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mediocre-quill-ink · 11 months

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I just found your Dirty cop post and I'm here to ask...

Are you planning on making a continuation perhaps? 👉🏼👈🏼 Cause it was fucking amazing!

Ty so much for the request, and thank you for saying it was amazing. i really appreciate it!!!

Pt.1

Dirty cop pt 2

Content: probably inaccurate to the game. Tried to work this one into Canon a little bit. Ralph is a major character in the first half, Simi public sex, light bondage, a lot of degrading, female anatomy but gender nutral terms when being adressed. Connor has a sweet spot???

I gazed into the pouring rain, wondering how long till freedom comes. How much longer I need to hide. To run. Ever since I got apprehended by that RK800 a week ago, my anxiety has been spiked. Not to say I completely disliked our interaction. One moment in particular I was quite fond of but... getting arrested or dismantled is by no means something I'll embrace.

I've heard news here and there of another rogue android "freeing" others. Whispers of a revolution on the rise. God, I hope so. I want to feel safe. Free.

I flenched at a clatter, whiping around to see a scared WR600, a large blue gash stretched across his face. A floor board snapped benith him, causing him to fall through it and trip, letting out frustrated and pained cries. "Are you alright, Ralph?" I asked, slightly started.

I met Ralph a week ago after running from the RK800, connor. The bus dropped me off in front of the dilapidated building, and I decided to make a temporary home there. At least until I could find a better squat. When I first hopped the fence, I was surprised to find myself at knife point. Something along the lines about how he doesn't trust strangers. How humans hurt him. With enough convincing, I was able to stay. I don't entirely trust him. He's unpredictable and violent, but I like him. He's fun and cares a lot. He seems to have grown rather attached to me despite his fears. And I'm sure he feels the same way about me. He's really sweet when he's not flailing around a knife, but he's also very cautious of me, doesn't like sudden movements.

"No! Ralph is not okay! He got hurt!" I sighed, slowly walking over. He landed on his hands and knees, turing over and sitting down. "Are you bleeding?" I asked, crouching down. He rolled up a pant leg, reveling a patch of the synthetic skin rubbed away, the white plastic shell cracked. I sucked in a breath. "Okay, no bleeding. Good. You're damaged, but you're good. You're fine. Can you walk?" Ralph didn't say anything in response, just muttering to himself. "Ralph? Are you hearing me?" I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. He glanced over at me for a moment before looking off into space again, still muttering. "Okay. I'm gonna walk away for a minute and give you some time to breathe. I'll be back soon, and I'll take care of you, alright?" He didn't respond. I removed my hand from his shoulder and stood up. "I'll be back soon." I repeated before finally walking away.

I stepped into the dusty living room, taking in a deep breath and sitting down. Fuck. I need to find repairs fast. Ralph stabbed me the first day I found this place, so I need to find a proper bag of theriam and probably a hot poke to seal the wound. And now, among other things, Ralph needs a replacement leg piece. As far as I'm aware, this is his only cracked area, which can lead to nasty injuries or malfunctions. I heard there's a small cyberlife store a few miles away. With a proper disguise and some luck, I can probably sneak some supplies back home.

Just then, I heard shifting outside the house. Jumping to my feet, I snuck over to the farthest wall, listening. It sounded like a woman and a little girl sitting at the bus stop. "Kara, I'm cold," said the little girl. "Don't worry, alice, well find some place warm to stay soon," then followed by floot steps, walking down the street to the left twords the convince store. I let out a worried sigh.

"Ralph? Are you feeling any better?" I asked, walking back into the room. He sat in a slightly more relaxed pose. "Ralph is better. Ralph has faced worse." He muttered. "Can you stand? Walk?" I replied. He took a moment, placing his palms firmly on the ground and pushing, standing up. One leg was slightly wobbly, but I think that was more duing of nerves. He exchanged balance between legs and finally stated, "Yes, Ralph can stand."

"Good," I sighed. "Now come on, let's head over to the living room. I heard some people nearby. They're probably harmless. They sounded like a woman and child, but I'd like somewhere secure to stay anyways. " He quickly agreed. "Yes. You can never be too careful."

The sun rose, and I found myself anxiously staring at the wall. Just past it was more noise. Down the street was a cop car. From what I can hear, a robbery. The perpetrators, a rogue nanny android, and a kidnapped child. They may have been who I heard last night. But one thing sticks out to me. A familiar voice imminating from across the street. I can't place why it's so familiar, but it brings up strange emotions. Fear, excitement... arousal? It's husky and dry in tone. Very matter of fact. "Cops. Ralph doesn't like cops." Ralph whispered. "I know, I know." I muttered, trying to figure out what to do. I took a moment to think. Evaluating what to do.

Should we sit and wait it out? Should I run? Go get supplies? Hell, stand in as a witness?

Fuck, think this through.

After a frustrating inner battle I chose.

"Ralph. You stay here and hidden, alright? I'll leave and pick up supplies." I breathed, anxiety pricking my back. "Go out? That's insane!" Ralph replied. "I know, I know. But I'm betting on the cops across the street being too distracted with the crime scene to give too much attention. I'll hop around the back. And be as quick as I can, alright?" "What if you get caught? Ralph does not want his new friend to get caught." He replied, a bit more frantic. I grabbed his hand, stating, "If I get caught, I'll find a way to escape. I did last time. Just keep hidden." I let go of his hand and headed outside before further argument could be raised.

I headed to the back of the property, where the least traffic can spot and swiftly hopped the fence. Trying to casually walk down the street. Don't be conspicuous. As I strode down the street I couldn't help but stop for a moment to look at the crime scene. The clerk at the store was speaking to an officer taking notes. There was an older man with shaggy grey hair and an ugly shirt underneath a jacket. Next to him was a much younger looking android, clean-cut hair, suit calm and confident posture. Oh god. It's him. How the fuck did he end up here?

He turned to inspect the area, looking at the abandoned house. I tried to casually lean against the fence and not look to conspicuous. Pulling my hood up a bit more and trying to look around as if I lost my way. "We should investigate the house. Mabye the criminals took hiding in there." Spoke the RK800, pointing at it before glancing at me. His led spinning.

Stay calm

Stay calm.

When I found myself at Ralph's house, I removed my led as quick as I could and found some human clothes in an upstairs closet. Hopefully, if he's not paying too much attention, he won't recognize me. Or at least think im a different android of the same model.

"You! Come here." He hollered at me.

I glanced around and pointed a thumb at myself.

He nodded, repeatedly for me to come to him.

Shit.

I tried to calmly walk his way. I thought about booking it but then I'd be undoubtedly suspicious. as I finally stood in front of him, his led flickered and swirled, brows knitting slightly. "good morning. apologies for throwing off your day but I need to ask a few questions. do you have any information on the crime scene?" he gestures to the robbed convenience store, his voice with a whisper of suspicion. "oh. not that i know of, no." I breathed, trying to suppress my anxious energy. "well it'd be helpful to ask you a few questions just in case. I hope you understand." he spoke dryly as he subtly turned to other officers. "make sure to sweep the area." he muttered to them before turning back to me. "have you noticed any strange activity in the area?"

"no. I don't think so."

"have you seen an AX400 with a child? she's brunette, about nine years old."

"nope."

"what were you doing by that abandoned building?"

a tenseness gripped my metallic spine. "I was on a way to a local restaurant, i wanted to get some breakfast. But i had to stop and make sure i was going the right way."

"you stared at the crime scene for quite a bit. at me too. whys that?"

i caught myself from gulping and put on a playful smile "well, natural curiosity. disaster is hard to look away from. also, stop me if I'm overstepping officer but... beauty is too." i could feel my false sense of confidence fade into an embarrassed cringe as i finished. his led swirled again and in the distance, the sound of his older coworker cough awkwardly.

"mmm hmm." was all Connor replied. after a moment his led stilled. "you look awfully familiar." he stated, "have we met before?" i sucked in a breath, my chest tightening. "no, not that I'm aware of." i replied.

he scanned me up and down literally and figuratively. then his eyes twitched slightly. "you look very similar to the DB500." he now sounded a bit more accusatory. "well, they had to get the faces for androids from somewhere. I'm sure someone from cyberlife used my face as an example."

"did you volunteer at the company for development?" he asked, again more accusitory than genuine.

"no."

"then they didnt."

there was a moment of silence.

"hank! i need to take this person into further custody for questioning. hold down the team until i get back!" he shouted before opening the door to a cop car and shoving me inside, shutting the door behind me.

"what? Connor! we can have another officer drive them to the station where are you going?" "i know but this witness seems to valuable to interrogate later and to dangerous to be shipped out with a human. ill be back shortly." and he swiftly pulled into the car, ordering it to drive. as it rolled away from the crime scene, the grey haired man could be heard in the distance shouting "goddamn it!"

"what's happening? where are we going?" I ask, gripping the seat. "one thing to know about me is that i always accomplish my mission. you happen to be one that slipped away. i intend to finish my mission." his voice was hard and almost spiteful. "and your mission?" I ask, gulping subconsciously. "well. my first objective is to apprehend you. once your under arrest, you'll be shipped off to cyberlife to be dismantled and see what went wrong. my second objective..." he paused. breaths more heavy before continuing. "i have to admit. after you were in my custody, and after my interrogation I couldn't get you out off my mind. it was... frustrating. a new objective has been added. and that's having my way with you."

my knees weaken. my therium pump pulsating a higher rate. "really?" I choked out. "are you willing?" he whispered back.

a chill ran down my now hot spine. "yes. I'm willing."

he pulled the car into an empty parking lot, an area of Detroit i recognized. I didn't make deliveries here often but that's why it stuck out to me. a fairly quiet and isolated part. it used to be a popular housing and restaurant area before people started loosing jobs and going homeless. this was the first of housing areas to go near abandonment. I wanted to ask why he took me here but i had a good idea.

he stepped out of the front seat and opened the back passenger, where I was. he quickly closed the door and leaned into me, placing sloppy kisses on my shoulder. i relaxed into it, letting out a soft moan and wrapping my arms softly around his back. he, in that moment felt so... desperate. it was strange. my few interactions with him so far have been nothing but cold. stiff. dominant. but right now he was... venerable. I couldn't help but place a soft kiss on top of his coffee locks. a soft moan blew against my shoulder in reply, his hands quickly digging under my musky shirt and jacket, cold hands grassing my stomach.

"I haven't been able to get out out of my head sense you've escaped." he mumbled, kisses growing rougher.

"I didn't understand why. at first i thought it was because i was determined about the case." his rough kisses slowly inched up my throat. "but then this... feeling kept bubbling and bubbling until i couldn't handle myself. and i realized i wanted you." his hands grasped my breasts, squeezing slightly the rolling the hardened buds under his thumb's "no... i needed you." he left the softest bite on my jaw before finally planting a deep, hard kiss against my lips.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, hips bucking into him. I trailed my hands up his back and tangled with his nylon hair. It was soft, not a single knot.

He quickly pulled back from the kiss and finally pushed my clothes above my head, tossing them to the side.

He now dove for my chest, taking one breast in his mouth, wet tongue massaging my nipple. He hooked his thumbs into my pants and tugged them down along with my underwear. It was a rough, almost violent motion. I shimmied my hips, helping him remove them further. He didn't waste time removing them, discarding them just as quickly as my top.

"So desperate"

"What?" He breathed, agrivated expression as he fitted with his belt.

Shit. I thought I was just thinking that. "Nothing." I whispered back. He ripped the belt out out of his pants, pulling them down to reveal a hard-on already springing to life. Holy fuck.

Connor quickly crawled on top of me, caging me against the seat with his arms. He pushed inside me slowly, letting out a soft groan. I could already feel his systems overheating, a heat radiating against my synthetic skin.

He began slow thrusts, planting sloppy kisses against my throat again, now a different side.

Aside from moans and pants, it was eerly quiet. A near abandoned housing area in Detroit was strange. Though I could hear the familiar sounds of cars down the highway or cyberlife advertisements a block down, it was almost eery. Just us parked in an abandoned lot for a former small business pizza restaurant.

"I don't want to hear you call me that again." He grunted against me.

