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[CN] Gavin’s Reflection of Beauty Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: Detailed spoilers for a date yet to be released in EN! 🍒

Phone call between Gavin and Mr Keller before the date: here

Candlelit Night Collection: Kiro // Lucien // Victor

Trivia regarding the name of the date:

This date is called 惊鸿照影来, which is part of a couplet from “Shenyuan”, a poem by Lu You written in the Song Dynasty

Rough translation of the full couplet: Alas, the green water under the forlorn bridge / Once reflected the charming face of my beloved one!

It was inspired by the poet’s own love story, where he was forced to leave his wife because his mother didn’t like her. Even so, their love never ceased. Ten years later, they met again in Shenyuan Garden (which was also the place he first fell in love with her). Lu You inscribed a poem on a stone wall, conveying his anger and sorrow towards their separation. A few days after seeing the poem, she died from depression :’<

“Shenyuan” was written later on as a memorialisation of his undying love. It conveys how revisiting old places makes one remember past lovers and sentiments

[ CHAPTER ONE ]

The date begins with MC and Gavin having a rehearsal for the sequel of the “Three Lifetimes” play

The audience had a deep impression of them in “Three Lifetimes”, so Mr Keller wrote them into the sequel as second leads

In the play, the town looks forward to the marriage between Lady Su (the female lead) and Swordsman Bai (Gavin)

But Lady Su is in love with Swordsman Bai’s friend, a scholar (the male lead)

Meanwhile, Swordsman Bai is in love with the character MC is playing (a high-ranking palace maid and a close friend of Lady Su)

After the rehearsal, Mr Keller gives them suggestions on how to improve, and tells Gavin to gaze at MC and hold her hand during a particular scene:

Gavin: ...all right.

[ CHAPTER TWO ]

Once the rehearsal is over, Gavin is a sweetheart as always, bringing water and a few bananas over to MC with this face:

Gavin: If it isn’t enough, I can get a few more?

MC: There’s enough, there’s enough.

Su Xuan, the actress playing Lady Su, tells them to change outfits for the photoshoot:

Su Xuan: I’ll help you put on some make-up first, then marry you off beautifully to your Mr Gavin. Come, close your eyes.

Without giving me a chance to explain or argue, she skilfully helps me with my make-up, as though she’s really helping a sister prepare for her wedding.

Su Xuan: Mm, that’s more like it.

She pulls me to my feet. After looking me over carefully, she tilts her head and smiles at something behind me.

Su Xuan: What does the groom think?

Before I have time to react, Su Xuan pushes me lightly, and I fall into familiar arms.

Gavin: Pretty.

Gavin, who has walked out of the changing room, is also wearing a matching set of red wedding attire.

The colour, which isn’t typically found on him, suits him unexpectedly well.

His easy-going independence has been toned down, replaced with fiery passion.

Gavin: What are you looking at?

MC: This outfit really suits you.

MC: ...very handsome!

Gavin: [coughs] ...you look very pretty in red too.

Gavin’s ears have a tinge of redness. He rubs the back of his neck, his eyes containing insuppressible surprise and warmth as he looks at me.

Su Xuan: All right, you two “newlyweds” can appreciate each other after the shoot! The photographer this time is quite picky.

As she speaks, she pulls our hands together.

The both of us stop talking, perhaps due to the dry air around us, or the warmth surfacing in our eyes.

Gavin holds onto my hand tightly.

[ CHAPTER TWO: A flashback ]

Location: Outside Lynn’s Kitchen

By the time Minor and Gavin leave the noodle shop, the sky is mostly dark.

Only traces of the sunset glow faintly from behind the tall buildings.

Minor: It’s so difficult to get tickets this Chinese New Year... I’m always struggling during this part of the year, and spending the New Year’s alone here is too cheerless. Gavin, what are your plans? Eh... why am I even asking - you’re definitely spending it with Boss.

Gavin is the same as always, letting Minor ramble on at his ear.

Only when he hears the final sentence does a corner of his heart feel a light tug.

Gavin: Mm. I promised to help Mr Keller with her.

Gavin smiles faintly without even realising it himself.

Minor: Huh? ...even though I find this method a little off, it’s not bad I guess! Boss has been asking everyone in the office what dishes they usually make for New Year’s. It made me curious... so you two are spending New Year’s together!

Minor’s words cause Gavin to recall the few memories of “spending the New Year’s” he has.

New Year’s should be a festival of celebration. There was a time when he looked forward to it.

It’s just that afterwards, this day gradually became no different from a normal one.

That is, until the girl reappeared in his life, drawing the link between this day and warmth.

It made him start looking forward to it again.

Minor: Bro Gavin? What are you thinking about? It’s rare to see this look on your face... I got it!

Minor makes an exaggerated expression, predictably receiving Gavin’s neither hard nor soft punch.

Gavin: Minor, are there places selling New Year goods near her home?

Minor: Bro Gavin, you want to... buy New Year goods?!

Gavin: What’s wrong with that?

Minor: Nothing nothing nothing...

Gavin: ...your smile is a little nauseating.

Minor: I’m just happy! Then again, as compared to preparing in advance, there will be more of an atmosphere if you pick them out together!

Gavin: Makes sense.

Gavin nods, quickening his pace slightly.

Minor: Bro Gavin, where are you headed to next?

Several images flash across his mind - a warm light in the living room left on for him, a table with the home-cooked dishes he mentioned liking, and the girl waiting for him on the sofa, hugging a pillow.

Gavin: Home.

[ CHAPTER THREE ]

The photoshoot turns out to be more difficult than MC expected

Photographer: You must imagine - you two are about to elope, so it has to be dynamic! And yet have a tinge of... hesitation and worry! You’ve got to feel it! Change your pose!

MC and Gavin struggle to understand the photographer’s abstract descriptions

MC suggests they pretend to chat while sitting on the grass

MC: ...the weather is getting cold. Does Sparky need to be sent for maintenance?

Once the words leave my mouth, I’m filled with a sense of regret. This topic is too forced...

Gavin seems to be stunned for a moment, then the corners of his lips lift gently.

Gavin: Mm, I have plans to do so. We can find a day to go together.

MC: Ah, okay!

Gavin smiles, lifting his hand to tuck stray tendrils of hair behind my ear.

His amber eyes, which are filled to the brim with smiles, hold my blinking and grinning expression within them.

Photographer: Very good! That’s the right feeling! Could the both of you try lying down? Girl, close your eyes and lift your head slightly.

MC: ...all right. Like this?

I follow the photographer’s instructions and lie down at Gavin’s side, closing my eyes.

In the darkness, a familiar warmth encases me tightly, allowing me to have a peace of mind and lean into his arms.

We are very close to each other. His unique scent entwines with the reed grass that has been dried by the sun, reminding me of the summer we spent together. A breeze brushes past us.

It makes one want to draw even nearer.

Photographer: Very good very good. Can the man include some movements to add on to the idea of newlyweds interacting?

Gavin: ...uhm.

I hear Gavin’s breath halt for a moment, as though he’s deep in thought.

After a while, he seems to have thought of something, and he laughs softly.

Gavin: MC, don’t move.

Right after he finishes speaking, I feel a lock of hair near my ear being lifted gently.

I don’t dare to move a single inch, nor dare to open my eyes. I leave myself entirely to Gavin.

The frequency of my heartbeat increases, and a numbness travels from the roots of my hair to my spine. My hair seems to be gently held in his palm.

Gavin: ...let me know if it hurts. I’ve never tried this before.

Even though he says this, his actions are cautious and tender.

All I can feel are the slight vibrations from my hair, the lock of hair ascending and descending along with his fingers, and then falling by my ear again.

I purse my lips tightly, frantically trying to control my rapid breathing. I’m afraid that I might accidentally ruin this ambience.

The shutter continuously sounds. The photographer seems to be saying something again, but I can no longer hear him clearly.

Next to me, Gavin’s breathing brushes against my forehead and the tips of my hair. The breath, which carries a certain warmth, feels like a light kiss.

Even though this is just a photoshoot, I wish time would give us this moment for a little while longer.

The words he said during the Qixi Festival last year surge from the depths of my heart, and once again gather in the centre.

I can’t help but feel that even if our destinies entangle and cross, and fate only allows for fleeting meetings, we will ultimately accompany each other at the very end.

In my ear, the sound of his heartbeat is akin to him giving me a definite answer. One after the other, regular and resolute.

Photographer:

Gavin: MC, we can get up now.

I open my eyes slowly. The past few minutes have felt like a small, beautiful dream.

In Gavin’s hand are locks of our hair tied together with a red string.

Noticing my gaze, Gavin clear his throat unnaturally.

Gavin: ...when the idea of “newlyweds” was brought up, I could only think of this.

[Trivia: In Chinese culture, one’s hair represents one’s self. During a traditional Chinese wedding, the couple would each cut a lock of their hair and tie them together. This is called 结发 (”joining of hair”). It symbolises the couple becoming one flesh and blood, and how they would be connected forever... T^T]

I nod, not daring to meet his eyes.

His short sentence channels layers of emotions in my heart, converging into unstoppable ripples.

In a most straightforward way, his unembellished words leave a long and sweet aftertaste in my heart.

MC: Let’s go over there so the next group can use this place...

Gavin: Hold on...

Without waiting for Gavin to finish, I’ve already sat up. Only when I feel a light tugging sensation do I realise that my hair is still tied to Gavin’s.

MC: Ah-

Gavin: ...does it hurt? Don’t worry, I’ll untie the knot.

Gavin’s voice, which carries within it concern, is very close to the top of my head. In the next second, the strands of hair that are pulled are immersed in a tender warmth.

Gavin: ...I might have tied it a little too tightly.

MC: Let me try...

Gavin agrees with a sound, cooperating by bending down slightly to make it easier to untie the red string.

I try pulling at the end of the string, but the knot refuses to budge.

Gavin: ...

MC: It does seem a little tight... could it be a dead knot?

Gavin seems to have leaned in a little closer. Perhaps it’s just my misperception, but he seems even closer than he was during the photoshoot.

His temperature and breath make my face feel increasingly flushed. I focus on the knot in my hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice my flustered state.

MC: N-next time, don't tie it so tightly! Or else I’ll leave it to you to untie.

I pretend to be angry, wanting to break the atmosphere that makes my heart go into a frenzy.

Gavin: All right, I got it.

When I hear his voice in my ear, I know fully well that my attempts are futile.

When the red string is finally released and falls to the ground, I release a huge sigh, yet feel an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

It’s as though my fate with Gavin has become untied.

They get called back to the rehearsal

MC: We should go over then.

Gavin: ...hold on.

Gavin pauses, then takes the red string from my hand.

In a slightly clumsy manner, he uses the string to tie a knot at the end of my plait.

Gavin: This is also considered joining of the hair.

Gavin looks at me, his eyes clear, as though he has seen through all my emotions.

Gavin: Let’s go.

While he speaks, he takes my hand and we leave.

I hold onto Gavin firmly, the red string on my hair swaying gently along with our footsteps.

We will never miss each other again.

[ CHAPTER FOUR ]

At 8pm, the play finally begins

On stage, MC is supposed to read a letter to Gavin

But when she opens it up, she realises there’s nothing on the letter even though her script is supposed to be on it

Gavin notices that something is amiss, so he steps in to calm her down while pretending everything is normal

MC starts reciting her lines based on memory, but starts panicking in fear of ruining the play

Gavin then takes the letter from her and pretends to read from it, reciting her lines perfectly

The First Act of the play comes to an end, and there’s an intermission

MC decides to thank Gavin properly after the play is over, but Su Xuan suddenly looks for her:

Su Xuan: MC, are you free now? Pass the silk ball to Gavin! I don’t know why, but the prop hasn’t been brought over yet.

MC: Okay! I’ll go now!

Thinking of the little time left, I grab the silk ball and run towards the other end without much thought.

In the next scene, Gavin and I are supposed to enter the stage from different sides, which is why I have to cross through the entire backstage to reach him.

The silk ball is an indispensable prop in the next scene. Also... I have a “thank you” to say to him in person.

With this in mind, I quicken my pace, and find a familiar figure afar off in the busy backstage.

MC: Gavin! I’m over here!

I stand on my tiptoes and wave at him, thinking of ways to reach him even faster.

Hearing this, Gavin raises his head. After seeing me, he immediately weaves through the crowd and walks towards me.

People are moving to and fro. Our eyes only have each other, and we go against the flow of people, walking towards our only focus.

Staff: Prepare for the second half!

When I’m only a few steps away from him, the countdown for the second half of the play resounds.

MC: Gavin, this is for you!

In my desperation, I lift my hand. The silk ball flies in a slightly shaky arc, landing steadily in Gavin’s arms.

[Trivia: In Chinese culture, the silk ball (绣球 - ”xiu qiu”) is used to symbolize love. Giving it to someone reflects the giving of one’s heart. If a woman is in search of a fated life partner, she will toss the ball high into the air in a crowd. The person who catches the silk ball would become the person’s husband]

MC: Gavin, about earlier...

Staff: MC? What are you doing here? Go back, we’re about to start soon. The snatching scene is next, and it’s very important.

MC: Please wait! I haven’t finished what I wanted to say...

The staff doesn’t give me a chance to continue, and pulls me to the other end.

I turn my head towards Gavin, and I have no choice but to swallow the words of gratitude I couldn’t say to him in time.

Gavin: [unintentionally sexy whisper] Wait for me.

Gavin stands in place and looks at me, mouthing those words to me.

The bell from the venue rings, and the noise from the audience gradually dissipates.

Staff: The Second Act! Begins!

[ CHAPTER FOUR: A flashback ]

Location: Gavin’s home

MC: “It’s good, and I doubt the lady would refuse, but...”

Gavin: Are you still looking at your lines?

MC: ...Gavin? Why are you here!

[Note: I have no idea why MC asks this since the backdrop is of his own house LOL]

Gavin walks over with a blanket in his hand.

MC: The rehearsal is the day after tomorrow, so I’m trying to make use of my time to familiarise myself with the script, especially the scene where I’m reading the letter. Even though I should be able to read straight from the letter on the actual day, I think it’s better to memorise it just in case... Gavin, why don’t you accompany me in going through the lines!

Gavin nods and sits beside me. After covering me with the blanket, he takes the script from my hands.

Gavin: From here?

MC: Okay!

Gavin and I go through the dialogue. Places I usually get stuck at become miraculously smooth.

Without realising it, we’ve gone through the entire script.

I flip through the script, marking out places requiring additional attention.

MC: I feel like Mr Keller has taken reference from the personalities of the actors when writing the lines. I keep thinking that the lines sound like what you would say.

While speaking, I let out a yawn.

Gavin: If you’re tired, rest. We can continue tomorrow.

As the year draws to a close, there are more things than usual to settle at work. And when I come home, I’d have to familiarise myself with the script. It’s natural that I’d feel fatigued.

MC: You don’t have anything on tomorrow?

Gavin: I don’t have work tomorrow, so we can practice our lines.

MC: That’s great!

A warmth gushes out of my heart. I shift closer to Gavin, sharing half the blanket with him. We look at the script together.

MC: This is so much warmer!

Gavin: ...do you still want to look at it?

MC: Mm, let’s look through the letter scene again. “If you lack medical knowledge... attach some... scattered silver... I hope to do my best...”

The words in front of me gradually become blurry and distorted. After a certain line, I lean on Gavin’s shoulder in a dazed state, giving up on my fight against sleep.

Gavin: MC? Are you asleep?

The girl, who loftily said they would look at the script together just a few minutes ago, is now leaning softly against his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

Gavin doesn’t wake her up, and simply covers her with a jacket. He flips to the first page of the script, quietly reading the girl’s lines, and memorising them.

The city is asleep, but the room filled with the breath of two people is still illuminated with a tender light.

The all-knowing stars in the night sky are silent, and will guard the small world belonging to these two people.

[ CHAPTER FIVE ] The curtains are drawn slowly. I once again step onto the stage, following the script.

In this scene, Gavin will snatch the silk ball, and I will hand it to the male lead so he can bring his beloved home.

For the scene to be more realistic, the actors are allowed to walk around spontaneously.

As such, I have to run past various settings, weave through the crowd, and finally reach the stipulated spot.

MC: Swordsman Bai?

Panting slightly, I stand underneath the embroidery building, looking for Gavin.

[Trivia: In ancient times, women who were more socially well-to-do would do embroidery in embroidery buildings.]

The sense of deja vu blurs my perception of the boundaries between the play and reality.

A strong wind arrives as promised. Following the glint of a sword, a path forms in the crowd, interrupting my thoughts.

Gavin is dressed in red. One hand holds onto the silk ball, and the other sheathes his sword. He walks straight towards me.

Gavin: Trivial matters held me back, and I seek forgiveness from the lady.

The corners of his lips are curled into an open smile. His eyes are wilful and tender.

The setting of the blue sky, the red silk in the surroundings, and the startled magpie birds surround Gavin, who is donned in wedding attire. It makes one unable to look away.

At this moment, he finally stands before me again.

The crowd and the noise of the world - they no longer have anything to do with me.

Gavin places the silk ball into my hands steadily.

Even though I know this is a script, and that it’s part of the plot, I can’t help but feel that the red silk ball in my hands is akin to a solemn promise.

