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âA whole new world (without pain)â (Connor whump w/Friendship gender neutral reader) â€ïžâđ©č
Summary: Connor is wound up and in constant pain from his overused and strained muscles and joints, but doesnât realise it isnât normal since he has functioned like that since his deviancy. Until reader, a physical/ massage therapist working at the DPD offers him a massage and is horrified to find him so tense. Reader takes the time and care to bring the poor android some much needed relief.
Warnings: none
A/N: I want to specify that Iâm in no way a trained physical or massage therapist and therefor I do not guarantee for accuracy in this fic. I did the best I could with research and my own experiences from physical therapy when Iâve been treated for various sport injuries. That said, please be lenient in your judgement if you have better knowledge than me on the area. I just wanted to write a whumpy massage fic for pleasure đđ»
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Youâd been working at the DPD for a few months by now. The management had decided to try and do something to nurture a more healthy environment for the precinctâs increasingly stressed out personnel and one of their initiatives was hiring you as a full time physiotherapist. You had been offered a well equipped treating area upstairs where you offered treatment, consultations and the occasionally rehab session for all the precinctâs officers and other personnel.
Every Tuesday and Friday however people could book you as youâd do rounds and offer 15 minutes of shoulder/ neck massages at peoples own desks to help them loosen tight muscles that inevitably would come from being hunched over a computer screen for too long at a time. Today was Tuesday and your were making your was down to the bullpen. You looked at your pad to see who was your first appointment; Chris Miller.
You smiled as you entered the open office. You loved doing what you did and the people you worked with. You loved to help them feel better, to soothe aches and ease peoples pain. It might not feel like much, but you knew how much difference you did for your patients and that was reward enough in itself.
âTime to get to work.â You muttered cheerily to yourself.
You entered the office and was immediately greeted warmly by most of the people on shift, many which you had appointments with during your day. But first thing first, you made your way to officer Millerâs work station. âChris you and I have a date my man!â You called in a cheerful voice.
Chris looked up from his screen and smiled. âWe sure do! Thank god youâre here Y/N, my neck is killing me. Iâve been looking forward to this all week!â
âWell, lets see what we can do for you then.â You replied as you settled behind his chair. You set the 15 minute timer on your watch and placed your hands on his shoulders to do what you did best.
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Your day went ahead as scheduled until you reached your last appointment of the day. You looked around the office for Officer Pearson who wasnât at her desk, as was protocol when youâd been booked.
âAnyone seen Pearson?â You asked out into the room.
âYeah, she had to go home with a stuffed nose and fever ten minutes ago.â Lieutenant Hank Anderson answered you from his own desk.
âOh, poor her. I hope she feel better soon.â You said in compassion.
âShe asked us to offer you her apologies for not having enough time to cancel her appointment with you, but she didnât want to risk infecting you.â Connor, Andersonâs partner and more or less adopted son, added from his own seat across from the lieutenant. Youâd spoken to him a few times and found him really kind and sweet, but heâd never booked your services himself even though heâd made Anderson come see you a few times when his back would act up, as the man was often too stubborn to do anything about it before he was in incapacitating pain.
âThatâs alright, but seems like I have a slot open then. Why donât I work on you Connor? Youâve never taken advantage of my service before, its about time Iâd say.â You offered the kind android.
Connor seemed a little taken aback by your offer and made his LED spin yellow a few times in contemplation. âIâve no need of your service, Iâm functioning at full capacity.â He answered.
âYeah, but you can still enjoy a massage without it having to be about increasing function. Iâve worked on Susan and Michael plenty of times and they seem to enjoy it.â You said, referring to the precinctâs android receptionist team, and made your way closer to the desks. Youâd found that androidâs synthetic muscles werenât all that different from humanâs. The anatomy was basically the same, but androidâs muscles were more durable and could handle a lot more strain before getting injured, tense or pulled.
âIt just seems like a waste of your time, Y/N. Thereâs probably someone more in need of your attention than me taking your last appointment for simple.. Enjoyment.â Connor rationalised.
âI promise you itâs not a âwaste of my timeâ and youâre not hogging my time from anyone else.â You reassured the detective.
Connor seemed on the verge to protest again when the lieutenant cut in. âCome on kid, you deserve to unwind a bit. Youâve been working cases back to back for the last three weeks. Treat yourself a little. I promise you itâs worth it.â
âYeah Connor, seriously try it! Y/Nâs the best!! Youâll feel like youâre floating afterwards.â Chris Miller added from his seat across the room.
Connor was silent a few seconds later, but finally gave in. âAlright then, I suppose I could try it.â He agreed.
You smiled warmly and made your way the last few paces to take your stand behind his chair. âCan you remove your blazer please, the less layers the better.â You requested as you set your timer.
Connor did as you asked and removed his grey blazer to lay it across his desk before he leaned slightly forward, resting his forearms on there as well, as heâd seen your other patients do to give you a better reach to his neck and broad shoulders.
You placed your hands on each shoulder with your thumbs at base of his neck and applied a firm pressure to work into the muscle and.. Nothing.. Despite your strong force there was absolutely no give in the tissue beneath your fingers. You bit your lip and applied all your strength which were saying something (in your profession you had to have strong hands to work) and this time you did manage to make the muscle give just the tiniest bit as you swept your thumbs upwards. Beneath you, you heard Connor let out an almost inaudible hiss an saw his LED switch to yellow at his temple.
You eased up the pressure again and lowered your hands to asses across and under his shoulders, feeling your concern grow as you already had a suspicion on what you were going to find. Sure enough, you might as well have been trying to palpate a brick wall! Never in your life had you felt this tight and wound up muscles and it went down his whole back. The fact that android synthetic muscles were much more resistance to exactly this kind of tension only made it that much more horrifying that itâd gotten to be this bad. This wasnât just something heâd developed overnight, this had been accumulation for a long, long time, how was he even functioning?! You knew androids feel pain because of a mutation in their code when they deviate so he had to be in absolute agony!
You tried to switch over to using the entire heel of your hand so you could use your entire body weight to try and loosen the rock hard knots under his right shoulder.
Connorâs light abruptly turned red and he let out another hiss of pain although much louder this time, his eyes pinched shut. âIâm sorry to say this, but.. This is not as pleasant as you made it out to be.â He groaned through clenched teeth.
âYeah, no kidding!â You groaned yourself, but you from exertion. âMy world Connor, what have you done to yourself? Iâve never felt anyone this tense!â
Anderson looked over at the two of you his eyes starting to show a growing worry. âWhatâs going on son? Did you hurt yourself again and didnât tell me?â The older manâs voice held a slight hint of accusation, as if it wouldnât be the first time Connor had been hiding injury from him.
âNo Hank, I-â Another pained gasp interrupted him as you kept trying to make the unrelenting musculature give under your ministrations. âI promise I didnât!â He finished his head leaned forwards to hide his pinched, pained expression.
âWell, I saw you literally lift a car yesterday to help a man fix his flat tire, you sure you didnât pull something?â Officer Thomsen chipped in from his own workspace.
âThat car only weighed 55% of my maximum capacity.â Connor defended himself.
âAnd you did jump out a window from the second floor last week when you chased that Red Ice dealer.â Tina added.
âI rolled when I landed!â Connor exclaimed as if that was a reasonable explanation.
âOh, maybe it was when you..â
âAlright, I think I get the picture.â You interrupted before people could add to the list of reckless behaviour the android may have overtaxed himself while doing. You could feel him tense up even further (how little possible that should have been) beneath your hands. Clearly Connor werenât comfortable being the centre of attention like this so you thought better to save him from the situation.
âThis is an issue Connor, but not something that isnât fixable. I canât work probably on you like this however, this needs special attention.â You explained and pulled your hands off him, Connorâs LED turned back from red to yellow in relief. âYou need to come see me first thing tomorrow morning in my clinic upstairs though.â
Connor turned slightly in his seat to look at you.âBut, Iâm working the Jackson case, I canât..â
âDonât worry about the case son, Thomsen and I got it covered you just.. Do what you need to do to get better.â Lieutenant Anderson interjected.
âBut Captain Fowler expects me to..â Connor tried again.
âI expect my officers to prioritise their health and well-being so I donât have to worry about sending them out in the field!â Captain Fowler suddenly appeared from the break room, holding a cup of coffee in hand. âIf Y/N deems it necessary for you to receive immediate treatment thatâs what youâll do detective.â The man said in a voice that left no room for discussion.
Connor visibly deflated a bit in his seat. âYes sir.â He still replied respectfully.
âSooo.. Shall we say 8am tomorrow?â You asked Connor directly for affirmation.
Connor offered you a nod. âYes, Iâll be there.â
âAlright then, see you tomorrow then Connor.â You walked out the office towards your clinic, you needed to go into this prepared.
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The next morning Connor walked into your clinic at 8am sharp.
âGood morning.â You greeted the detective cheerfully.
âGood morning Y/N. Iâm here for my appointment.â He greeted you back professionally.
You grinned a bit. âYeah I figured. Please take off your jacket, shirt and shoes, but keep standing. I need to do some mobility tests first.â You asked as you lay a clean white sheet across the treatment table.
Connor did as you asked and removed his blazer, draping it across the back of a nearby chair before he tugged off his black tie, unbuttoned his white dress shirt and laid them on the chair as well, lastly toeing off his shoes.
You moved to stand behind him on his right side, but made sure you were still visible in his periphery vision. âFirst, make sure to let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable of painful, alright?â You instructed.
âYes, I understand.â Connor agreed readily.
Satisfied you began your examination. âCan you bend forward as far as you can please?â Connor did, he bent all the way down until he was touching the floor flat with both hands. It took you slightly aback that he could manage it after youâd felt how tight his muscles were yesterday, that movement should be much too painful to preform to that extend. As that thought crossed your mind you noticed his LED had changed from a calm blue to a fast spinning yellow at his temple, but his expression was as calm as ever.
âOkay, and back up.â You instructed.
Once again Connor did as you asked and you watched as his LED returned to a flicker between blue and yellow. You gently placed a hand on the side of both his shoulders. âNow stretch as far as you can to the left.â You guided his movement as he did while you watched both the range of his movement but also his LED. You made him repeat the motion to the other side and, as before, he seemed to have full range, but each time he was in outer positions his LED would flicker to fast spinning yellow.
âHave a seat on the table please.â You asked and Connor got up on the surface in compliance.
âJust relax as much as you can while I guide your joints through some movements and remember, tell me if anything feels too painful.â You repeated and did some extensive mobility checks on both of his elbows and wrists and then had him lay down flat on the padded table and tested both his knee and ankle joints as well. You could move them all in almost full range, but you felt a distinct resistance in all of his joints while doing so. Throughout it all Connorâs LED again spun yellow and if you hadnât been looking so closely youâd probably never have noticed, but you could see how his eyes tightened just the tiniest bit in discomfort as you worked. The android never uttered a single complaint however. When you stopped you noticed Connor let of a small sigh of relief.
âOkay, please sit up for a bit.â
Connor sat up in a fluent motion and leaned back on his hands braced on the table behind him and looked at you intently, showing he was listening. You pulled up a desk chair and took a seat so you could sit facing him.
âI just want to talk to you a bit before we begin treatment to understand you a bit better.â You said, making sure to keep you voice soft and empathic.
âOkay.â
âDuring these initial range of motion tests we just completed, did any of them feel just slightly uncomfortable or painful?â You asked him.
Connor looked a bit confused by your question. âYes.â He answered honestly.
âDid it feel very uncomfortable or painful even? I saw your LED shift quite a lot.â You pushed.
Connor looked a bit hesitant to answer, but eventually did. âI suppose it did, yes.â
âAll of them hurt you to do, right?â You stated more than asked and was confirmed when Connor answered with a simple. âYes.â
âThen why didnât you say anything? I told you to let me know if anything hurt.â You asked, careful to not sound accusing, but more curious and maybe a bit worried.
âTechnically, you told me to let you know if anything felt too painful or uncomfortable and it didnât feel any worse or more painful than it has always been whenever I move around, so I saw no point in stating the obvious.â Connor explained in a very matter-of-fact way.