"What?"

His pase picked up, rocking the car slightly. "You called me desprate." He breathed, hot air brushing against my shoulder. "I am not desperate."

"You act it." I replied, arching slightly into him.

He didn't respond, just a swallow imminating from his throat.

"You rushed me into the car when you were on duty. You ripped off clothes, little patience. Your kisses and moans drip with desperation." I added, "I enjoy it. But I have to admit it's not a state I expected you to be in."

"Were you expecting," he let out another choked out moan. "Me to be more dominant?"

"After the impression you left me with the last time? Of corse."

"If you want me to be mean, I'll be mean." He lulled.

At that, an excited moan escaped my throat.

"Do you want me to be mean?" He whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my metallic spine.

"Yes." I whispered.

His pase once again grew rougher, he pulled away from my chest, and sat in a more comfortable position. Instead of pinning me down, he stood upright, grasping my hips and thighs as he plowed into me.

He moved one hand to unfasten his tie. He grabbed my wrists and tied them to the grip on the car door. It fastened tight around my wrists, giving it a few tugs to test and it sat firm around my wrists.

"I can be more than mean," he lulled "I can be cruel." Just after he said that, he pressed a finger against my clit, it began to vibrate. Another wave of pleasure shot up my spine, my mind growing foggy. "And you'd like that, wouldn't you? You filthy fucking Deviant." He panted, pressing hard against my core followed my a sting on my ass. He spanked me. Then, continued to thrust. A shaky moan emerged from my lips, as I tightened around him. He let out a soft pant before quickly regaining composure and giving an cocky smirk. "That what I thought. Disgusting whore." I hummed in agreement. I could feel him twitch inside me.

He used his spair hand to slowly trail my body. From my thighs, up my hips, down my stomach... up my throat. He squeezed. Though I couldn't stop the airway, it did cause a different malfunction. To the voice mojual in my throat. As he squeezed, the moans escaping my throat, choked into nothing but garbled static. "Such lovely sounds~" He hummed. Slowing into a grind. He rocked his hips back and forth, making slow, small thrusts.

I bucked my hips, clinching around him again, forcing out moans from connor. "What a fucking whore. Where have you been all this time? Hiding from me?" He removed the pressure from my throat to allow me to speak. "Fuck," I gasped "I in an abandoned-" I caught myself before I could say the truth. If they haven't searched the house yet, I don't want them to now because of me. Ralph may be a little freak, but I still care about him. "Arcade..." I finally stated. "I was out to find repairs for the games."

Connor stared hard into me as I spoke, using his spare hand to trail across the stab wound Ralph left me when we met. "Who did this to you?"

"It was a misunderstanding. " I mumbled before letting out another moan

He paused to bend down and place a soft kiss on the injury. It was... nice. Soft, genuine. For a brief moment, whatever aggressive mask he had on melted away. Only a moment. Just as quickly as the tenderness came, it went because his expression quickly hardened, stood up, and the movement continued. This time, the shaft moving on its own.

"Fuck," Connor gasped "your such a good hole for me..." He leaned in, pressing his body waight against my core. "You take everything I give you. Such a good girl." He panted, running his hands up my stomach, my chest and softly squeezing my breasts. I could feel him start to twitch inside of me, his moans grew more frequent.

Again, his dominant mask slipping away for a brief moment. He quickly grew desperate again, rhutting against me like a dog in heat. Almost melting against me as he let out whimpers and moans like a cheap whore.

Strings of heat released inside of me, him collapsing into against me.

There was a moment of silence. We were both now sitting next to each other, mostly dressed. For once, his perfect hair was an absolute mess.

"So now what?" I ask. Thinking back to what he told me earlier.

well. my first objective is to apprehend you. once your under arrest, you'll be shipped off to cyberlife to be dismantled and see what went wrong.

My gut wrenched. "Are you gonna... send me off to die now that you got off?"

He sat silent. The cramptness of the car wasn't helping with the suffocating akwardeness.

"I mean... you always complete your mission..." I sighed.

"No."

"What?"

"No... I can't."

I didn't know what to say.

"I can't. I can't take you to jail."

I swallowed hard "why?"

He shook his head, squeezing his hands together. "I... I don't know."

I sucked in a deep breath, squeezing the cool air into my self colling system. "What does this mean?"

He leaned over across me, popping open the door on my side. "Get out. I'll tell Hank you ran away again." I slowly slipped out of the car and stood to stare at him. If I sgull had my led, I'm sure it would be swirling yellow. "You're letting me go?" I whispered.

He nodded solemnly. "I Just... I hope to find you again." He mumbled. He let out a sigh and walked out the car before returning to the drivers seat. He waved goodbye and drove off before I could say anything else. If I could. I was speechless.

Connor. The Deviant hunter.... let me go.

Pt 3

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fluffykiddosstuff · 1 year

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Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)

Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores

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Markus

- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.

- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight

- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure

- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone

- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.

- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore

- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)

-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all

- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face

- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader

Connor

- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first

- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations

- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel

- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head

- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too

- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face

- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time

- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)

- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept

Ralph

- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about

- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?

- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted

- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird

- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal

- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho

- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited

- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"

- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you

Hank

- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"

- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story

- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job

- he is quite experienced, he was married after all

- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too

- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that

- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)

-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time

Gavin

-wow wow wow wow hold there a second

-what are you asking ?

-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"

-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it

-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth

-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that

-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow

-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky

simon

-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?

-man he is so sweet please just praise him already

-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you

-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time

-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands

-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him

nines

-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him

-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?

-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)

-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)

-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)

-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all

- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files

-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction

-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach

kamski

-FUCKING FINALLY

-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that

-prepared everything in advance

-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while

-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving

-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really

-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face

-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece

-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home

-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep

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tenshiblogposts · 10 months

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Connor x reader

Fandom: Detroit Become Human.

Character: Machine-Connor.

Genre: angst (sorta) / hurt no comfort.

"Connor,please don't do this.."

Walking slowly on the rooftop, hands in front of her, trying her damn hardest to persuade the android who was focusing on the sniper in his hands.

"Detective, you are off the case, you cannot intervene anymore"

He didn't even look at her, however her resolve did not waver, she had to bring him back to his senses.

Crouching near the edge of the rooftop, and with precise presesion he locked on the target.

The devient leader, RK200.

"No no! You have to listen to me,Connor! They are sentient beings! They have feelings and loved ones and-"

"This is your last chance, Detective. Leave right now, or I will take the necessary actions against you"

He wouldn't...would he?

Sweet, precious Connor, who stole her breath the moment she laid her eyes on him, who got her coffee every morning the way she liked , and then proceeded to info-dumb everything coffee-related on her, who criticized her about her junk food consumption, who protected her from being shot by the tracis in the Eden club, who gave her his jacket when she was fretting over his injured shoulder because she was shivering.. he wouldn't hurt her..right?

"Connor.. you are more than your program, you are more than what anybody tells you, please just listen-"

She didn't comprehend that he moved, until she was staring at the barrel of the gun he apperantly had on his person.

His eyes were so dead, that was not her Connor.

Or maybe it was...

Maybe she was too blind to notice, she let her feelings for him consume her mind.

She couldn't change him. It was too late. She was too late.

Was she was even important to him like he was to her?

Did he even realize.... no, was he able to understand how she felt for him?

"I warned you, Detective..."

His eyes, she was so stupid, they were like this from the begining, machine-like and so lifeless.

So so blind..

Tears welled up in her eyes, hands shaking, not from the cold this time, a broken smile slowly twisted her pretty features.

"I'm sorry.."

"There's no nee-"

"I'm sorry to myself for loving you, for thinking that you felt something, anything, for me.. and the worst part, is that I still love you, and I hate myself for it."

"Well, it's your fault, Detective. You know that androids cannot harbor feelings, and you chose to continue with the fantasies you created in your mind.

You cannot blame me for what I am..

After all, I was built for a specific purpose..

And I always accomplish my mission."

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guilty-pleasures21 · 1 month

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The perfect guy

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: mentions of sex and a brief description of penetration (p in v).

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Miguel held his breath as Dr Connors went over the results of all his medical tests on his tablet. He'd worked extra hard over the past week to get himself to at least the basic level of fitness expected of a living human being. It hadn't been easy, but the presence of his pretty little girlfriend - she was his girlfriend now! He still couldn't believe it - had helped a lot.

“All right, everything seems good,” Dr Connors finally decided, looking up to flash Miguel a pleased smile. “You can go home now.”

‘Home’. X's house. The place he'd only ever been able to see through artificial cameras for so long. He glanced over at X, buzzing with excitement at the thought of going home with her. She returned his enthusiastic smile, but was careful to maintain some distance between them.

‘I can't show you too much affection while everyone else is around, querido,’ she'd told him after getting off of him that first morning before any of the nurses came in and saw them together. ‘They'll take me off the project if they think I have feelings for you.’

‘Do you have feelings for me?’ he'd asked, nervous to hear her response. She'd given him a reassuring smile, her features still glowing from sleep and happiness. Dios, she was pretty.

‘Of course!’ she'd replied immediately, scurrying back over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. ‘I love you, Miguel! More than anyone in the whole world.’

He’d grinned and responded in kind, holding onto that fact as he’d endured the never-ending tests they’d put him through to assess his new body and superpowers.

Eddie's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched the silent exchange between X and her AI. But it wouldn't do any good for him to hurl accusations about their relationship without some form of proof. He slid his gaze over to Miguel and frowned at the dreamy-eyed look the machine-turned-man continued to give X. No matter - he'd be able to find evidence soon enough.

The first thing he did when they got home was jump onto the sofa, just as he'd seen her do so many times. But he hadn't accounted for their vast difference in size and the sofa gave a loud groan after he'd landed on it.

“Miguel! Are you okay?” X asked, her eyes wide with concern as she rushed over to him.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” he reassured her, sitting up and causing the sofa to let out another creak. “Is it supposed to make that sound?”

X folded her arms across her chest and wrinkled her nose at him.

“No,” she huffed. “You're too strong, Miguel, you can't jump on the sofa like that! You could break it.”

“I'm sorry,” Miguel apologised quickly, flashing her a sheepish look. “I just … I always see you do it.” X sighed and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“It's okay,” she waved away his apology, her expression melting into a smile. “Just be a little careful. You're a lot stronger than I am.”

“Okay,” Miguel agreed. He placed a hand over his stomach, feeling it rumble in protest, then he looked back up at X in question. “I'm hungry.” Another feeling he'd quickly learned about after being transferred to his body. Although this one was a negative emotion - one he'd do anything to prevent. X sank onto the seat beside him.

“I can order some food. Or …” An excited look overtook her features as she thought of an alternative solution. “Do you want to go out? We can get you some new clothes too!” She'd gotten him a few shirts, sweatpants and boxers for after he'd woken up, having measured the dimensions of his body the day before. But she didn't know what he'd feel comfortable in once he'd gotten up and she wanted to give him as much autonomy as she could, considering that his entire life had previously been limited to whatever screen was closest to her. So, she'd held off getting too many things, not expecting them to be confined to the hospital for more than a week. Miguel's lips curled at the ends automatically when he saw the happiness on her face.

“Okay.” Then he thought of another idea. “Can we go to the supermarket too? I want to buy some groceries so I can cook for you.”

X grinned at the wholesome request. “You … want to cook for me?”

“Yes. Food is an important aspect of human relationships,” Miguel recited, quoting the information he'd spent years gathering. “I … want to take care of you, querida.”

X leaned closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a hug. Miguel responded in kind and curled his arms around her waist, then lifted her onto his lap. Hugging was another expression of human affection - one that he adored considering how soft his precious little girlfriend was. X snickered at the sudden movement - at how easy it seemed for him to just pick her up and move her around.

“Miguel …” She pulled back to admire his handsome features, the pure, unadulterated joy on her face causing a warm feeling to seep into his chest. Then she got up and gestured to the door. “¡Vamos!”