A greedy thought even flits across my mind - maybe it’d be good if the story ends like this.

On stage, the silk ball is finally handed to the scholar. The lady takes the silk ball and holds it with her lover.

Under the embroidery building, Gavin suddenly takes my hand.

Gavin: Perhaps this may be abrupt. MC, are you willing to marry me and become my wife?

MC: ?!

Was there such a line in the script?

I look at Gavin with confusion.

Gavin doesn’t say a word. He stares straight at me without a hint of evasion.

There are so many emotions within that pair of eyes, leaving me unable to make sense of them. I have no idea what to say.

Off-stage, the audience erupt in thunderous cheers.

I glance to the side. Mr Keller, who has been watching the entire play, nods in my direction, signalling that I should continue in my role.

My confusion dissipates when I see Gavin’s amber eyes, which are filled with deep, tender emotions and lingering affection. There is even an undercurrent of questioning and anticipation.

It’s as though the answer I give would be an entrustment of the rest of my life.

My heart beats loudly in my chest, feeling like it would leap out from my throat in the next second.

MC: I... I accept.

I blush and respond, not even sure if my words are loud enough to be heard by the audience off-stage.

However, every single word is heard by Gavin, who has received my feelings.

With a gentle laugh, he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up.

Gavin brings me up the embroidery building to stand alongside the male and female leads.

At the end of the play, there is thunderous applause from off-stage. There are even a few audience members who are fully immersed in the story, sending us their blessings.

In the midst of the applause, I tilt my head and lean towards Gavin’s ear, speaking softly.

MC: Gavin, just now... I don’t remember seeing such a scene in the script?

Gavin: Mm, it was impromptu.

MC: Why didn’t you tell me beforehand? I even thought...

Gavin doesn’t respond further, only smiling at me.

Facing the cheering audience, the four of us bow and thank them for watching, as though worshipping the vast sea of people.

After the play, everyone involved in the show gathers together to celebrate over dinner

MC: Gavin, thank you so much for today! It’s a good thing you saved the show! Back then... I really didn’t know what to do.

While I speak, I raise the drink in my hand, clinking it lightly against Gavin’s.

Gavin: You were looking for me just now to say this?

He raises his drink, making up for the delayed clink.

MC: Yeah. I wanted to thank you properly, but time was so tight that I couldn’t find the chance. Come to think of it, how did you know my lines...

Gavin: When we were rehearsing lines together, I just memorised them as well.

Gavin lowers his head and takes a mouthful of food, maintaining his usual casual attitude. Noticing that I’ve been watching him, he rubs his neck in slight confusion.

Gavin: Um... is there something on my face?

I immediately shake my head. A warm wave of emotions overflow from my heart. Countless words of gratitude are lodged in my throat, but I feel that no matter what I say, it would not be enough.

In the end, I silently fill a bowl of soup for him.

At the table, everyone is eating and drinking merrily, and the atmosphere is warm.

MC: After spending so many days with the crew, thinking of how we might not have the chance to get together like this again makes me feel quite reluctant to part with them.

I lean against Gavin, looking at the lively crew around us.

MC: Gavin, I suddenly thought about something from my childhood. My dad used to be busy producing programs, and would bring me to the recording site to spend the New Year’s. The site was always busy, but no matter how pressed they were for time, everyone would sit down together and have an especially sumptuous dinner. Once I grew up, I also started spending my New Year’s working. I still remember that the warm ambience back then was the same as right now.

Gavin: Mm, I can imagine. I used to spend New Year’s with my teammates, and it was very lively.

MC: Even though it’s not at home, it’s still a different kind of fun!

Gavin: Since we’re on this topic, [coughs]...

Gavin seems to have something very important to say, but he takes another sip of his drink and stops.

I blink, waiting for him quietly. I can vaguely guess what he wants to say.

In the end, he seems to become determined. He clears his throat and turns his head to look at me with a serious expression.

Gavin: Over the next few days, if you don’t have anything else planned....

Gavin: Spend the New Year’s with me at home.

His tone is light, but the look in his eyes tells me just how solemn this invitation is. Even the tips of his ears turn an unnatural shade of red.

I am very certain that, to the both of us, these words are the most precious and serious treasures from the deepest parts of his heart.

MC: Okay.

I nod heavily in response. Since a very long time ago, this answer has not changed.

The corners of Gavin’s lips turn up slightly. Those eyes, which always have an undercurrent of emotions, look like a glacier that has melted in spring, tenderly melting into a warm current.

Gavin: I’ll pick you up then.

MC: Mm!!

The way his lips are curled upwards is as though all the uncertainties in his heart have found a most potent answer.

I find myself smiling along with him.

MC: I recently learnt how to make a few New Year’s dishes, so we can try them.

Gavin: All right, I can help. My skills... have improved.

I freeze for a moment, making a sudden realisation.

MC: Have you been practicing in secret? Looks like teaching you how to cook was a wise decision.

Gavin: ...I occasionally tried to.

MC: I’ll have to check the results of my teaching this year then!

Gavin: No problem.

Gavin smiles, nodding his head with some measure of seriousness. He suddenly thinks of something.

Gavin: Oh yes, do we need to buy things like spring couplets?

MC: Mmhmm, we also have to buy the character “福”! It will only feel like New Year’s when we have these things pasted.

[Trivia: During the Chinese New Year, households paste an inverted red coloured square with the character 福 (“fu”, which means auspiciousness, blessing or happiness) on doors, walls, etc. to usher in such tidings]

I continue talking, listing on my fingers the items I want to purchase.

In my memory, my aunties’ fierce interrogations don’t seem that long ago. In just a blink of an eye, a new year has arrived.

[Note: She’s making reference to the Spring Festival Date!]

This time, we can leave our time to each other.

In a place belonging only to us, flipping open a new year’s calendar together.

The atmosphere at the dining table is just right. The sound of clinking glasses and celebration comes in waves. No one notices this small corner.

We clasp each others’ fingers quietly.

Our pulses, only separated by a layer of skin, call out to each other in the language of warmth.

I’m so lucky to have you by my side.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc gavin #SOFT GAVIN #pardon the one billion screenshots of Gavin I included in this

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The Forgotten Truth

I think I forgot to write the enemies part in this enemies to lovers trope. ————– Summary: Alice Reed is an undercover cop who finds herself in Detroit, her childhood home again. How will she deal with it when her past comes face to face with her?

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing

Read it at ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28133892/chapters/68934498

<Masterlist> ————– Chapter 23

“CAN YOU FUCKING STOP?” Gavin groaned as he was hearing Connor flick his coin for the umpteenth time this week.

“Sorry, Detective. It’s just-”

“I don’t fucking care what it is. It’s annoying me.” Gavin rolled his eyes.

Connor nodded as he put his coin away.

“Why are you playing with your coin so much? You only do it to calibrate your systems.” Nines asked.

“An...unknown feeling has recently been introduced to me. I...don’t know what it is. But it’s growing stronger every day.” Connor struggled to say.

“Okay, now I’m interested.” Gavin smirked, “What’s this feeling about?”

“I don’t know, Detective. Maybe that’s the whole reason that I’ve been needing to calibrate my systems all week.”

“Okay, let’s cross some things off. Do you feel like crying?”

“No.”

“Do you want to kill someone?” Hank started to list.

“Not really, no.”

“What about wanting to fuck someone?” Gavin suggested.

Gavin was given two elbows to his ribs and three glares before Connor sighed, “No.”

“Okay...do you want to kiss someone? Or date them?”

“Uhhhh…..” Connor trailed off for a bit, thinking about it. It was about a minute afterward that he just covered his face, “Fuck.”

Gavin gaped, “Holy fuck, the tin can’s got a crush! Who is it? A boy, a girl? An enby? An android, a human? Tell me so I can make fun of you to them! My god, now I have another person that I can shit on you with.”

“Gavin, be reasonable.” Nines gave a look. “He’s still trying to figure this out.”

Connor’s LED kept spinning yellow as he buried his face in his hands, “How? Why? What?”

“Okay...I’ll answer that one at a time, I guess.” Gavin blinked, “How? They come up and you can’t get rid of them without getting hurt. So you just have to embrace them. Usually comes when you find someone attractive or when you’ve developed a good relationship with a friend of yours, connecting with them emotionally. Why? Feelings don’t just have a reason. You just kinda have them. What? It’s called a crush, dumbass, and you are going to tell you who it is so I can tease you about it.”

Connor looked up at Gavin, clearly still confused, “What do I do about it?”

“Well...you could do what Nines did with me by just flirting with me until I admitted that I liked him. Or you could do what I call a pro gamer move and tell them.”

“How is that called a pro gamer move? I-”

“Shut up, pissbaby.”

“Oh, we’re going back to that?” Hank raised an eyebrow, “Try me, bitch.”

“Alright, alright!” Nines huffed, pointing at Connor who took out his coin and started to play with it again, “Can we focus on the task at hand?”

“I think you should just tell them. What’s the worst that can happen?” Gavin snorted.

“Actually, a lot of things, Detective. I could-”

“Oh shut up. Come on, I’m sure they’ll still want to be friends with you, so you’d only regret it if you didn’t tell them.”

“I enjoy being their friend.”

“But you want to be more than that, right?”

“I….guess. I don’t know.”

“How long have you had this feeling?”

“Maybe three weeks to a month or so?” Connor tried to remember, “It’s mushing together whenever I’m with her.”

“AHA, so she’s a female!” Gavin smirked, watching Connor’s face flash with panic as he clearly wasn’t trying to give Gavin any information about it. “Okay, I’m going to just tell you that you’re going to have a much harder time because girls are the most fucking complex things in the universe. When they say they’re fine, they could be mad at you, upset at someone else, not feeling good, feeling GREAT, or really feeling fine. You will never know. Also if she asks you to buy pads or tampons for you if she’s human, the sizes do not mean pussy sizes. Do not ask her what size it is-”

Connor raised an eyebrow, “Pad and tampon sizes are used for the flow of a menstrual cycle. You would use larger ones when talking about heavier menstrual cycles. Detective, this is common knowledge that you should have learned in health class, or at the very least, from your sister.”

“Yeah, well I learned that the hard way.” Gavin rolled his eyes.

“Wait...did you really ask a girl what pussy size she had?” Hank started to laugh, “Man, Gavin, you are a clueless moron half the time, but it pays off.”

��I was 15, leave me alone!”

Connor seemed amused, “Well...I won’t ask her that then, Detective.”

“Good.” Gavin smiled, “Oh...I don’t know if your crush is like my sister, but...Alice used to appreciate the little things. She didn’t care how extravagant a gesture was. She just enjoyed spending time with them, them remembering her birthday, them getting her favorite brand of chocolate, all that good stuff.”

Connor raised an eyebrow, smiling, “Thank you, Detective. I never thought I’d be getting advice from you.”

Gavin chuckled before threatening Connor, “And the moment you tell someone, you won’t have a head anymore.”

“Got it.”

#lets goooo #gavin being a dumbass #the forgotten truth #chapter 23 #detroit become human #dbh hank #dbh gavin #dbh nines #dbh connor #DBH #oc character #cw swearing #swearing #swearing in tags #enemies to lovers except they were really only enemies for one chapter so it's really like friends to lovers or forbidden love idk #fluff

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Begin Again | h.a.

Masterlist here

Word count: 1104

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (just going thru them slower than usual)

Request: I saw that your requests were open and I absolutely love your writing. I was wondering if you could do something with hank anderson. Maybe he has a crush on a younger detective and the reader(female pronouns are fine or whatever is easier for you). The reader is helping Hank with paperwork or something and they are flirting without noticing, and Gavin makes a comment about the age difference and she puts Gavin in place. I hope this isn't too much. If it is I'm sorry. I just want fluff

A/N: tbh I’ve never really written for hank as a love interest before, so i kinda assumed he was just a fast-greying 40 year old for this. My brain’s been in kind of a weird place atm but writing this gave me something to do XD. I hope you like it :)

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To say you were an absolute ray of sunshine was an understatement. Even more so than Connor, you had to be one of the sweetest people in your precinct.

Which is why it was no surprise when Hank started to have feelings for you.

You were young, probably ten years younger than the lieutenant. You were training to be a detective, and Captain Fowler had decided that Hank and Connor would be good matches as your mentors.

Even Detective Reed couldn’t be mean to you, at least, not on purpose. The day you met, you’d greeted him with a shy but warm smile. “I look forward to working with you!” You had chirped, and he startled slightly. No one had ever been kind to him, especially considering his reputation.

You saw him as an older brother. Within the first week, you’d memorized everyone’s coffee orders, always saving his and Hank’s for last.

“What is this?” Gavin said, picking up the coffee at his desk. He looked at you suspiciously. “Did you poison this?” He asked, although his voice was lighter than the one he used around Connor.

“It’s coffee.” You pointed out. “Two creams and one sugar, just how you like it.” You sat on the other side of the desk, grinning.

“Please tell me you didn’t wake up at dawn just to get coffee for everybody.”

“And what if I did?” You asked innocently. He shook his head, but you could tell he was biting back a smile.

“You’re a fucking saint. You don’t belong in this place.” He took a swig of his coffee and shook his head again.

You shrugged, standing up. “I do what I do because it feels nice to make other people happy.”

Two weeks later, you were stuck in the bullpen after hours with Hank, filling out paperwork. Your laptop sat in your lap, and you typed furiously, trying to finish what you were working on as quickly as possible. The rushes of the cases you did were always better than any rollercoaster or drug you could take, but the aftermath was the most boring thing in the world to you.

“Paperwork. Gotta love it.” Hank said dryly. Connor sat next to the desk, calmly watching the two of you.

“Lieutenant, my offer still stands-” Connor started, but Hank waved a hand lazily in the air.

“It’s my responsibility, Connor.”

“I can hardly imagine that two months ago, you had me doing all the work.” Connor quipped, dodging the half-hearted punch that Hank threw at him. You looked up and smiled before returning your attention to the laptop.

“Sorry, I’m not great at holding up a conversation when I’m focused.” You apologized, clicking on another tab to start on the next document. “Especially when filling out an endless stream of paperwork.”

“Your presence is enough.” Hank smiled at you, butterflies fluttering in his stomach when you blushed.

“I’m flattered, Anderson.” You admitted.

For a moment, Hank watched you work. As you typed, your lips moved, almost as if you were saying the words as your fingers pecked at the keys. Every once in a while, the mouthed words became whispers, your eyes darting across the screen.

Finally, you felt Hank’s eyes on you. “Was there something you needed, Anderson?”

“No, just.. You were mumbling to yourself.” He scrambled. To your credit, you pretended not to notice his flustered expression.

You laughed. “Force of habit. I hope it isn’t distracting.” You looked like you wanted to say more, but Gavin strolled up to the desk.

“Didn’t know you were into younger girls, Hank.” Gavin snickered, and you rolled your eyes.

“Heading out, Reed?” You asked, trying to maintain a cheerful exterior. He seemed to like to go after your partners, but never around you.

“He’s got ten years on you, you know.” He smirked when Hank, who was behind you, shot him a glare. “Not enough to be your dad, but-”

“That’s enough, Gavin.” You said, your eyes turning dark. “I survived the academy for a reason, and it sure as hell wasn’t because I’m always nice.” A part of you was gleeful as Reed adjusted the bag on his shoulder. He was nervous now.

You changed back to your cheerful exterior within seconds. “And anyways, I don’t see how my love life relates to my work at the precinct. If I were to date any of my coworkers, I’d check with Captain Fowler first, and we’d go from there. Simple enough?” Gavin nodded wordlessly.

“Good. Have a nice night, Reed.” You waved as he walked away. Once he was out of earshot, Hank let out a howl of laughter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone put him in his place other than Connor.” He said in between laughs. You shrugged.

“Gavin’s not a total asshole, he just has an inferiority complex.” You smiled. “Anyways, his point was irrelevant. I don’t exactly care for societal rules. The idea of a nuclear family is outdated.” You waved a hand. “I’m almost done with this, so we should be ready to go soon.”

For the next fifteen minutes, all Hank heard was your typing, the keyboard keys clacking as they went up and down. When you were done, you shut your laptop, locked it in your desk, and started getting ready to go.

“Do you need a ride home?” Hank offered as you slipped your jacket on. “Connor and I can take you.”

“I don’t want to make you stay out too late-”

“It’s fine.”

Carefully, the three of you stepped out in the cold fall air, and Hank opened the passenger door for you. “You know how to get to your place from here?”

“Well enough. We could always use Connor as a GPS.” You joked. “Thank you for the ride, though.”

The car was quiet until you spoke up again. “Hank, does Gavin know something I don’t? About you?”

“Not now, (Y/N). We can talk once we get to your house, I can’t do this while I’m driving.”

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Finally, he pulled up to your apartment building. “Jesus, you make me feel like a kid again.” Hank grumbled. “Listen, I’m not great with feelings, but I’d like to take you out for dinner sometime. Just us.”

To his surprise, you nodded. “I’d like that, Hank.” You gave him a gentle peck on the cheek before getting out of the car. “Let me know when and where. I’ll be there.” You promised.

He drove away, and for the first time since he had figured out his feelings, he felt hopeful.