You looked at him for a few seconds, only blinking a few times as you processed that sentence. Once youâd gone over it a few times in your head and was sure youâd understood correctly you opened your mouth to get clarity. âIâm sorry Connor, but.. Are you telling me youâve been this tense and felt pain whenever youâre moving? Like.. Since you deviated?â
Connor started to look very confused. âI mean.. Yeah.. The pain is always there in the background it always has been. Itâs worse when I move or I need to push myself physically in the field, of course but..â His confusion ebbed away into uncertainty as he watched your expression change into one of deep worry and sympathy in front of him. âBut.. Isnât that.. Normal?â He finished in a thinner voice.
You shook your head slowly. âGod.. No.. No Connor.. Your body isnât supposed to hurt all the time.. Thatâs..â You paused, collecting yourself a bit. âCan you tell me if you suffered any injuries before you deviated?â
Connorâs eyes turned unfocused and his LED spun yellow, this time because he was processing his time from his activation up until his deviation. It only took five seconds before his brown eyes returned back to you, alert once more, and he started to sum up his findings;
âI was shot in both my shoulders, I was gut punched by detective Reed, been tackled, I was hit by two cars on the highway, I fell off a building twice, fell through a window, I was in a few fights, once a deviant ripped out my thirium pump and stabbed my hand to a counter with a kitchen knife then-â
âAlright, I get it. Thatâs plenty, thank you!â You interrupted his list sensing he wasnât near done but having heard plenty to make a calculated conclusion âYour body suffered so much trauma and injury before you deviated, that being in constant pain has become your ânormalâ, because thatâs how its always been for you ever since you became deviant.. Itâs horrible thatâs how itâs been for you, but it explains a lot.â
Connor seems to process your words for a few seconds. âOh.. I suppose that makes sense..â He muttered then rubbed his neck and sighed. âWell, I feel a bit foolish now to be honest.. I just.. I really thought it was normal to feel this way..â He looked at you slightly lost. âIt wasnât until yesterday, after you seemed so shocked at my condition, I began to suspect something wasnât right..â
âHey.â You placed a gentle hand on the androidâs knee, catching his eyes again and offered him a soft smile. âItâs not foolish Connor. Not at all! This has just always been your reality. The important thing is now you know this isnât how itâs supposed to be and I want to do everything I can to help take his pain away from you so you never have to suffer alone like this again, deal?â
Connor seemed to peak up a little by your reassurance and managed a small smile of his own. âDeal.â He agreed.
âGood. Now tell me.. Where do you find your pain to be most intense for you most days?â
âMy shoulders, lower back and both my knees usually causes me most discomfort.â
âThen thatâs the areas weâll focus on first, starting with your back today. Now Iâm sorry but Iâm afraid this wonât be very pleasant, at least not to begin with, but itâs a necessary evil. Just promise me to let me know if you need a break or if something feels off, I know your pain threshold is high but that just makes it that more important for you to comunicate with me, ok?â
Connor nodded. âI understand Y/N. Iâll do my best.â
Satisfied you instructed Connor to take off his pants as well and get situated under the sheet draped over the table on his front, to make sure he was as comfortable as possible and giving you unobstructed access to his entire back without issue. You left the room briefly to give him some privacy to get settled and used the time to fetch the oil you were going to use. When you returned the android was laying as instructed.
You made sure to announce your presence before you gently placed a hand on his bare shoulder. âSince your synthetic muscles in your entire back is so tense and knotted already Iâm going to use a massage gun-â You showed him the device in your other hand under the table where his face peaked through the hole supporting the head. â- to help me loosen you up while sparring my hands a bit. It uses a combination of vibrations and heat and can feel a bit intense, but it hardly makes any noise so again, if you need a break or anything else just let me know.â
âI will.â
âGood, Iâm gonna begin then.â You turned the gun on a medium setting, making the rounded ball in the front vibrate back and forth. You touched the tip and could feel a pleasant warmth emanating from it as well, ready to seep in and help loosen the tight muscles. With practiced ease you pressed it down to run along his upper neck and down the trapezius muscle on his left.
Connor let out a soft groan as no doubt the sensation aggravated his sore synthetic tissue. You winched a bit in sympathy, but there really was nothing for it and repeated the motion on his other side with the same response. You worked over his neck and shoulder area for about 10 minutes and then moved on to run the palpating device down along the dorsi muscles next to his spine. The hand not holding the gun ran ahead, feeling out where the worst knots were located so you could pause and work out the worst tension where itâs most needed. Connor kept as silent and stoic throughout the session as well as you suspected, but still couldnât suppress the occasional hiss or groan of discomfort whenever you needed to work out a tight knot. You managed to reach his lower back where, sure enough, the tension was worst. Youâd just located a particular hard knot on the right side and moved the gun over it when you felt Connor tense up gripping the edge of the table and pushed his chest off with a gasp.
âBreak..â He called out. âI need a break, please.â He groaned out in a pained voice.
You immediately pulled away, turning off the massage gun and setting it on a table next to you. âOf course.â You walked over to a storage cupboard where youâd stacked up different kinds of thirium packs and selected a lemon ice tea flavoured one, youâd been assured by Hank was one of the detectiveâs favourites. âHere, try and drink a bit of this.â You offered.
Connor looked up at the offered drink as he lay with his elbows resting on the surface of the padded table. His face was flushed blue and there were a tightens around his eyes. He accepted the blue blood and took a generous drink. âThanks.â He breathed and allowed you to take back the half empty pack. âSorry, I just.. That spot has always been.. Troublesome..â He explained, avoiding eye contact and looking slightly embarrassed about his outburst.
âNo need to apologise, I know this isnât pleasant, but youâre doing really well. I you prefer we can call it a day and pick up again tomorrow.â You proposed.
Connor shook his head gently. âNo itâs okay.. I can take it.â
âItâs not an issue being able to take it Connor, I know you can, but this is not a race. Your health is whatâs most important and weâll get you sorted in a tempo your body is comfortable with and no faster.â
Connor looked at you and seemed to muse over your words for a few moments before he nodded solemnly. âI understand, still.. I feel okay to continue for a bit more.â He said honestly.
You took his words at face value. âAlright, I promise Iâll be gentle.â
After heâd settled back down you picked up the massage gun once more, but adjusted it to a lower setting. You positioned it back down on the knotted tissue, being careful to only apply a mild pressure. Connor tensed up again for a few seconds before you felt him pulling a few deep breaths, forcing his body to try and relax as much as possible. You worked the area over, taking your time as you gradually increased the pressure, feeling the muscle give little by little. Once there was some give and the muscle beneath had been penetrated with enough warmth you turned off the machine and picked the good oil, pumped a bit into you palm to warm in your hands.
âIâm just going to try and loosen you up some more with my hands, keep breathing for me.â You informed softly.
âOkay..â Connor huffed.
You placed your hands down and glided across the still tense muscle to work the oil in. Using your thumbs and heel of your hands you worked slowly deeper and deeper into the straining fibres. Your patience was rewarded when you finally felt the hard knot release.
Connor couldnât hold back a deep and long groan of pure relief as he felt a huge portion of that constant tension thatâd been his companion all days suddenly easing. âAaaahhhh!â
You smiled triumphantly. âThere we go.â You coaxed as you kept rubbing the area throughly for a few more minutes. You shifted over to work out the worst tension on the left side as well, using your own body weight to borrow deep, goading more deep groans of content from the android. You worked your way upwards again, this time keeping your touch and pressure more gentle and alleviating, letting the soothing oli and warmth from the friction of your hands do their things. Returning to the shoulders and neck, you kneaded the muscles along the natural alignment on both sides until you reached all the way up to the hollow in the back of the neck, moving and working down one arm then the other and repeating.
âIâm.. Starting to see why- Ahhh~ People enjoy yo- oohhhh~ ur treatments.. Ah! Thatâs good right there!â Connor groaned as you worked out yet another knot under his left shoulder blade. He could feel more and more tension melt from his overworked muscles the more you worked.
âSee, told you I was good.â You joked with a smile, pleased to see that Connorâs pain and discomfort had eased considerably already. You worked and loosened the tight muscles for another 10 minutes, then did a last sweeping, calming rub down of his entire back area before you pulled back after one last lingering touch. You took one of your soft, white flannels and gently wiped down the excess oil from the androidâs back in soothing motions.
âThere, I think thatâs enough for today. Try and sit up, but do it slowly, you might find yourself a bit lightheaded.â
Connor did as you asked and pushed himself up to sit on the table, keeping the sheet covering his legs. He experimentally rolled his shoulders and twisted his back slightly from side to side and looked at you with a smile and joy in his eyes. âIt feels so much better already! This is amazing!!â He grinned.
You couldnât hold back a wide smile of your own. Seeing the immense relief and restitution just one session had helped the strained android detective was what made your work so rewarding. There was still a long way to go, but this was a good start. âIâm so glad. Weâll get you up and running pain free before you know it. Here..â You handed him the last half of the thirium pack. âDrink this up before you get up and get dressed and letâs set you up for another treatment tomorrow to work on you joints, sounds good?â
Connor nodded his consent as he took a sip of his thirium. âYes, very good. Thanks for taking care of me Y/N.â
âOf course Connor, always. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â You smiled softly. âTake all the time you need ok, Iâll be in the other room filling out your chart, but let me know before youâre leaving.â
âI will, thank you.â Connor smiled back.
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Over the course of the following three weeks Connor came to you for treatment several times a week to work out his many issues. Many of your sessions would start off painful and uncomfortable for the android, but he said the initially pain was worth it for the relief youâd always bring him at the end of each visit. During this time the two of you grew closer and closer and a rewarding friendship formed between you as you found each otherâs company both highly enjoyable and humorous. Little by little Connor improved, thanks to your expertly help and guidance, until heâd made a full recovery and could finally feel how much easier he could move and work without being in constant pain. It was a whole new world for him and he treasured every minute of his new existence.
It was the annual DPD barbecue party and Hank had graciously offered his yard and house to host it. Since Connor had entered his life the previously grumpy lieutenant had grown much more sociable and outgoing as heâd learned to enjoy life once again. The entire precinct, you included, stood spread out in the sunny yard. Hank and Ben were manning the grill as people talked, laughed and enjoyed a cold beer or other beverage. A few of the younger officers were taking advantage of the spacious lawn to play a game of football, which Connor participated in very enthusiastically. You watched in amusement as Connor caught the ball and dodged several attempts at tackling as he advanced towards the designated touchdown area in the other end of the yard. He made it all the way and threw the ball to the ground with a joyful cheer and then proceeded to do a freaking backflip in celebration to the chorus of cheers and laughs from his teammates.
âAre you sure your arenât using you preconstructive softwear to cheat?!â Chris panted with his hands on his knees after having unsuccessfully chased Connor.
âI am not! My speed and dexterity has just improved 21% after Y/N helped me. Itâs not my fault Iâm too fast for you!â Connor teased in a laughing voice.
Chris looked towards you where you sat in a lawn chair under the shadow of a parasole, drink in your hand. âDamn it Y/N! Whyâd you have to make him so damn fast?!â The man yelled at you, clearly joking.
You laughed and lifted your drink in salute. âBecause I could! A little competition is healthy Chris!â
âAh, you young folks are just too soft on him, let me show you how itâs done!â Captain Fowler suddenly chipped in and ran over to join the lineup.
âAlright captain! Youâre going down now punks!â Tina cheered and made some taunting gestures towards the opposing team.
âBring it on!â Connor replied, backing towards his own lineup with his arms spread invitingly and grinning.
âThatâs right, give them hell son!!â Hank cheered and clacked his grill tongs loudly.
You laughed heartedly at the joyful atmosphere that filled the warm summer air and you felt proud and happy to see how much Connor could now enjoy life a whole new way thanks to your help.