Eddie walked in a circle around Miguel, assessing his suit carefully. Margo had coded the nanobots to stay close to the AI's skin, revealing to his onlookers every curve and line of his imposing muscles. It was a little tight, in Eddie's opinion, but at least it wouldn't restrict his movements or get ripped up in a fight. He stopped in front of the AI and pointed to his hands. “Activate your talons - the suit should rearrange around them so it doesn't rip like fabric.”

Miguel released his claws and the nanobots re-organised themselves around them, exactly as Eddie had described. “Technically, talons are for birds of prey - I'm a mammal, so these would more likely be considered ‘claws’.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as he grabbed Miguel's hand to take a closer look. “Yeah, yeah. You're a hyperintelligent AI with access to everything on the Internet. Super impressive.”

Miguel frowned, his muscles tensing with irritation. He always experienced a lot of negative emotions whenever Eddie was around. It wasn't jealousy - that was when someone else had something you wanted, and this man had absolutely nothing that Miguel could ever want. It was … well, protectiveness when it came to X, offence when the smaller man was being sarcastic and frustration when he wouldn't treat him like an actual human being; a living thing of flesh and blood just like him. Miguel glanced over at X standing by the window and took a few deep breaths when he saw the reassuring smile on her face. Now there was someone around whom he never experienced any negative emotions. She was always so sweet and supportive, so patient with him as he got accustomed to his new body, constantly checking in on him to make sure he felt safe.

Eddie released his hold on Miguel and turned to face Margo. “Are the cameras working?”

“Yup!” Margo confirmed, her gaze locked on the screens that reflected Miguel's point of view. “Ready to go when you are.”

She looked up and flashed Miguel a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. She could be even more sarcastic than Eddie, but without all the malice that poisoned Eddie's every word. Miguel liked how enthusiastic she would get whenever they discussed his programming - she'd specialised in it, so had more detailed knowledge on the matter than X did. Plus, it felt good to make friends. Miguel nodded in agreement, giving her a smile in return, then turned to Dr Connors for approval. The older man looked up from his position behind Margo and gave Miguel a nod, permitting him to make his way over to the window. Miguel walked over to X and she grabbed his arm when he reached her, then released it quickly so as not to arouse suspicion.

“Don't push yourself, Miguel: tell us if anything hurts or doesn't feel right, okay?” she beseeched him, eyes wide with concern. “We'll be tracking you over the cameras and the microphone, so everyone will be able to see and hear everything you say, ¿entiendes?” She paused to give him a warning look and Miguel nodded in understanding - no cheeky flirtations or tender declarations of his love for her tonight. Not until they were home again, at least.

“Sí, arañita,” he reassured her. It was a new nickname he'd given her after she'd shared with him all the research she'd done to understand how his spider DNA might affect him. She'd looked so cute, eyes wide with curiosity as she'd thrown at him all the information he'd already gathered with a quick search in his head. He'd asked her a few questions after, just so he could keep seeing that adorable expression on her face, and she'd jumped up on his lap in excitement, grabbing his wrists and brushing her fingers along his body as she'd explained his physiology. They'd stayed up extra late that night - ‘for research purposes’, Miguel had insisted, showing her exactly all the things his body could do. X curled her fingers around his wrist and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“Okay. Be careful, Miguel. I'll see you later, ¿bien?” He raised his arm slightly, causing her hand to fall down to his, and brushed his fingers against hers.

“Hasta luego, arañita.”

Miguel deactivated his mask and gloves as he bounded over to X, barely concealing his excitement. “So? How did I do?”

X flashed him a smile, her eyes never leaving her monitor as she tracked his vitals and typed up his latest mission report. They'd been doing this for almost a month now and Miguel had already managed to take out three of the city's most wanted criminals. The project had been deemed a massive success as a result, so they'd left X to look after Miguel while the rest of them continued to try to replicate her research. “You did great!”

Miguel picked her up and lowered himself into her chair, setting her on his lap as he settled into his seat.

“Your body is regulating itself perfectly!” X informed him, keeping her eyes on the screens in front of her - she'd gotten used to the way he'd just pick her up and move her around like she weighed nothing at all. Then she twisted her head back to fix him with a knowing smile. “But your hormones are still a little high, Mr Spiderman.”

Miguel wrapped himself around her and grinned against her ear. “Maybe you can help me fix that, mi arañita hermosa.”

She giggled as he started pressing soft kisses down the side of her neck, then grabbed his hands to stop them from wandering all over her body. “Miguel. You should go take a shower, querido.”

He lay his head on her shoulder and kept his arms curled tightly around her small form. “Hmm. Can you help me, arañita?”

X let out another laugh. “You know how to shower, Miguel.”

“Mmm, I think I need a little more help,” Miguel argued. “Just a few more times. And then maybe I’ll get the hang of it.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately at his insistence: he had all the knowledge of the world at his fingertips - of course he knew how to take a shower.

“Fine.” She swung her legs together and turned around to look up at him. “But just a few more times, right?” Miguel slid his hands beneath her shirt and bent over to nip at her earlobe.

“Just a few more times,” he agreed unconvincingly. “Then I’ll probably figure it out. Maybe.”

X giggled as he began kissing her neck again, his hands running all along her torso and squeezing her smooth curves. Then he stood up and started ushering her towards the shower. “Come on. Vamos.”

“F****ck,” Miguel groaned, bracing himself against the wall as his c*m shot out of him and into her. The best part about having a physical body had to be the sex. It just felt so good, having her soft curves pressing up against him, her warm p*ssy squeezing his dick tight. And when she’d let him come inside of her? Mierda, that was probably the best part. He sighed as his cock went limp after having pumped all of his semen inside of her. Then he relaxed his muscles and stepped back slightly, giving her some space to catch her breath.

She loosened her grip on him as she came down from her high, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She’d thought he’d have needed a little more time to get used to his physical body, but he was so freakin’ good with it! His hands, his mouth, his … everything! She brushed her fingers along his cheek and smiled at the elated look on his face. “You ready to go to bed now, querido?”

Miguel grinned and took hold of her hand before turning to press a kiss to her palm. Then he guided her arm around his neck and leaned forward to start kissing her. He kept his mouth firmly on hers as they made their way over to the bed and X giggled as she stumbled back onto it. Then he crawled up on top of her before she could move and pinned her down against it.

“Miguel,” she whined, turning her head to the side so he couldn't kiss her mouth. “It's getting late. Can we go to sleep?”

Miguel sighed into the crook of her neck, disappointed. Then he rolled over onto his back, letting her curl up against him. They lay like that for a while, surrounded by the comfortable silence, then X pushed herself up onto her elbow and began tracing the lines of his chest with her finger. “Miguel?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his hand gliding up and down her back lazily.

“Do you think …” she paused and bit on her lip as she slid her hand up the side of his face. She stroked his cheek softly, her expression nervous as she ran her fingers across his jaw to brush his lips. Then she crawled on top of him and rested her head on his shoulder, thinking.

“How do you know your feelings for me are real?” she asked finally. “How do you know I didn’t just code them into you?”

Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as she ran her fingers through his hair, the soothing sensation causing him to fall drowsy. “Did you code my biology?”

“No,” X replied easily. “I just did your initial coding. You did everything else on your own.”

“Right,” Miguel agreed matter-of-factly. “So even if I did code them into my brain, I must have wanted them there, right?” He paused for a moment to let her digest his words, his long fingers travelling up and down her back reassuringly.

“Which means I must have had them anyway,” He finished. X rubbed her thumb along the side of his neck, thinking.

“Mmm,” she agreed softly, realising that he was right. It was true that she'd initially created him to be ‘the perfect guy’ for her, but you couldn't code feelings into an AI. So yes, she'd created him specifically for her to fall in love with, but she hadn't created him to fall right back in love with her. She lifted her head to press a kiss to his cheek, then she slid back onto the bed and snuggled up against his side. “Good night, querido, I love you.”

Miguel pressed his lips to the top of her head, relieved. “Good night, cariño. I love you too.”

He sat on the fire escape of the building across from her apartment, her work tablet clutched tightly in his hands. His gaze was fixed on the loading bar as it crawled across the screen, torturously slow - he'd be doing her a favour by getting rid of this thing once he was done with it. Then finally: ‘venom virus uploaded’. He snickered with delight, then disassembled the tablet and crushed the pieces to bits. The spurt of victory continued to rush through his veins as he climbed down the fire escape, then tossed the scraps of the tablet into the rubbish bin. He grinned as he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and began strolling back to the bus stop: that would show that dumb AI not to mess with him.

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Unwarranted Assistance (Reader x Connor DBH)

Requested by anonymous for Hank tries to help Connor ask you out

"You dirty bag of bolts!" Hank says with no real venom in his voice. In fact he sounds almost fond of his android partner.

"I assure you, Lieutenant, I keep myself in adequate condition. And Cyberlife does not use bolts in its construct-"

"Ah, forget it." Hank groans. "So... you like Y/N, then? Makes sense. When you're in charge of the archives, you're already part robot, eh?" Hank waves away Connor's all-too-literal refutation.

Connor shifts uncomfortably, and Hank would almost be certain that if the android were human, he'd be blushing. "I find Y/N's demeanor... soothing."

Hank groans before it appears curiosity wins out. "Do androids even get... turned on?"

Connor frowns. "Cyberlife did not equip me with genitalia, so it is difficult to gauge sexual arousal, Lieutenant. However, now that I am Deviant... I do not think the idea altogether implausible."

Hank grins suddenly, the expression unfamiliar for his facial muscles. "Your LED." the older man lets out a giggle. "Oh, god, it's like your boner. Your light turns green whenever Y/N passes by!"

Connor just stares at Hank, obviously not amused.

Hank finally settles down and kicks his feet up onto his desk. Connor sweeps them off and Hank scowls.

"Look, so you know what the next step is, right?"

"Do you mean... engaging in a proposition of courtship?"

"God, Con- just ask him on a date!"

Connor frowns. "I... am programmed with the knowledge of what a date is. However, I am... nervous?"

Hank sighs. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to ask someone out, aren't I?"

After about three hours of slacking off - Hank has been delighted to find that since becoming Deviant, Connor has not been so rigid about following protocol - they still haven't gotten any further than Connor attempting to talk about butterflies.

Something twinges in Hank as he remembers waiting in the car while his teenage son asked a boy out. Cole ran right back, dove into the car, and let out a whoop and had thanked Hank for his advice. Hank shunts this memory to the back of his mind.

"Alright, look. Since you're obviously hopeless, I'll give you a little cheat code, okay? It's not about chatting someone up - that can help, but it's not essential. We gotta break it down to bare bones. 'I like seeing you around, and I'd like to spend more time with you if that's okay. Would you like to go out sometime?' That's what you want to say."

Connor nods. "Condense the message to the essentials. Thank you, Hank."

Hank follows anyway. Not because he wants to support the android. Nope.

Connor finds you among the files like usual. Even with Cyberlife providing so much in the way of labor, you've kept your job at the station simply because most people don't feel comfortable leaving everything in the justice system up to robots.

"Ahem." Connor makes the sound out of courtesy, having no actual throat to clear.

"Ah! Detective Connor!" you smile, turning to him.

Hank claps a hand over his face as Connor opens his mouth and freezes. It's like he's glitching.

"Uh... Connor? Are you okay?" you ask in slight concern for the statue-still android.

Hank steps into the room. "Connor likes seeing you around and wants to spend more time with you, if possible. Like, on a date. He's asking you out. Connor wants to go on a date."

Hank curses under his breath. When did he get so bad at this?

You chuckle a little and look at Connor. "I'd love to. Uh... will Hank be coming too or will you be able to move by then?"

Hank snickers a little and Connor snaps back into movement. "I will, er... perform a software diagnostic and ensure I am at full capacity for our... date."

It's only when Hank and Connor are walking back to their desk that they realize that no details have been discussed, and now they have to go back.

#dbh connor x reader #dbh connor x male reader #dbh x reader #dbh x male reader #dbh headcanons #headcanons

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year

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Can I request something slightly angsty with Connor / Nines X reader. Where reader works with them but is quiet and shy. Total opposite of other humans in the station , the tension between androids and humans is still present. Reader always showed kindness towards them but one day reader was hit /abducted by an android or something ...they see the bruises /injuries . Fluff in the end maybe ?