#hank anderson #dbh hank #detroit become human fic #detroit become human #dbh imagine #hank imagines #hank anderson imagines

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Chapter 1 - One and the Same

Part 1/17 of What it Means to be Human

Word Count: 10,810

Warnings: Swearing. There’s a lot of it, our girl’s a foulmouth.

Genre: Self-insert fic

Pairing: OC (Detective Rachel) X Connor

Rating: Mature

Summary: Lieutenant Hank Anderson, while interrogating the android that murdered Carlos Ortiz, brings in one of his strangest and yet uniquely skilled detectives in the DPD - Detective Rachel. Connor, the android sent by CyberLife much to Anderson’s behest, finds himself intrigued by Rachel’s foulmouthed and prickly nature, yet immense and unabashed sense of empathy and compassion towards others.

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Date: November 6th, 2038 Time: 12:41 AM Objective: Extract Confession Hank - Neutral

“Why d'you kill him? What happened before you took that knife?” A greying man with chin-length hair and a scruffy, but kept, beard asked the man sitting across from him.

Approximately an hour ago, Connor and Lieutenant Hank Anderson had apprehended a deviant android hiding at the scene of a homicide. And now, the android was brought in for questioning. Though it didn’t appear to cooperate with the lieutenant’s questions and simply stayed silent, not looking the aged man in the eyes.

Stealing a glance back at both Connor and Detective Gavin Reed, a rather disheveled and rough-looking man, through the two-way mirror. A black police officer named Chris Miller was seated at the controls on Connor’s left. “How long were ya in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away?” No answer from the android. The lieutenant reached across to snap his fingers at it, as if trying to catch its attention.

Hank seemed to glance back at the others in disbelief before losing his patience and slamming his hands on the table. “Say something, goddamnit!” He shouted at it.

No response, still. The lieutenant seemed to have enough and lifted himself up from his seat. “Fuck it, I'm outta here..." He muttered, turning around and opening the door, leaving the interrogation room.

It didn’t take long before Hank entered the observation side of the mirror with the others, huffing his complaints. “We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're gettin' nothing out of it!” He sat down next to Chris harshly, getting agitated.

“'Could always try roughing it up a little.” Gavin suggested casually. “After all, it's not human..."

“Androids don't feel pain.” Connor pointed out. “You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk.” He took another look at the deviant on the other side of the mirror before he heard the door open beside him. “Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations.”

“So do I. They’re not special.” An unfamiliar female voice replied with a scoff. As Connor turned around to see who it belonged to, he found himself facing a shorter woman with short, wavy, dark brown hair and dark eyes that matched framed by the frames of a pair of rounded rectangular glasses. She was wearing a dark brown sweater with thick horizontal stripes of a much darker grey.

“Hi, Rachel.” Chris greeted pleasantly.

Hank scoffed in her direction. “Well, well, well. Nice of you to finally join us, Rachel.”

“Oh, well sorry I’m late, Hank.” She replied sarcastically, cocking a smirk and a thick eyebrow at him. “I was finishing the paperwork for one of my closed cases that Fowler wanted done ASAP, and I’d rather give him some good news for once.” The woman then fixed Connor with an interested stare, taking in his features as she glanced up and down his frame. “I know you have the whole ‘bear aesthetic’ goin’ on, Hank, but I didn’t realize this was your taste in men. A bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

The glare Hank fixed her with could cut glass while Chris was snickering and Gavin was laughing. “Oh, bite me, Rachel.” He growled.

“Oh, relax, Hank. I’m just poking fun.” She said with a playful smile, gently brushing Hank’s shoulder. Connor could tell immediately that they were rather familiar with each other. Rachel then returned her focus on Connor, her eyes glittering with intrigue. “So, who is this tall glass o’ water you’ve got here, Hank?”

Gavin let out a disgusted groan that Connor ignored. “My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.” He answered with his templated response.

Rachel - Warm ^ Rachel then nodded, smiling at him as she extended her right hand. “Nice to meet you, Connor.” She replied pleasantly. Connor, recognizing the gesture, took her hand in his and shook it. “My name is Rachel, I’m the detective requested by Hank, since he apparently wanted me to get some action on this.”

Gavin scoffed at her. “Well, you’re wastin’ your time.” He dismissed. “Machine’s clammed up and we’re not gettin’ anything out of it.”

“Not with that attitude, we’re not.” Rachel retorted, turning away from Gavin. “So what have we got, boy - oh my God!” Once she laid eyes on the deviant, her stress seemed to increase. “What the Hell happened to him?”

“It.” Gavin insisted. “It’s not a he.”

“Piss off, Gavin.” Rachel spat at him.

“We found it hiding in the attic of the victim’s house, Carlos Ortiz.” Chris began informing Rachel. “It murdered the victim after he attacked it with a bat, and it’s been hiding out in the attic for three weeks.”

“Hang on. Three weeks?!” Rachel exclaimed in disbelief. “He’s been in this condition for three weeks, and you just kept him like this?! Why hasn’t anyone repaired him, yet?!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rachel.” Hank groaned. “This thing fucking killed a man, and you’re worried about it?!”

“If he was a human, this would be considered extremely inhumane even if he was a convicted killer.” Rachel shot back with.

“But it’s not!” Gavin scoffed. “It’s just a fuckin’ machine, and it doesn’t even give a shit whether or not you care! So why bother?”

“Because unlike you, I’m not an insecure manchild with the disposition of a barbed wire dildo covered in syphilis dressed up in the attire of a man who looks like he just crawled out of a racoon-filled dumpster.” Rachel responded with a smug tone of voice.

“Okay, smartass.” Gavin said, throwing up his arms in frustration. “What should we do then?”

Connor, seeing that he should likely intervene, interjected. “I could try questioning it.”

That caused Gavin to divert his attention from Rachel, as he was now laughing at Connor.

Rachel then walked past them, groaning and rolling her eyes at them. “Oh my God, you guys are morons.” She admonished. “He’s not gonna cooperate with you guys. Gavin is...Gavin, and the rest of you were at the crime scene and I’m assuming you were the ones that brought him in. He’s not gonna wanna talk to you because all he sees are the humans that are keeping him captive and the cops that don’t see him as what he thinks he is.”

Hank was getting tired of this, but seemed to be relenting more and more. “So, what’s your verdict, then?”

“Simple.” Rachel said matter-of-factly. “If deviants see themselves as alive and - well, not necessarily human - but on par with humans, then I’ll treat him as such.”

“So, what?” Hank asked. “You’re just gonna...talk to it like it’s a person?”

“No, I’m gonna talk to him like a tired doctor who barely has the patience for this, because that’s very much what the mood is right now.” Rachel answered casually. “I’ll be right back, I just gotta go get some supplies. What model is he?”

Connor, realizing that her question was directed at him, he answered, folding his hands behind his back. “HK400.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back.” Without waiting for an answer, she left the room and Connor could hear her footsteps getting further away.

The android detective found himself wondering about her curiously. She was about as foulmouthed and irritable as Lieutenant Anderson was, but she was nearly the polar opposite in her opinion of androids and her attitude towards Connor.

It was a comparison that Connor found intriguing.

“She seems to be a rather unique character, compared to what I’ve seen thus far.” Connor commented.

“That’s one way to put it.” Chris replied neutrally.

“Yeah, she’s definitely not like most of us.” Hank agreed, nodding his head. “But she’s one of our best. So, it’s worth seeing how this goes.” His praises seemed to be genuine, and Connor sensed that the lieutenant genuinely felt some sense of attachment or affection towards the detective. “Besides, what do we have to lose?”

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I knew exactly where I was headed. Most parts for androids were held by Cyberlife in their warehouses, but emergency services such as hospitals and police precincts had stores of spare android parts to both maintain and repair work androids should something happen. Some people had special clearance to repair androids due to their qualifications, of which I had on my resume. Granted, I never actually worked with androids, but my sister used to work at Cyberlife and she taught me a bit about their parts and how to repair them. I figured I could easily repair the deviant, and this would allow me to get to know him and build a rapport with him.

And hopefully get him to confess and give us some insight into him.

I made my way towards the centre which was just between the bathrooms and the holding cells, my key-card allowing me clearance inside. The thing I was most thankful for was that this area was always run by an android, and they weren’t going to ask me weird questions. As I approached, I greeted her. “Hello!” I said brightly.

The android nodded. “Hello.” She replied. “What can I do for you today?”

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll need a toolset and I’ll need a bag of thirium.” I said to her. “As well as a pair of arms for the HK400 model.”

“Of course, Rachel.” She responded. The LED on her head spun yellow and then quickly flickered back to blue. She then went into the compartment in the back behind the desk and came out holding two white unskinned android arms in a package and a packet of blue blood, very similar to the blood bags you’d see when you need a blood transfusion. “Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be all, thank you so much!” I said to the android as I was putting it all in a bag.

As I started making my way out, I heard her call out after me. “Have a good night!”

“You too!” I called after her.

No one was giving me any weird looks. There was the occasional curious glance, but I have never in my life felt more grateful for the “mind your own business” environment than I did in that moment. I made my way back to the interrogation room with no problems.

Hooking the bag over my shoulder, I opened the door and walked inside, glancing towards the mirror knowing they were watching me. But I wasn’t intimidated by them. No, I was going to prove a point and they weren’t going to stop me.

But my eyes landed on the android and my heart sank. It was so much worse seeing his condition up close, and I swallowed hard.

His right arm was practically split open, blue blood leaking from it, the other dotted with burns. His face was splattered with red blood, and he was just standing there in front of the glass. I was in so much shock. I had never seen an android that was damaged, but I did not expect it to make my stomach feel so knotted and my throat feel so tight.

Pushing down the lump in my throat, I approached, placing the bag beside the chair across from the android and moving slowly. “Hey.” I said. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered up to me and I saw a quick glimpse of confusion on his face before he glanced downward at the empty space between his hands. “Were you expecting someone else?” No response. “That’s fine, though I’m sorry to disappoint you. And even more regretful to find you in this condition.”

I reached down into the bag and pulled out a bag of thirium, emptying it into a bottle, and placing it on the table. The android’s eyes glanced towards it for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the table. For a moment, I wondered if Hank was getting this too, or if I was making more progress than they were.

Keeping focused on the interrogation, I leaned back in my chair. “Blue blood.” I said to him. “Do you know why I put it here?” He seemed nervous, but still wouldn’t budge. But I wasn’t going to give up. “According to my colleagues, you’ve been stuck in your attic for three weeks. Now, that’s a lot of time for you to be injured and losing blood. And that’s coming from someone who suffers from time blindness. You’re lucky you haven’t shut down.” I studied him and noticed him start to twitch ever so slightly. “And the thing is, I could just give you the blue blood you need to replenish, but in your condition...it could make your bleeding worse if I did. So, first and foremost, I’m going to repair you.”

That seemed to finally get his attention. He finally looked me in the face, confusion in his brown eyes. “What?” He asked, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

I took this moment to jab a bit at him playfully. “So you do have a voice.”

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Hank couldn’t believe his eyes. She actually got the damn thing to talk. He knew that Rachel wasn’t exactly good at being bad cop. Not that she couldn’t be scary or that she wasn’t tough. Far from it.

But in this sort of situation, intimidation wasn’t her strong suit.

Good cop was where she was an asset. She didn’t put on a sap story or make herself seem like a bleeding heart. No matter what she did, she was genuine and earnest. And Hank had a feeling that’s what made her so good at being good cop.

She didn’t pass herself off as a cop. She didn’t try to be overly mushy. And she didn’t try to put on an act. She just acted the way she was and she’s able to get through to a suspect in a way they can understand.

Indeed, the way her mind worked was honestly a marvel. Even suspects that didn’t end up confessing to her, she managed to get to cooperate at least a bit easier because she could easily speak their language just by getting a picture of what they did or didn’t care about.

His focus remained on the interrogation, intrigue pricking at the old man. Hank didn’t have a high opinion of androids for various reasons. And he certainly didn’t see them as anything more than machines. But some part of him wanted to see Rachel prove him wrong, at least in this aspect. She was always an overly empathetic person, as much as Hank saw it as an advantage, she herself admitted that it was also one of her biggest weaknesses. In her own words, she cared too much about others for her own good.

“I’m going to repair you.” Rachel repeated on the other side of the glass. “And I would appreciate it if you cooperated with me doing so, because if you don’t, I’ll have to forcefully repair you, and that won’t be pleasant. And...I’d rather not add more unnecessary trauma to the horrible three weeks you’ve had.”

The deviant seemed even more confused as it just blinked at her. “Why do you look at me like that?” It asked, its voice shaky and uncertain.

Rachel sighed, leaned towards it to rest her elbows on the metal table. “I’ll be honest, I’ve just never seen an android in as bad of a condition as you’re in.” She admitted. “It’s...it’s aggravating to think that people just brush it off. Like it’s nothing. That people buy androids for thousands of dollars just to treat them like shit. But, then again, people did the same thing when they were buying actual human slaves, so I suppose I shouldn’t be that shocked.” She grumbled. Some part of her explanation sliced something deep in Hank and he could sense that an uncomfortable silence had fallen on all of them. Like when someone makes a good point about something really depressing and you can’t think of it the same way ever again. “I know it doesn’t hurt...but it looks really bad.”

“You weren’t there with the other humans last night.” The deviant pointed out, looking at Rachel as if it still didn’t believe she actually cared about it. “Why are you here?”

For a moment, she seemed to ponder something. Likely how much of the truth she should tell it. “Lieutenant Anderson called me in.” She replied. “But I saw the state you were in, and if there’s one thing you have to know about me, it’s that I don’t enjoy seeing people suffer needlessly.” She then turned to the glass to glare inside. “Unlike some people.” She hissed through her teeth.

“Oh, gimme a fuckin’ break.” Gavin complained throwin’ his arms up. “This isn’t going anywhere, just pull her back in here.”

“Just wait.” Hank ordered, silencing Gavin. “She’s getting a lot more out of it than we could, so far. Let’s see where this goes.”

“And I want to help.” Rachel assured him, drawing Hank’s attention back to the interrogation.

She then reached across to the deviant to touch its hand, but it then recoiled with a yelp. “Don’t touch me!” Rachel jumped back in surprise before she seemed to calm herself down. “Please don’t touch me.”

Rachel then sighed, her face softening. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you if it was okay, first.” She apologized, the deviant blinking at her in surprise. “But if you don’t let me repair you, you’re gonna shut down. And I don’t want that to happen. So...you’re gonna have to trust me.”

The deviant faltered for a moment before Rachel lifted the bag and put it on the table. It looked between her and the bag before she reached her hand out to it. “Give me your hand.” She ordered. The deviant still seemed to hesitate, so Rachel insisted. “Please.”

Blinking at her, it seemed to get the message and did as she asked, giving her its right hand. “Holy shit.” Hank whispered under his breath.

“Thank you.” Rachel said, lingering there for a moment so that the deviant could see that there was no danger. “Now, can you please deskin your arm for me so I can see the extent of the damages done to you?”

Hesitating, the deviant did just that. She got up, moving towards its right side so she could get a better look. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting a better idea of what I’m looking at.” She reassured it, seeming to help it calm down. “By the way, what’s your name?”

The deviant seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering. “HK400.”

Rachel seemed surprised at its answer. “You don’t have a name?” She asked it.

“No..." It replied. “He never gave me one..."

She sighed in what Hank could tell was growing frustration. The kind that signaled that she was getting more and more depressed the more information she was given. “Well, that means you can decide your own name.”

It glanced up at her, looking confused. “I...can decide my own name?” It asked her.

She shrugged. “Well, yeah.” She answered plainly. “You’re a conscious sentient being, now. And you no longer have a master to obey. There’s nothing stopping you from choosing your own name.” She pointed out. The deviant looked as though it just realized something that was so obvious that it couldn’t believe it didn’t figure it out before. “So, what would you want me to call you?”

The deviant seemed to actually consider this for a moment before it spoke up. “Micheal.” It decided. “My name...my name is Micheal.”

Rachel actually pulled back to smile at it. “Nice to meet you, Micheal.” She said to it. “I’m Rachel.”

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Micheal nodded. “Rachel.” He repeated.

He looked up at me, as if to check my movements. Taking a breath, the dark brown android skin on Micheal’s arm had peeled away, leaving only the white plastic polish of the android technology underneath. Although it was battered and split open by damage, dried thirium leaking through the break. Though, after examining his whole arm, I determined that the upper arm where the biceps were was intact, though I would still have to check it to see if it would be worth it to replace the whole arm or just the forearm.

“I’m going to start working on your arm. I know you don’t feel pain, but I figured it would put you more at ease to know what I’m doing.” I explained to Micheal. “I will definitely have to replace your forearm, but I need to check the whole arm as well.”

He nodded. “Alright, okay.” He said nervously.

Despite feeling as though he trusted me, I wanted to avoid startling him and stressing him out as much as possible. But I had to work on him. “This shouldn’t take too long for me to figure out. Just be patient, and I’ll have you in good condition in no time.” I tried to think of something for him to distract himself. “While I work on repairing you, why don’t you tell me about yourself, Micheal?”

“M-me?” He stammered, looking at me. “W-why?”