THE END
#dbh connor#connorwhump#dbh fandom#whump fic#connor deserves happiness#dbh whump#androids feel pain#dbh#whump#connor rk800#rk800#whump writing#massage#massage fic#reader insert#gender neutral reader#Connor and reader friendship#Hank is a good parent#good parent hank#parent hank
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walks into a dead fandom. hello. i have gifts,
#im only on season 9 so no spoilers please#but heres my babygirl. holds him out#hi rvb fans i come bearing gifts#rvb#red vs blue#rvb church#do i uh. tag all of his names.#rvb epsilon#rvb alpha#rvb fanart#red vs blue fanart#leonard church#this is my s1/human design for him#he gets a little funky later on#see i wanna know how they gave him a human body. explain that one.#did they get a clone?? an empty body?? was it an android programmed to look and think its human and feel pain???#so many questions#regardless i am standing strongly by my brown eyes church idea#im telling you if theyre HIDING THE AI. WHY WOULD THEY MAKE HIM REMOTELY INTERESTING OR OFF-LOOKING#like dont get me wrong i love the neon blue eyes#however. this i feel strongly on. they said make a genaric white man and they did just that#anyway hes my favorite teehee#my art
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yet again thinking about my headcanon that doumeki has one of those flip phones with 5000 oddly specific mascot straps on it thats so heavy its borderline a workout to carry. the weird little creature receptacle. watanuki tried picking it up once and almost dropped it
#xxxholic#i feel like even in current year this would be true#worst come to worst hed have like a phone for fun and a practical phone . like a cheap android#i feel like hes the sort of person who would be like clutching his skull in pain when he realised phone strap holes went away#i like to think he doesn't have an allegience to one specific mascot but likes all of them the weirder the better#like oddly specific small business ones and regional mascots and stuff#average ayukorochan enjoyer#real ones understand#we KNOW in canon he likes funny little guys. any time hes not with his besties hes just hanging out with mokona#i think it could be exploited to make headcanons like this and therefore i do constantly#i think if he saw a real life mascot suit mascot hed like shake their hand all business like#his affinity for weird creatures is canonised by the fact hes head over heels in love with the weirdest one#imagining him pointing at a weird pathetic looking cat mascot and being like 'it reminds me of you' and watanuki kicking him in the shins
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honestly if i had a bigger brain, i would write an entire android shouto fic
#I JUST HAVE SO MANY SCENES IN MY HEAD#you fix his faceplate but cant get him a better eye so he just as this neon blue light#he's always saying things like 'my mother used to read to me when i was young'#and you're always like 'you don't have a mother. you were never young.'#bc you've spent your whole life afraid of machines and how overlord-esque corporations have used them to implement their beliefs#they've taken away so many jobs they are unfeeling they are ruthless they are judge jury and executioner#they're given more power for the sake of being morally grey but they're really just EMOTIONLESS BEINGS THAT SHOULDNâT MAKE CERTAIN DECISION#and then you find him đ„ș#and at first you want to sell him and make a quick buck but his face is all fucked up and then he starts TALKING#telling you he can feel pain and sadness and love#and you're like !!!!! no you cant !!!!!!!!!#and then someone tries to bother you in some bar and shouto smashes his face in â literally smashes HIS FACE IN â#and then someone tries to stab you and he moves in the way and takes it and HE BLEEDS AND HE CRIES AJFHSIAKALAL#AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK !!!!!!!#WAAAAHHHHH#but it would be so in depth i couldnât do it justice honestly akfbsjakqk#GOD i wrote too much in these tags#âż willow writes#âż shut up willow#âż thoughts: shouto#âż theme: android shouto
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marcus is one of the least robotic androids I've ever seen and he's still more convincing than Troy because at least he doesn't groan in pain or PASS OUT when fighting people
#lab rats#looks at troy. why are you like this.#giselle: androids are better than humans because they dont feel pain or emotions#also giselle: *goes out of her way to make androids that feel pain and have emotions*#and just like. comparing marcus in bionic showdown where he seemingly feels no pain during any of the rats attacks or even his death#vs him VERY AUDIBLY screaming in agony when douglas kills him in the vanishing#it seems like giselle goes out of her way to give her androids the ability to feel pain which. girl why#mine.
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I'm understanding almost everything in this code... it's pretty advanced and I'm understanding it đ
#I'M SO IMPRESSED BY THE PROGRESS I MADE IN SO LITTLE TIME!!!!!#i studied a bit two years ago for a couple months and then i had to stop because moving hell#the after months and months of agony i built my desk and got the computer out#and that computer couldn't handle android studio anymore#so i waited more time and got a computer that could handle it#and then the real cold started and i spent months almost unable to think for the cold which slowed me so much#then the extreme cold ended and my eyes decised to go to shit and it was too painful to look at the monitor#and now in just a month i MADE SO MUCH PROGRESS#this is making me very annoyed about all that time wasted because without the last two years nightmarish years i might already be making#money now but yeah at least I'm getting there#god the last two years really feel like a continuous nightmare uh
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i do think itâs interesting that in circles where connor isnât as popular, he gets left out of the âandroids were forced to do thingsâ narrative simply because of what he was forced to do. it still wasnât his choice
#*Â ooc.#i get being bitter when your fave isn't the fandom fave (i'd still warrant he isn;'t no1) but. it's interesting#'he's the bad guy' but did he have any more choice in that than a domestic android?#pain of multishipping when in one of them it sometimes feels like they don't even like connor
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TFW (That Face When) my phone gets so scorching hot after 10min of googling and Deezer listening that I have to wear a glove on my left hand to prevent skin burn injuries. smh
(TFW meant That Face When in the first place. The idea of changing it to "Feel" was something weebs and 4channers made up.)
#tech#mobile phones#android#my phone is a moto one zoom so I guess I should mention that in tags too#I feel general notes work better in orange/purple text than in the tags however#plausible material for 1st degree burn injuries#it made one of my hands feel a bit of pain at least#reclaiming terms#that face when#tfw#I still think Deezer is better than Spotify#gloves
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Different monsters reactions to your period
warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!
A/N: Iâm on my period and wanted to write something horny and comfortingâŠ
Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they canât resist properly mounting and mating you. Youâre their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until youâre too tired to think.
Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once theyâve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum thatâs mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.
Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid youâll attract some underwater predator that thinks youâre easy prey becuase youâre bleeding. Theyâll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!
Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming itâs to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.
Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and theyâre extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. Theyâre strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while youâre crampingâŠ
Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you donât get much rest while theyâre keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that youâre healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.
#cw periods#cw period sex#tw periods#werewolf imagine#werewolf smut#vampire imagine#vampire smut#mermaid x reader#merman x reader#android smut#android x reader#naga x reader#naga smut#incubus x reader#demon smut#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fudger#monster boyfriend#monster fic#chubby!reader#chubby reader#x reader#fem reader#female reader#teratophillia#terat0philliac#teraphilia#terato#exophelia
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#it's my birthday! again if you can believe it#i was going to make a thoughtful post about how i'm not completely bent out of shape this year#because even though it kinda feels like i've been stuck in place without changing these past few years i'm not unhappy.#i find a lot of joy in my life and while things could be better (and there are thing i could be doing to change stuff)#i was put on this earth to have a good time and thats what i've been doing. i'm happy. even if i don't have a lot going on#i guess that everything i wanted to say on the matter... anyway! i wanna complain about android 12 now#my parents got me a new tablet and the jump from android 8 -> 12 is kinda painful#i hate everything about 12 its ugly and unintuitive and feels bloated with shit i dont want or care about#and i hate how the notification pull down looks its disgusting#i wanna go back orz#at least i can turn the gesture menu off... little things in life#i'll get used to it but i have to bitch about it first. revolting. total downgrade in every sense of the word#the things i do to play fgo around here >_>#snow blogging
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đâš MASTERLISTâšđ
[Updated 06.06.23]
06.06.23 Attention: would anyone like me to start/ be added in a tag list? Then please let me know!
If you enjoy my work feel free to message me if you have any request or future prompt ideas. I enjoy doing whump, comfort, smut and any combination of these. I can do angst as well as long as it has a happy ending (The world can be dark enough as it is I refuse to make my writing sad as well).
The only hard no I have is I donât do HanCon. Not judging anyone who enjoy this pairing, I cab understand the appeal for some, but I see Hank and Connorâs relationship as a father/Son one.
Hope to hear from you!
FICS
"Be my good boy" (18+) (NSFW, reader insert, Soft!Dom f!Reader/Sub!Connor, pure smut) Just an excuse to write some pure Connor appreciation smut. With his sensor sensitivity  turned way up and his ability to cum without permission stripped, Connor is at the complete mercy of reader as she edges and teases our favorite android into a moaning, whimpering mess
âA Happy Birthdayâ (Feel-good-fic, Fluff, Good parent Hank, Father/Son relationship) Hank gets thrown a surprise birthday party at work, but thatâs not the only surprise he receives OR The day Connor calls Hank âDadâ for the first time.
"What you deserve" (18+) (NSFW, Smut, Reader insert, Connor/Reader, Fluff) Reader has had a stressful week and relieved to come home for a much needed weekend. Youâre however surprised when you come home and is treated to an amazing, romantic evening that all ends up with the most intense and pleasurable night youâve ever dreamed of!
âA helping hand too manyâ (Whump, Hurt/comfort, Feel-good-fic) Connor is forced to return to work after a grueling case and gets trapped there helping his various coworkes because he's incapable of saying 'no'. He ends up working till utter exhaustion and collapses.
"A whole new world (without pain)" (Whump, reader insert, Connor/Reader friendship,Hurt/comfort) Connor is wound up and in constant pain from his overused and strained muscles and joints. Reader is a physical/ massage therapist working at the DPD who offers him a massage and is horrified to find him so tense. Reader takes the time and care to bring the poor android some much needed relief.
âDeserving of Painâ chap. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [Epilogue] (Heavy Whump, Hurt/comfort, Slight romance) Reed uses Connor's heightened ability to feel pain in a twisted plan convince his coworkers that androids aren't a match or equal to humans.
SNIPPETS
âWorried Hankâ (Whump, Good (pre)parent Hank Anderson, Worried Hank) A small snippet inspired by a reblog of gifs - enjoy!
ââMovieâ Nightâ (18+) (NSFW, Soft!Dom Connor/Male OC, OC John from âDoPâ fic, pure smut) Connor wants to watch the movie, John wants to fuck.. Why not both?
ART WORKS
"Keeping her safe" (Scene for chap. 4 'Deserving of pain')
"It Hurts dad" (Whump, Hank/Connor Father/Son relationship)
âWarning: Core temperature risingâ (NSFW)
#masterpost#master list#connorwhump#dbh connor#dbh#dbh fandom#whump#androids feel pain#whump writing#whump fic#dbh whump#dbh smut#fluff#angst with fluff#feel good fics#dbh fanart
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Android Tim Drake AU:
Drake Industries announced they had successfully created realistic-looking androids that passed the Turing Test (and harder versions of it). They were planning to release commercial models to the public within twenty years.
To go a step farther, the Drakes wanted to ensure no one was skeptical of the androids' abilities to pass as human. Thus, Janet and Jack Drake had a healthy "human" baby by the name of Timothy Jackson Drake. The only individuals aware of this are Tim, Janet, Jack, and a small handful of engineers bound with a fuck ton of NDAs. They planned to tell the public when Tim was eighteen.
While Janet and Jack Drake are aware of Tim's ability to mimic emotions, they do not believe him to be capable of actually feeling them. This leads to Tim's childhood being lonely and neglectful. He is a robot.
At first, Tim is incapable of consuming human foods or using his touch sense. They fix his touch sense by the time he is four (and thus Dick is his first hug), and the food by the time he is six. He is constantly undergoing repairs to allow him to mimic the growth pattern of a child. It's when he is nine that he finally gets pain sensors to discourage and alert him to damage.
Tim is, for all intents and purposes, legally a human. When Janet dies and Jack gets into a coma, Tim stops receiving "growth spurts." He remains the same size even after Jack wakes up from his coma.
When Tim becomes Robin, he does not disclose his status with Bruce, Dick, or anyone else. Given that his parents treat him like an object, a machine, and incapable of feelings, Tim doesn't want to be subjected to that by his heroes either.
Instead, he gaslights the hell out of the Bats, villains, and other heroes whenever he gets hit.
["Tim! You got flung into a building. You are getting a medical exam."
Tim narrows his eyes as his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Bruce.... what are you talking about?"
"I saw you get thrown into a building. You're not getting out of this."
Tim glances to the side and then back to his mentor. He carefully places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "B... Maybe we should have Alfred check you over."
Bruce blinks in shock as his brows furrow. "What?"
Tim purses his lips and shakes his head in pity. "It's okay, B. We'll figure it out. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."
Bruce is so confused and concerned he doesn't ask Tim to get a medical check and agrees to be checked over instead.]
Tim becomes an expert at repairing himself because he can't explain to the engineers (most of who were let go after Janet died) how he got damaged. He spends a lot of nights alone in his room turning off his pain sensors (which isn't an automatic process and is difficult to reach)in order to fix the mangled hand, the gaping gash, the crooked foot, etc.
Kon, and conversely YJ, are the first to find out about his status (darn x-ray vision and super hearing). This encourages Tim to create artificial sounds within himself to fool Superman when they first meet. This also forces Tim to wear a long-sleeved uniform and a hood to hide from x-ray vision.