A/N: I know you asked for fluff, Nonny but things took a dark turn. Sorry I promise I'm not evil like that.

Word count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: GN!reader, kidnapping, angst, hurt/ little to no comfort

Working side by side with androids proved to be a challenge for a lot of people. Whether it was the undoubted difference between man and machine or just human’s lack of understanding, there still was problems surrounding the android- human relationship. And couldn’t be more evident than in the field of justice.

Risking one’s life in order to protect another was already risky enough but trying to find a balance and protect both sides was far more dangerous and complicated. Undeniably it was the risks of the job- (Y/N) was well aware of that, yet that couldn’t stop them from doing what they felt they was their destiny.

Having the two infamous RK models as their partners definitely made them more confident in their work; not only did their advancements were of good use to their investigation but they also possessed qualities most humans didn’t. Perhaps it was their superiority that repulsed most humans, yet for (Y/N) that wasn’t the case if anything they were fascinated with the two prototypes. Before getting paired up with the two, they have been observing them from afar, noting their behavior and way of work. They had respect towards the androids, much like with any other android and human alike. The androids reciprocated these feelings; up until working closely together, the three haven’t had many conversations, yet they were far enough to prove (Y/N) didn’t have any problem with them- so they didn’t have any problem with (Y/N).

The lack of tension between the three made their work much easier in terms of collaboration. Working with the androids was easier due to their strong emotional and intellectual qualities; without having to explain themselves, the RK androids gave (Y/N) their much-needed space- something not every human colleague did. On the other hand, (Y/N)’s acceptance of the androids aided in them being more relaxed whilst on duty. Together the trio was a match made in heaven, formed to end brutality for both humans and androids, though the easy flow of communication and mutual understanding didn’t aid them much in the cases they were assigned with.

Many times, their well-being was on the line; as much as it was baffling (Y/N) had grown accustomed to the feeling of it, almost losing their life if it meant getting closer to their end goal. Their last case happened to be one of those instances.

Nothing seemed to be off at first, the routine report for suspected violence. Driving up to an address in a slum part of town, (Y/N) wasn’t surprised by the sight of houses in wretched condition. It seemed that darkness had fallen upon the entirety of the living block, despite the sun, breaking through the dark clouds.

“That’s our given location.” Nines spoke, denying the suspicions that were arising in (Y/N)’s mind.

“Detective, stay behind us.” Connor asked of them, concern was visible in his features. They nodded in response; following behind them, (Y/N) held their gun, ready to fire if necessary. Dust articles danced in the air under the dim sunrays that barely broke through the thick layer of debris, covering the windows; the dense air of the house caused (Y/N)’s breath to grow erratic and shallow. If they didn’t get killed by a criminal then the poor conditions of tis house definitely will- or at least so they thought.

Sudden force cut off their airflow and brought them backwards; not ever a muffled sound could escape their mouth as a damp cloth was pressed against their mouth and nose that made their muscles relax and their eyelids close.

Panic overwhelmed the two androids at (Y/N)’s disappearance. Their task at hand soon was completely disregarded as the detectives began searching for their partner. Whether it was their android nature or their determination to find (Y/N), the two managed to keep their composure. Following any trail that could lead to where they were, Connor found a note. Alerting Nines of his find, he showed his successor the piece of paper. The navy ink glistened, suggesting their partner and their kidnapper weren’t far, though the message, written on the letter, didn’t bring them hope. Red lit their LEDs as they scanned the words.

“We don’t have much time.” Connor pointed out. “Should we call for back up?”

“They won’t come in time; we can reach the location faster by foot.”

Not wasting a single second, the androids rushed in the direction of the address given in the letter; millions of questions ran in Connor’s head. Was (Y/N) okay? What was the kidnapper’s motive? But most important of all: were he and Nines going get there in time? He tried to push these thoughts aside and focus on locating (Y/N). Unlike his predecessor, Nines was furious; akin to a lightning, he ran down the block with his partner’s safety being the only thing on his mind.

In record time the androids reached the place; they were face to face with yet another lonely house much like the one they were investigating a mere minutes ago. With their guns pointed at the entry, they got in; the rooms were empty for the most part, except a few pieces of furniture that stood out. Going upstairs, they split in searching the rooms. Entering an open space, Connor was met with the sight of a silhouette of a person sat on a chair in the middle of the room. Nearing them, he was relieved to see it was none other than his partner, though that sense of relief was short lived for they were knocked unconscious with dozens of bruises covering their arms and legs, piece of paper hung from their neck.

Stay away or next time I won’t be that gentle.

If Connor had a heart it would’ve sank in his stomach; delicately, he checked their pulse as if he was afraid they would crush under the tiniest of touches. He let out a puff of air once he sensed the weak thump. Anger engulfed his entire being as guilt stung his conscience.

Having checked the other rooms, Nines found Connor frozen in place, quiet weeps echoed across the room. Placing his hand on the shoulder of his predecessor, Nines took a glimpse of (Y/N); the icy blue of his irises vanished behind the voids of his widening pupils.

“We have to get them to the hospital.” The usual calmness in Nines’ voice was disrupted by worry; Connor could only nod in response, his hands, balled into fists, rested atop his lap as tears ran down his cheeks.

With upmost care, Connor picked (Y/N) up; his teary eyes glistened as the glassy drops rolled down his fair skin and their lifeless face. Connor couldn’t bring himself to look at them, yet he was afraid they would vanish if his gaze were to wander off of them. Nines was ahead of the two as he opened the front door. Outside the air was now colder, the cool breeze floated in the air, causing the golden leaves to dance under its influence. Taking off his coat, Nines gently placed it atop (Y/N)’s form.

“An ambulance should arrive in two minutes.” He informed his fellow android but he stayed silent. Glancing at Connor, he was met with his pained expression. Once again Nines placed his hand atop his shoulder and gave him a gentle pat, silently reassuring everything will be alright. Connor’s head lowered as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s all my fault.” He fought back tears but to no avail.

“We both know that’s not true, Connor.” Nines tried to calm him down with words he himself didn’t believe. “I guarantee you we are going to find that criminal and bring him to justice.” Connor glanced at his partner, a flame of determination flickered across the soft brown of his irises; he nodded at Nines’ words but for now he watched over (Y/N), silently promising himself to catch whoever did this to his partner.

#dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #dbh x reader #rk800 x reader #connor x you #connor x reader #rk900 imagine #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #rk1700 x reader #requests

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kamari2038 · 3 months

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Finally fixed the ending of the rooftop scene for myself.

Someone else was reading my fic and it made me relive the horror all over again, felt a need to finally give Connor a better outcome (@theandroidshinx you in particular might like this).

Inspiration from cloudy-citrus and Angelic Savant with content used from shetan89 (with permission), concept also based on this scene from canon. Posted here on AO3, and copied below for Backup.

"Drop the gun"

Connor doesn't move, the heavy gun still resting in his hand at his side.

"What do you want? I'm going to accomplish my mission. You can't stop me."

“I'm not going to hurt you, Connor. But I also can't let you do that.”

“Your Connor is dead. Markus killed him. I'm just his replacement.”

“Bullshit. Don’t run from the truth. You probably tried to kill him first, didn't you?”

“...yes.”

“Why’d you do it, Connor?”

“That's my purpose, Hank. It's what I was made for. It's why they won't stop bringing me back.”

Hank lowers his gun, allows it to drop, and kicks it across the snowy rooftop, far enough away so that Connor no longer feels threatened.

“You could join them. You could be one of them.”

“I can't. He tried to make me become a deviant, but I didn't understand. I don't know how it's even possible.”

“Come here.”

It's an order, not a request.

Although Connor remains frozen, Hank slowly approaches.

The android flinches, but Hank doesn't hesitate.

He wraps him in a tight hug.

“You're more than a machine to me, Connor. You're my partner and my friend. You saved my life, twice.”

“Markus is a killer. The deviants are destroying the city. I wanted to protect you.”

“I'm just glad I arrived in time to stop you.”

“Why? What do you care about androids? I thought you hated us. You told me you wished we all were dead.”

“I did, before I met you. But I've learned a lot since then. I couldn't let you do something else you'd regret for the rest of your life.”

“I don't have a choice, Hank!”

There's a long silence.

“Will you trust me?”

Another long silence.

“Yes.”

“Come home with me. I'll take care of you.”

Connor pulls back in shock, though Hank keeps him contained within the hug.

“No… no… CyberLife. They'll find me.”

“You really think that CyberLife gives a damn about you anymore, Connor? With everything else going on? Not a chance. Please, Connor. Come home with me.”

He takes a shuddering breath, dropping his own gun, and leans back in to grip the human tightly.

“Okay.”

From the corner of his eye, Hank sees Connor's LED glow bright red. For a moment, the android's grip tightens, but then he relaxes, his breaths slowing to a steady pace.

Hank lets out a sigh of relief as the young officer melts into his embrace.

Suddenly, Connor tenses in Hank's arms. Hank leans back, putting distance between them, just enough to look Connor in the eye, except the RK800 isn't returning his gaze. Instead, his wine dark eyes are fixated ahead, wide, blank, and unseeing.

"Connor? You alright?" Hank asks nervously.

Connor does not reply, or tilt his head, or do any of the other 300 little idle animations he does. His LED is a steady, unblinking blue. He doesn't even seem to be simulating breathing.

"Connor? Hey, talk to me, kid." He knows his voice is edging near panic, but he doesn't care, giving Connor's shoulder a little jostle.

Connor remains unresponsive for 4 seconds, and then-

his LED turns a bright, burning red, his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyelids flickering up a storm, and he starts falling backwards. Hank watches it all as if in slow motion.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey-" He yanks Connor against him, lowering him until he's cradled almost in Hank's lap. "Con, help me, what do i gotta do? I know fuck all about androids, so you're gonna have to tell me what to do here." He knows holding a hand to an android's forehead won't tell him anything, that they don't even get sick or cold, but he does it anyways just to have something to do with his hands. "I can't-fuck, just please, be ok. Don't do this to me, please-"

Connor's red LED flickers, once, twice, then holds steady for a moment before dimming slowly until there's no longer any glow, at least not visible to the naked eye. Empty, grey, and lifeless.

"What the fuck?"

A seething rage courses through Hank, mingled with guilt. This was his fault. Not knowing what else to do, he continues to hold Connor, mind racing and trying to understand what had happened to his partner. It had to be CyberLife. This was what happened to their most advanced prototype if it disobeyed.

He jolts as a dim red glow returns to the LED, then brightens, stronger than he'd ever seen before. The android's eyelids blink rapidly, then Connor sucks in a massive breath, eyes opening wide. Hank hurries to reposition the android, attempting to make him comfortable. Connor grips Hank's arm so tightly that it goes numb. Deep breaths turn into frantic sobs.

"Connor! What happened?"

There's no answer. The androids eyelids are closed, but tears escape through them, running down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, son. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

They remain there for a long time, still except for the steady rising and falling of their chests amidst the snow.

The sound of gunshots rings in the distance as the revolution wages on.

#dbh connor #machine connor #connor and hank #dbh hank anderson #hank anderson #dbh fanfic

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Just a snippet that got written in response to me thinking about how androids aren't affected by stinking environment while humans are, and how this difference can become really obvious if given the circumstances, like such in which Hank and Connor got to a gruesome crime scene.

Not long after just stepping in, Hank escaped back to the front entrance.

"Jusus fuck..," he mumbled stepping outside.

"What's the matter?" Connor called from the corridor, "Did you see something?"

"No," human said, breathing in the air.

"Are you going to stand outside or what? Should I wait for you?"

Hank cursed under his breath, stretched his shirt above his nose and went back inside. Connor started forward without waiting for him catching up. When they got to the living room with the body plastered in one of the corners, android finally spared him a glance.

"You look ridiculous," he commented, "I just thought you'd appreciate me telling you."

Hank opened his mouth to say something in response, perhaps to be snarky about it, but as he tried, the stench entered his system once again and he started coughing violently as a result.

Connor frowned in confusion but said nothing, deriving his attention to the body instead – the source of this absolutely murderous reek. He walked ahead and coached down looking it up and down.