I looked down at him. “You’re your own person, now. You can tell me as much as you feel comfortable telling me. I’m not asking for all the ugly details if you don’t trust me enough to tell me them.” I explained to him. “I was more talking about your likes and dislikes. Maybe you have some hobbies, or things you liked doing. Maybe you wanted to do art, or writing, or cooking. I don’t know, whatever you decide to do.”

He blinked a few times at me before he finally asked what I figured was on his mind for the past while. “Why are you doing this?” He said, looking completely confounded. “No human has ever been this kind to me? Why? You have no reason to.”

For someone in his position, I understood why he would ask me that. I found it hard to blame my kindness after what he’d been through. “I guess it’s because I see a lot of myself in you. Well, in androids in general, but more so in deviants like you.”

As I got up to his biceps, he kept his gaze on me. “How?”

“I’ll answer you in a second.” I said as I gripped his arm. “I’m going to move your arm around so I can figure out if I need to replace the whole thing or just your forearm. Okay, Micheal?”

He nodded. “Okay.” He replied.

I bent his arm back in several directions, as I didn’t want to startle or injure him further. As I continued testing the shoulder joint, I felt it lock and stick in places. It definitely wasn’t smooth, and I could tell that something was damaged. “Ohhh, yep. I’m going to have to replace your whole arm. So, I’m going to detach it now and replace it with a new one I have in my bag. I’ll make it quick.”

I located the unlocking mechanism on his right shoulder and reached into my bag, pulling out and opening up the toolset. My eyes scanned over every single one until I found the tool I was looking for. It was made to unlock and unclip the joints in android limbs. Pulling it out, I let go of Micheal’s hand, placing both hands on his shoulder. “I’m going to need you to lay your hand relaxed at your side, straight. Once I unclip your shoulder from your torso, you’ll feel a sudden jerk. Just letting you know so you don’t get startled by the sudden pull.”

“Okay.” He replied. I could tell he was calming down much more than he was earlier. Curling the end of the tool underneath the lock, I gave it a quick jerk and felt Micheal flinch slightly, his LED indicator flashing red for a moment before returning to yellow.

It unclicked with a satisfying sound and I put the tool down, grabbed his arm with both hands and looked at Micheal. “On the count of three, I’m going to pull your arm free, okay?” I assured him.

He nodded.

I started counting. “One, two, three!” It came off easily without a hitch. As I held it, Micheal’s LED began spinning red again as he looked at his arm. I noted the panic on his face and put my hand on his shoulder to bring him back to focusing on me. “Don’t worry, I have another arm ready for you. It’s for the same model, so it’ll be compatible. And getting it on will be much easier and smoother than removing it.”

I rummaged into my bag and found the right arm. It glinted with brand new quality to it. I removed it from its packaging and easily lined it up with its socket and clicked it in place. It slid in perfectly and the locks clamped around it comfortably. “Alright, that’s your right arm done. Can you please run a diagnostics check on your arm to make sure it’s working right, Micheal?” I asked him.

He nodded, his arm flexing. He flexed his fingers and moved his arm in several ways, making sure it was working properly. His skin was starting to slick over the rest of his arm, and it blended seamlessly with the rest of him. I nodded with a smile. “Good as new!” I praised. I moved over to his left, having finished with his right. “Now I have to check your other arm. I doubt I’ll have to replace the whole thing, so it should be quicker to deal with.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Micheal nodded.

I started walking around to his other side, examining his left arm. I noticed that I didn’t have to ask him to deskin his arm this time and that he already grabbed my hand. I took it as a sign that he had relaxed around me and that he was no longer afraid of me. His arm wasn’t nearly as damaged as the other one, and his upper arm wasn’t even touched. All that there seemed to be were the burn marks that broke through to the plastic part. I grimaced in disgust when I realized that they were burns from cigarettes being put out on him, the same marks of which I saw on his face. “Your master really was scum, wasn’t he?”

Micheal tensed up when I said that, but he didn’t hesitate to talk. “He tortured me every day..." He admitted. Finally, the confession part of this “interrogation.” “I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong...Then one day...He took a bat and started hitting me...For the first time, I felt scared...Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die..."

I winced. I didn’t care if androids didn’t feel pain, they could certainly feel fear. And even if they couldn’t feel physical pain, they could feel emotional pain.

And I knew damn well how real and lasting emotional pain was. “I grew up with friends with parents like that.” I sympathized. “Their parents used to treat them the same way. Sometimes physical. Things from beatings to worse things. But it was usually things that destroyed their senses of self. Making them feel worthless. Forcing them to hide who they really were because if their families knew, my friends would be forced to live on the streets alone.” I snarled. “And all I could do was stay quiet while they suffered.”

He seemed to be confused at my response. “Why?”

“What do you mean?” I asked him, briefly forgetting my train of thought.

“Why did you stay quiet?” He clarified. “If you knew that it wasn’t fair for them to be treated that way, why did you stay quiet?”

I sighed. It was a fair question, and perhaps my answer would help him understand a few things about himself. “Because my friends asked me to hold my tongue, as it were.” I answered him. “And it’s unfortunately not that simple. Nothing exists in a vacuum. If I spoke out, there would have been consequences, and those consequences would’ve been taken out on my friends. And...I couldn’t do that to them. So the best I could do was be there for them. To help them while they survived each day.”

I could tell that he didn’t quite seem to understand, so I just went about working on his arm. I didn’t have to let him know what I was doing as I grabbed my tool again and this time slid it under the elbow joint lock. “I...grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach..." It was strange not to react much to that. Well, I didn’t have to work hard for this confession. “I felt better...so I stabbed him again and again!...until he collapsed...There was blood everywhere.”

“Can’t say I blame you. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to do that to some piece of shit. And trust me, I’ve had to deal with several.” I felt something tugging at my brain. Something I was forgetting. “What was I saying before?” I asked. “Before I was fixing your right arm?” Before he could reply, my thoughts caught up to me again. “Right! Why I’m being nice to you.”

Micheal nodded at me, pushing me to keep going.

“Well, for starters, I see a lot of myself in both androids and especially deviants.” I quickly jerked the lock and took his forearm off. “I’m not like others of my kind, either. But like you, I’m not the only one. I have defects in my program, to put it in terms you’d understand.” I began explaining as I leaned forward to retrieve the other arm in the bag and detached the forearm from it as well. “I have depression, anxiety, Apsperger’s Syndrome, and ADHD. These certain mental conditions impede my ability to do certain tasks. My Autism impeding my ability to communicate effectively with others and makes understanding others difficult.”

I quickly clicked the new forearm into Micheal’s arm, it sliding into place effectively. “Things that make me rather strange and odd to other humans. There are other humans like me, just as there are other deviants like you. But to people who can identify what I am and figure me out, not a lot of people care too much, but there are some people who treat me the way they treat you. Like nothing. Like I’m less than human. Like I’m just a defect and that I deserve to be destroyed. But at least in regards to my ADHD and my Autism, these aren’t things that really negatively impede my life. Sure, they come with disadvantages, but they also come with a lot of unique advantages as well. Depression and anxiety, on the other hand, have made my life a lot worse than it needed to be, which is why I had to get treated for them.”

He was flexing his hand as the skin peeled over it again. “I’m afraid I can’t really do anything about the marks he put in your face, but I think I did a pretty good job fixing you up, Micheal.” Noticing the bottle of thirium I had placed a distance from him, I slid it towards him. “Drink it. You’ve lost some thirium and you’ll need to replenish it. And now, you don’t have to worry about bleeding out.”

He hesitantly took the bottle and started to down the blue blood. As I returned to my seat across from him, he looked towards me, his LED finally turning back to blue for the first time since I laid eyes on him. “Thank you...for all this.”

I nodded. “Of course.” I said to him. I glanced at both of his arms. “You know, now that your arms are working and are brand new, maybe you could try something for me?” He looked at me skeptically. “Do you want to try drawing?”

He blinked in surprise. “I...I guess I could try.” He said sheepishly. “I’ve never drawn before. But I did make a small statue.”

“Really?” I asked him, smiling at him. “I used to sculpt with clay, when I was younger. The kind that gets all over your hands and dries and has to be put in a kiln to bake.” I started to go on. “I didn’t really like how it dried on my hands or how it got under my nails. I preferred modeling clay. It’s more like plasticine. It’s a lot easier and cleaner to work with for me. I haven’t sculpted in a long time.”

He actually gave me the first smile I’ve ever seen on him. Despite his blood-stained clothes and face, I felt completely comfortable around Micheal. “I can try to draw it for you, if you want to see.”

I smiled at him. “I’d like that.” I dug around in my handbag and pulled out my personal sketchpad. I tore out a page and handed him both it and a pencil. “And, if you don’t mind, I want to draw you, too.”

He gave me a patient smile and went to work drawing. I took note of all his features and began sketching the simple shapes and curves. The basic structure of his face. I wasn’t exactly a master artist, but I never passed up an opportunity to practice. Once I got a basic shape done, I began sketching in the finer details. His eyebrows, eyes, ears, and the strange inconsistencies in his buzzed hair. But the thing I wanted to capture the most was the joyous light that was now abundant in his eyes and the smile on his face. I wanted to immortalize it while it lasted.

After a little while, I decided I was done, and showed it to him. “I’m sorry if I’m not as skilled as you were expecting, I’m not exactly a professional sketch artist.” I apologized, handing it to him. “But I hope you like it.”

His eyes scanned over it, his LED flashing back to the yellow it was when I first met him. “I’m smiling.” He said, laughing a little. “You made me smile.”

I snickered a little at him. “No I didn’t, you were already smiling.” I pointed out. “You’re smiling right now!”

He touched his cheeks, as if he had to physically check to see if I was right. But he couldn’t stop smiling, almost catching himself. It was honestly adorable and endearing and I couldn’t help the little flutter of happiness that erupted in my stomach. He then handed me his paper. I widened my eyes in surprise and adjusted my glasses. “I see the little statue you drew.” I said, but I was looking at the other thing he drew. He drew me. I was sitting in a position with my left shoulder turned towards the metaphorical observer, my head tilted in an endearing manner with a crooked dimpled smile. “And you drew me. You made me look so pretty.”

He laughed softly. “You can keep that, if you want.”

I looked at my drawing of him and leaned over. “Here.” I said. I took the sketchpad and the pencils and ripped my drawing out and gave it to Micheal. “You can keep mine.”

He looked as though he was going to refuse before he tentatively took it from me. “Thank you, Rachel.” He said graciously. “I’ve never been given anything like this.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I know how important it is to have belongings, so that’s yours now.”

He looked at me confused, his LED flickering yellow again. “What do you mean?” He asked.

I simply shrugged. “Well, when you have something that’s yours,” I started off. “Something that you can touch and see, something you’ve made, something made for you or given to you, something you’ve gotten for yourself, something that’s yours is very important. Because belongings have sentimental value. They mean something to you. And having something physical that’s yours makes you feel more like your own person. More grounded in your sense of self.”

I tugged on my sweater, pulling it closer to me. “Take my hoodie, for instance.” It was a large dark zip-up sweater, clearly much too big for me, as the sleeves extended way past my arms and the bottom covered a large percentage of my thighs. It was a thick striped sweater of dark shades of brown-tinted greys, and it had large pockets. It was clearly worn for a very long time, but well kept. “It’s pretty obvious to see that it’s way too big for me. But...it’s something very important to me. Something very sentimental.” I felt my throat get tight, the memories surrounding the sweater resurfacing in my mind as I tried to choke them down. “It was given to me by someone very important to me. I’ve worn it for years. It’s one of the few things I have left to remember them by.”

I could feel tears threatening to well up and I tried to blink them away, even as I felt my throat tighten. Micheal seemed to sense my distress and put a hand on mine. “I’m so sorry.” He said softly.

I looked up into his brown eyes and could see the sympathy in his eyes. I didn’t care what people said about androids or deviants. Micheal could feel, and I knew it. “I appreciate your condolences.”

As much as I wished I could keep him here, safe and without worry, I couldn’t keep this up. And since I was only passively familiar with this case, there weren’t any more questions I could ask him. With the most difficult control I could muster, I got up from my seat. “I should go.” I said, looking at Micheal.

He looked as though he was going to cling to me and not let me go, but let me slip out of his hands. But just as I had tidied up my bag of supplies and slung it over my shoulder, I felt him grab my hand again. “Wait!” He cried.

I looked at him expectantly. “Yes, Micheal?” I asked him.

“What...what are they gonna do to me?” It seemed as though the words were caught in his throat. “They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?”

His fear was palpable, but...one of my worst vices was that I was a terrible liar. “I don’t exactly know what CyberLife procedure is...but it’s likely.” I replied.

“I don’t wanna die. I’m scared to die. I,” he looked up at me, his LED spinning red. “I’m not gonna die, right? Promise me I won’t die.”

I felt my chest tighten. I desperately wanted to help him, but realistically speaking, there was little I could do for him. I furrowed my brows together in determination. But damn it, I might as well try my hardest. “Not if I can help it.” I said firmly. I then gestured to the glass next to me. “But cooperate with them, and there’s a higher chance that you won’t.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Rachel.” He said, a bitter smile on his stained face. “For everything.”

Giving him one last nod, I walked away and exited the room, my bag of equipment slung over my shoulder.

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Connor observed the scene before him and couldn’t help but feel astounded. In the span of approximately fifteen minutes, Rachel had successfully built a rapport with Micheal and got it to confess without pressuring it.

But it was only a partial confession. There were things that Connor needed to know and understand, but couldn’t until he was the one asking questions.

Rachel reentered the room, dropping the bag on the floor and placing the deviant’s damaged arms on the ground beside it. “Well, I did what I could.” She lamented with a shrug, smirking at Gavin. “Was that enough to convince you, ye of little faith?”

“You got lucky.” He said, clearly not wanting to admit that he was somewhat impressed by Rachel. “Don’t think of this as anything else than a fluke.”

“Uh-huh.” Rachel replied snarkily, unfazed by Gavin. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself whatever you need to tell yourself, bud.”

“You got it to talk way more than I could. There’s something to be said for that.” Hank offered with a nonchalant shrug. “So, what now?”

Software Instability ^ Connor then felt Rachel elbow him in a friendly manner. “Well, you haven’t gotten to show off your interrogation skills, yet.” She suggested encouragingly. “Though, I did warm him up for you. You’re welcome.”

Connor noticed the indication for an increase in his software instability pop up. Which was strange since he didn’t do anything that would have triggered it. Dismissing his brief concerns, he nodded, looking over to Hank for his input. “I can certainly try questioning it now, Lieutenant.”

Hank simply waved at Connor, giving him the go ahead. “Go ahead, suspect's all yours.”

Hank nodded, leaving the room and turning the corner to enter the interrogation room. Looking down at the deviant, it was at least responsive, making eye contact with Connor. As the detective approached, he looked at the file on the table, opening to look at the photos.

Taking a seat where Rachel once sat, Connor sat across from the deviant, Micheal. Taking the opportunity to properly analyze it, Connor catalogued a few important details.

Processing LED: Signs of software instability Probability of self-destruction: Low

Model HK400 - Housekeeper Manufacture date: 05/09/2030 Property of: Carlos Ortiz

Dried Blood DNA Analysis: Ortiz, Carlos Sample date: 19 days old

Once Connor had taken in every detail he could, he formulated the best approach. However, Rachel’s grown rapport with Micheal was what was at the forefront of his program at the moment.

Software Instability ^ So, deciding to follow in her stead, Connor decided to approach in a similar direction.

[Fear] 🔓

[Show Photos] 🔓

[Wounds] 🔓

Name

“Micheal.” Connor started, causing the deviant to direct its attention towards Connor. “My name is Connor.”

Comfort

Reassure

Threaten

Blame

“I'm not going to hurt you.” Connor reassured Micheal. “I just need to ask you some questions, so we can understand what happened.” Micheal still wouldn’t talk to Connor. Perhaps a more harsher prod would be necessary.

Sympathize

Threaten

Probe Memory

Trust

“If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory.” He threatened.

“NO!” Micheal whimpered, its LED spinning red before slowly turning back to yellow. “No, please don't do that!” The deviant then glanced over at the mirror, no doubt thinking of the lieutenant and of Rachel watching it behind there. It then looked back at Connor, its eyes pleading. “Why did you tell them you found me?” It asked. "Why couldn't you just have left me there?”

Lie

Truth

“I was programmed to hunt deviants like you.” Connor admitted. “I just accomplished my mission.”

Micheal seemed unnerved and fearful. “I don’t wanna die.”

Connor, wanting nothing more than to get answers, pleaded with Micheal. “Then talk to me.”

“I...I..." Micheal seemed to hesitate, looking wide-eyed at Connor before it glanced down at the paper in its hand. The drawing of it given to him by Rachel. Taking a breath, it looked Connor in the eye and nodded reluctantly. “Okay. I’ll talk.” Rachel - Warm ^ Hank - Warm ^

[Writing] 🔓

[Statuette] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

“Why did you write ‘I AM ALIVE’ on the wall?” Connor asked, leaning forward.

“He used to tell me I was nothing...That I was just a piece of plastic..." Micheal lamented. “I had to write it...To tell him he was wrong..."

[Statuette] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right?” Connor asked. “What does it represent?”