Tim finds comradery with Red Tornado.
When Jack wakes up from his coma, he originally treats Tim as he did before: an object. Dana, though, changes this. Jack can't explain why he treats his "son" that way and slowly morphs into becoming a good father.
It starts as only occurring when Dana is in the room and ends with a very bitter and antagonistic Jack when she leaves. He is initially disturbed by how much Tim is "faking" emotions, particularly because Tim learned to conceal his emotions from his parents as a coping mechanism (not that Jack knows this).
As they start spending more and more time together, Jack begins accepting the idea that Tim is capable of emotions. He starts caring and loving the kid as his own.
Because of this, Jack becomes fearful for Tim. When he learns that Tim is Robin, he is both jealous of Bruce's relationship with Tim and absolutely terrified for his son (what happens if people find out that Tim is an android? How would they treat him? Tim told Jack the Waynes don't know about his status. What if Tim gets injured too badly during a mission and they find out?)
This is why Jack initially forbids Tim from being Robin. There is way too much at stake for Tim if he continues (even though, theoretically, Tim can't die. Jack can keep saves of Tim and import him into a new body if necessary. They both don't want to do this, however, because Tim's body is his. It would feel weird and wrong to put him in another one).
While Tim is prohibited from being Robin, Jack bankrupts his company in the process of getting Tim rights. He bribes the hell out of judges, law makers, etc. to subtly put I'm rights for androids. He wants Tim to have full access to his inheritance, to freedom, and to everything humans can do. He doesn't want Tim to be without it.
Tim doesn't understand why Drake Industries is going under and is pissed at Jack for preventing him from being Robin. Robin is everything to Tim. It allows him to be treated as human. It connects him to so many people.
It's only afterwards, when Tim is finally allowed to be Robin again (and Jack has ensured he did everything he could for now for Tim's rights), that Tim fully understands how much Jack loves and cares for him.
Then Jack dies.
Tim is able to hide the fact that he's an android up until a Red Helmet asshole breaks into the Tower. While YJ whisk him away before the Bats can find out, Jason knows. Jason found out.
#tim drake#dc au#android au#good parent jack drake#eventually#jack drake loves tim#jack drake#i like to imagine janet learns to love her kid too but only after she dies#when jack meets her in the after life she's so proud of jack for being there for their son#i love jason todd y'all#this isn't hate on jason
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CYBER BOY | JJK (m)
Pairing | Jungkook x Reader
Word Count | 12K, not bad!
Genre | Android! Jungkook x Grad Student! Reader, Fluff, Smut
Summary | Jimin, as much as you love him, is a major pain in your ass. After dragging you to his store against your will (literally) you end up with; the newly manufactured, eerily human Jungkook android model. He's so human, you begin to have questions.
Index | A lot of fluff, reader is terrified, Jungkook is a sweetheart, Jungkook is absolutely whipped, Jungkook is good at anything and everything you could think of, including pleasing you ;), soft smut, Jungkook just wants you to feel good
A/N | You don't really need to know the lore of Detroit Become Human, it's just briefly mentioned in the story. Cyber Life is basically a manufacturer of robots/androids, that's really all the background you need for the story. Enjoy! <3
Jiminâs very busy today talking your ear off. Well, more than normal you should say. Two weeks ago he scored this huge paid internship with CyberLife, a company that currently holds a monopoly over all other tech companies with its superior android manufacturing, innovative technology, and competitive prices that âAre to sure surpass your expectations.â He was ecstatic, going on about how maybe theyâll gift him an android as an intern present (spoiler alert, they did not.) Regardless, they pay him very well for an internship and he loves their technology so heâs still happy. Now, itâs something about a new android heâs droning on about.Â
âNo, I donât think you understand Y/n.â Jimin clarifies, walking alongside you on the campus pathway. âOne in the entire world, only one is being made.âÂ
âI understand plenty, Jim.â You genuinely laugh, side-eyeing him as he questions your intelligence. âI think I understood the first time you said thereâs only one, and the second time, and the third, and now the hundredth.âÂ
âAnd you donât even want to see him?! I donât understand!!â Jimin almost yells, wide eyes as he turns to you to emphasize his point.Â
Ever since Jimin scored the internship, you constantly refuse to ever step foot in the company. Mostly because you know Jimin would try to market to you, and heâs got a reputation for never getting told no. Thatâs the excuse you always gave, telling him off every time heâd talk about the âlow low price of 4,999 dollars!â Secondly, the androids freak you out a bit. Theyâre hyper-realistic, all the way down to every single man-made eyelash on their face. Youâre sure if you look close enough, you could probably see fake pores.Â
However, you donât hate artificial intelligence at all, nor are you a part of the momentum-gaining group of âandroids are stealing our jobs, and ruining society!â You suppose for you, itâs just how realistic they look, act, speak, and walk. Everything about them is human-like. Maybe if they had a Siri-sounding voice, or walked stiff, maybe youâd get behind the idea of owning one.Â
âYou would try and get me to buy it, why are you saying him? You never do that Jimin?â You ask, laughing softly. âWhat, you got a crush on him?â You raise your brows, elbowing him with your hands remaining in your pockets, cold air waiting for the opportunity to bite at your skin.Â
Jimin scoffs in defense, pretending you offended him as he shoves you away. âWe were told to market it as him because heâs so realistic most people apparently wonât know the difference.âÂ
ââŠAnd you want me to buy that thing!?! An android that is so human you canât even tell?!â You ask, feet stopping in their tracks. âJimin, youâre out of your mind.â You roll your eyes, beginning to turn around, and instead, make your way to your apartment complex.Â
âNooo, at least walk me to the store like always. This isnât fair!â Jimin complains like a child, stomping his feet softly in the thin layer of snow thatâs beginning to form on the sidewalk. âI just wanted to tell you because I think itâs interesting, I promise I wonât market him to you.âÂ
âYouâre a liar.â You turn back, unable to fight back the smile as you walk up to him. âFine, letâs get going before it starts snowing harder. Iâd hate for you to be covered in it and you ruin all your bots with the liquid.â Sticking out your tongue, Jimin mimics you as he does it back.Â
âIt wouldnât ruin them, c'mon Y/n. Theyâre waterproof.âÂ
âJimin.â
âRight, sorry sorry.â
Jimin stops talking about androids for the rest of the walk, instead beginning his daily oversharing session, as he vents about this mystery boy âTaehyungâ heâs been seeing. Jimin claims heâs always on campus, everywhere, but you have yet to see him. Secretly, youâre starting to believe Jimin is making parts of him up. He wraps up the rant as you approach the door, âAnyways, he seems genuinely sweet. I think Iâll give it a chance.â
âYeah, I also think he seems nice. Maybe itâll be worth it.â You shrug, beginning to pull your arm away from Jiminâs where theyâre interlinked.Â
âJust likeâŠyou should give our androids a chance.â You're dragged into the store before you can even get another word in, Jimin locking down extra hard on your arm in case you fight it. As the doors close behind the both of you, you finally give in. âThat big box over there, thatâs our new one-of-a-kind boy.â Jimin beams, walking you over to it. Thereâs only the logo of cyber life on the front, no model codes, details, or specifications anywhere to be seen.Â
âSo, whatâs he look like?â You ask, finally able to pry your arm away from Jiminâs chokehold.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you donât know??âÂ
âExactly what I mean, I donât know.â Jimin spits jokingly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. âCyberLife is keeping all the details under wraps, I suppose whoever gets him is the first to find out. Personally, I think itâs to see if people recognize it as an android if the owner takes him out into public.â The information feels like whiplash, as does the mixing of it, him, and owner.Â
âThat is the freakiest thing Iâve ever heard.â You laugh. âSo, how much is he going for?â You shrug as Jimin smirks at you, eventually punching his arm.Â
âWhat, you want him?â He earns himself another punch. âHeâs not.âÂ
âJimin, what the fuck? Is this an empty box???â You're now beginning to think Jimin is fucking with you. Maybe a prank to see how gullible you are to the information he tells you, never really questioning his nerdy rants. âNo characteristics, no price, let me guess, no name next huh?âÂ
âDing ding ding.â Jimin chuckles. âThe model doesnât have a name. He introduces himself to his owner one-on-one.âÂ
âIâm leaving.âÂ
âWait wait wait, donât you want to know how you can get him if heâs not for sale?â He coaxes you back to the box laughing the entire time as he speaks. Once again grabbing you so you donât have a chance to run away, youâre left trapped. If the androids surrounding you in the store are already this realistic, youâre a bit afraid to see whatâs in the box honestly. âArenât you at least a bit curious, an android not up for sale hm?âÂ
âWith the information you just gave me, itâs an empty box up for sale,â You complain, ready to go home and cozy up on the couch with this weather. Itâs cold, wet, and youâre already slipping into your winter break laziness.Â
âIt's a raffle.âÂ
âOh great.âÂ
âIâll enter you into it.â Jimin beams, running over to a computer behind the cashier counter. You groan loudly, beginning to follow him to stop his antics. âUhm maâam, employees only beyond this point.â Jimin changes his tone to his customer service voice, holding a hand in front of your face. âIâll be with you in one moment.âÂ
âJimin, this isnât funny. Iâm going to kick your ass,â You complain, glancing over your shoulder to the large box behind you as if heâd pop out at any moment. âI donât even want the opportunity to own him, people would probably kill others over him.â
âOne moment, please maâam,â He speaks, breaking up into laughter throughout his sentence. Youâre helpless as you stand at the counter, watching in disbelief as he types in all of your information faster than the speed of light.
âI wish we never sat next to each other in Introduction to Computer Science.â You laugh, watching him click submit before making his way back to where you stand by the box.Â
âRaffle results come out tomorrow. Thatâs why I had to drag you here.â Jimin beams, âIf you donât want him, you can always give him to me.âÂ
Faking a gag, you begin your way out of the store. âI'm going home, Jimin. I'm gonna be spending my winter break alone, android-less, binge-watching movies, so feel free to stop by.â You smile, waving to him from the door. Jimin inserts some snarky remark that you donât really catch, rolling your eyes at him through the window regardless.Â
Doing exactly as you promised yourself, you all but melt into the soft bed youâve been in a long-distance relationship with the entire semester. Now, youâre able to catch up with spring classes being an entire month away. You spend the rest of your afternoon double-checking that all of your assignments are in before allowing yourself to sleep. The next day, you begin your marathons, finally catching up on all the shows you said youâd watch. With a content sigh, you begin your second binge-watching marathon of the break. Itâs cut short just one episode in, a small knock catching your attention. Following it, itâs your front door.Â
âHi, Jimin, do you wanna-â Itâs not Jimin standing on the other side of the door, not at all. There are two tall men, with a big box placed in the middle of either one of them. âOh, sorry. I was expecting someone else. How can I help you guys?âÂ
âIs this the residence of Y/n L/n?â One asks, making your throat run dry as you glance at the box behind them. âIf you could just sign off on your delivery, free of charge provided by the company.â Glancing down at the paper presented, CyberLife. Shaky hands sign a sloppy signature, the movers quickly move in and place the box in the middle of the walkway before rushing off. Closing the door behind you, youâre at a loss.Â
Wouldnât they call you if you won? Or an email? Or mail? Who in their right mind just comes and delivers such an expensive and precious item without some sort of confirmation beforehand??? Your normally cozy and comfortable apartment suddenly feels too small with the box in it, another human-like thing occupying the space.Â
âJimin?!â This has to be a prank, Jimin has to be laughing his ass off in this stupid box. With caution, you press an ear against the metal and try to hear laughing, snorting, breathing, anything. The box is white and blue, only confirming the high possibility of an android being inside. âJimin, if you're in this box, Iâm going to kill you for real this time.â You give a fair warning, pressing and pulling hard on the side handle. It opens smoothly, the door not even creaking once as you pull it open.Â
You jump hard as you peek into it, not Jimin. Definitely not Jimin. Hiding behind the door, you peek once more into the inside to take in the sight. HeâsâŠpretty? Somehow his android skin is activated without even being turned on yet, hair styled with his bangs pushed back from his forehead. His nose is slightly large, but it fits his face perfectly. Thereâs a small mole underneath his lower lip that you think is an interesting addition to an android model.Â
With a hard beating heart that feels as though itâll burst through your rib cage, you abandon your protection. Thereâs an owner's manual placed neatly in front of his body that you pick up with shaky hands. Activate your android by pressing on its led sensor for 10 seconds. Itâs the longest 10 seconds of your life, heart hammering against your bones.