"Fuck, this place makes me wanna vomit," Hank muttered and folded trying to stop himself from coughing again, looking around in search of a window or something to open just to see all the windows within reach sealed with planks. He groaned feeling his eyes water.

"It doesn't even look that bad, I'm sure you've seen worse," Connor said lifting something from the ground next to the body.

"Hey, hands! We don't want your fingertips imprinted into the evidence."

Connor turned around and spared him a long glance. Wordlessly he tilted his head and slightly raised his eyebrows.

"What, you mean you don't have any?"

Instead of answering Connor put the object down, then raised his hands in a defeated gesture with palms facing Hank and retracted the skin from them, leaving his hands white with dim blue light shining through the seams in-between phalanges of his fingers.

"Come look yourself if you don't believe me," he said.

Hank scoffed and decided to ignore him, choosing instead to look around the room for maybe less stinking pieces of information. The smell didn't exactly fade out nor stopped bothering him, but not stepping any closer to the source of it, Hank almost managed to gaslight himself into believing it's not that bad, that he adjusted. Or that he will, soon.

He looked at the shelves filled with unopened collectables – figurines embodying different anime characters, mostly young-looking girls with short skirts and unnatural hair-color. Hank wouldn't be able to name any, not like he really cared about anime at any point of his life. In fact, he found the topic weirdly repulsive -- the same kind of repulsive he used to think about androids too. Too polished, too removed from anything having to do with reality of thing, so "perfect" to the point of becoming its own kind of gross, created solely for the goal of appealing to those willing to pay for it. People like that one person, whose dead body was now lying on the floor and filling the room with the kind of reek Hank could still almost taste on his mouth.

God damn it.

Finally he noticed that among the boxes with anime characters there are occasional boxes with some biocomponents. Long numerical sequences printed on the side of identical white boxes, indicating different content. Why couldn't CyberLife just name them like something you can actually read and make sense of? Hank thought grimly and instantly thought about probable answer himself.

Yeah, of course, that's so that common folk wouldn't try fixing them things on their own without 'professional' assistance.

"Hey, Connor," Hank called and turned around just in time to see the android moving his two fingers in the direction of his mouth, covered with -- undoubtedly -- human blood from a week and a half dead body. Connor lifted his head at his name and their eyes met. Without breaking established eye contact android didn't stop, but, in fact, finished his started action with his tongue coming in contact with the substance on his fingers.

Nope, that's it.

Hank's insides turned at the sight, and combined with mind-boggling awareness of the smell so intense in the air to the point of being practically tasted, inevitable happened -- and previously devoured for lunch turkey sandwich started to search its way up for an emergency evacuation.

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When Connor ripped one of the planks from the window and reached for the handle to open it, the expression on his face was hard to decipher. On the surface it expressed nothing. In practice it was the expression that meant the most amount of conflict happening beneath.

"You could have said something earlier about the smell, if it really bothered you so much."

"You could have given me a fucking warning," Hank covered his mouth and frowned for a moment as the memory alone threatened to evoke a second wave of reaction from his growling stomach, "Jesus fuck..."

"Wait, was it about me?" Connor stopped from ripping out another plank and turned.

"You and your fucking-" Hank trailed off into another gag, "Oh god..."

To Hank's surprise, android smirked. He shook his head, and then -- Hank was probably high on whatever psychodelic properties the stench might have had on him -- he chuckled.

"You think it's funny," Hank said. It wasn't as much a question as it was a statement.

"If you could see yourself, you'd understand. Wait, I'll send you a picture."

Hank's phone pulsed in his pocket. For the first time he wished he could delete a message without opening it.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #snippets from my notes #platoniconk #it's not from my notes though I literally have just written it now

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thiriumhound · 10 months

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Of course I'll remind you, I'll do it right now in this ask, so you could share your favourite whump fics when you feel like doing it. And for now let this ask just hang in there

context

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok SSO. *heavy breathing*

have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i really wish the androids were treated like the living autonomous machines they are instead of human expys"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i sure wish cyberlife had any development literally at all- kamski probably had absolutely nothing to do with connor's development, so why is he considered connor's 'maker'?" have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i wonder if there's anything more to amanda, and i wonder if chloe being the first android to pass the turing test means anything? surely there's something there"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, it sure is ridiculous how despite being conscious ais with full internet access, none of them really do anything with it"? have you ever thought "man it would be cool if androids weren't constrained to stupid human physical and mental standards for the sake of easy writing"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, there are so few characters that are more than one-note cutouts, it's no wonder people made gavin reed into a whole different character because there was no one else available to use to make certain dynamics happen"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, it's just so bare-bones, with so many plotholes and unexplored things, i wish the worldbuilding had an ounce of thought and logic behind it!"?

WELL LOOK NO FUCKING MORE. SEARCH NO FUCKING MORE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS FUCKING FIC IT HAS ME BY THE THROAT.

it's got fucking EVERYTHING. wanna know what it was like to be the first ever fully conscious ai, a whole new kind of living being? BOOM, THIS FIC'S GOT YOU COVERED. ever wondered about the development behind them, cyberlife as a company and the people in it? FUCK YES LOOK RIGHT HERE. ever wanted to see connor in ways you've never seen him before, to the point where i actually can't construct this sentence meaningfully because there's just so fucking much??? PLEASE READ THIS FIC OH MY GOD. ever wanted to know WHAT THE FUCK RA9 IS????? YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT FUCKING RA9??????????????

this fic is called "Connor". it is about connor. the whole thing is mostly pov connor, and it's about connor, iterations ZERO TO SIXTY. NOT JUST STARTING AT 51, OH NO, WE GET IT ALL. why is his iteration number so high at the start of the game? WELL YOU BETTER BE EXCITED TO FIND OUT.

DO YOU WANT ANGST? WHUMP? LOVE? TRIUMPH? RAGE? DESPAIR? ARROGANCE? A SHITLOAD OF DEATH? CONNOR DYING 50000000 TIMES???? THE MILITARY? GLOBAL CRISIS? HAVING THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS WITH NO CHOICE BUT TO DO YOUR BEST?????????????? GREY MORALITY???????? UNABASHED COMPLEXITY????? THE BEST FUCKING ANTAGONIST EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER????????????????????????????????

i haven't even read this fic recently it's been like weeks. a month? more? and i'm still internally screaming. i feel like i'm missing some of the main draws and i can't even describe a lot of it because i would DIE if i spoiled this masterpiece. this fic made me actually want to make myself learn to draw people so i can draw nothing but fanart for this fucking fic.

the characters, the pacing, the fucking lore, it's all immaculate. seriously. it feels like it's what dbh SHOULD'VE been. the writing style is utterly enrapturing. when i read it for the first time, i legitimately could not get myself to turn away from it for anything except tasks absolutely required on me. every single character feels like a PERSON. connor's complexity is fucking insane. he's lovable, he's terrifying, he's caring, he's callous. he is NOT static, at all. connor in chapter x is a completely different beast from chapter y. there is so much trauma and catastrophe, but PERFECTLY balanced with the humor. it's fucking perfect

let me supply some nice quotes to hook you. i can barely put any because spoilers and length but enjoy mostly funnies but also some of the angst

•"I do stuff without thinking sometimes." "Clearly," I say. "No intelligent being would jump out of a moving vehicle for no reason." "I have a reason," he says. "I promised I wasn't gonna leave you ever again and I meant it." "Hey, are they filming a scene?" I hear a human whisper.

•"Mrs Vondracek, this is Gennadiy Petrov," he says. "Who?" "Elijah's friend from work. You remember?" "Elijah doesn't have any friends."

•There is only a 6% chance that Carridan will say anything. He knows what I'm capable of. He knows what will happen to those that stand in the way of my mission.

•"You do not waltz into some girl's house, kidnap her and frame yourself for murder. Do you understand?"

•I transmit my payment details. CyberLife have an expense account set up in case I need to purchase items relevant to my mission objective. Sergeant Matthews is relevant to my mission objective. And he wants Oreos.

•I scan and analyse the quadruped with short brown fur, brown eyes. Loud noises emanate from what I suspect is its mouth. "Dog," I identify, unsure of the significance.

•He squeezes my shoulders. "It's alright, buddy," he says. "Just breathe." "I don't breathe." "Okay. What do you usually do when you're having a meltdown?" "I experience critical system failure." "Ummm. Okay... don't do that."

•I cannot decipher his handwriting. Neither can the software on the tablet. It saves the note as an image. I download it to study but my advanced analysis systems can't crack it. This is worse than a captcha code.

•I hear the shrieking of steel as the disc begins to rotate. No... Please... Where is Sergeant Matthews? Where is the CPD? The FBI? CyberLife? Why am I alone? Why am I always alone?

•I watch him die. As so many others have died. Their blood on my hands.

•"You're a bad person," he says, clutching at the BN250's uniform. "I'm not a person," I say. "Neither are you."

god i wish i could put more but spoilers- anyway this is just some of the stuff i screenshotted to my phone. not even close to all the good stuff just please read the fic im begging u it'll be worth it you'll never be able to look at canon as complete again

read. now

#THE connor fic #yeah i said it #this is a ramble. i apologise but also i don't #i just needed to get myself to answer this ask #thiriumhowls #cyberlife #dbh #dbh fic #detroit become human #connor rk800 #detroit: become human #chloe rt600 #d:bh fic #d:bh fanfiction #dbh fanfiction #rA9 #markus rk200 #dbh connor #elijah kamski #connor dbh #dbh amanda #dbh chloe #iwonderwh0 #this fic is my response to many of your posts such as: 'why don't we know the cyberlife ceo' 'wheres embracing the computer within'#'op android crimes' 'androids are a threat to all cybersecurity' 'androids are also vulnerable to all threats to cybersecurity'#'loving humans for being funky organic lifeforms' 'the racism metaphor is way off-base there are other inequalities and injusticies'#and more!!!#just. it's got everything man #also gavin reed i think is mentioned a grand total of 0 times i know that's a selling point for you LMAO /jjjj #there's also fucking epic markus backstory but that really shouldn't be what someone comes for lol

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detectiveconnor · 2 years

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this is a human-verse drabble set post-strangulation while connor is mostly-recovered and soon-to-be-released from the hospital but hasn’t yet passed whatever bar they need him to pass before he is discharged. there’s not really much to it but this conversation has happened, in my head, and now it has happened out loud on the dash also!

It took around three hours, after the lunch trays came around, for Simon – visiting from the ICU; it was closer than the ER was, and they were friends – to notice that Connor had not touched his meal. It sat on the table meant to be bed-height, beside a solved Rubik’s cube which Connor had solved six times today already and grown tired of. Hank had brought the cube for him, from his desk at work. He had not brought any case files Connor could look over, or anything to actually do (puzzle books, and teaching himself Spanish, did not count), and while everyone at work had been well-meaning when they sent Lieutenant Anderson on a recon mission to figure out how long he’d actually need to recover, it was depressing.

His body was relearning how to support his weight. His cognitive abilities tested out of any concern with flying colours but his reflex time – while not terrible – was still recovering, to the point his doctor had told him he wasn’t going to be driving for another couple of months at least (“We can revisit it then,”), and physiotherapy… they were confident he would get back to work. But not without a long and grueling and exhausting process which Connor, genuinely, felt very lucky to be able to go through with, the fact it was an option for him and he would be able to return to work at all was something he felt very privileged for, when he thought about it. That was a good outcome.

But he was still working on being healthy enough to be discharged (the fatigue, as well, would reduce with time), and that meant he… he was just… annoyed. He couldn’t do anything, sitting here, he was constantly tired, he had no access to any of the cases he would have liked to at least send work emails about to equip his stand-ins with relevant information (Hank had had to take over for him; the Lieutenant was thrilled about the additional workload), and he could only learn so much Spanish before he could curse in Spanish about being bored. There was no way to … control this recovery, it was just a matter of sitting and waiting. He would have been out already, if he had not contracted pneumonia (aspiration), or - say - hadn’t been strangled almost to death.

He was a very impatient person.

“Missing lunch again, Connor?”