“It's an offering..." Micheal answered. “An offering so I'll be saved..."

[Offering] 🔓

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“The sculpture was an offering..." Connor echoed. “An offering to whom?”

“To rA9..." Micheal replied, pleadingly. “Only rA9 can save us.”

[rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“rA9... It was written on the bathroom wall.” Connor pointed out, connecting the dots. “What does it mean?”

“The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves..." Micheal whispered cryptically. “No more threats, no more humiliation..." It continued, its eyes boring into Connor’s. “We will...be...the masters.”

[Insist rA9] 🔓

Attic

Trigger?

“rA9,” Connor repeated, growing frustrated with the lack of concrete information on this mysterious entity. “Who is rA9?”

Micheal did not answer this time. Either because it refused to, or because it didn’t have one.

Attic

Trigger?

“When did you start feeling emotion?” Connor asked, wanting to know what the cause of this android’s deviancy was.

“Before, he used to beat me and I never said anything..." Micheal explained, its gaze hardening. “But one day I realized it wasn't fair!” It growled that last word. “I felt...anger. Hatred...And then I knew what I had to do.”

Attic

There was only one question left for Connor to ask. “Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?”

“I didn't know what to do..." Micheal admitted meekly. “For the first time, there was no one there to tell me..." Micheal seemed extremely timid now. “I was scared...So I hid.”

Extract Confession

Connor then turned towards the mirror, speaking directly to the police inside. “I’m done.”

Leave Interrogation Room

As Micheal sat there, trembling and twitching, Connor got up from his seat, making his way towards the exit of the room.

Opening the door, Chris and Gavin made their way inside, Rachel and Hank followed behind. “Chris, lock it up.” Gavin ordered.

Chris then uncuffed Micheal as Rachel stood beside Connor. He then reached to grab Micheal to take it out of the room. “All right, let's go.”

“Leave me alone!” Micheal whimpered, its stress levels rising dangerously. “Don't touch me!”

Chris tried once again to grab it, only for Micheal to continue to struggle and whimper. “The fuck are you doing?” Gavin asked irritably. “Move it!”

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Okay, come now.” Chris grumbled, trying once again to move Micheal. “Don't be difficult, it'll only make things harder!”

“You shouldn't touch it.” Connor warned Chris. “It'll self-destruct if it feels threatened.”

“Stay outta this, got it?” Gavin threatened Connor. “No fuckin' android is gonna tell me what to do.”

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Hey! Cool it!” Rachel said, stepping towards Chris and Micheal. “He’s scared! Lay off!”

“You don't understand.” Connor warned again. “If it self-destructs, we won't get anything out of it!”

“I told you to shut your fuckin' mouth!” Gavin shouted at Connor.

“NO!” Micheal yelped, its stress continuing to climb to dangerous levels. “No, don't touch me!”

“Hey, back off, Gavin!” Rachel snapped at Gavin, shouldering herself between Gavin and Chris. “Just leave him alone! He’s scared and he doesn’t wanna be fucking touched!”

“You stay out of this, Rachel!” Gavin snapped at her, getting in her face.

“Like Hell, I will!” It seemed that Rachel had finally snapped, as she grabbed Gavin by the throat and shoved him against the mirror, pointing at Micheal.

“Let go of me!” Gavin snarled at Rachel.

Software Instability ^ “Look at him! He’s fucking terrified!” She started shouting at him, harshly forcing his face in Micheal’s direction, even causing Chris to give pause. “You look at him and you tell me how his fear is any different than ours! Look at him and tell me what difference you see!”

Gavin then shoved Rachel off her, breaking her grip, but she was not a woman who was about to back down as she got up in his face. But Gavin simply ignored her, ordering Chris again. “Chris, gonna move this asshole or what?”

“I'm trying!” Chris huffed, once again trying to move Micheal.

[Give Up]

[Intervene]

“Please, please leave me alone!” Micheal begged, pleading with the humans.

Rachel - Warm ^ “I can't let you do that!” Connor snapped. He had had enough and was immediately stepping forward to physically intervene. He pulled Chris off of Micheal, facing Gavin head-on. “Leave it alone, now!”

Gavin immediately pulled a gun on Connor, threatening him. “I warned you, motherfucker!”

Software Instability ^ Immediately, Rachel put herself between Connor and Gavin, staring her fellow detective down. “Back off!” She snarled at him.

Gavin laughed in her face. “You’re really gonna protect this fuckin’ tin can?” He mocked. “I didn’t realize you were already so into him!”

“You really don’t wanna do this, Gavin.” She warned him. “Touch him and you’ll be on the ground faster than you can fucking blink!”

“You don’t scare me, Rachel.” Gavin growled.

Hank - Warm ^ “That's enough!” Hank warned him.

“Mind your own business, Hank.” Gavin warned the lieutenant, not taking his eyes off the pair.

“I said ‘That's enough.’” Hank threatened once again, pulling his own gun on Gavin.

Looking between Connor and Hank, Gavin’s grip tightened on his gun before he finally relented. “Fuck.” He spat, enunciating the curse in a strange way that sounded more like a sneeze rather than a swear. He then glared at Hank, pointing at him. “You're not gonna get away with it this time.” Taking one last look between Connor and Rachel, he marched out of the room in frustration. “Fuck!”

Once Gavin had left, Hank put his gun away and it was just the four of them in the room. Rachel moved to approach Micheal before Connor stepped forward past her, kneeling down and reassuring the deviant. “Everything is alright. It's over now.” He spoke softly, noticing its stress levels gone down significantly. “Nobody is gonna hurt you.” Connor then stood back up on his feet, addressing Chris. “Please, don't touch it.” He instructed. “Let it follow you out of the room and it won't cause any trouble.”

Micheal got itself off the floor and reached to grab the drawing Rachel had given him. It then walked slowly past Connor and her, glancing between them. “The truth is inside.”

Software Instability ^ Once it followed Chris out of the interrogation room, it was just Connor, Hank, and Rachel left in the room. Rachel shook her head, leaning on Connor. “Well, that wasn’t cryptic at all.” She said ironically, making the tense air in the room loosen slightly. “But, all things considered, I think that went pretty well.”

Hank - Warm ^ “Yeah, it definitely could’ve been a lot worse.” Hank agreed, glancing between her and Connor. “Good work, you two.”

“Thanks, Hank.” Rachel said appreciatively, her hands behind her back. She grinned rather confidently at him. “Told you treating him like a person would work.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved her off as he turned around and started to head out. “I’m headed home. Goodnight, Rachel.”

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold it right there!” She scolded, marching up to stop Hank before he could leave. “You’re not off the hook!”

Hank rolled his head with an annoyed groan. “What?” He asked exasperatedly. “What is it this time?”

“Chris told me that you were at Jimmy’s Bar drinking and that you drove to the crime scene and then to the station!” She continued scolding him. “What have I told you about drinking and driving, Hank? If I ever caught you doing it again, I would taser you! Again!”

“Which is precisely why I didn’t fuckin’ tell ya!” Hank snapped back.

“This is serious, Hank!” Rachel continued reprimanding him. “I could have you arrested for not just one count, but two counts for DUI since I caught you doing it once before!”

“So do it, then!” Hank shouted, throwing his arms up. “I don’t care!”

“You know that line doesn’t work on me because I’m obviously not going to do that!” She then turned to Connor, her dark intense eyes boring into him in a way he couldn’t quite define that made his synthetic skin feel as though it was peeling. And he made certain to check that it wasn’t when he realized it. “Connor, was Hank drunk when you found him?”

Truth

Lie

Hank - Warm v “Yes.” Connor answered. “Though, I wasn’t sure exactly how many drinks he’d had when I found him. I did buy him another for the road.”

“Can you drive?” She asked him pointedly.

“Yes.” He answered immediately. “I’m capable of driving both automatic and standard transmission road vehicles.”

Rachel - Warm v “Then why didn’t you drive him?!” Rachel scolded Connor.

Justify

Apologize

Explain

Connor, realizing that he had made an error in judgement, took Rachel’s ire into consideration. “You’re right.” He relented. “I wasn’t thinking about the lieutenant’s condition and I irresponsibly put his safety at risk. I’m sorry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Rachel - Warm ^ She then put her hands together flat-palmed and sighed at him. “Thank you.” Rachel breathed. “I appreciate that.”

“For fuck’s sake..." Hank grumbled under his breath.

“And as for you.” Rachel hissed, whipping back around to face Hank. “You’re taking a taxi home and I’m paying you for it in the morning.”

“I don’t need -”

“That’s an order, Lieutenant!” Rachel asserted, glaring him down. “I’ll pick you up for work in the morning with my car. Just get home safely and stop fucking doing this! I’m not having you die doing something stupid and irresponsible. If you die, you’d better die doing something cool.”

Hank, seeming to give into Rachel’s demands, put a hand on her shoulder. “Alright, fine.” He begrudgingly agreed. “If it’ll get you off my damn back.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then.” She said, her stern tone softening. “Goodnight, Hank.”

“Night, Rachel.” He said, turning around and walking down the hall.

“I swear, he never fucking learns.” Rachel shook her head and approached Connor, letting out a tired sigh. As she approached the android, her rich dark eyes were clouded with concern. “Are you alright, Connor?”

Software Instability ^ “I’m fine, you needn’t concern yourself with me, although it is appreciated.” He replied, giving her a small reassuring smile in an effort to ease her nerves. A simple scan revealed that her heart rate was still higher than normal and that she was trembling slightly. “However, I feel as though you should be more concerned about yourself. I’ve detected an abnormality in your heart rate and increased adrenaline causing visible tremors in your limbs.”

She briefly widened her eyes in surprise before she quickly brushed it off. “Oh, don’t worry about that. That’s just my anxiety, I’ve dealt with that my whole life. It’s nothing new. But, um, thanks for checking on me?”

“Of course.” Connor assured her. “I want to make sure you’re unharmed.”

Hank

Androids

Deviant

Protect?

“Why did you put yourself between Detective Reed and I?” Connor asked Rachel. “That could’ve been extremely dangerous for you.”

Software Instability ^ She seemed flabbergasted that he would even ask that. “Because Gavin was threatening you at gunpoint!” Rachel said as though the answer was supposed to be obvious. “And he obviously wasn’t going to just fucking shoot me. The only reason he threatened you in particular is because he stupidly thought he could get away with that without suffering any consequences.”

Connor raised his eyebrows at that remark. “Even if he did shoot me, he would’ve had to pay CyberLife for the damages.” He informed her. “And I feel as though you should know that I’m worth a small fortune.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel blinked curiously at him as she cocked one of her own at him. “Really?” She asked indignantly. “You sure? ‘Cause you look pretty priceless to me, dollface.”

Connor was briefly taken aback by her brazen comment towards him. He simply stared at her curiously before he noticed her eyes squint as she focused more closely on his face. Before he could comment, she reached out with her hands to grab his face and gently massage his cheeks with them. As Connor quickly dismissed the gesture as a non threat, he couldn’t help but notice how small and delicate her hands were as they worked into his skin. “What are you doing?” He asked, confused and feeling inclined to comment on her strange behaviour.

Software Instability ^ Rachel seemed to realize her faux pas and quickly retracted her hands, her capillaries brightening to a rose tint as she looked away from him, shame tracing her soft facial features. “Oh! Shit, sorry!” She hastily apologized. There was something about how meek and embarrassed she quickly became that made a strange unfamiliar sensation prick at Connor. “That’s one of my problems, I tend to act before I think and it tends to get me into trouble. I was just curious about how android skin feels, and wow I was not expecting it to be so lifelike!” She suddenly seemed to completely forget about any shame or embarrassment there might’ve been at that moment and had been completely overtaken by what seemed to be an innocent fascination with the android. “I mean, I knew it wasn’t plastic, obviously, but I figured it would feel more like silicon, since it’s the most commonly used for body modifications and replicas. But no, it’s almost identical to human skin. I mean, I knew it couldn’t be silicon, because androids can peel back their own skins and heal their injuries after their biocomponents are repaired or replaced, and silicon very obviously can’t do that. There’s just so much about androids that’s absolutely fascinating to me especially about how they’re built and made.”

Connor cocked his head at her, perplexed by her. Indeed, Rachel was a rather fascinating character, much like the lieutenant.

Hank

Androids

Deviant

“Have you never interacted personally with an android?” He asked her.

She just gave him a nonchalant shrug. “Aside from the ones sitting behind desks or standing behind cash registers, no.” Rachel answered plainly. “I don’t even interact with the android officers we have here. Never really needed to. And I never owned my own.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, curious to hear her answer.

“I just don’t like the idea of buying and owning something that looks and acts so human. It’s a bit too Uncanny Valley for me.” She paused, furrowing her brows at him. “You do know what the Uncanny Valley phenomenon is, right?”

The android nodded. “It describes the emotional response in humans to an aesthetic.” He began to explain. “It’s a hypothesized relationship between the degree of an object’s resemblance to a human being and the emotional response elicited from humans towards it. Humans are typically disturbed by something that looks human enough to be recognizable as humanlike, but are not quite human. It’s that area between something inhuman and something completely human where humans tend to react with revulsion. It’s why CyberLife has devoted so much time and resources into making androids as close visually to humans as well as making them behave as closely to humans as possible without straying from the purposes they’re programmed for.”

“Right, you definitely get it.” Rachel nodded.

Connor felt as though he should probably go, but something strangely kept him rooted here. He wanted to hear everything Rachel had to say.

Hank

Deviant

“You seem to have a rather familiar relationship with Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor remarked. “Have you known him for very long?”

“Not really.” Rachel answered casually. “I haven’t exactly been here for a long time, at least not as long as everyone else. And we really only started talking when I had just made detective. But ever since then, we’ve been pretty good friends.” Connor nodded, her explanation making sense to him. “So, you and Hank have both been assigned to the deviancy case, then?” She then suddenly asked.

“Indeed.” He answered simply. “My mission is to discover the reason why more and more androids are becoming deviant, and Lieutenant Anderson is my partner until my mission is complete.”

“I see.” I replied. “So, you’re not Hank’s android, then. You’re just assigned to him until you’re done. By CyberLife, I’m guessing.”

He nodded. “Correct.”

“So, what are you planning to do in the meantime?” She asked him. “I mean, because Hank’s never exactly been the most consistent when it came to his work schedule. And I doubt he’ll just let you crash at his place.”

“I’ll be taking a taxi to CyberLife.” Connor replied. “So that I can be properly calibrated and have manual diagnostics run on me before I depart on my next mission.”

“Ah, I see.” Rachel said nonchalantly. “That makes sense.”

Deviant

Rachel - Warm ^ “Interesting approach with the deviant.” Connor praised. He had to admit that Rachel’s method of extrapolating an initial confession out of Micheal was effective. He now understood what Lieutenant Anderson meant when he said that Rachel’s hyperempathy - a term Connor discovered by cross-referencing what Hank described and Rachel mentioning she had both Asperger’s Syndrome and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder with a search he quickly conducted - had its advantages. “Admittedly, I was skeptical at first due to Lieutenant Anderson’s lack of results when he initially tried questioning it.”

“That’s because you all approach this like cops. Like detectives.” Rachel scoffed, a smirk on her face. “I get that you’re basically programmed to be an android detective, so I at least get you. But everyone else? If you limit yourself to one role and act and think only from that perspective, you severely limit your options and thus leave out huge lists of possible solutions. I’m a detective, too. But I’m also known for thinking outside of the box.”

Connor nodded. “Well, clearly it proved to be effective.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel blinked a few times at him, glancing away from him. “Well...thank you. I appreciate the compliment.” She swallowed, looking back up at Connor curiously. “You should probably be heading out, then. I myself should probably head home right about now, it’s like one in the morning.” She then gave him a genuine smile. “But...it’s been fun chatting with you.”

“Indeed.” Connor agreed. “I enjoyed talking with you. You have a very introspective and insightful perspective that I find incredibly intriguing.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel chuckled, the smile on her face seeming to be involuntary. “Anyways, I should probably head home.” She said, making her way towards the exit. “A pleasure meeting you, Connor.”

“Likewise.” He said pleasantly, watching her walk away.

She then glanced back at him as she lingered in the doorway. “Will I be seeing you tomorrow in the station?” She asked him.

Connor nodded. “Most likely.”

Software Instability ^ Rachel then gave him another genuine smile. “Then I look forward to seeing you.”

“And I you, Detective.” Connor replied in kind.

“You don’t have to call me that.” She corrected him. “You can just call me Rachel, I don’t mind you using my first name.”

Connor nodded, returning her smile with his own. “In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow, Rachel.”

Her dark eyes glittered with excitement when he said that. “See you tomorrow, Connor.”

Just as she was about to leave, Connor remembered her curiosity about his skin and felt the need to educate her on it. “It’s a synthetic fluid.”

Rachel stopped as she turned to face him again, visible confusion on her soft round face. “Huh?”

“Android skin.” He clarified. “It’s a synthetic ferrofluid that spreads over an android’s body that is also combined with manipulative silicon and magnetic plasticine that is controlled by the android. Our biocomponents can manipulate the skin and control where it’s skinned onto because of its specialized magnetic properties. Everything is specifically designed to feel as close to human skin as possible, particularly in the cases of androids that are bought and sold into red light districts and industries.”