His eyes slowly peel open, blinking a couple of times as he takes in his surroundings. Human, scarily human. Heâs careful of your reaction as he steps out of his box to not scare you too badly, pushing the door closed behind him to create more room in the small apartment. âHello, Iâm Jungkook.âÂ
There it is.Â
You donât answer, prompting him to continue introducing himself. âIâm a one-of-a-kind android that was beneficial for promotional purposes, but mainly I'm built to be the best companion possible for my owner. I possess old and new features that are designed to make the everyday life of my companion significantly better.âÂ
âJungkook?â You mumble, his name feels way too human. âWhatâs your full name?âÂ
âJeon Jungkook, from Busan, South Korea.â You could throw up everywhere, the realistic bot smiling softly as he stands in front of you.Â
âYeah, yeah sorry. Iâm Y/n. âŠyou are an android, right? Do you mind if I, uh?â You gesture to his chest. Your brain is struggling to believe heâs an android and not some sort of joke sent to you. Jungkook happily obliges, removing his synthetic skin and popping open his chest panel. Stepping a bit closer, you can definitely confirm that they are CyberLife organs and blue blood. âOkay, sorry Iâm just having trouble adjusting, thatâs all,â You mumble, closing his panel for him.Â
âThere is usually an adjustment period for new owners. Have you had another android in the past?â Jungkook asks, glancing around your apartment for any sign of one. He takes a couple of steps away from the box, feet making no noise despite being a giant piece of what is essentially machinery. Freaky.
âOh, no no. Itâs not that Iâve been against it, I just havenât had the money or need for one I suppose.â You explain, feeling like you owe him an explanation as to why you donât have an earlier model. âIâm a grad student, you see?âÂ
Jungkook nods softly, gesturing to the couch for you to sit down. You follow, a bit confused as to what this could possibly be about. It feels as though heâs about to break up with you, making you laugh softly to yourself as you sit on the opposite side of the couch. âIâm not sure what needs you have, but just let me know and I will do my best to fulfill them. This can range from construction, gardening, cooking, cleaning, companionship, intimacy, etc.âÂ
âIntimacy, what does that even mean in terms of an android?âÂ
âSome androids are designed to carry out human wants and desires for sexual intercourse-â
âOkay, okay, sorry I asked.â You cut Jungkook off before he can give you the long, likely in-depth explanation of their usage. âSo, what do you want to do around here? I mean itâs just me, so itâll probably get pretty lonely unless you come to my classes with me.â You chuckle. âI mean, itâs not very big but itâs comfortable, feel free to help yourself to whatever youâd like.âÂ
âI want to do what you want me to do, Y/n,â Jungkook answers, speaking like a true CyberLife android, a computer.
âGod, itâs so weird.â You complain. âYou look so human but act like youâre an android, so itâs just throwing me off.â You smile softly, watching as he smiles back. His smile is pretty, perfectly aligned teeth on full display. When he smiles hard, small wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes which you find oddly endearing. âYour LED also is barely noticeable, just all of it together tricks my mind into thinking youâre a human.âÂ
âThatâs how I was engineered, with that in mind.â He smiles, âI donât think Iâll be mass-marketed due to how human my design is, it would likely cause unrest within society.â You nod along to that, it most definitely would only make the anti-android movement worse. âIf youâd like, I can adjust my LED to be more of the stereotypical android look.â
âNo, no thatâs okay. I like you however you present yourself. But, can you change your hairstyle? Itâs just a bit too CyberLife, fresh out of the package if you want to go out in public later on.â You shrug, once again feeling the need to explain to him. He does, switching through various hairstyles before deciding on one. Itâs slightly longer, with soft waves making it look fluffier than before. Itâs still just as dark, but it suits him.Â
âI can also simulate body modifications such as piercings, tattoos, scarification, split tongue, stretched lobes, whatever you would wish for me to look like,â Jungkook informs, once again sounding fresh out of the box.Â
âYou do whichever ones youâd like, Jungkook. Itâs your body, fake or not.â You smile, watching as he shuffles through the catalog of options in his head. A giant smile overtakes his face as he comes out with two face piercings, a couple of ear ones, and most notably his tattoo sleeve.Â
âUhm, is this okay? I can always change my setting back if you prefer it-â
âItâs okay, Jungkook. We gotta get you out of your default settings, jeez.â You laugh. âIâm not really sure what to do now, I was watching a TV show if youâd like to watch it with me?â
âIâd love to.â He beams, watching as you jog into your room. (You forgot the name of it already, mind racing 1000 miles a minute with everything going on.) You come back out with blankets to hide it, handing him one as you set up the living room TV. âIâd also love to make you dinner while we watch, would that be okay?â
âKook, YES. I donât mind what you do unless itâs like actively punching holes in my drywall. Then maybe Iâll draw the line.â You joke, finally earning a laugh from him. Itâs contagious, spreading over to you as you giggle along. You donât think youâve completely wrapped your brain around the fact that heâs one of a kind, purposely engineered to basically do anything and everything, and so annoyingly pretty as he sits in your small apartment content as ever. âAlso, Iâm not sure if you notice, but your footsteps make almost no noise. Itâs okay to make sounds. I think if you walk around here completely silent you'll probably scare the shit out of me.â
âNoted.â Jungkook chuckles, sliding off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen. He makes more noise this time, and itâs much more comfortable that way. The soft knocking of pots and pans fills the background, not enough to be annoying but enough to let you know there is someone else here. Maybe, and youâd never ever admit it to Jimin, his addition to your home is starting to feel like it will be a welcomed one.
Getting used to having another person, an android, in the house is a learning experience. The following morning after he was delivered, you had completely forgotten all about him in your half-awake state. After using the bathroom, your feet shuffle out into the kitchen in search of any sustenance before you start the day, Jimin already texting you to ensure you guys are still on for your morning coffee run and walk to the CyberLife store.
âGood morning, I made you-â
Youâve never screamed so loud, so early in the morning. Youâre sure you woke up all of your neighbors in a 5-door radius, along with the incoming noise complaint that is surely on its way. You screamed so loud that Jungkook has to recalibrate his audio processing system, standing still for multiple minutes as it reboots.Â
âSorry, sorry Kook.â You cackle after the initial fright, hands holding your stomach as you almost cry from laughter. âAdjustment period, remember when you said that?â You laugh harder, making your way over to him. Jungkook laughs softly along with you, not nearly as hard but he feels happy seeing you so happy. He grins hard as you wipe away your tears, your stomach hurting from just how hard you're laughing. âOkay, okay, thatâs enough. I have to stop.â With another glance at Jungkook in the kitchen, youâre cracking up again.Â
âY/n! I thought Iâd be nice and make you breakfast!â Jungkook whines as you continue laughing at him, unable to hold it back for longer than one-minute intervals. You slowly calm down over the course of the next 10 minutes, forcing yourself to not think about it. âAnyway, I made you a breakfast sandwich. Iâm not sure if you have anything to do today but-â Jungkook stops talking as he notices your chest heaving, trying hard not to laugh. âAre you-are you serious?? You can't even look at me huh?â Jungkook cracks, smiling hard.Â
At this point, there are tears rolling down your face. âSorry, sorry. Okay, Iâm done for real this time. Just had to get it out of my system.â
âUh-huh, sure.â Jungkook jokes, putting the plate in front of you regardless of you continuing to giggle every now and then.Â
âIâm not sure what youâd like to do today, but Iâm gonna go out with a friend for a bit. Thereâs not much to do here, Iâm normally used to being out all the time, but thereâs Netflix, Hulu, Disney, whatever youâd like to watch.â You talk in between bites, rushing as you inhale the food. You get ready quickly, awkwardly side-hug Jungkook as a goodbye, and rush off to meet up with Jimin.
Jimin is as ecstatic as ever, going on and on about who he thinks got the android in yesterdayâs raffle. He gets his hopes up a bit before going to the store, coming up with the idea that maybe no one won and heâll be unboxed today. Nerves flood throughout your body, your mind thinking back to the sweet boy that made you breakfast this morning. âAnyway, whatâre you up to today?â Jimin sighs after his excitement, strolling along the sidewalk with his drink in hand.Â
âProbably a bit of holiday shopping, and hanging out with a friend-â
âA friend?! Who? Do I know them?â He interrupts you, immediately questioning.Â
âNo, no I donât think you do. Heâs a family friend of my momâs side-â
âHE?â
âI hate talking to you.â You laugh, no longer feeling the need to continue talking about it. You ignore Jiminâs prying questions, favoring dismissing all of them. Whatâs he look like? Whereâs he from? Is he cute? Whatâs his name? Is he nice? Jimin brings up anything and everything. âOkay, weâre here, oh noooo.â You chuckle, pretending to be disappointed.Â
âIâll find out eventually.â Jimin sticks his tongue out at you before entering the store. Heâs beyond disappointed that the box is no longer sitting in the store, texting you about it as you walk home.
Coming home, youâre a bit more prepared as you enter your apartment, spotting Jungkook in the living room. The upcoming week is your adjustment period, slowly becoming less and less spooked by his presence in your cozy home. Jungkook has learned to turn down his hearing slightly in the mornings until you get used to him, no longer having to re-coordinate his processing system constantly. Youâve also warmed up a lot to him over the week, the sweet android quickly becoming a part of your everyday life and holding a fond place in your heart. Youâve made movie nights become a ritual, cuddling up to Jungkook on colder nights. (Heâs aware and even adjusts his systems to make himself put out more heat for you.)Â
Jungkook is also the best listener you know, listening and taking in all of the stories youâre willing to tell him. He knows a lot about Jimin, as you seem to hang out with him the most. He had dumbly asked if he was your boyfriend, sending you into another laughing fit you were unable to stop. Along with this, heâs started accompanying you out more. Jungkook comes on grocery runs with you, goes to the library with you, goes to the nearby cafe you frequent, and even begins joining you on nights out at clubs. Itâs scary how no one realizes heâs an android and doesnât even bat an eye at him even in android-free spaces.
Most nights out, Jungkook has to fight you into bed in your tipsy state. You appreciate him for it, and all of the patience he shows you. âY/n, let me take off your makeup.â Jungkook giggles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he holds a makeup wipe in his hand. Heâs carefully holding your ankle in his palm, keeping you from sliding head first off the bed if you move too much. As you shuffle around to better lay on the bed, he no longer needs to restrain you. Currently, you have the spins, holding onto Jungkookâs clothes in a death grip to ground yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at you. âItâll just take two seconds, come here.âÂ
You finally oblige, shuffling around to place your head in his lap. âDo your worst, pretty boy.â You slur slightly, smiling up at him.Â
âPretty boy?â Kook raises a brow at you.
âMhmm, my pretty boy.â You nod, wearing a soft smile as Jungkook wipes your makeup off. âYou wanna sleep with me?â
âSorry?â Jungkook almost chokes on his fake spit.Â
âYouâre warm, come, lay down.â You coax him, pulling him down. Youâre not laying on the bed the right way at all, heads laying at the foot of the bed. Youâre also slightly diagonal, not caring at all as you cuddle close to him for warmth. Jungkook smiles hard as you nuzzle into his chest, one of your legs swinging over his. âWarm, soft.â You hum. You get the best sleep of your entire life, and it now becomes a normal thing for Jungkook to lay with you.Â
You learn a lot about him during this time as well. One, Jungkook can taste and eat as his program allows him to. He doesnât need to at all, but once again he was built for companionship and he canât think of anything sadder than people eating meals alone. You had learned this when Jungkook offered to eat with you, confusing you to hell and back before actually explaining. Now, you always make him get something when you guys go out in public, to really sell the whole heâs just a human drinking his overpriced cafe drink!! Considering other androids don't eat or drink anything other than blue blood, it really adds to his non-android appearance.