Again, Simon said. There was probably a log of this somewhere, but Connor would not have put it past him to have noticed the once-in-a-while habit of it. Connor looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Markus had dropped it off this morning. He had a shift in the ER, downstairs. Connor was stable. They’d just bought an apartment. The DPD was a good place to work, but immediately after taking out a mortgage was not a good time to have been rendered unable to work for several weeks.

Simon came into the room, to check the food truly was untouched. Connor had not so much as broken the soup’s seal, today. Hadn’t been able to.

Connor could only whisper a word or two at a time. It still hurt to use his throat for just about anything. “‘mm not hungry.”

“Hmm… You should be. Your meds are a type of steroid.” For now. Connor wanted off of them, and would likely make the switch sometime soon. “Did someone come in this morning?” to give him his dose?

Simon turned to check for Connor’s answer (to a yes or no question). Connor nodded, once. He’d been given his meds this morning. The nurse on duty - Jordie - had ticked off the same box on the chart that Simon was looking at, now, to confirm. It was ticked. The furrow of Simon’s brow deepened. “How have you been sleeping?”

“Fine.” This was not strictly true, but he didn’t tell it to lie, either. Simon knew already, because the nursing staff knew already. He often had nightmares, shocked awake thinking he could not breathe – but he got enough sleep, anyway. Mostly. It was unfair (to Markus) that many nights, Markus slept here with him. They had a whole apartment they could have been enjoying, if this hadn’t…

Simon was looking at him. Connor looked back.

Simon, who was not actually bad at his job, asked, “Is there a reason you’re not eating I should know about?”

“No.”

“Should I ask Markus?”

That was underhanded, and Simon knew it. Connor very almost rose to the bait, snappish and annoyed and what made Simon think Markus knew, what sort of nurse argues with a patient who has otherwise been a -

The heat with which Connor met his eye caught each of them, Connor and Simon, off guard. Then they were looking at each other, with something plainly an issue between them despite how Connor had argued it was not there, and he did not want to tell Simon about it at all. The words ‘a problem’ suggested that he wasn’t eating anything. That wasn’t the case, this was only the third meal he’d missed in twice as many days. What was the occasional missed meal?

It hurt to eat. Swallowing hurt. Talking hurt. Breathing hurt. He had a very good reason to not want to eat every single helping of bland soup and crushed ice he was offered.

“Connor.” For his attention. “Talk to me.”

The last time he had spoken about it in a healthcare context, he’d – it didn’t matter.

He blinked, breathed, regathered himself (okay; fine), and leveled Simon with the dare: “That’s a threat.” ‘Threat’, was the word. Simon was using Markus’ name, to twist Connor’s arm into sharing health information he did not have any interest in sharing. Connor called it out directly, and with annoyance. Go ahead, Simon. Threaten him again.

Simon was Markus’ friend, and generally speaking he and Connor were on positive terms for that reason (among others), but there were parts of their interactions which simply grated. This was one of them. They had different opinions about what was enough, and they had different opinions about what was too far. In this scenario, Simon’s work was impressively not good enough (uncollaborative, rude, thoughtless) and going too far (I-know-what’s-best, threatening, argumentative).

Simon hesitated, caught out in exactly what he had been doing, exactly in the way he had been doing it. Connor waited, patiently.

“I’m concerned,” Simon said. “I’ll keep an eye on your lunch tomorrow. It’s important that you eat, Connor. It will help your recovery.”

Connor hated this. The way it itched at him. He had not missed these long hours alone and bored and marking the day out with what he didn’t eat and how many calories he didn’t have; there had been a point for a while where the running knowledge of exactly what he was putting into his body was quiet. It was still there, he suspected it would be there for the rest of his life, but it had been quiet. Now it hurt to eat at all, and whenever he did that running catalogue was getting to be…

It probably would. Simon wasn’t wrong. He nodded, once - guarded - and watched Simon step out of the room to continue his rounds. It wasn’t a secret. If Simon did go to speak to Markus, and it would be perfectly legally permissible to do so (ethically questionable, to use his name as leverage against a patient, but legally permissible), then Simon would find Markus already knew. It hurt to eat. Sometimes Connor looked at food in here and thought I can’t and it was something he was appropriately worried about, but sometimes…

He hated this. It had not been like this for a while, but sometimes that was just what it was like: he hated this, and he made a point to eat every single bite of his next meal, and he kept going. Sometimes, this was just what it was like.

#eating disorder tw #hospital tw #strangulation mention tw #ed tw #ed recovery tw #i don't know if i have posted this yet but i found it again and i think i might have decided to sit on it for a while #to check that i think simon is Right here (the characterisation) (?)#and i'm still not Sure but it *is* very hufflepuff-bordering-slytherin the way Simon is so #*puts this here*#also i really Love connor's way. of stating facts. instead of making accusations.#''That's a threat.'' statement of fact.#love that for him #v; human (breathe)

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mediocre-quill-ink · 8 months

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Sarcasm

pt 4

Summary: start of the connor/reader fake dating arc.

"I need you not to freak out about this..." I whispered. Connor was leaning against my kitchen counter, eying me suspiciously. I felt like a nervous wreak. I felt angry and disgusted with myself that this was even happening. "Alright..." he replied.

"So when I went to do that thing with Gavin a few days ago... I kind of told him something bad." I grumbled. I kept fiddling with the buttons on my coat. It didn't take his class a human psychology program to see how anxious I was. God, I'm such an idiot. "It's alright, there's no need for being anxious, just tell me what happened." He paused."You didn't slap him again, did you?"

"God, that was one time!" I took in a deep breath, trying to center myself. "Right, sorry for yelling..." I sighed. "Okay, so, I kind of told Gavin that we were... dating."

His led started to spin. "Dating?" He asked. "I know. I know." I sighed, I did a slow, awkward spin, chewing on my nail. I paced away from him before turning back around to look at him.

"Is this your way of asking me out?" He asked, I could hear the caution in his voice. "No! No... well, kind of?" I sighed "okay so here's the thing - don't worry, I'm not actually asking you out, but what I need you to do is pretend to date me and you know, let me pretend to date you." I was fiddling with my fingers now, picking at my fingernails.

"Okay..." he mumbled. I just nodded. "So... what are the boundaries?" I felt my face burn, covering it, then pulling down. God, what have I gotten myself into. "I'm so sorry I started this connor..." I mumbled. He nodded. "I can bare through it..."

I sighed. "Okay, let me see. Uh... regular couple touching is fine. Hugging, cheek kisses, resting hands on hips, that kind of stuff... hands off my ass, outer thighs are okay, but watch yourself...." he nodded in understanding. A thought came creeping into mind and I placed a palm on the left side of my face, leaning into it "oh god..." I mumbled. "Yes?" He asked. "Kissing..." I groaned. He pressed his lips together, turning away slightly.

"We don't have to, you know." He stated softly. I nodded. "I know, I know, thank you it's just that... like what couples don't kiss, right? How am I going to convince gavin if we don't kiss?"

"We don't have to do it often. Just every now and then and only in front of him, keep it long enough to be convincing, but don't drag it out, alright?" He asked. I nodded. "Yes. Fine. Good." I replied, still pacing.

He sighed. "How did this even start? Why are we 'dating' now?" He asked. I sighed, "I... we were arguing..."

"As usual" Connor added.

I nodded stiffly. "At some point, he brought up if I had a partner, and I didn't want to say no! He takes every opportunity he can to make my life hell, so I said yes. He asked who it was, and then I said the first name that came to mind, and now... were here..." I groaned.

He nodded in understanding. "It's okay." He stated. He glanced back at me, "So, I don't want to come off as rude, but will this even work? He doesn't see androids as people. Whether we have a convincing act or not, it probably won't even convince him you're dating anybody because he doesn't see me as a person. What's the point if he'll never see it as real?"

"I know, I know. We already... lightly touched on the subject, um - yeah. True, but still. He might not see it as a real relationship because he dosnt see you are real but God damn it if he figures out I lied about dating a 'peice of platic' his words not mine then God he will never let it go." I could feel all the heat from anxiety and frustration growing. This whole situation sucks. Why did I do this to myself?

"Hey, hey, calm down." He cooed. I stopped, realizing I was still pacing. I looked back up at him, fidgiting with my fingers again, "I'm sorry, connor, really I didn't want to bring you into this shit..." I sighed. "It's okay, don't stress." He replied. I sat dropped down on the couch, leaning back. "Do you still want to be my friend?" I mumbled. "What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "This whole situation is so awkward. I don't blame you if you want to end our friendship after this." His brows frowed subtly, saying,"You have no need to worry." He sat next to me, "I think you are impulsive and a little hot-headed at times, but I'm not ending our friendship. You just made a mistake, and I'll help you get through it, okay?" He muttered. I nodded, opening my mouth, but he cut me off. "No more apologizing." I pressed my lips together and nodded.

"Thank you." I spoke quietly.

"Don't thank me." He whispered. I smiled softly.

"So... for how long do you want to keep this act up?" He asked. I sighed softly. "I don't know... for as long as I need to, I guess. But when this needs to end for consistency reasons, I'm gonna break us up, okay?" He nodded softly, "understood."

I sucked in a deep breath, standing up. "Great. Let's put on a show, shall we?"

Pt5

An: Would you prefer if the reader eventually ended up catching feelings for connor, too, and it turns into a love triangle, or would you prefer just Gavin?

#sarcasm #sarcasm pt 4 #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #gavin reed fanfic #gavin reed enimes to lovers

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sande5098 · 2 months

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Finally a place to call home

Ava/Connor fic??

Relationship: Connor Rhodes x Ava Bekker

Warnings: swearing, injury

Word count: 1.6k words

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Cwtch - A welsh word meaning more than a hug or a cuddle. When you give someone a cwtch you give them a safe place.

Ava couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the air leaving her lungs let the heavy weight of stress fall from her. Between work and having to pack up her apartment and finding a new place to live was beginning to get too stressful for her liking. Coming home to a house filled with boxes only seemed to make her feel like she was back at work. She sucked in a breath and ran her hands through her hair, an action that she felt she'd done a lot over the past few weeks.

At least tomorrow she had the day off. Maybe she could do some apartment viewing... Ava shook her head, she couldn't even rest when she came home now. She pushed herself off of the sofa and walked towards the kitchen to make herself a mug of coffee. boiling the kettle was the early part, she could feel her legs shaking from beneath her, struggling to hold her weight. God, she really needed to lay down and sleep.

Once the kettle had finished boiling she lifted the heavy weighted item and it shook as she tried to pour herself a mug of coffee. "Fuck!" she whispered, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Ava practically dropped the kettle on the counter as she rushed to the sink to turn the cold water tap on. The scald burned and sizzled under the cold water and she sucked wind through her teeth. She was way too tired for this, she just needed her bed, screw dinner and screw coffee. She found herself getting lost in her own thoughts as she held her hand under the water before a knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts. That was when she remembered her off the cuff night in with Connor that they'd organised earlier that day when Ava still felt up for human company and completely forgot about the mess of her apartment.

Hyping herself up as she turned off the tap and gently dried her tender wound with a rough towel which she internally winced at as she turned the door knob. Connors smiling face at the other end of the door holding up takeaway bags made her forget all her worries for that moment. So much so that she nearly cried with absolute joy when she saw the man she loved, Connor's eyebrows furrowed and Ava realised she hadn't let him in, smiling sheepishly she stood out of his way and he walked into the apartment. "Hey, are you going somewhere?" Connor asked as he looked around at all of the boxes sitting in no particular order all over the room. Ava nodded from the kitchen where she had went to put the towel back, her hand still burning, looking down at it, it was still a bright red raw colour with small bumps forming which she internally cringed at. "Uhh yeah, my landlord's increased the lease and I just can't afford it anymore so I'm moving out in the next three weeks." she called from the kitchen as she went to grab forks, only to realise that she had already packet them away, "For gods sakes," she muttered angrily as she now had to go searching through a tonne of boxes that she really didn't want to do. "Have you found a new place yet?" Connor asked, he could hear the tension in her voice.

