him until you were laying on top of him, “Y/N, you and I both know that none of those adjectives describe you. What has you thinking this way?”
You began to tear up again, “It’s the Harlow case that I’ve been working on for ages now. I fumbled things so badly and I don’t think I can fix them. I knew in my gut that I should have gone to Muskegon, but the evidence told me to go to the Port of Detroit… and do you know what we found? Nothing! A couple of hired lackeys and some fake drugs. Now there’s even more Red Ice in circulation and Arthur Harlow gets to walk free. It’s all my fault...” You were gasping for air as hot tears gushed down your face, “I don’t deserve to be a part of this department if I can’t handle such a simple case.”
Connor’s arms encased you, pulling you even closer to him as his hand began running up and down your back, “You’re right.” That sentence alone shook you to your core and you felt another wave of tears coming but Connor quickly tilted your chin up and kissed you. It was slow and sweet, pulling away he stared lovingly at you, “You are being foolish. Y/N, you’re not worthless or inept because of one failed case. You worked hard, harder than most of your colleagues to get where you are. If anyone deserves a place at the DPD it’s you.”
You were taken aback, and as you sniffled your vision started to clear, “Says you. You were designed to be the perfect detective and you are. If it was you on this case I’m sure you would’ve solved it without a problem.”
Connor chuckled at your remark and kissed the top of your head, “Need I remind you how many deviants I let get away? And you’re giving yourself too little credit, Y/N. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing and followed the evidence. No one blames you for what happened today.” You nuzzled into the crook of Connor’s neck breathing deeply, “Besides, look at what you did accomplish. You arrested a dozen of Harlow’s men with the right interrogation they’re bound to give something up. Today was a minor setback not a failure.”
You looked back into Connor’s eyes with a shy smile, “Thank you, Connor.” Leaning forward to peck his lips left you giggling, “I’m sorry you had to deal with my mood swings after a long day.”
He let out a breathy chuckle and intertwined your fingers together, “Well, adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. Besides, I don’t like seeing you in pain. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I’ve ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way that I do but for now I’ll just have to keep reminding you; every single day if I have to.”
You smiled gently and laid your head against Connor’s chest, hearing his thirium pump beating steadily, “I love you, Connor.”
With another kiss to the top of your head, you heard him mumble out, “I love you, too.”
*I tried to keep it in the ballpark of 1k words but went a little over. Hope this wasn’t too OOC and that you guys liked it!
Song Lyric Prompts
Thank you, Ashley. For supporting me when I need it. Listening when I need it, and speaking out when I really want you to. Hugs always Xoxo, Lara
Awwww, Lara, you’re such a sweetheart! You, my darling friend, deserve only the best. And if you ever need to talk you know you can always come to me. Stay strong, Ms. Monroe! ❤️❤️
-Ash ❤️❤️
Good Cole + F! Reality Conduit Reader and lyric no 19, please? (You could use this as practice for the upcoming ‘Chances’ fic?
True enough. I will add that to my list, nonnie. :)
can you please do lyric 44 with wheaty x female deputy reader please?
Yes, I sure can, my lovely! <3 It’s already on my list!
I want a full length movie of uncharted so bad now after seeing that fan film
SAME! Gimme a full-length film like yesterday! Nathan Fillion is Nathan Drake in my opinion. I would honestly be so down to start a kickstarter for that team to just make a full length film 😍
Hi it’s Emily (for like the 5th time). I’ve just noticed that lyric 4 could be seen as angsty or fluffy and I’m probably being a huge inconvenience and annoyance but please can it be more fluffy than angsty? I am so so so sorry for the amount of asks I’ve sent you and if you’ve got too much on your plate right now feel free to ignore this, I really don’t want you to get stressed out. Anyway thank so much and I apologise for all the asks I’ve sent, sorry
Oh sweetie, it’s fine trust me! :) Making it fluffier is absolutely not an inconvenience, at all. I want you to love the end result. Trust me, Emily, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for! I always love receiving asks from you guys. Even if it’s something as simple as telling me how your day is going or just chatting. :) My ask box is always open, my dear! ❤️
If it's still available, can you plz do Fem! Reader x RK800 Connor with lyric no. 9? Thank you~
I certainly can! I’ll add it to my list, love! ❤️
Hi! Can you please do lyric 32 with female reader x Markus from dbh? You're stories are always amazing! Thank you for sharing them with us!!
Awwww thank you, love!❤️ And yay, a Markus request! Good song choice too! I will add it to my list! ❤️
I love the song for #42 so much! Could you do something with John Seed and the reader? It being about him falling for her please?
I love the song, as well! ❤️It’s definitely one of my favorites. Lol I’m trying to imagine this story and right now I’m seeing a reader who is just wrecking John’s day but somehow he’s still into it. Anyway, I’ll add that to the list!
Ever played on the Devil May Cry series or Bayonetta series?
I’ve played Devil May Cry but I haven’t played the Bayonetta series yet. My older brother has been trying to get me to play Bayonetta though.... Who knows? Maybe I’ll play it soon.
Can you do Vampire! Cole x female Reader + lyric no. 16, please? Congrats on your 900+ followers, btw. *dances*
Ahhhhh! Thank you so much, darling! I’ll add your request to the list! ❤️
Hey if it’s ok please can I have lyric 65 with Delsin Rowe from infamous second son with female pronouns please your writing is so so amazing I love pretty much all of your stuff. If the lyrics thing isn’t open at the moment then you can ignore this sorry 😊
Hello, lovie! Of course it’s open and I will mark down your request! Also, Thank you so much! I appreciate your kindness immensely, my dear! ❤️