Two, heâs been programmed to be good at absolutely everything.Â
Personal fitness: Jungkook is more than happy to accompany you on jogs, encouraging you but also giving you the peace of mind you need when running through rough parts of town. Along with this, he somehow is able to calculate your strides and distance, which you believe blindly and donât even question. Lastly, heâs able to carry water and electrolyte snacks that he claims are good for you when youâre physically active. When you refuse to drink, Jungkook jokingly wrestles you into submission until you take at least one sip. Â
Cooking: Jungkook has taken to making all of your meals, and youâre not even upset about it. Every meal is different but just as delicious, you assume he has some sort of chef programming. When you donât have an item Jungkook needs, heâs more than willing to go out and get it for you. Youâre a bit too anxious to send him on his own, but in reality, heâd probably be okay given his appearance. Despite taking over cooking needs, if youâre lucky he sometimes lets you help out with baking holiday cookies. Jungkook still takes to distracting you, twirling you around with a giant smile to the music playing in the background.Â
âKook,â You whine, a giant smile plastered on your face despite complaints. You can feel Jungkook smile as he tucks his face into your neck, one hand holding your waist and the other taking your palm into his own. âThe cookies will burn.â
âThey still have 3 minutes, donât worry hun.â Jungkook smiles hard, pulling back to look at you. You match the cheek-aching smile, forced to twirl as Kook easily spins you. Getting carried away, the cookies did slightly burn in the oven.Â
Makeup (yes, even makeup): Jungkook had offered to help you get ready for a research-related conference, letâs just say you got a lot of compliments that night. Â
Cleaning: You tell him constantly he doesnât have to spend his days cleaning, but he listens very minimally and still picks up for you every day. Sometimes he tries to hide it from you, placing a very strategic piece of laundry on your floor to give the illusion that he didnât clean. (It never works how he intends, once there was a random towel in the hallway while every other room was completely spotless. He was embarrassed about it the whole day.)
Security: Heâs not a fighter under any circumstances at all, you canât even imagine Jungkook getting into an altercation. You suppose he could if he needed, itâs likely somewhere deep in his programming. However, itâs the peace of mind he brings to you every night, you no longer deal with the worry of if your door is locked 1000 times.Â
Helping with your Grad assignments: Kook is a very advanced computer, how can you not?
And just simple companionship on days youâre worn down and tired. On days when you're very stressed out, he happily does your skincare to help you relax along with a small massage he knows from, who knows, somewhere deep in his computer brain.Â
âKook, can you really take your time today, I need the relaxation.â You chuckle, grabbing all of your products and walking out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows, confusion growing even more as he watches you lay down on the floor with a pillow.Â
â....What are you doing?â Jungkook chuckles, standing over you a bit as he peers down.Â
âCome, sit, sit.â Without any more questioning, Jungkook sits with his legs slightly separated. You move to lay in between them, pillow on his lap. Ohhh, he sees now. Jungkook pulls out all of the stops he can with the tools provided, doing your skincare and giving you a massage. âHoly shit, youâre good at this.â
You suppose the only thing youâre unsure of with his skills is his intimacy feature, as you haven't had any reason or want to test it. Youâve been curious about the extent of the features, Jungkook is more than happy to once again explain all of his programming to you. Artificial saliva, physically soft skin, artificial bodily fluids, flexibility, shapes created with pleasure in mind, etc. The list goes on and on. He was also more than happy to offer his services to you, bright-eyed and excited about your reaction. You postpone the offer, maybe another time. At this, Jungkook begins his lecture about how itâs detrimental to oneâs health to be sexually frustrated for too long that you put an end to, as quickly as possible.Â
You haven't introduced Jungkook to Jimin quite yet, a bit scared Jimin would immediately clock your android counterpart as exactly that, an android. You have to explain this to Jungkook, who wants to meet Jimin more than anyone else since you seem to be such great friends. He understands the dilemma but still wants to meet regardless.Â
Maybe four weeks into the break, thereâs a knock on the door that catches Jungkookâs attention more than yours. Youâre busy getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights that are impossibly knotted, Jungkook trying to help out as much as he can. Heâs hesitant after accidentally pulling one of the cords and almost swiping your feet out from underneath you. âCan you go get that please, Kook?â You mumble, lights somehow wrapped around your waist, legs, and neck. Jungkook scurries to do as heâs told, not wanting to take over lights for you.Â
You can hear the door creak open, followed by a period of silence. âWho are you??â Your hands stop moving, eyes blown wide as you glance over to the door. Shit shit shit.Â
âHey Jimin! Come in!â You call from the living room, still hard at work at making the lights cooperate with you. You pray to god he doesnât see you sweat. âI told you about him, remember? Heâs in town for a while on an internship. Jimin, this is Jungkook, a family friend. Jungkook, this is Jimin.â You introduce the two of them. Jimin turns around to face Jungkook, Jungkook quickly catches your eye contact. You mouth to him to turn his LED off completely, which he follows.
âItâs nice to meet you.â Jungkook smiles wide, garland hanging down from his arms as he shakes Jiminâs hand. Jimin shakes his hand back, turning back to you.Â
âY/n! You didnât tell me said friend was so hot!â Finally, the atmosphere breaks as all of you laugh along with each other. The entire interaction is based solely on the assumption you have that no one has seen Jungkookâs design, including Jimin. He doesnât seem to clock Jungkook immediately, joining in on your and Kookâs journey of setting up the decorations. Jimin gets ornaments in order, Kook garland, and you get lights. Next, you all take turns walking around the tree stringing everything up. The star is the scariest part, Jungkook insists on just lifting you to place it atop the tree.Â
Jimin laughs his ass off the entire time, watching as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and easily lifts. âJungkook, my ass is in your face.â You laugh, wobbling slightly as you cackle. Jimin also laughs hard at this.Â
âIâm not looking, promise.â This only makes the group of you laugh harder. Jimin looks at Jungkook to check the accuracy, falling to his knees as he sees Jungkookâs head at a 90-degree angle looking sideways. âPut the star on!â Jungkook calls, laughing softly. Thankfully, you come down unscathed and unharmed. You all settle in, putting on holiday movies to watch.Â
âDo you guys want hot chocolate?â You ask, already getting up and making your way into the kitchen to start making them.
âIâll help.â You send Jungkook a hard glare, seating him back down. âUgh, fine. You never make mine right though.â He complains, sitting back down and grabbing his blanket once more. You can see him and Jimin talking, but youâre unable to hear it over the movie. Walking back in slowly, you cautiously carry three mugs.Â
âHere, you big baby. Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and whipped cream.â You hand Jungkook his and then Jimin's. âAnd regular for you like an adult.â You watch as Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you, making you laugh as you sit down.Â
âExtra chocolate? Kook, do you mind if I taste yours?â Jimin asks, scooching forward to reach over you. Jungkook mumbles something about wanting his whipped cream, quickly licking the majority of it off the top before handing it over. Jimin glances down at the cup before taking a sip, nodding his head. âY/n, can you make mine like that next time?â
âWow.â You laugh, rolling your eyes as you return your attention back to the movie. The night continues without much more commotion, the group of you watching movies and taking turns making cocktails. Jungkook purposely dumbs his down to hide himself, relief washing over you as youâre handed a simple mixed drink. (Jungkook can and will make the most elaborate, bartender-level drinks youâve ever seen.) Maybe heâs not as clueless as he pretends to be.Â
âI think I should get going, gotta get up early in the morning.â Jimin yawns, standing up and stretching. âI wonât make you come get coffee with me since I have to be at work at 6 am.â
At this, you recoil. âSo generous, Jimin. I definitely would not make it there at 5:30.â You laugh, getting up off the couch to walk him out. âDo you want us to walk with you, itâs a bit late Jim.â
â...Tae is picking me up.â You gasp as Jimin opens the door. Jimin slaps a hand over your mouth. âAnd NO! You canât meet him tonight, I have to at least give him a warning in advance.â
âI hate you.â You sigh, jokingly shoving him out of the door frame. âIâll see you soon, loser. Text me when you get home so I know youâre safe and so I know this weird, unknown, creepy Taehyung that Iâve never met didnât kidnap you or something.â Waving goodbye to Jimin, you can finally breathe as you shut the door. âHeâs skeptical of you.â You huff.Â
âI know.â Jungkook mumbles, âI think the hot chocolate and drinks convinced him, though. He stopped being skeptical after that. Now, heâs skeptical and thinks weâre dating.â
You donât know how Jungkook can tell, but you believe him. With a long sigh, you return to the couch, plopping down back onto the blankets. âHeâs too skeptical about everything.â You laugh. Kook follows you into the living room, laying down on top of you. âHe wouldnât care that youâre an android, Kook.â You reassure him, âI just donât want that to be your description and introduction to people we meet.â Jungkook nods in agreement.Â
After the small bout with Jimin, Jungkook settles in very well over the course of December.
He makes breakfast, wishes you a safe trip before your departure if youâre doing somewhere without him, sometimes earns himself a peck on the cheek that makes him blush bright red, picks up around the apartment or organizes, and then just hangs around until you get home. He genuinely believes you getting home is the best part of his day, canât even imagine a better person to wait around for. Sometimes you guys will go out for the evening if youâre not tired, other nights you both stay in and watch tv or movies cuddled close together.Â
For once, youâre not spending the holidays alone. Over the last couple of years, you had always gone over to Jiminâs apartment for company if he was still in town. Other times, you just spent the holiday watching movies. âMerry Christmas Eve, Kook.â You hum, sitting close to him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees are folded underneath you, facing Jungkookâs lap but not on him. Jungkook rests his head on yours, a blanket tossed over both of your laps. Youâve already made cookies and Jungkook started cooking ahead for tomorrowâs Christmas dinner. Jungkook has been scolding you constantly for making him do dumb childish Christmas activities, cookies for Santa, carrots for reindeer, etc. You think itâs cute.
âMerry Christmas Eve, pretty girl.â Jungkook hums back, reaching over to hold your hands. Heâs taken to calling you pet names, making you blush furiously every time.Â
âDo you want an early Christmas present?â You smile hard at him, glancing up at him.Â
âIs that even a question?â Jungkook giggles, watching as you jump off the couch and immediately sprint into the bedroom. He can hear loud rummaging, and heâs about 99% sure youâre in the closet. You come out with a medium-sized gift bag, presenting it to him. Placing it in his lap, you watch with a giant smile as he opens it. Somehow, he reaches underneath his set and instead pulls out your matching pajamas. âY/n, I don't think these will fit me.â He chuckles.Â
âHow do you go underneath the top thing?â You scoff, snatching them out of his hands and quickly hiding them behind your back. Kook chuckles softly as he finally pulls out his set, a giant smile plastered on his face as he examines it. âAnd, I also have one. So we can match.â With loud laughter, you and Jungkook begin sprinting to the hall. You duck into your room, and Jungkook disappears into the bathroom.Â
Your heart feels heavy with emotion as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom on the other side of the hall, you stand in the doorway of your room. âY/n, thank you.â Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering a bit as he reaches out and takes your hand in his. You could cry as he pulls you into his arms, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. âThank you for everything.âÂ
âC'mon now, donât get all sentimental Jeon.â If you get any more sentimental, youâll cry. âYouâre not going anywhere for a while.â
âI wouldnât even think of it.â He smiles, leading you back to your Christmas movie marathon in the living room. Watching movies for the rest of the night, Christmas comes before you even realize it.Â
âMerry Christmas,â Jungkook speaks softly, once again kissing your forehead.Â
âMerry Christmas, my sweet boy.â You kiss his cheek in return, fighting the blush away.Â
Christmas is exactly what youâve dreamed of, eating together, watching movies, opening gifts, setting up and playing with said gifts, and spending plenty of time cuddled up together. For Jungkookâs gifts, you got him a game system and a phone to keep him busy once the spring semester starts in a couple of weeks. Jungkookâs quick to input your number, demanding it as soon as it comes out of the box.Â
âAre you ready for your presents?â Jungkook smiles.Â
âAm I huh?â You question, raising a brow. You weren't expecting anything since Jungkook is an android, and therefore is unable to work unless itâs programmed into him. Along with this, he hasnât asked you for any money within the last couple of weeks. âHow, Kook?â You mumble as he comes out of your apartment's small storage closet with gifts, a bright smile on his face.Â
âI maybe, maybe not, went out and did college kidâs homework and assignments for cash.â Jungkook cheekily smiles, avoiding the look you give him. Heâs lucky heâs so sweet and kind, otherwise, youâd scold him to hell and back for it. At least he was able to get around without being clocked as an android, you choose to look on the bright side. He sets the prettily wrapped box in your lap, yet another thing heâs good at. Itâs a new bookbag and a recipe book, Jungkookâs pretty handwriting, and little doodles filling the pages. Thereâs a card in the bag, you already know itâs going to be sentimental and doubt youâll be unable to read it without crying.