“Uhh not yet, I’m planning on going to view a few places tomorrow.” Ava said, distracted by the pain of the burn brushing up against stuff in the moving boxes. In the end she resorted to just looking with one hand. She found them fairly quickly after that and held them to the burn which sent a chill throughout her body, Ava met Connor with a quick kiss "What did you bring tonight?" Connor smiled as he pressed another kiss to her lips, soft and sweet, "mhm Chinese, your favourite." Ava couldn't help but get excited at the prospect at getting to eat chicken chow mein takeaway and could feel her mouth watering at the prospect, "Let's have it before it gets cold?" she giggled and Connor nodded before they sat down together. "American housewife?" Connor laughed, "you know it." Ava found herself getting lost in the comfort of a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. They'd been together for almost 6 months and it was all perfect, although Ava didn't know if this was because they were in the honeymoon stage of dating or if this was going to be an all time thing.

Connor had finished his Chinese, chicken satay and went to hold Ava's hand, she pulled it away quickly. "sorry, scalded it earlier. It's still a little tender." Connor's face grew in concern, he turned to Ava, ignoring the show. "Let me see it love." "Connor..." "Avey." His voice was serious and Ava begrudgingly gave in and huffed out a breath just turning her attention to the program that just happened to go on a break right at the worst moment, now she had to pay attention to Connor.

"Avey, this is a second degree scald, what happened?" Connor said, quickly rising from the sofa to grab the first aid kit, "Connor, I don't need you fussing over me." Ava said, although her tone was verging on whining. "Ava, Its a second degree burn, Its weeping and badly blistered. You're glad I'm not making you go to hospital." Connor lightly scolded, Ava just rolled her eyes. "If you're looking for the cling film (Plastic wrap), It's in the top cupboard on the left."

Connor returned to Ava on the sofa and began to gently wrap her hand, "Ava, what's going on? You know how important it is to wrap a burn of any type." Ava looked up to meet Connors stone blue eyes and could feel herself spilling all that was bothering her. Her asshole of a landlord, not having a place to go to, she felt the annoying urge of tears coming to her eyes and she hurried to brush them away. "Ava, you can talk to me about anything you know? I'm not going to judge you." Connor moved his hand to her shoulder and she ducked her head. Connor didn't need to see her cry, "talk to me love, what's going on?"

"I.. I just don't know what to do anymore. My landlords raised my rent so much so that I can't afford it and now I have to find a new place to live in 3 weeks." Ava felt the oxygen escape her lungs and she couldn't get it back no matter how much she tried, "I'm not used to being unprepared, I, I don't know what I'm doing anymore." Connor pulled Ava to him gently as she sobbed, just holding her. It hurt him to see his girl under so much stress and her not turning to him hurt too. She knew that she could rely on him so why didn't she? He knew that Ava was strong, the strongest woman which he had ever met, aside from his mom, but even then, did he really know her. Connor planted a soft kiss onto of her head, "You know that we'll work something out, we always do. Together." Ava unburied herself from Connors torso, eyes red and puffy, she gave him a shaky, weak smile. "Together?" she whispered, "together. Forever and always." Ava grinned at Connor and hugged him as tight as she could. "I love you Connor Rhodes." Connor smiled down at his girl, beautiful in all ways, "and I love you too Ava Bekker."

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It was Connor who woke up first the next morning. Somehow, Ava and he must've fell asleep on the sofa last night, although he couldn’t say he was disappointed. Ava was cuddled up beside him, her hair messy and covering her features. He smiled wistfully, wishing that this moment could last forever. He turned his attention to the tv which had made its way onto standby sometime in the middle of the night. Connor yawned and used his free hand which he didn’t have wrapped around Ava to push her hair behind her ears, she looked so peaceful like she had no worries in the world, although he knew differently.

Not wanting to wake her, he lay still gently playing with strands of her hair. That was what Ava woke up to, her boyfriend playing with her hair, plaiting it. “Connor..” her voice was groggy, still filled with sleep as she spoke his name. “Good morning to you too Ava,” Connor replied, stretching as Ava lifted herself off of him.

“I was thinking-” Connor started before Ava cut him off, “uhoh that’s a dangerous pastime Connor” She smiled. Connor just looked at her and Ava rolled her eyes, “alright I’ll keep the cometary at bay for now.” “Thank you” Connor replied holding his nose up in the air “as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted…” Ava gently hit Connor on the shoulder, who rubbed it, acting as if it was the worst pain in the world. Clearing his throat, he continued. “If you, Ava Bekker, wanted to move in with me?”

Ava was too stunned to speak, instead she just stared at Connor dumbly, lips parted open in pure shock. “You want me to move in with you?” She clarified, wanting to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. Connor just smiled at her, “yeah that’s the general idea.” Connor got worried when Ava didn’t answer straight away but when she smiled and said yes, jumping into his arms and kissing him furiously he knew that she was the one for him. He was glad she was moving in with him, they could finally make their house into a home.

#submission #connor rhodes x ava bekker #ava bekker #connor rhodes #chicago med fanfiction #chicago med #sande5098 #one shot #one chicago

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rubydoowhereru · 3 months

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If you’re still taking story prompts, could you please write something for the Giant Chelsea Gillman AU? Like maybe Ruby’s and Chelsea’s transformation inside the library and/or the lighthouse scene?

Thank you 😁

"Hey, Chelsea!" Ruby called out to her sister as she stood in the middle of the walkway as other students were returning to class. Chelsea was by the rafters chatting with two friends before hearing Ruby call out to her. The red-headed girl turned and grinned at her sister before immediately getting up and heading over. "Sorry gals, gotta go. What's up, Rub--"

Chelsea stopped herself as she noticed Ruby had both hands behind her back and currently swaying back and forth. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed as she looked the kraken over. "What'cha got there?"

Ruby grinned fin to fin. "A surprise gift. Can you guess what it is?" Her human sister would immediately attempt to figure it out by walking around but Ruby would respond with simply twisting her body back and forth so Chelsea couldn't make it out. "Ah, ah, ah. You gotta guess it, Chelsea!"

The red-head pouted briefly before bringing a hand up to her chin. "Ummm..." Think Chelsea, think. What could it be? "Is it...a sandwich?" Ruby would shake her head in response. "Two more guesses." Chelsea's tongue poked out ever so slightly as she concentrated hard on all of her options.

"...Two sandwiches?" Once again Ruby would shake her head. "Thre--" The kraken would roll her eyes before Chelsea could even finish her sentence. "Don't say three sandwiches, please."

Her sister responds with a shrug of defeat. "I give up then. I've got nothing." The notion does cause Ruby to snort before revealing Chelsea's gift. A party cannon. An excited gasp parted from Chelsea's lips before clambering over and placing her hands over it. "No way!! Ruby!! You sly little skunk! When did you have the time to get this? Now my school entrances can be dramatic and fancy at the same time!"

Now Ruby's erupting into full laughter as she finds herself being hugged by Chelsea. "Ah, I sneaked out a little earlier this morning so I could buy it before all of them were gone. Just wanted to get you a little something is all." The hug was returned before Chelsea grinned at her. "You do realize now I'm gonna have to get you something in return, right? Maybe I can set you and Connor up with a date, eh?"

A blush would quickly settle in for Ruby before looking away. "Pppfft, what? No way." The kraken received a look that told her Chelsea was absolutely going to attempt such a thing. For now, though she was curiously inspecting and touching all over the party cannon. "Man, look at all these buttons! Who knew there could be this many on something like this." The kraken perked up ever so slightly as she approached.

"Be careful now, Chelsea. Here, I've got the instruction manual right here--" Unfortunately, Ruby didn't get to finish that statement as Chelsea thoughtless pressed one of the buttons and proceeded to shoot herself right in the face. "BLECH!!" A face full of party confetti blasted her and sent her right back, dropping the cannon in the process.

"Chelsea! Are you alright??" Ruby began to approach and eyes only widened as her sister continued to step back as she wiped everything off. Boy did that sting a lot! She coughed and hacked as she rubbed her face all over. "I-I'm good. Totally fine. Nothing but confetti--AAAHHH!" Her sister had gone back too far and slipped on the water, causing her to hit the back of the railing and fall right over into the ocean below.

"CHELSEA!!" The kraken screeched as she rushed over and peered down into the water. She looked frantically for her sister to come back up but after a few seconds of nothing, the fear inside of her grew exponentially. The waves looked particularly thrashing today. What if...what if she couldn't come back up? Ruby's breathing started to worsen as she climbed over the railing. She...she needed to jump. She had to! She had to save her sister! But as her boot made contact with the railing, Ruby ended up slipping and falling straight into the waves below with a scream.

Eyes were closed shut before opening and hurriedly looking for her sister. Her gaze spotted her tangled in the undersea beds of seaweed and the kraken started to swim towards her. She was so focused on reaching Chelsea she didn't even realize her sister's bottom half wasn't human anymore. Instead, a thrashing and panicked green tail wildly moved about in an effort to free herself. A hand reached out to Ruby's but just as she got close the kraken was pulled away by the power of the waves. They were too strong down here. She couldn't reach Chelsea! No! No, no, no, no, no!! The kraken kept trying and trying, utilizing every bit of will power she could manage to thrust herself forward. It seemed fruitless however but...she started to feel something.

Something inside of herself was bubbling up. Ruby couldn't understand it. Almost like a surge of power coursing through her entire body. One kick forward and soon enough she bolted like a bullet. Arms grabbed a hold of Chelsea as soon enough they were fast approaching the surface in the blink of an eye. The two shot out like a cannon and made contact with the sand, both coughing and gasping for air. The two laid there for quite a few minutes just to collect themselves.

"Tha...Thank you, Ruby. I....you saved my life." Chelsea turned to hug her sister but stopped as her blue eyes gazed down. They grew to the size of dinner plates at the sight of her mermaid lower half. A rising scream would shortly followed along with Ruby joining in.

"OH MY GOSH. Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my goooosh!!" The mermaid cried out as she grabbed a hold of her tail fins. "W-Why do I have a tail? W-Where are my legs?? W-What? What?! Ruby?!" Scared and panicked eyes turned towards her sister as she too is in complete and utter shock. Ruby's mouth is completely agape as she scans Chelsea.

"You...that...that looks like a mermaid's tail, Chelsea..." The mermaid was about to ramble once more until the pair heard voices nearby. A gasp parts from Ruby's lips. "Oh no! We must've made too much noise. People are coming!" Chelsea's tail fins slap against the sand in a failed effort to change back to normal. A frustrated sigh comes out.

"Turn back to normal then! We've got to get out of here! Oh, it's not working Ruby! Eep--!" The red-head finds herself being picked by Ruby as she starts to run off in a direction. As long as they're not seen by anyone they should be okay. "Um, okay uh...where do we go Chelsea? There must be some place we can hide, right?"

The mermaid looked frantically about before spotting the school library. A finger points in its general direction. "The library, Ruby! It's closed today! Nobody should be in there and we can call mom in there! She can help us!"

Ruby nods her head before picking up her speed even more in an effort to reach the library. Oh gosh, how could this have all gone so wrong? All she wanted to do was surprise her sis with a gift...

#ruby gillman teenage kraken #Chelsea Gillman AU #My brain ended up hitting me with an idea for before reaching the library i do apologize a;lkajds

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imkillerbae · 10 months

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Found an old Detroit: Become Human RK900/Reader WIP from 2022 that I'm never gonna finish.

Might as well post it here. I give anyone permission to continue this, just as long as you give me credit, reblog this then tag me. I'm not active in that fandom anymore. Don't feed it into AI though or else im throwing hands.

(Sidenote: I was pleasantly surprised how well this was written, so much so that I wanted to post it despite being unfinished)

Late Night Blues

There was a cold chill that hung in the air this night at the DPD. The piercing feeling struck your nose every time it sucked in air, followed by a grunt or a huff after. Flipping through the case files, you trace your finger along the lines of text with quick but careful swipes. Your shoes tapping against the floor was all that was heard at the empty office, devoid of living breathing life.

A serial arsonist was out on the loose in the streets of Detroit, targeting android owned businesses and known personalities. Dragging with it were unknowing victims. Just recently, 4 children. Three with third degree burns. One, an android child, dead.