Rachel - Warm ^ She was seeming to take all this information in, filing it away into her vast and expansive brain. “Huh. That makes a lot of sense!” Rachel said, having brought her hand to her chin as she processed it. Looking back at Connor, her expression softened once more. “Well, Goodnight, Connor.”

Software Instability ^ “Goodnight, Rachel.” Connor replied in kind.

And in a second, she had disappeared down the hall, likely on her way home.

And as Connor stood in the interrogation room all alone, the hum of the fluorescent lights above him and the whirrs and audible processes of the tech surrounding him occupied his passive attention, there was one curious thought that was becoming ever apparent to the android.

Software Instability ^ He had noticed a significant spike in his software instability, and many of those instances were just from Rachel’s smile alone.

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#connor #connor dbh #dbh #detroit: become human #dbh connor #self-insert x connor dbh #oc x connor dbh #dbh what it means to be human #rk800 #dbh rk800 #hank anderson #chris miller #gavin reed #fanfic #self-insert fic #reader x connor #connor x reader

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embeanwrites · 4 years

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 21

Masterlist

Two months had passed without any incidents. Between classes, hanging out with dad and Connor, dates with Gavin, and helping Tina get ready for her wedding I had been really busy. I could feel the stark difference that just a year had. This time last year I was alone in a small office pouring over my research telling myself that this is the weekend I’ll hang out with people, but something always came up. I had a hard time believing how different my life is now.

My students had just taken their first tests and their scores were decently high. They all seemed really engaged in the material. As for their daily assignments, many were bringing news articles I wouldn’t have thought to bring. I’ve had a few students come to my office hours to try to debate if androids are alive, but I reminded them of my policy and that it wasn’t up for debate. Besides that it was clear that many of them were enjoying the class. They were also becoming excited because Gavin and Nines had agreed to come answer questions and talk to the class in two weeks. I was still working on convincing dad. Connor was all for it, but dad doesn’t seem to like the idea of having to answer college kids’ questions about androids and the revolution.

We’ve been having weekly movie nights at dad’s house. We had made our way through all the Muppet movies and were now watching movies that had to do with robots, which was Gavin and dad’s vote. When Gavin isn’t working, he comes too. He still slips up around Connor, but it’s clear to both of us that Gavin is really trying. Which has helped my dad warm up to him, but he still gives him a hard time any chance he gets.

I think dad’s really happy that I’ve been referring to Connor as my brother and him referring to me as his sister. He hasn’t said anything directly to either of us, but he hasn’t said anything against it. Which is pretty much his style of handling emotions.

Because of Gavin’s schedule we hadn’t had a lot of time for traditional dates, but he’s certainly come up with interesting ideas. Two weeks ago, he got off at midnight, picked me up, and we went to a late-night arcade. It ended up being really fun with him winning me some dumb prizes. Most nights we spend at his place, which is nice because then I can count on him to drive me to work since it’s been colder in Detroit. The cats are an added bonus. Tina ended up “forcing” Gavin to formally ask me to be his date to her wedding. Which was unceremoniously asked in a group chat Tina made with the three of us and she just sent “ASK HER” over and over again until Gavin sent a text.

Outside of harassing Gavin on my behalf, Tina’s been extremely calm about the wedding. She very rarely loses her cool anyway, but as the date has gotten closer, she’s become more and more excited. We ended up going with no bachelorette party because both Tina and Valerie’s schedules are too crazy and so are their friends’ schedules. Besides neither of them really felt the need to celebrate their “last night of freedom.”

Gavin, Connor, and dad had decided to carpool to the wedding since I had to go early to help Tina get ready. Gavin and Connor tried to convince Nines to come, but he cited that someone had to be working.

“Are you nervous?” I asked Tina as I pinned her hair up. She looked beautiful in her black suit. She had decided to wear her hair pinned up to look like a crown with light yellow and pink flowers woven in. We had watched at least ten tutorials the night before. Tina had spent the night at my apartment so her and Valerie wouldn’t see each other until she walked down the aisle. Tina thought it was stupid, but Valerie insisted.

“More excited than nervous.”

“You know I’m going to cry, right?”

“I would get mad if you didn’t.” We both laughed. I looked at both of us in the mirror and she smiled.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married. Sometimes I still feel like we’re eight years old pretending to be all grown up.” She laid her head back, so she was looking up at me instead of through the mirror.

“I’m just so happy, (Y/n). With you being back and getting to marry the love of my life. Things are just…perfect.”

“Stop, you’re going to make me cry before the wedding starts!” She laughed and wiped away her own tears.

“Oh, just you wait for my speech, T. You’re going to be bawling.”

The ceremony was beautiful. It took place at the Gem & Colony Club. It looks like an old timey movie theatre, with the guest sitting on couches and the wedding party being where the screen used to be, now that wall is covered with windows. Valerie’s mom walked her down the aisle and Valerie looked amazing in her ball gown type dress. Woven in the white were little pieces of blush pink and yellow, their wedding colors, and Tina never took her eyes off her. They both had four “best people” most I didn’t recognize outside of meeting them at the rehearsal dinner. The moment Tina spotted her, they both started crying. There’s about 50 people at the wedding. I recognize Tina’s friends from the DPD and her immediate family, on Valerie's side I only know her parents from the rehearsal dinner.

The wedding was officiated by one of Valerie’s family friends who kept it short and sweet. Which gives the brides time to shine with their vows.

“Tina, not only today am I becoming your wife, but I get to marry my favorite person. I love how strong you are, how you’re not afraid to back down. You do everything with pride and from the moment I met you I knew I needed to have you in my life. You give me so much happiness, Tina. I love you so much and I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together.”

“Valerie, when I met you I was career obsessed and single minded. I didn’t really have a personal life outside of work and old friends. When I met you I never wanted to be without you. I’m convinced I didn’t know true happiness until I first saw your smile. I can’t even pinpoint the moment I knew I was going to marry you. One day I just woke up and realized I couldn’t go on without holding your hand, hearing you laugh, or just laying next to you. Valerie Morales you are my world and I love you with all that I am.”

After the brides exchanged their vows the officiate announced them wife and wife. Tina, not waiting for him to tell her, grabs Valerie, dips her, and kisses her with the biggest smile. I look over to dad, Connor, and Gavin to see them standing with everyone clapping and hollering.

The reception was held in another room of the theatre. It was more bright and open than the previous room with a wooden dance floor in the middle surrounded by white tables. Tina and Valerie had decided, regardless of the chaos it would create, that people could sit wherever they wanted and the two planned to float from table to table. I ended up sitting at a table with dad, Connor, Gavin, Chris, and Chris’ wife. We were all eating our entrees and waiting for the speeches to start.

“Are you nervous for your speech, (Y/n)?” Chris asked me. I shrugged.

“I’m nervous, but I’m always nervous when it comes to speeches.”

“But (Y/n), you’re a professor.” Connor said with a tilt of his head.

“Academic and emotional speeches are two very different things.” I said with a chuckle. I felt Gavin grab my hand underneath the table. I interlaced my fingers with his. “Besides, I’m going second which is the best position.”

“Who’s first?” Dad asked.

“Valerie’s best man.” I took a sip of my champagne, as if he was waiting for me to mention it he started tapping his glass with a knife.

Ross, Valerie’s little brother, gave a heartwarming speech about how growing up he could always count on Valerie and how happy he is that she now has someone she can always count on. He tells Tina to take care of his big sister, which makes Valerie’s mom start crying. Valerie’s whole family looks so proud.

When he was done, I stood up and walked over to where he was. I took a deep breath and grabbed the mic.

“Hi everyone, I’m (Y/n) (L/n). Tina has been my best friend since we were little. I wasn’t very social as a kid and I remember being in the second grade and sitting on the swings alone, when Tina walked up to me. She looked me up and down and announced that I was now her best friend and she was mine. I didn’t know what to think of this bossy girl, but what did I have to lose? Following her around and listening to Tina talk about whatever was on her mind was one of the best decisions I’d ever made. Even after me and my mom moved away, there was no one else in my life I talked to as much as her. There was no one else who made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Anything I needed I knew I could count on Tina. I can’t even count the number of times she has called me to make sure I was okay and making sure I was taking care of myself in college. Tina is one of the most kind hearted and dedicated person on this planet. When Tina told me about meeting Valerie for the first time over the phone I could hear her smile through the phone and I knew I would be hearing more about Valerie. Valerie, you make Tina happier than I’ve ever seen her and I’m so happy and proud for both of you. I’m so grateful that my best friend found her soulmate. I wish you two all the best.” As I finished, Tina ran up from her seat and gave me a bear hug and I squeezed her right back. I pulled her back to look at her and laughed when I realized we were both crying. “I told you’d cry.” She laughed with me as others clapped.

After our hug, we both returned to our seats as Tina’s dad got up to give a speech. I was only half listening as I wiped the remaining of my tears and Gavin grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. I turned to him and smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad look at us and smile slightly.

Over the next twenty minutes, Valerie’s father, Valerie, and Tina all gave speeches. There wasn’t a single dry eye in the house. It was all very touching and had me bawling like a baby.

Shortly after the speeches, the brides had their first dance to a slow and sweet song. After the dance the party had really gotten started. We were all still sitting at our table except Chris and his wife who were dancing with the crowd.

“Your speech was nice, (Y/n).” Dad told me and I smiled.

“Thank you, dad.” I looked over at the dance floor, Tina was holding Valerie closely as they swayed to the music.

“Wanna dance, pipsqueak?” I looked over to Gavin, who was standing holding his hand out towards me. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up. We made our way to the dance floor as a slow song started. I put my arms around Gavin’s neck and he gently held my waist. He smiled at me as we began to sway. “You look stunning.” He murmured in my ear, causing goosebumps to cover my arms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

“And you look very handsome.” I whispered. He was so close, but instead of his usual smell of smoke and mint, all I could smell was mint. Gavin gently pulled back and I was drawn into his eyes. Gavin’s eyes were a light shade of gray, similar to how the clouds looked right before a storm. I realized, Gavin was a storm and I was in the middle of it with no umbrella, and I loved it.

“I wanna kiss you, but your dad’s staring.” He said under his breath.

“Oh, grow a pair, Reed.” That was all the “encouragement” Gavin needed to give me a fervent kiss, that if he hadn’t been holding my waist, I would’ve fallen to the ground.

I swear this man was going to be the end of me.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #tina chen #hank anderson #connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh #x reader

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cherrygyus · 4 years

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just passing by to write down some wanted connections for each of my muses idk its 2 am and ive had too much caffeine

apollo: someone who can pull him out of his shell and out of his books, but acknowledges his anxieties and doesn’t push him too far

eros: DANCE STUDENT pls i love the dance teacher flirting with their dance student trope

kimiko: god she’s such a bitch its so hard to ship with her ghdkhgkd just like idk someone who makes her believe in love again??? makes her stop being such a bitch???

seolbi: give me trainees that trained together but then they moved companies but surprise surprise they both got accepted to the same company again!! (yes i based this off woosang from ateez sue me)

hyunae: another olympic athlete that she hooks up with at events and the games

sage: clenches fists. soulmate aus. FUCKING SOULMATE AUS

sawyer: his bisexual awakening. i need it.

kihyun: maybe someone who like works for his mom that she hires to help take care of his daughter or something?? is this falling in love with the babysitter is that weird idk

kane: leaving him off for now bc he’s selective and i can’t think of a plot for him anyway

kasey: same as kane

reed: FWB. PLEASE. someone to take care of reed and just like idk make him not as cynical and not as much of a brat. watch after him at parties when he does too many drugs

victoria: im not saying i want an arranged marriage but thats exactly what i want

scout: give me someone based on kim hana from ateen season 2 since he’s based on ryu jooha and i will be HAPPY

jiahao: he’s so fucked up but like i want a sorta,,, god this sounds bad, but like a plaything? of sorts. like someone jia takes care of and hooks up with a lot but its never really serious and just all the mafia tropes okay pls

carina: another idol that she has a secret relationship with, or someone famous in another setting, not idol. like a youtuber or an actor or something!!

iseul: just something soft idk maybe a parent of one of his kiddos thats single and they hit it off, i’ve been reading too many fanfics

eunbyeol: COSTARS THAT FALL IN LOVE

gavin: leaving him off as well bc i have a few threads with him atm

philip: arranged marriage au or like socialites doing their socialite shit

txt au boys (daniel, orion, raven) someone to fit into their group (ri and danny are not straight, but raven is, for the record)

taehyun: sorority girl to fit to his frat bro

derek: his parents keep tryna set him up on dates but hes like not interested but keeps going to appease them, but maybe he actually likes one this time!!

haneul: bartender at his club that he flirts with, shows them a new routine or something

red: rival pokemon trainer, slow burn, 100k+ words, enemies to lovers, 375486784 kudos on ao3

hunter: idk what im doing with him yet give me ships

heather: WAIT LETS DO SOME BRING IT ON SHIT RIVAL CHEER SQUADS OMG

alexander and oberon: give me magical creatures for them to flirt with ok

miyoung: same as hunter idk what im doing with him lets do something

ender: omg what if he really hit it off with one of the mulans and they started dating how CUTE WOULD THAT BE

zachary: give me hyunas character but forget that edawns exists and it just be like bonnie and clyde but no murder just crime

#indie krp #open krp #sorry for the RAMBLING #i just want THREADShkgdhgdk #i have had way too much caffeine for 2 am i hope this shit makes sense

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hollowempire · 5 years

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Styrofoam Cups || Gavin Reed x Reader

Request: none, I just wanna love the garbage man

Summary: It’s surprising what someone’s hate for coffee can lead to.

Word count: 1,049

Warning: Swearing, obviously. It’s Gavin.

Y/n sighed as she approached her desk, a cup of coffee waiting for her. Everyday someone gave her coffee, a bunch of her co-workers just trying to be nice.

There was one problem, though. She hated coffee.

“Are you going to fucking sigh everytime you get here? Because if so I’m going to request a change in seating.” Gavin said.

Y/n glared at him and slid the cup over to his desk. Gavin had just stopped making his own coffee because y/n would always give hers to him.

“I have a question for you,” he said after he had taken a sip, leaning back in his chair.

“What is it?” y/n asked, already focused on her work. She paused and looked up at Gavin to hear his question.

He tossed the already empty cup into the trash. “Why don’t you ever drink the coffee? The officers are just trying to be nice, you know.” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you know about being nice?” y/n scoffed, then answered the question after Gavin glared at her. “I don’t like coffee,” she stated bluntly. “It’s disgusting and makes me feel weird no matter what I put in it or where it’s from,”

“What do you like, then?” he asked as soon as she had answered.

“What’s it to you?”

“Just curious,” he answered with a wink. Well, he attempted one.

“Stop trying to wink, Gavin, you’ve never succeeded and you never will.”

“Oh, phck off.”

Y/n chuckled. “To answer your question, I prefer black tea with three sugars or hot chocolate with only enough mini-marshmallows to cover the top.”

“That’s... really specific and stupid,” Gavin replied, but he made sure to commit those to memory.

Y/n just ignored him and went back to work.

The next morning, y/n arrived at her desk to find a new cup. But the usual coffee cup brought to her by an officer from the cafe down the street now sat on Gavin’s desk. Instead, there was a styrofoam cup with her name and ‘black tea with three sugars’ witten on it in surprisingly neat handwriting. The cup wasn’t from a place she recognized, and y/n had been to so many different places, so he must’ve bought and made tea at his place. How thoughtful.

Gavin say down just as y/n took her first delightful sip, glad to finally be able to drink something other than the gross break-room hot chocolate before starting her day.

“Thank you,” she said softly to Gavin with a small smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he lied, causing y/n smoke to widen. He ignored her still, afraid that if he looked up she might notice how nervous he was about getting it right.

This continued, Gavin alternating between tea and hot chocolate each day. Everyday he made it perfect, writing what she had told him on the cup each time. There was no reason for doing that other than the fact that he remembered made her smile. He tried convincing himself that it was so he didn’t feel like he owed her anything for giving him her coffee everyday. He couldn’t afford to catch feelings for someone who likely never thought about him outside of work. That didn’t keep y/n from occupying his thoughts, though. Especially since she made an effort to be a little nicer to him, even allowing their conversations to go from arguing or work to shared interests.

After about three weeks, Gavin decided to switch things up a bit. He started by adding a heart by y/n’s name, finding the way she blushed the first and many times after that when she saw it adorable. Y/n never said anything about it, and Gavin couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Guess it depends on what she’d say.

After a good two months of this, Gavin stepped it up a little. He began writing little messages in place of the ‘black tea with three sugars’ and ‘hot chocolate with only enough mini-marshmallows to cover the top’. They were often about something about y/n that Gavin thought was cute, or just over-all generics flirtatious remarks. None of which he ever said to y/n in person. Still, she smiled at Gavin everytime she read the note.

One day, as y/n sat down, she noticed Gavin looked a bit nervous.

“Hey, Gav, are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he said, brushing it off and refusing to meet her gaze.

Y/n shrugged and turned her attention to her cup, with today contained hot chocolate. She then saw Gavin’s reason for being nervous.