As you suspected, youâre in tears by the end of the card. You sniffle hard as you press it against your face, hiding your tears from Jungkook. âNooo, donât cry. That wasnât my intention.â Jungkook coos at you, wrapping you in his arms with ease. âYour bookbag seemed to have a lot of miles on it, I figured Iâd get you a new one for the upcoming semester. The recipe book is in case you ever want to cook for me, since you always complain about never being able to make me dinner.â Jungkook explains. âAnd the note is just my gratitude, I suppose.â
âI told you no more sentimental stuff.â You chuckle, wiping your tears off your face as you turn to properly hug him. âSorry I didnât write you a card, I didnât even think of it.â You mumble.Â
âI donât need a card, trust me,â Jungkook speaks softly, kissing your cheek where a tear stain still remains. âDo you wanna get back to our movie?â With a nod, Jungkook is quick to put it back on and pull you close to him, allowing you to lay on his chest. The movie begins to wrap up, your mouth opens before you can rethink it.Â
âKook?â
âHm?â
âDo you wish you were human? Or do you wish you were given to a different owner?â You ask curiosity just genuinely wanting to know his answer.
âIâm not sure, really. I suppose being a human has a lot of rules for socializing, existing, and everything else. I know Iâm not a human, but it does feel like I am so I suppose thatâs close enough for me to be content.â Jungkook explains, shrugging softly as he holds you to him. âAnd I donât wish I was given to another human, I really like it here. I think if I were with anyone else, theyâd likely treat me like an android and expect me to, idk, act like one. That seems like a stupid question, given my completely sincere and heartfelt letter.â
You giggle, nodding to agree with him. âYeah, probably. Itâs easy to expect you to act like a perfect android when thatâs how you were marketed, after all.â You giggle, sitting up to peer down at him. Your hands rest on his chest to support some of your weight. Jungkook is very pretty, even prettier peering up at you with eyebrows slightly scrunched together. âI still just can't believe youâre an android, Kook. Sometimes I donât think about it and just see you as a person. Can I ask you something?â
âAnything, always.â Jungkook grits as he stares up at you.Â
âYouâve been using I think and I feel, Jungkook.â Jungkook tenses hard underneath you, fear momentarily flashing across his face. âCyberLife programming doesnât do that. Were you built with a missing code, or did you break your coding when you got here?â You ask softly, hands meeting his face and gently holding it in your palms. Jungkook seems scared, fighting for an appropriate answer to your question. âI like it, Kook. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasnât going to try and recode or reprogram you myself. I just want to know. Your note was also a dead giveaway, Jeon.â
â...I broke out of it partly when I got here and you started asking me to just be myself and not be my program.â Jungkook answers truthfully, âAnd then I broke out of it completely when it wouldnât let me feel love for you, platonically or romantically. I didnât like it, so I got out.â
You smile hard at him, rubbing the stress out of his face softly with your thumbs. Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. âI love you too, Jeon.âÂ
Jungkookâs hands meet your knees on the couch, holding onto them as you sit on his lap. âI donât want to make you uncomfortable Y/n,â Jungkook almost whines underneath you, squeezing your knees. âBut my programming, itâs uhm, on, right now. I canât really control it just yet, it's created to react to your actions and body. And youâre, uhm moving a lot right now. Just give me a minute to-â
â...What if I want to, maybe, utilize these features?âÂ
âOh fuck,â Jungkook whines, hands coming up to cover his face momentarily. His head pushes itself back into the throw pillow he was resting on. You smile as his hair spreads out around his face as he does so.Â
âOnly if thatâs what you want too, Kook.â You mumble, shuffling slightly to better distribute your weight on his lap. Jungkook genuinely whines, his hips bucking slightly against your own as he searches for friction. You rise to your knees slightly at this, Jungkook quickly moving his palms to seat you back down. His warm hands splay across your thighs and finger tips digging at your hips, holding you down. Excitement bubbles deep in your chest, knees squeezing Jungkookâs waist a bit tighter. âKook, I can feel you.â You whine as his hands press your hips into his, the pajamas much thinner than you realized before. âI need words, Jungkook, for confirmation.â
âY/n, Iâve been offered my services for weeks. I have been out of my program for weeks as well,â Jungkook grins, hands sliding, moving your hips to grind down onto him. âThere is nothing I want more.â He answers honestly, sitting up to meet you. âPlease, let me make you feel good.â Jungkook meets your lips, extremely soft as he kisses you. He waits for you to respond, too scared of making you uncomfortable by moving too quickly. Kissing him back, Jungkook is quick to pull you close, chest pressed flush against one another.Â
His eyes quickly meet yours as you pull him back softly by his hair, searching your face for any discomfort as quickly as his computer brain can process human emotion. You donât give him much, your eyes scanning across his features as you take them in. âI just wanna see my pretty boy, thatâs all.â You reassure, pecking his lips a couple of times as you guide him to lay back down on his back. He happily lets you do as you please, god heâd let you do anything. His eyebrows knit together as your cold hands slip underneath the pajama top, easily slipping it up and off. Jungkook is quick to follow, tossing your top off before quickly pulling you down to him, warm skin pressed together. âSo warm, Kook.â You mumble against his lips, your hands finding purchase on his biceps.Â
âSo soft, youâre so soft.â Jungkook groans against your lips, hands kneading your skin underneath them as he explores every inch of exposed skin. He rubs goosebumps away every now and then, holding you even closer. âLet me make you feel good, pretty girl. Lay back for me." Jungkook's voice is husky, lips never fully leaving yours as he talks to you. You follow his instructions, moving to lay on your back as he quickly follows. Youâre completely flipped now, Jungkook in between your legs as he leans over you.Â
His palms never leave you longer than it takes to remove clothing, lips working their way along your jaw. âSo perfect for me, just for me. Always wanna be with you, Y/n.â Jungkook almost babbles into your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. Sooner than you can comprehend, youâre completely bare before him.
âKook, this feels unfair,â You complain, reaching to pull at his pajama pants.Â
Jungkook basically rolls his eyes at you, pulling at his pants and kicking them off behind him, not paying much attention and basically clearing the coffee table. âWould you just focus?â He smiles, having to bite back a soft laugh.Â
âYou just swiped everything off the coffee table.â You comment dryly, also having to bite back a laugh at the situation. âYou know, youâre literally a house robot, youâll be cleaning it up-fuck,â Jungkook isnât listening anymore, sliding down to his torso and nipping at your thighs.
âYou were saying?â He humors you, diving in before giving you a real chance to answer his question. Itâs impossible to talk, mewls and whines slipping through every time you try to come up with some witty, snarky response. Jungkook, smug, knows that. Heâs unrelenting, face buried in between your legs with no signs of moving.Â
âKook, how are you, fuck, so good at this?â You whine, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook, at the pull, groans, animalistic as he gives you exactly what you want. âKook,â You mumble, hips lifting off of the couch to grind against him.Â
âYes, there you go, pretty girl.â Jungkook groans against your skin. You push and pull, moving him exactly how you need, how you want. Jungkook, ever eager to please, could get off on this alone. His hips unconsciously grind against the couch, needing some sort of relief, itâs almost torture. âGotta get you ready, feel good, hm?â Jungkook asks softly, vibration shooting straight to the knot in your stomach. One that only tightens as his fingers move, easily sliding inside, kneading at exactly where you need him.Â
âIs this a programming thing?â You whine, clenching tightly around his fingers from the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need, exactly how to give it to you.Â
âIt's wanting to please you.â He answers quickly, going right back to his work. He can feel you react as you grow closer, clenching tighter around him, grinding harder against his face, thighs closing in around his head. âFeel good, hm?âÂ
âToo good,â You whine, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer, body on fire. âYouâre going to make me cum, gonna cum for you.â Your voice cracks, coming unraveled on his fingers. Jungkook relishes in it, committing every sound to memory, every shake, every twitch of your thighs around his head. He groans as he tastes you, tastes it, arms wrapping tighter around your hips to hold you in place.Â
âKook, need more, need you,â You whine loudly, hands reaching to his shoulders to pull him up. He follows, moaning softly when your legs wrap around his waist.Â
âNeed it, or want it?â He asks, kissing along your skin, âTake it pretty girl, take all you want.â Jungkook leads, softly pulling you up to straddle his hips. Kook pulls at his boxers, helping you maneuver around to get more comfortable. âGonna let you lead, make yourself feel good.â It all feels like too much, body on fire as you grind against him, easily slipping along his cock. Your legs are just now recovering, shaky as you pick your body weight up, easily sliding down.Â
âKook, wait wait fuck,â You whine, hips pressing themselves down until heâs buried as deep as he can, stopping all your movement. âFeels good, really good.â Your skin is on fire, and you have no doubt that your cheeks and ears are bright red. Trying to find purchase anywhere, your hands grip his forearms where they hold your waist. He feels too good, your mind feeling fuzzy as your chest rises and falls as you try to calm down. Pretty, he looks so pretty underneath you as he peers up through half lidded eyes. A small wrinkle forms in between his brows as he focuses all his attention on your pleasure.Â
âPretty girl~â Jungkook almost coos to you, leaning up to press your foreheads against one another. âLet me take care of you, Iâll be so gentle I promise. Lemme make you feel good.â He reassures you, grinding against you to prove his point. Shapes with pleasure in mind weren't a lie, his cock perfectly angled to catch that soft spot inside everytime. Placing your hands onto his chest, you regain a tiny bit of stability as you slide along his cock. The little bit of composure you have is short lived, Jungkookâs beginning to slide out before slowly pushing back in, only stopping when your hips connect again.Â
âSo deep, Kook,â You can only whine, arms losing their strength as you slip down, only holding your hips up and resting on his chest. âSorry, it feels too good,â You apologize as he does all the work, thrusting while also maneuvering your hips to target where it feels best. Everytime he bottoms out, heâs sure to grind against your clit, only adding to your overwhelmed state. Youâve barely even started, barely even moved, and youâre panting like a bitch in heat. A giant smirk comes across Jungkook's face, pride blooming in his chest as you whine and pant all for him.Â
âFeels good, hm? Youâre gonna be a good girl and let me hear you come for me?â He rasps against your ear, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head. âSo pretty, beautiful. All for me.â He encourages, making your face flush further as he forces you to stare into his eyes. It feels as though if you were pinched hard enough youâd wake up. âCome for me Y/n, all over my cock, wanna feel you.â It hits you out of nowhere, almost blind siding you as it washes over your entire body. Your thighs clamp down around Jungkookâs waist hard, trying to still the stimulation. He doesnât allow such luxury, determined to thoroughly ride you through the orgasm, continuing his movement until youâre almost begging.Â
âKook?â Your voice is rough as you finally speak up, shaky hands meeting his chest as you push yourself up once again.Â
âHm?â He acknowledges you, hands running across your skin to smooth out any goosebumps that remain. Youâre about 90% sure his touch is whatâs sprouting them, but you donât have the mindfulness right now to tell him that.Â
âWhy does it feel so good? Sâlike I can't even think with you inside me.â You whimper as you feel him throb, hips beginning to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. Jungkook beams underneath you as you instinctively fuck yourself onto him, so desperate for pleasure. Your brows knit together and bottom lip is quickly caught between your teeth as you grind your clit against him, cock nudging your g spot simultaneously.Â
âHmmm, I don't know. Scientifically there are multiple answers for that. But realistically, itâs likely my design and programming, and the fact you haven't been touched the entire time Iâve been here.â He chuckles at the last bit, reminiscing on all the lectures about sexual health and how too much frustration is a bad thing, âYouâre extra sensitive, and I know just what to do, where to touch, how to make you tick, Y/n.â He teases as he slowly rubs the pad of his thumb into your swollen clit, the sensation making you cave in on yourself as you try to avoid it. âCute.â
âJungkook, mâserious!â You slur, rocking softly.Â
âI know pretty girl, I know. I can tell.â Jungkook chides, clearly finding some sort of humor as he watches you shake and twitch because of his cock. âYou feel good, hm? Help yourself pretty.âÂ
âI'll try,â You nod, your bottom lip finding its place between your teeth once more. Your feet lift a bit to hook around Jungkookâs inner thighs, giving you some sort of leverage to fuck yourself up and down. The very first movement is already pulling a whine from past your lips, so sensitive already. Jungkook's eyes are fixated where the two of you are connected, giant eyes watching his cock disappear and reappear. He feels himself throb as a ring of your cum begins to form, deep, deep pride and smugness brewing.Â
âTaking me so good, riding me so well.'' Jungkook praises, feeling his cock jump once again as your thighs begin to tremble softly. âFeels good?â Jungkook coos, palms beginning to run over the muscle.Â
âReally good,â You nod, biting back moans. Jungkook moans softly when you tighten around him, hands reaching up for your face.Â
âBe my good girl, let me hear you. Gotta hear how good my cock makes you feel,â Jungkook moans softly as you tighten around his cock. His fingers gently slip into your mouth, running along your tongue to hold your mouth open, preventing you from biting down on your lip again. âThere you go,â He smiles as you moan and whimper, drool beginning to pool around Jungkook's fingers (not that he minds at all.) âI need to know how good I am to you,â He cracks, a small whimper slipping as he finishes his sentence.Â