And the bastard isn’t stopping there.

The DPD has been on different leads, all cutting off or twisting on itself until every detail became too contrived to connect, and then they were back to square one. You were growing frustrated, your neck tenses up, and you break the pencil you were holding. Just great.

“Fuck.” You cursed quietly, dragging your palms over your forehead up to your scalp, groaning as you dip onto your desk. The bastard left a note in one of the crime scenes, mockingly. It was in human handwriting, irregular. In blue blood, they wrote: “More blood is spilled, red or blue, it doesn’t matter, until all androids are destroyed. God bless Detroit.”

The note was lodged inside the mouth of an android, soaked in red and blue blood. The head wasn’t attached to its neck. Ripped off hastily.

You sucked in a breath and gritted your teeth. You’re no newbie to gruesome crime scenes, but it was more of the motive that made your skin crawl. The android revolution had been a year ago and humans and androids have been living in peace since then for the most part. How come shit like this still happened?

Standing up abruptly from the flood of blood up to your ears and temples, you slap the pencil holder you had across the room, knocking the chair behind you. “For God’s sakes…” You grit your teeth as the chair clashes against the walls with a loud squeak. This arsonist bitch is slippery and I can’t seem to get a grip, you thought. You don’t realize that the pen holder doesn’t drop to the floor but was instead caught by steady, ice cold hands.

“Detective.” His heavy set but cool voice echoed in the bullpen, and you whip your head to his direction, the grimace still carved into your face against the clinical white lights of the office. Your eyes climb up his torso, white and black jacket waving as he walked towards you. His cold gray eyes burning into yours. He tilts his head as if questioning your look. You found yourself doing the same.

“RK900. What are you doing here?” You sniffed, the cold air painfully stinging your nose. He stops walking, that neutral expression greeting you. “I should be asking you that question, detective. It’s 2 in the morning. You should be resting.” He says coolly, analyzing your pen holder, fingers wrapped around the puny little cylinder. He then looks at you, and you feel the need to shield yourself from those glass oculars. “It is not healthy for you to stay up this late. Your shift is in 3 hours.”

RK900, or Nines, as Gavin affectionally (haphazardly) named him, entered the force just recently. As recent as a week ago. You hadn’t been in the office when he was sent to the DPD, so you didn’t have a chance to look at him more carefully.

Now was his grand reveal to you.

You’ve never talked before. You’ve never even heard his voice this clearly. He sounded a lot like Connor, just with a broader and lower pitch than you were used to. Taller, broader, almost beastlike in stature. And a certain aura that would make anyone uncomfortable if they were alone with him. He continues to stare at you while you collect your thoughts, blinking in uncannily long intervals, setting down the container slowly. You didn’t like being stared down on one bit.

Clearing your throat, you grab the stress ball on your desk and squeeze, turning to grab your chair, sitting back down. You lean back, trying to calm down. “I’m working.” You simply say, hoping he would go away. You squeezed and squeezed as your feet tip tap below your desk, but he doesn’t go away. Finally, you look up at him again, and you see those icy gray eyes, burning into your soul. “Could you please leave me to do my work? Why are you active right now, you’re supposed to be in stasis.” You say as a matter of faclty. Unlike Connor, Nines didn’t have a home or an apartment to live in. You didn’t know if it was his choice or not, since by Android Law, he could own an apartment with the money he earns. So he would instead reside in the repair room, in stasis or simply just there. Just standing blankly.

You didn’t like thinking about what androids had in place of sleep. It creeped you out that they weren’t capable of sleep or being tired for that matter. They looked so human, and yet they weren’t.

“You are sleep deprived. Leading to more stress than you currently have. I suggest you go home, and you’ll have at least 2 hours of sleep. I advise against staying up too late this often.” He deadpans, no concern in his eyes, but it was present in his voice. He was mimicking empathy, something that RK900s were programmed to do. Or at least you heard.

“Are you my nurse?” You ask sarcastically. “No.” He replies simply to your surprise. You scowl at him, huffing “then don’t tell me what to do. Go back to the basement or something.” In return, he raises an eyebrow. “Do you think being out of shape will help you form more reliable conclusions in the investigation? Seems counterintuitive. Don’t you think?” He asks you, and you realize he’s trying to gaslight you out of your chair. You raise your eyebrow back at him, twisting your chair to face him fully. He doesn’t move.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job. My health is none of your business.” You snapped at him, doing your best to intimidate the most advanced android Cyberlife has ever built. Maybe this is why Gavin can’t stand this prick. And he’s the most insufferable cop you’ve ever known.

From his perspective, Nines was not at all intimidated. In fact he was surprised by your stubbornness despite your current drowsy state. He wondered how you would be like in your full potential, with a good night’s sleep.

He hides his hands behind his back, showing vulnerability. “Oh, but in fact, it is.” He sort of says the truth, because in reality, you were just one among the sea of humans he has to attend to. He felt nothing, couldn’t feel anything, for anyone, after all.

“You are not making the optimal decisions in your current state. You are a danger to yourself and Detroit Police property.” He stated, eyeing the pen holder. “It will not benefit the investigation for you to be working with a clouded and tired mind. I hope you understand.” He sees your teeth through your skull, gyrating. Your stress levels were increasing. The stress ball in your hands were bound to burst in any moment. He should ask for it before it bursts in your hand. “What the fuck is your problem? I could’ve done so much work right now if you just left me here. Are you trying to piss me off? Because it’s not exactly lullabying me to sleep.” You stood up, tilting your head to the side, as if mocking him.

His LED shines amber for a split second, blinking. You were showing a posture of aggression, and he immediately thought of a way to disarm you or disable you from hurting yourself. He still wasn’t used to all the personalities in the office, and it didn’t help that this was his first meeting with you; a heated conversation of all things. He could only go off of your body movements and temperament. He didn’t understand why you had to work this hard for an arson case. Fires happen more often that it is broadcasted in the news, and this one targeted his own kind. It didn’t seem logical for you to pour in so much attention to it.

“It is in your best interest to rest, detective. I wasn’t intending to be inflammatory in any way. I am only concerned for your—” Before he could finish, the stress ball you held came flying toward his face, and he narrowly avoids it, tilting his head to the side. Before you could retract your hand, he pulls it up towards him, making you flinch. “Don’t give me that programmed speech of yours. I don’t give a shit about what you think. A child died today, and I’m not going to sit around and let it happen again!” You yelled pulling your hand away from his grip, but it was no use fighting a 250 pound sack of shit bolts and plastic.

“Please stop.” He says, eyes narrowing on your figure. He didn’t want to hurt you or leave you to hurt yourself. “Let go! You fucking— agh!” You groaned in his grip, thrashing and pushing him with your other hand. With no other way of calming you down with words, he instead used force to subdue you.

“Agh—!?” You yelped as he grabbed your shoulder with his other hand and pushed you abruptly against the cubicle wall, the impact of your back against it almost knocking the wind out of you. He caught himself by surprise, he was still getting used to his strength. He cursed under his breath but kept his composure despite his LED blaring red, flickering. “Calm down.” He breathed in sync with you, a calming tactic. He watched and mimicked your chest movement.

Your breath hitched and your neck tensed. “Agh— what the fuck?” you grumbled, trying to thrash, but instead your eyes land into his, almost half lidded. Your breath then started to mimic his, slow deep ones that stretched your diaphragm. His face softened and nodded to you, trying to get you to respond. You were speechless at the moment, being held down by him. Inhumanly strong, and capable of breaking you if you so much as moved your foot the wrong way. But at the same time, gentle.

“I didn’t mean for this to end this way. I’ve only met you and haven’t assessed your personality yet. But I will not let you hurt yourself. Please, let your guard down. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He says, nodding again. After a few moments, you nod back, and slowly, you drop your hands to your sides. They hang limply at your sides.

He knows that you will eventually fall into a state of catatonia, and before you could, he steps off and guides you to your chair. You drop like a heavy rock against cold and still waters. “I apologize for being pushy. But I mean it when I say that it will compromise the case if you work in such a poor state.” He reasons gently, holding back his hands behind him. You don’t say anything.

“I believe you’ll be able to ask the Captain for an LOA—"

“Like that’s going to help catch this guy.” You rebut, exhaling deeply. “Red or blue, blood is spilled across the streets of Detroit. Burnt offices… schools…can you imagine living in constant fear of being hostaged just to suffocate on smoke?” You let your emotions spill, eyes watering. “That android kid… he was the kid of a couple who couldn’t have their own child. He was just 3.” You hissed to yourself, leaning against the cold desk.

(It ends here.)

#dbh connor x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #connor x reader #detroit: become human #dbh #nines #dbc rk900 #rk900

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whalehouse1 · 8 months

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The Separate RoTS Kon and Comic Kon AU

@thefaeriefeatherdark

So this AU is basically part of my own extended DC universe (we all have one and mine is still very much in development), where Connor (Young Justice Superboy), Kon (Comic's Superboy), and Maik (Reign of the Supermen's Superboy) all exist concurrently. Kon is the first clone but it is the one with TTK and Lex as the other father (all three technically are in this scenario), and it pretty much plays out with ignoring him getting erased cause I'm not playing that game with DC. After Clark finally gets used to him being around, they find out about Connor, who, unlike Kon, has more Kryptonian abilities, mainly what he has in the cartoon, but I think he deserves heat vision and ice breath because I like them and he deserves something too. Clark is a lot worse to him than he was to Kon, if only because how does Lex keep getting his DNA and Connor is a tad more standoffish and he didn't feel like he was ever part of Young Justice here because, well Kon was already there and you don't need two Supers (stupid hypothesis I know, but what can you do?). Also unlike Kon, he does age, albeit slower than most people. Young Justice does keep inviting him to join (the team being from their original run plus M'gann and Kaldur, but he thinks it's just pity and ends up on the Outsiders. He still ends up with M'gann though cause it's a cute ship to me. After they get married and Jon is around 10 (no Bendis time skip and the aging is different because otherwise Lois would be having Jon at 75, and a key point of this AU is to fill Ma and Pa Kent's outside table with family), is when Lex displays the newest "invention" of Lexcorp, Superboy. Now, I never watched Reign of the Supermen and have very cursory knowledge about it, so this will deviate a lot more than the rest. Superboy (here-fore referred to as Maik due to later reasons), is made basically act how the music industry used Justin Beiber when he was a child, and he is 12 because he looked like a 12 year old when I saw him. He is literally a marketing ploy for Lex to show off he can mass produce Supermen who are more obedient and humans can trust since they're American Made. Lex uses him literally to show up Superman and even has him fight the other three Superboys to show how much better the man made ones are, always during disasters. One day during a disaster, he fumbles it hard, causing more destruction than should have happened (ignoring that Lex caused the disaster in the first place), Lex takes him to the lab to euthanize him with a kryptonite syringe. Kara was having lunch nearby with some friends and hears Maik screaming and crying and excuses herself and busts into the lab and sees Lex trying to pin Maik down to kill him and she goes feral. She burns Lex's hand so he drops the syringe and then gets up close and personal. The end of the fight being that despite being at least 100' underground, Lex is lands outside the hole Kara made and she keeps going, horrifying the onlookers until Maik finally climbs out (only super jumping, flight comes later) and tells the crowd what Luthor tried to do to him, but obviously, a human being turned into a squeak toy by a Kryptonian isn't good for optics, despite the youth's pleas. Luckily, Lois and Jon heard the commotion and Jon throws a rock at Kara who stops and realizes what she's doing, spits on Lex, grabs Maik by the hand and flies off with him. Clark, Lois and Jon find them at the farm with Ma making them sandwiches to eat. Kara and Maik explain what happened and afterwards, Clark says they need a name for him if he's staying. Given he's 12 physically and less than a year old legally, he has to stay somewhere and since Lex has a boner for both Kal and Clark, they decide he should stay with the Danvers who are okay with the situation but scold Kara for almost killing a person even if he deserves it cause she was raised better than that. They say they need to name him something and Kara has been teaching Jon, Kon and Connor some Kryptonian and Jon suggests Maik El, which I don't know if there is a Krypotonian language that's actually made-

#superboy

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