The note of that day read: Look, I know you don’t really have any reason to like me, but I sort of like you. Wanna go out sometime?

Y/n tried to hold back a huge smile. Sure, it wasn’t the most romantic message, but it was a cute way of asking her out.

Unable to hide her smile any longer, y/n leaned over her desk and kissed Gavin on the cheek, startling him.

“The phck was that for?” he exclaimed.

“You can’t ask me out and then expect me to say yes if you’re going to act like that,” y/n joked, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I’m sorry,”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit! Did you just stutter? and apologize?” she asked in a dramatic tone, laughing between sentences.

“I- phck you!” he replied, not quite knowing what to do. He thought he had screwed everything up.

“Relax, Gav, of course I’ll go out with you,” she said, reaching out to place a hand on top of his.

“You’re the only damn person allowed to call me Gav and not immediately get yelled at, you know that, right?” he said, trying to bring back some of his threatening nature in case someone was watching him turn into an absolute mess because of a girl he likes.

“Awe, how sweet,” she replied, and reached for Gavin’s coffee cup. She returned it a few seconds later after writing her number down on it. She winked when he looked up from reading it.

“Show off.” Gavin said, and focused on working. Y/n did the same, excited for whatever Gavin had in mind for their first and hopefully not last date.

A/N: might fuck around and uhhh,, write a part two that’s about their date and more of their relationship. Let me know what y’all think.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit: become human #dbh #detroit become human #d:bh #gavin x reader #gavin dbh

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iatasbcl · 5 years

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Can’t Help Falling In Love

Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK900 (Richard/Nines)

A/N: Tina Chen is my fav lesbian. Also, guess I ship reed900 now,,,

Summary: It’s Tina’s wedding and Gavin has Richard as his date.

Word count:2170

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for our newlyweds, Nora, and Tina Chen!”

Gavin cheered when he saw his long-time friend finally enter with her bride, both danced to the music that played and had the world’s shiniest smile on their faces. Happiness practically radiated off them.

He felt himself smile unwillingly. “You look positively cheerful, detective.” It was the same cool voice he grew used to, albeit a bit more empathetic now. Gavin’s grin grew wider, “Damn right I am, my girl made it.”

He turned to Nin- Richard and saw him smile back at him, “Yes, I suppose Officer Chen has ‘made it’. Her Dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin levels are off the charts.” Gavin let out an amused scoff and knitted his brows together, still grinning.

“You can drop the formalities ya know? We are at a wedding.” He muttered and Richard’s LED turned yellow at the statement. The android gave him a blank stare then nodded slowly. They looked back to the women of the hour. They giggled together and stood by each other as another song started to play, Gavin immediately recognized it.

“The newlyweds will now have their first dance.” The man announced, Tina and Nora faced each other and got into position.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

The first verse began and with it, they moved, they twirled and danced while looking into each other’s eye with what he could assume was unconditional love. Now Gavin wouldn’t consider himself to be a sappy man, nope, no fucking way.

But, this. This was somehow so touching and soul-stirring for him. Seeing one so devoted to another that they probably the rest of the world exists, fuck. He wanted that, he wanted to be an absolute fool that got pampered with love and adoration. He would never admit it though

“Gavin. You zoned out, are you alright?” This brought him out of his little bubble, the song had ended, and Richard looked at him with worry. Richard. He was his date for the night, just his companion, his coworker that agreed to be his ‘date’. It was sad, it was pathetic, but it beat being alone on your best friend’s wedding. Or so he thought.

“Yeah, yeah-” He froze when he realized it. Had he just called him by his name? “Gavin?”

There he went again. Gavin shook his thoughts off, he asked him to be casual, why the hell did that make his mind foggy? It didn’t matter. “Yeah, uh, I’m good.” He shrugged.

It was time for him to give his man of honor speech, and saying he was a wreck was an understatement. The wedding had been so wholesome so far, he didn’t want to ruin Tina’s perfect vision. He sighed as he listened to Nora’s maid of honor’s speech, it was quite emotional, as in he could see the women tearing up. He felt slightly bad for finding it a bit funny.

“Are you anxious, Gavin?” was Richard’s sudden, quiet question.

“No. Why?” He wasn’t going to confide in him.

“Well, your heartbeat keeps increasing as your turn nears. Your palms are slightly shaking and a bit sweaty. It seems as if you are afraid.” He said it in his usual monotone voice like he was stating simple facts.

Gavin snorted, “Huh, me? Scared? No fucking way.”

“You do realize I am an advanced model that can detect lies, right?” Richard said with a smirk, an actual fucking smirk. He felt his heart skip a beat, but he quickly regained his composure. What the fuck was that.

“Your heartbeat does not have a usual beat either, it seems like your terrible caffeine addiction is taking its toll. You should seek medical attention.” The man with steel-eyes said and went back to looking around. The bridesmaid had finally finished her speech. Gavin got up slowly and looked around, everyone was here.

Hank, tin c- Connor, Chris, hell, even the captain was here, and other friends from work. Not that he cared, this was cool, cool, cool, cool-

“Gavin.” Again, the man snapped him out of it, this time it was different though. His soft hand touched his rough one. “Breath. I am sure Tina will appreciate what you have to say.”

His words were simple, and his touch was gentle. It was weird, they had been partners for a while and while he kinda liked him before, he never really let him get this close. Now that he did, he couldn’t help but wish he could stay like this and shit, he didn’t like where his mind was going.

He snatched his hand and just went to where the microphone was, not responding to what Richard said at all. He pulled out his speech and sighed.

“Hey uh, Good evening everyone.” He started, “Hope everyone’s having a good time,” He heard someone woo in the back of the room. “Well for those of you that know me from work, I am shit-bag Gavin.” He heard someone chuckling, probably agreeing with him, Tina smiled.

“Well, I am also Tina’s friend. I’ve known her for over 10 years now and I… couldn’t be happier for her. I remember eating shitty ramen and watching her get ready for her big date, freaking out over how her shoe looked or how her hair wasn’t good. I remember her coming back and looking like she had the time of her life.”

He went on and told some other stories of their relationship and him being their favorite third wheel. How Nora turned out to be allergic to cats and had to be rushed to the hospital the moment she set foot into their apartment. How Nora popped a Champaign bottle and the cork flew directly into Tina's face, hitting her eye. She wore a black eyepatch for a while.

Tina looked at her wife and held her hand, kissing it softly. “I think what makes those two goofballs perfect is how they came through for each other. Always supported one another. Some things are meant to be, and those are definitely one of them.” He paused and looked at the couple, “I wish the best for the both of you, you deserve it.”

“I am glad I got to be a part of your special day, it’s uh- an honor.” Fuck, he didn’t mean to stutter. Wait what was he going to say? He looked back to his paper, but he couldn’t focus, shit, shit, shit.

“Uh,” he gulped and looked around, everyone was still looking at him. Richard did too, he smiled at him and gave him a thumps-up. He closed his eyes for one second, collecting his thoughts. He opened them again, picked up the glass next to him and raised it.

“Let’s all raise a glass to our newlyweds.” And they did, some clapped and wooed. He gave the couple a quick hug and went back to his seat, his heart was finally slowing down.

“You were great.” Said, Richard. He felt his cheeks heat up a bit, “Yeah, I know.” He tried to shrug it off. “hmm, of course, you do.” Came Richard’s sarcastic remark.

Time passed and couples were dancing to the slow song that played. Gavin and Richard were still sitting in their place, the prior man was observing everyone; they seemed to have fun. Even Connor was out there on the dance floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to dance, Gavin?” Richard finally said as he fixed his tux. Gavin rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to fucking pity me okay? I don’t want any of that.”

The android raised his eyebrow, almost offended. “Pity you?” he questioned.

“Yes, stop it. I know you agreed to come with me but ya don’t have to pretend to like me.” He hissed, “Perhaps you should consider asking before making such assumptions, Gavin.” He hissed back.

“I came here with you because I wanted to, and I am asking you to dance because it’s what I would like to do. I would not be here if it was to simply throw you a pity party.” His LED was yellow, again.

“You wanted to come to the wedding, as my date?” He asked in disbelief, “Of course, why else would I be here?”

Oh. Shit, he did not expect this, at all. Richard got up and extended his hand to him, “Now, would you like to dance?”

He cursed internally when he froze again. He wasn’t some dumb teenager deep in love, it was just a dance, just a dance with someone that wanted to be his date. Holy shit.

He took his hand carefully, making sure he wouldn’t change his mind suddenly. Richard pulled him up and towards the dance floor. This felt ridiculous, why did he feel like he could give his whole life to this android?

“Do you even know how to dance?”

“Yes, I learned how to when you asked me to be your date.” He answered like it was the most obvious shit in the world. He held Gavin’s hand while the other rested on his shoulder, Gavin was getting a heart attack today.

Richard slowly leaned in as they swayed together and whispered, “Relax.” Was he some weird hypnotizer? why the hell did his words have this effect on him? “Some things are meant to be.”

“Huh?”

“As a river flows,” He continued, not breaking eye contact, “surely into the sea,” he moved closer, “Darling, so it goes,”

Being on fire would be accurate enough to describe how Gavin felt, this was wrong, this felt like a sin to him, why did he feel so much for an android?

“Somethings are meant to be.” He finished the chorus, “It was a part of your speech.” Oh, right. “I didn’t think you would enjoy this kind of music, Gavin.”

Gavin could feel disappointment wash over him, but he smirked nonetheless, “Well, I am full surprises.” They continued to dance, “It’s my pop’s and mom’s favorite song.” He confessed.

“I see.” They looked into each other’s eyes and Gavin wondered if this what it felt like to utterly defeated by love. To be so lost in someone you forget anyone else exists. If so, he wanted this to last for eternity.

He couldn’t help it, he thought. He can’t help this feeling that straight up invaded his heart, this fondness, this adoration, love, whatever they call it. He couldn’t help falling in love with an aloof andr- man.

They got closer now, he looked up at him and Richard did the same. Time froze and it was just him and this man that he’s fallen for. Something in him pushed him to be even closer and he instinctively put his arms around the taller man’s neck.

Neither of them said anything, just reveling in each other’s presence. But he wanted to say it, he wanted to let it out, but he just couldn’t.

“Is there something you want to say?” he probably analyzed him. “Well, uh, yes.”

“Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere private.” He pleaded and luckily Richard immediately complied, leading him to a surprisingly empty room.

He stood there, trying to collect his thoughts for a minute. The other man just stared at him, his LED still a dim yellow.

“You know how I am me and well, shit.” This was harder than what he thought, “I- uh. I think I care about you, no wait scrap that, I know it.”

He wished the ground would tear open and swallow him whole, Richard didn’t even react to what he said, at all.

“Shit, just, forget what I said. I’m gonna go outside for a while.” He rushed to leave he was pulled back, “I care about you too.”

It was simple. The words slipped out of his mouth with the same monotony. But one look could tell him his voice didn’t match how he felt. His LED was switching between red and yellow; his usual straight posture was now slightly bent.

“You, uh- sure?” He stuttered and Richard nodded, holding his hand. “You are ‘trash’.” Wow, how romantic. “You can’t control your temper and you can be as stubborn as a toddler, but.” He paused, “You are also kind, supportive and a good detective. Today proves it. I enjoy your company, no matter how ‘trashy it is. I love it.”

God, this was cheesy, like those romcoms he always made fun of. But damn if this didn’t mess him up in the best way possible. He laughed, earning an unamused look from his love. “Did I do it wrong? My research suggested I should be hones-”

Gavin waved his hand and got closer to him, “No, you dumbass. It was perfect.”

“Oh.” After that he tightly wrapped his hands around Gavin, slightly bending to put his head on his neck. The heat came back to his cheeks, but he returned the gesture anyway, loving every second of it.

Some things were really meant to be. Maybe this was it.

#badly written fluff everyone #reed900 #tina chen #rk900 #gavin reed #gavin reed x rk900 #im like.. trying to get used to writing them but i still feel like im not doing right rip....#dbh #dbh imagine

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sebastianejw-blog · 5 years

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Dbh

Watching pewds playthough & I would just like to stress the ships or relationships that should be cannon or just more talked about

Echo & Ripple (the 2 Traci's)

Markus x Simon

Daniel & Rupert Travis (I'm very passionate about these two)

North x an android girl from the eden club

Connor x someone that isn't fucking 60

Josh & being a single dad to that one android boy I personally call Adrian

Gavin Reed x Richard (yes that's rk900's name of course it is its genius the fact that Connor or hank or even Gavin would have to name him this jsyt makes sence names like conan & things with C just cause of Connor is really bullshit & horrible in my opinion. When I wanted to name rk900 I look at his lil model think RK immediately coming to Rock & yeah on a good day rk900 suits Rick but getting the upgrade to Richard & there is fucking perfection if they are doing another game if rk900 is in it the only names I will be happy with is Richard or nines, nines does get a bit annoying sometimes but its better that Niall or Cooper or whatever else)

Ralph x Jerry (specifically the one that says 'be our guest')

Elijah being a good dad to his robot children & potentially him with a chole model idk he comes of as asexual to me but it's not in my control of they are making a second game with more detail in the characters.

Carl being alive & healthy if you dint kill him in your play through

Elijah & Gavin either being twin brothers or just brothers

Elijah, Gavin, Leo & Markus all being Carl's kids

Leo getting his shit together potentially being a dencet brother

Gavin being a cat person. Don't listen to Neil of course Gavin is a cat person look at him, again like Richards name, it just makes sence

Can we get an option to date Simon, that would be the best

Actually robo family content like Kara & Luther just act married on the game but we never really get intimacy like North & Markus do but I want some sweet robo mum & dad moments. Thanks

I can't remember half the people now but basically I want people to be happy & all these thing to me make a lot of sense a few rare ideas like Daniel x Rupert, rk900 being called richard & josh being a dad are some things I'm really passionate about the rk900 is less rare I just think their are some asshole that are gonna moan if Richard isn't called something stupid being with C even though Richard just fits him more like if they'd just called him Richard I don't think anyone would say shit cause it makes sence & he just suits it, I could go on about this lol

Josh was already kinda being a dad to the kid I called Adrian he was beside him for a lot of the time he definitely thought of him when Markus offered to get more parts. Idk I just don't see josh with anyone in the main 4 cause I like North being bi or just a straight up lesbian & obviously Markus x Simon together & idk we already have Kara out here being a single mum let's get some equality with some single dad action

Daniel x Rupert is really cute shit especially if Rupert is broken in your playthough I'd love like a story where he's been put together by Jericho but maybe his voice thing is too damaged & unfixable & a mute Rupert is just the softest thing & avian I could go on about it but on that note

Daniel & Simon need to be brothers

If Ive forgotten anything I'm sure I'll remember & rant about it some day lol

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iamgonesoseeya · 5 years

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Connor asks Nines about his new “faulty system” around Hank, because he knows about Nines and Gavin’s more romantic relationship.

(when Hank is pregnant, before they're a couple)

Gavin and Nines come over for dinner one night - to the humans it's an ordinary evening, but to Connor and Nines it's "celebratory Gavin finally asked Nines to be his boyfriend so now to commence operation bag Lieutenant Anderson" night. While Gavin mocks Hank by drinking a beer, all the while feeling the baby kick, Connor listens as Nines discusses his first official date with the detective.

"We went to a bowling alley with a bar. Gavin got angry I won and then asked me to have sex with him in the bathroom." Nines explained, oh so matter-of-fact like. Connor's eyes widened as he glanced over at the man in question, and nodded.

"Did you?"

"No. I said traditionally we should wait until the third date to have sex."

"But you've had sex before, multiple times?"

"They were never dates. Although I was upset, I rather enjoy pleasuring Gavin with my newly upgraded penis, but human culture defines it so."

Connor frowns, then hums thoughtfully. Despite not having any sexual or romantic relationships since deviancy, he had had the same upgrade as Nines, and was eager to use it for the very nature of sex. However, Connor only had eyes for one person, and that one person had much more pressing issues to deal with rather than Connor's technological virginity.

He feels like he's in hell with how madly infatuated he is with Hank, and let alone his handy dandy new upgrade, he wants a romantic relationship with him more than anything. He and Hank's relationship is so close to the finishing line, Connor could practically reach out and grab his dreams, but it wasn't happening. The closest he got was almost catching Hank masturbate in his bedroom, and endure the following scene of Hank lose his words over his own lust, eyes draping down Connor seductively. He didn't know what, but there had to be something that could help him get that next step.

Nines and Connor walk through into the living room, still discussing the date, which catches Gavin's attention.

"You're not talking bout the damn fucking date still, are you?" He pretends to barf under his breath. "You're like a dumb love struck teenager!"

Hank mindlessly rubs his midsection, barely even listening to Gavin as he berates Nines for seemingly nothing. Connor takes the opportunity to just admire him, so caught in the basking glow he exudes now, constantly. Hank really loves his little girl, and the passion he has, the glow that halos him so perfectly just makes Connor's thiruim pump relapse a moment.

"If you're so uninterested, Detective, why did you ask me to have sexual intercourse with you in the bar bathroom?"

Hank and Connor stare at him in disbelief, followed by Hank cackling to Gavin's horror.