âYou look so pretty, Kook-ah,â You babble around his fingers softly, looking down at him. The visual is almost enough to make you cum on the spot, so unbelievably worked up it almost hurts. The way heâs peering up at you like youâre everything to him, chest beginning to artificially flush, lips bright red, cheeks beginning to match. His hair is still splayed around his head, creating a pretty halo. âGonna cum again for you,â You whimper, hips meeting his own with a small slap.Â
âGood,â He smiles, rubbing small circles in your clit when you begin avoiding grinding onto him. It makes your legs shake further, your moans growing as youâre unable to muffle yourself, one hand still holding your jaw. You cum hard, thighs shaking harder than youâve ever experienced before. Jungkook's sensitive to your reaction, slowing down his movements to allow you to ride through it without it hurting too much. âGood girl, so good for me, feels good, hm? Just a bit longer,â He talks you through it gently, voice honey to your ears.Â
You nod, riding through it for as long as possible. As you finish, your body slumps forward, arms wrapping around Kookâs neck as you hug him close. âDo you not cum? Is that not how this works?â You chuckle softly, his cock still throbbing softly.Â
âI can, when I feel that my partner has been thoroughly pleased and satisfied.â He informs, his CyberLife popping out for a quick moment. You shake, holding him closer. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you calm down.Â
âYouâre going to be the death of me, how much more satisfied am I gonna get?âÂ
âWeâll find out.âÂ
âJungkook,â You pull back the slightest bit to catch his face, a cheeky smirk written all over it. He leans forward, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose.Â
âI gotta make up for the weeks you were celibate.â He softly grinds up into you, filling you with a wave of want once more. âI need to satisfy you,â He teases, kissing along your jaw and beginning to trail down to your neck. âMake sure no one else ever does it as good as me, no one else can make you cum like I can.â He continues, beginning to sit up and make you sit up as well, easily lifting both of your body weight.Â
âFuck, Kook,â You whine, allowing him to maneuver you onto your back, never slipping out once. You can feel him throb softly, beginning to work himself up.Â
âSo even if you look elsewhere, all youâll think of is me, this pussy all mine, always,â He bites down softly into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving a light mark. âMy girl,â He smiles, leaving light marks once more. His hips instinctively grind into you as he talks, not giving you a break for a second.Â
âAll yours, Kook. I'm all yours.â You whimper softly as he slides out entirely, slowly filling you up again.Â
âFuck, Y/n,â He whimpers into your neck, seemingly beginning to feel affected. âSo tight,â He pants softly, hiking your legs up before pinning them to his shoulders, hands placed firmly on the couch underneath you. Heâs deeper like this, able to target exactly where you need him without even really trying to. He slides out slowly, snapping his hips forward this time. It forces a moan from the both of you, sharp spikes of pleasure shooting up your back.Â
Jungkook holds his torso up, strong arms flexing and veins beginning to show. Your hands grip hard at his biceps, trying to find some sort of stability as he easily folds you in half, hips unrelenting as he snaps them forward. You can't quiet down, mind becoming fuzzy as you moan and whine for him.Â
âSo tight, just, ah fuck, pulling me in, Y/n.â Jungkook pants, hands beginning to form fists where he holds the couch underneath his palms. You clench around him, words shooting straight to your core. âDonât, shit, do that,â His hips falter the slightest bit, head falling forward slightly.Â
âWant you to cum with me, Jeon,â You mumble softly, arms reaching around to claw and pull at his back, pulling him closer. âYou'll do that for me, please?â You ask, catching his eye contact as he pulls his head up. He lets out a soft moan as you make eye contact, abs beginning to contract as he fights off his pleasure. Fuck, heâd do anything for you.Â
âNeed you to cum again first, just one more,â He speaks softly, reaching forward and pecking your lips softly before pulling away, he leans back a bit, giving himself more room to maneuver. His hips snap hard, chasing both of your highs. You almost complain at the loss of closeness, but quickly forget about it. âLet me have it, Y/n, need to feel you,â
Itâs expected, but still rips through you, head thrown back into the couch as you shake hard. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, almost panting through your orgasm. Jungkook's hips donât relent, chasing his own high. A loud whimper falls past your lips, hands reaching down in an attempt to push his hips away, âI know, I know, just a bit more, gonna cum for you, just like you asked pretty,â He consoles you, reaching down and softly pulling your palm up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm, hips stuttering and becoming uncoordinated as he teeters on the edge.Â
âPlease, Jungkook, cum in me,â You whimper, the overstimulation almost too much. Your hand holds the side of his face, his own hands falling to hold onto you.Â
âFuck, fuck, cumming for you,â He whimpers, hips surging forward, cumming as deep as possible. You whine and twitch as he continues, throughly fucking his cum into you until heâs satisfied with the mess the two of you made together. His chest rises and falls, small pants slipping past his soft lips as he leans forward, holding you as close as possible as he kisses you, slow and deep, passionate. It makes you throb, quickly pushing him away before you get going again.Â
âKook,â You smile hazily at him.Â
âRight, right,â Jungkook chuckles softly, pulling out as carefully as he can. He's covered in your cum, and youâd probably be more embarrassed if you had a sense of rationale left. âSo fucking pretty,â He comments, and you meet his eyes to see what heâs talking about. Heâs not staring at you, heâs looking at your pussy, hands hiking your legs up by your knees.Â
âJUNGKOOK!!â The embarrassment begins to come back as does your rationality. Your legs pull against his hands, closing in on yourself.Â
âI mean it,â He laughs softly, letting you go as he leans forward to kiss you once more. âCâmon,â He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and easily lifting you. You donât pay much attention, but you know heâs walking to the bathroom based on the direction heâs going. He runs you a warm bath, consistently checking the temperature for you. He waits with you while it fills, softly rubbing out sore muscles to the best of his ability, kissing the dark marks in your skin. Once itâs filled, he carefully helps you in, making sure you donât slip. Once youâre fully in, he gets up and begins to make his way out.
âKook? Can you not take a bath?âÂ
âI can, I just need to clean up really quick first. Iâll be right back, promise,â He smiles, kissing the top of your head before leaving. You can faintly hear him shuffle about, evening declaring the space clean enough before joining you in the bath, sliding behind you. âYou feel okay?â Jungkook asks softly against your shoulder, voice making goosebumps sprout against your skin. Your head is leaned back against his shoulder, back completely rested against his torso. âAnything hurt too badly?â He asks genuinely, not looking as he kisses the bite mark on your shoulder he left behind.Â
âYeah, I feel okay,â You smile, nudging against him softly. âI need to know though, how does your cum work? Do I have to buy a plan B or? Thatâd be kinda freaky, technology so advanced it can create life.âÂ
Jungkook genuinely laughs, making the water slosh as the both of you bounce softly. âNo, no. It acts as a lubricant actually, so we could keep going if we really wanted to.â He smiles, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugs you close. âI wish though, youâd be such a good mama for me,â His voice vibrates against your skin, his palms splaying across your stomach where he holds you close. Once again, your pussy aches as he talks softly against your skin.Â
âDo not!â You warn, pushing his face and hand away as it begins trailing further down. âWe'll be going round 2,3,4, and 5 if you keep it up.â You laugh, trying to get away from him.Â
âCâmon, pretty, relax. Let me clean you up,â Jungkook giggles as you slide away from him, trying to sit on the opposite side of the tub. He grabs your ankle, easily manuerving you to rest against his torso once more. He does as he promises, gently cleaning all the fluids and sweat off of your body, hands ghostly as he tries not to stimulate you any further. âI love you Y/n.â Jungkook sighs softly as he finishes his work, arms coming to wrap around you.Â
âI love you too, Kook.â You smile softly, craning your neck around to kiss him gently. You carefully maneuver your feet under you, shakily standing out of the water.Â
âEasy there, bambi,â He chuckles, holding his arms out on either side of you in case you really do lose balance and slip. He's persistent in his precaution, careful to hold his arms out until youâre securely on the bath mat on stable footing.
âCâmon, finish cleaning up so you can come warm me up,â
âI like the sound of that-â
âJeon.âÂ
âRight.â
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DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed
Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader
Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.
[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.
Connor:
Chances are, youâve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after
By the time the actual surgery rolls around, heâs downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op
And heâs not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything
âDonât forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.â âY/N, you canât have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.â âY/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.â
When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you donât remember a lick of what either of you said)
Iâd say heâs a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type
Heâd buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels
Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while heâs checking out the soup aisle
âThatâs not a domestic android Iâve ever seenâŠâ
Heâs definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds
Makes sure youâre regularly irrigating the wounds if you need itÂ
If youâre ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses
Nines:
As a deviant, he isnât as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because heâs more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can
He wouldnât hover as much as Connor but heâd definitely download information about the procedure before you go
Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder
If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb
Like heâs clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream
âWhy on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?â
If youâre in pain, heâll do everything to comfort you
Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you
He doesnât seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but heâs such a softy
Markus:
This obviously isnât his first rodeo
If youâre scared going into the surgery, heâs with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep
Cruises through post-op no matter what state youâre in due to the sedative
At home, heâs got you covered
No need to break out the cans of mushâheâs got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs youâve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it
With Markus, youâll never miss a dose of antibiotics
If youâre in pain, worry not
Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles
Heâll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand
Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined
Simon:
He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android
Calms your nerves going into the operation and when youâre all woozy post-op heâs right by your side
Coming out of the operation, it doesnât matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lostâSimonâs there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs
Like Markus, youâll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet
If the painâs too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being
Heâs a wizard with chores and errands
Itâs like you never even got your wisdom teeth out
Gavin:
Would totally take off work to help you recover
Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers
âIâve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, heâd come into work sick so long as he wasnât actively dying,â Says Tina
âIâve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,â Grumbles Fowler
âHopefully heâll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.â
Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)
I donât see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but heâs definitely able to cook to support himself and you
Of course, heâd get you all the ice cream you want
He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it
If you wanted it, heâd cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)
To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x
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Whump dynamics prompts
Whumpee who canât feel pain + whumper who is determined to make that happen
Immortal whumpee + sketchy scientist whumper
Doctor caretaker + whumper who keeps them around to heal their whumpee(s)
Sadistic whumper + whumpee whoâs somehow worse
Nonhuman anthropologist whumper + human whumpee
Android whumpee + military leader whumper
Whumpee who canât stand touch + overly affectionate whumper
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I CAN FINALLY POST THIS !!!!!
Sooooo I've made a Star trek picrew for your OC and avatar needs :)
I've made it so that you can play with multiple species (in total, human, klingon, cardassian, bajoran, ferengi, andorian, aenar, denobulan, vulcan, romulan, trill, orion, android, vorta and ocampa), mix and match things ! This is a beta release, so to speak, so it's not perfect, but I'm gonna add stuff to it in the future (especially backgrounds and outfits, I find it really lacking there but I have been working on this for SO LONG I couldn't add anything more rn)
Yeah like I just said this took me a whole month and a half to do, working on it on nearly all of my free time. And trust me, it was a chore. You don't know true pain if you haven't spent whole afternoons just exporting PNGs. So yeah I really hope people use this lol, don't hesitate to share !
You can use as an icon, edit and change the background if you want, just tag me where you use it :D (or just to show me what you made. I'd love to see your characters !)
Also feel free to suggest stuff to improve or add, I already have a few things planned for the next version but I'm open to ideas. Also tell me if anything doesn't work properly. Some parts can look jenky at first but most of them are movable so you should be able to make everything work. (fyi some parts are obviously not meant to work together, like half the haircuts and klingon ridges)
Have fun !
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