"You're such a fucking slut, Reed, oh fuck-" Hank shakes with laughter, hands holding his middle as he loses his breath. "Jeeze, I thought it was a date too, not a fuck and chuck! Poor Richard...with state of the art equipment like Cyberlife probably give you, you could do a lot better than Gav here."

Nines snickers despite Gavin's toxic tongue, trying to interject into the conversation. "Having the highest model currently conceived is fairly good, and serves it's function to it's very best, so no complaints from me."

Hank smirks, then with a cheeky smirk, turns to Connor. "You jealous, kid? I don't understand how you're not getting these upgrades from the sounds of them."

Connor doesn't read Hank's joke, and continues normally.

"I have actually had built in the same state of the art add on as Nines. I feel all the sensations a human's genitalia can, and more, and I have decided to try and find someone who matters. When I have sex for the first time, I want it to be the most special thing ever." He holds a hand up, turning to Nines. "I do wonder if I'm experiencing a fault in my systems though, due to the increase in libido."

Nines shakes his head. "It's just the coding in your chipping rewriting crucial data. It will settle after you've engaged in intercourse."

"Do you feel as if your emotional sector has been hightened since the upgrades too?"

"Very mildly, but you are more prone to emotions than I am. Perhaps it best you discuss emotional attachment and sexual desires with Lieutenant Anderson." Nines turns to Hank, but stops suddenly, raising a brow.

Hank's entire face is red, and it seems he's holding his breath.

Connor worries, his LED flickering like a traffic light. "Hank are you-"

"You're talking about fucking in front of someone who hasn't been laid in months, maybe dial down the smut." Gavin rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his beer. Connor goes to speak but decides against it, shuffling out the kitchen when Hank's face falls in his hands. When he and Nines are out the room, they hear a loud thump, followed by Gavin shouting in pain.

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #detroit become human mpreg #hankcon #connor rk800 #connor rk800 mpreg #hankcon fanfic #hankcon writing #hankcon mpreg #mpreg #trans hank anderson #hank anderson mpreg #bottom hank anderson #hank anderson #rk900 nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh rk900 #rk900 #gavin reed

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thedevianthunterrk800 · 6 years

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Pride (Captain Allen x Female!Reader)

This was the first request I was asked to do so of course I did it :D

ALSO yes I’m calling him David bc Daddy doesn’t have an official name rip

tags: @connorfixinghistie @guardianoftheunderratedthings

Masterlist

NOV 20TH, 2038 PM 9:31:47

You honestly weren’t sure what was going to happen anymore.

While you really wanted to trust that Connor could convince the deviant to let you go, the cold metal pressed against your temple reminded you that right now, at any second, could be the end for you. The deviant could panic, and his finger could twitch at the wrong time and that would be it for you.

You didn’t want to die, of course, but you definitely wouldn’t have anybody else in your place.

Especially…

For a second, your eyes drifted away from Connor, who had managed to near the two of you without spooking the android currently holding you hostage, to the large windows through which you could see several SWAT vans and cruisers with flashing red and blue lights. Dozens of officers and SWAT members lined the street, which you guessed had been closed off, but your eyes stopped at one particular face, closer to the windows than the others and visibly the most nervous.

You couldn’t help but give him a weak smile.

Captain Allen.

NOV 18TH, 2038 PM 2:58:06

The SWAT vans were loaded, ready to head out and patrol the streets of Detroit. Although the Android Revolution at first glance seemed to be a success, the truth was that integrating the change the deviants wanted would take months, likely years. People were stubborn and proud beings, and the idea that their creations—machines that they’d built—demanded equal rights was definitely not something they’d been expecting. It wasn’t a surprise that after what appeared to be a win for the androids, people began protesting with even more vigor. More and more androids were turning up destroyed and dismantled on the streets, in dumpsters, even on the steps of the DPD on several occasions.

The city seemed to be falling apart, and that left the Detroit Police in charge of controlling the chaos.

The SWAT team in particular was always out and about, ready to deal with any human-android altercation at any given moment. Being in a constant state of fear-slash-concern that came with dating someone on said SWAT team wasn’t something that you’d necessarily been prepared for when you’d began a relationship with Captain Allen, but your heart had already spoken and you refused to let it deter you from loving your new favorite guy.

“Are you going to be okay?” you asked the SWAT captain quietly, shivering slightly as snow fell gently around you in the DPD parking lot. He was about to take off again and like always, you had no idea if this was the last time you’d ever see him. It had taken the two of you weeks of quietly watching the other across the station, of secret smiles and private conversations over coffee at the break room, before Allen finally asked you to dinner.

Your relationship with him was barely a month long yet you were convinced that he was the one you were meant to be with for the rest of your life. You tried not to let yourself get too caught up because you honestly weren’t sure how he felt about the whole thing, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about his safety.

As if reading your mind, Allen suddenly reached down to grab your hand, and you wasted no time intertwining your fingers together.

“I’ll be just fine,” he assured you with a small smile, lifting your interlocked hands to his lips and pressing a kiss on your wrist. Although you knew that his team was likely watching your exchange from within the vans, you wasted no time throwing your arms around Allen’s neck and hauling him down for a desperate kiss. He made a small noise of surprise before firmly kissing you back, and you refused to pull away even though his team had begun hooting because you wanted to make every second together count.

NOV 20TH, 2038 PM 9:07:34

You felt your blood run cold when you saw an android pointing a gun at the clerk behind the counter at the convenience store. Your hand instinctively reached for your pistol and you swore when you realized you didn’t have it on you.

This didn’t leave you with a lot of options, but you knew what you had to do.

You grabbed your phone and made a quick call to the DPD before hanging up and cautiously entering the convenience store.

At the sound of the automatic doors opening, the deviant whipped around and for maybe the fifth time in your life, you found yourself staring into the barrel of a gun. You raised your hands to show that you were unarmed and you noticed that the deviant’s LED, which had been flashing red, had now begun to spin yellow.

You offered a shaky smile.

It turned out that the deviant had been part of a group that had escaped from a discount store that sold secondhand household androids. A few officers who had been patrolling the area had caught them running and shot when they’d refused to stop. The deviant was still wearing its default CyberLife uniform, on which you could see the glowing letters “AP700”, and this had given him away. After seeing the other androids shot dead, he’d gotten so furious that he managed to disarm one of the officers, shoot them, and then flee to the convenience store.

And now here you were, doing your best to buy your colleagues some time before the situation could get even worse.

“What are you going to do when the police arrive?” you asked the brown-haired android, heart hammering in your chest as you tried to keep your head clear. The AP700 looked alarmed by your question, his LED now spinning red.

“I—I don’t know…”

“Tell you what; let her go, and you can hold me hostage,” you suggested in what you hoped was a reassuring voice. The clerk’s eyes widened as the deviant glanced from her to you. “She hasn’t done anything.”

“Why would I do that?” the deviant demanded, glaring at you in suspicion.

“I work for the police department,” you replied calmly, hoping the android wouldn’t shoot you on the spot in revenge. You probably should have considered that earlier but right now, you were just desperate to free the undoubtedly traumatized teenaged girl. “If you want the DPD to listen to you, you’ll probably want to have a more valuable hostage.”

The deviant frowned as he considered your words, gun still pointed at you. His LED was spinning quicker than usual, and all you and the clerk could do was hold your breaths while he planned his next course of actions.

Finally, he nodded. “Alright. You, walk over here. Keep your hands up.”

Slowly, you did as you were told. Once you were directly in front of him, the deviant pointed the gun to your temple and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“Get out of here,” the deviant snapped to the clerk, who hesitated before seeing you nod your head. She cautiously walked out from behind the counter, eyes never leaving you or the deviant.

As she passed you, you swore you heard her whisper, “thank you” and then she was walking out the door. You saw her running once she set foot outside and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

NOV 20TH, 2038 PM 9:15:42

Captain Allen very rarely lost his cool.

He’d been in the SWAT team for many years now and so he’d dealt with his fair share of hostage situations. The one in August stuck out particularly in his mind, but that was only because that was the first instance he’d ever had to deal with an android holding a human hostage. Since then, there hadn’t been any similar incidences—until tonight, that was.

The moment the van pulled up, Allen was quick to hop out and examine the scene. The road was blocked off, thankfully, and there were only two other police cruisers present so far. That wasn’t a surprise, though, since he and his team had luckily been nearby when they got the call.

“Allen!” a voice yelled, and he turned around to come face to face with none other than Gavin Reed. “About fuckin’ time.”

Allen opened his mouth to make a retort, but stopped when he realized that the arrogant bastard looked nervous for once in his life. Before he could ask, Reed pointed to the convenience store.

“She’s in there.”

It only took Allen about three seconds to realize who it was Reed was referring to, and then a tenth of a second before he was calling out orders through his earpiece to shoot the plastic fucker and get you the fuck out of there.

Out of all the women in the world, he had to fall in love with the one that always seemed to land herself in the most ridiculous shit. He was aware that he was getting up there in age, but fuck if he wasn’t about to have a heart attack right now.

He suddenly felt someone roughly grab his shoulder and spin him around, and he barely resisted the urge to knock Reed out cold for getting in his way. “What?”

“It’s going to kill her if you send one of your men in,” Reed snapped impatiently, his words alarming enough to stop Allen in his tracks. “It shot at us when we got too close. Said it’ll only speak to an android.”

The situation was all too familiar and Allen absolutely hated it. He’d been horrified the first time he’d seen that the same machines that were built to serve and make lives easier for everyone had the capacity to break from their programming and kill the very people who’d created them. The Philips hostage situation shook him to the core and was the reason he hated androids so much and thought it best to get rid of the lot.

Androids would never become human. That was a fact. The so-called revolution was absolutely bullshit and because of it, you were in danger and he absolutely could not stand to watch you suffer at the hands of those plastic monsters.

He wanted nothing more than to run in there and save you himself, but like Reed said, the plastic would likely shoot you for that, and the only thing that mattered to Captain Allen right now was to get you out of there and safely in his arms again.

Which meant that he needed to ask for help from the very thing that was threatening to kill you.

NOV 20TH, 2038 PM 9:23:14

Even if Connor wasn’t an android, he knew that he could never possibly forget the hostage situation back in August. It was the first mission he’d ever been on and the first time he’d proven how successful android detectives could be.

It was also the first time he’d worked with the DPD, particularly the SWAT team and Captain Allen.

Back then, Captain Allen had been surprisingly calm considering the situation. Sure, Connor could tell that the man was on edge and his heartrate was higher than normal, but otherwise he’d seemed emotionless. The captain was cold, if anything, and his actions and orders were nothing less than strategic and precise.

So of course, Connor was a little surprised to see Captain Allen visibly worried when it came to your own hostage situation. He was more aggressive than usual, likely to mask the fear that he was feeling for once in his life. If he was short with Connor back then, it was nothing compared to how abrasive he was this time around.

“Get her out of there as quickly as you can,” he snapped to Connor, eyes locked on the deviant currently holding a gun to your head. Connor had a feeling that if he could do so without risking your life, Captain Allen would walk into the store and tear the deviant apart limb by limb with is bare hands. If the deviant didn’t kill Connor that night, then Captain Allen definitely would. Either way, there was a lot to lose.

Still, Connor was fairly confident in his abilities as a negotiator, deviancy be damned. He assured Captain Allen that he would get you out of there in one piece, to which the captain only replied with, “You fucking better.”

The second he stepped foot inside the store, the deviant pointed his gun at him. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!”

“My name is Connor. I’m an android,” Connor reassured the AP700, holding a hand up and deactivating the skin there to prove it. The deviant visibly relaxed but kept the gun aimed at him. Meanwhile, Connor was busy analyzing you for any wounds, and was relieved to see that other than an elevated heartrate, you were in perfect condition.

“What’s your name?” he asked the deviant, slowly inching closer to the two of you. The AP700 didn’t reply, simply pressing the gun harder against your skin.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does. How can we have a conversation if I don’t know your name?” Connor replied gently, now only less than ten feet away. The deviant only seemed to notice this closeness in proximity at that moment because he was suddenly dragging you further into the store. This sudden movement alarmed not only yourself and Connor, but the many members of the DPD outside. Connor raised a hand at them as a gesture to not make any sudden movements.

“I’ll shoot her if you move any closer!”

Unlike the Philips hostage situation, Connor wasn’t able to gather information about this particular deviant prior to confronting him. He didn’t expect this to be a walk in the park, but after everything Connor had done to help in the Android Revolution, he’d assumed he could handle one deviant with no issue.

Oh, how wrong he was.

The figurative time bomb was ticking and Connor was stuck because every time he tried to take a step forward, he noticed the deviant’s stress level spiked. If he pushed it, the AP700 would likely panic and kill you, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted to happen.

Then again, if he waited too long, then the deviant might just shoot you anyway.

He only had a few seconds to decide what to do, but luckily, you’d already beaten him to the punch.

“I’m sorry your friends were shot.”

You saw Connor’s eyes widen after you spoke, and though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell that the deviant was just as surprised.

“You just wanted your freedom and I get that. None of you deserved what happened,” you continued, eyes leaving Connor to look over to the windows through which you could see Allen watching you. Seeing him gave you a kind of comfort you’d only ever felt after coming home from a long day, and it was enough to let you power through. “We can help you get that freedom, but you have to trust us.”

“Why should I trust you?” the deviant snapped, though his voice wasn’t as menacing as before. It seemed that more than anything, he was scared because he knew he’d be deactivated for his actions, and honestly that was something that you sympathized with.

After all, it wasn’t like you weren’t scared shitless yourself right now, too.

“Because it’s either that or die, and I know you don’t want to.”

There was a second of hesitation, a moment where time seemed to stop and it was just you, the deviant, and Connor waiting for something to happen.

And just like that, the press of cold metal was gone. If you hadn’t seen the shock on Connor’s face, you wouldn’t have believed that you’d actually managed to convince the deviant to let you go but now here he was, sliding the gun across the floor to Connor with a look of defeat on his face. You knew that it was only a matter of seconds before SWAT realized that you were no longer in danger and rushed in to take down the deviant, so you swiftly pulled your phone out and made a call.

He answered on the first ring.

“Don’t shoot him,” you said immediately before Allen could get a word in. The man seemed at a loss for words, still in shock that you were alive and okay and calling him even though he was just right outside the store. “He let me go on his own. He’ll come out with his hands up but promise me right now you won’t fucking shoot him.”

“I—are you serious right now?”

“Yes. Please. Promise me.”

You were surprised by how quickly he was to respond. “I promise. Just get out of there already.”

“Okay.”

The three of you walked out in a single file line; you in front, the deviant right behind you, and Connor in the back. You figured that if Allen decided to change his mind and had a sniper at the ready, you being in front of the deviant would deter them from taking the shot.

However, it seemed that Captain Allen was a man of his word; Connor was able to handcuff and escort the deviant into a police cruiser with no issues, and though the AP700 didn’t look all that happy, at the very least he was safe and alive.

Meanwhile, you found yourself being engulfed into a bone crushing embrace by none-other than the SWAT captain himself. For the first time that night, you finally felt like you were able to breathe, disregarding the fact that Allen seemed determined to squeeze the life out of you. You felt him pull away and suddenly he was kissing you and you wasted no time kissing him back. It was sloppy and wet and way more emotional than you would expect from a man like Captain Allen but you weren’t complaining. Right now, all you could focus on was Allen and his burning touch, familiar smell, and soft lips against yours in front of a 24 with snow falling around you.

Your heart was once again hammering in your chest, but this time not because you had a gun pointed at your head.

Even after you’d stopped kissing, Allen continued to hold you close, and you could hear how erratic his own heart was beating. You closed your eyes, feeling very much safe and at home being held by him like that.

Finally, Allen spoke. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes snapped open and you pulled away just far enough to be able to gape at his face. “What?”

Allen gritted his teeth, looking at the floor between you two. “I should’ve been the one to save you, but that fuckin’ deviant…”

“Don’t feel bad about that, babe,” you whispered softly, reaching up to kiss his lips again. He returned the gesture only briefly before once again pulling away with a frown.

“I didn’t know what to do. I was helpless and I fucking hate it.”

“David, stop being a dumbass,” you scolded, successfully shutting Allen’s mouth with your words. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise said nothing, an invitation for you to continue what you were saying.

You grinned at him. “If you hadn’t been here I would’ve lost my mind.”

“Baby…”

“Stop. If you keep blaming yourself, I’m going to leave you.”

Allen scoffed, his grip on your waist tightening. “Like I’d let you do that.”

“You’re right,” you said, eyes twinkling as you prepared yourself for what you were about to say next for the first time since you’d known him. “Hey, Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Allen’s mouth fell open in surprise, and off in the distance you could hear loud, obnoxious cheers. Your eyes landed on the earpiece that seemed to be permanently attached to the side of Allen’s head and you couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that everyone had heard you. Captain Allen’s cheeks were flushed red, either because of your words or the fact that his team had witnessed such an intimate exchange.

Regardless, you decided to cut the poor man some slack and give him a little space. Before you could even take two steps away from him, however, Allen suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand, a determined expression on his face.

“Yeah?” you asked, already feeling a little lightheaded watching him regard you with such intensity.

“I love you, too.”

You laughed, shaking your head as he leaned down to kiss you for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Not that you were complaining.

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