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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 27 days ago

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Do We Call It Fate?

Actor!Connor X F!Actress!Reader Simon Riley X John MacTavish Alex Keller X Farah Karim

Everyone knew the new grooms were off taking photos with their families and respected wedding parties, so Connor knew better than to complain about having to stand around. Especially when he had a gorgeous woman still hanging off of his arm so casually, almost as if she was meant to be there.

a/n: we have a crossover baby! i have not written a fic like this in years, so I'm hoping it's up to par!

Connor had been sitting ramrod straight nearly the entire ceremony, eyes flicking around the large room as the two men read off their vows. The moment was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but with how many people were here? It was almost overwhelming to think about. He’d watched you walk in with Alex and Farah. They both looked gorgeous, from Alex’s form fitting forest green tux, to Farah’s deep burgundy dress. However, he had barely been able to take his eyes off of you, the way your dress clung so deliciously to your body. You’d worn simple jewelry, putting the main focus on your natural beauty instead.

The two of you had met on more than one occasion, having worked together on many projects in the past. Connor usually played a side character whenever you were the lead, watching from afar as you would kiss your co-star. One day, one day it would finally be him that was kissing you and he could get over the crush that sat deep in his chest. Jeez, he sounded like some creepy stalker with those kinds of thoughts.

“Connor! It’s so good to see you!” You walked over, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug.

He froze for a brief moment before melting into the hug, laughing softly as his fingers trailed over your soft skin. Your perfume was subtle, not overpowering the natural chemistry of your body.

“Good to see you too, I was going to say hello earlier but I didn’t want to interrupt the ceremony.” Connor was too kind for his own good, always putting the needs of others before his own.

“I thought I saw you sitting in the middle, we should’ve sat together.” Your lower lip pushed into a playful pout, Connor’s breath hitching in his throat.

“Well, who knows if we got seated together for dinner.” Connor held out his arm, waiting until you looped your arm through his as you both walked into the next building for the reception.

The room was bustling with activity, everyone enjoying finger foods as the drinks were passed around. Connor wasn’t the biggest fan of champagne, it always left him feeling bloated at the end of the night.

“Let’s go over to the bar, I’d rather not start drinking before I can even eat dinner.” Your lips were mere inches from his ear, his eyes widening as he led you over to the bar on autopilot.

Connor ordered a soda for you and himself, handing over the glass when the bartender set them down onto the marble counter. It was something safe to drink until both of you felt comfortable enough to let loose. Alex and Farah headed over, ordering two drinks for themselves and pulling you two into a conversation.

“Everyone! Please make your way to your seats!” A voice boomed across the speakers, startling both you and Connor as you hadn’t been expecting it.

You laughed softly, slipping your arm free from his as you made your way over to where the name tags were placed. Searching the table you found yours, Connor’s, Alex’s, and Farah’s, pleasantly surprised to find out you’d all been seated together.

“Hey! Come with me, we’re at the same table.” You kept the tags in your hand, sliding them between your middle and ring finger as you grabbed Connor’s hand.

Connor’s cheeks flushed with color as he followed close behind, gently squeezing your hand within his own. There was no way you weren’t perfect, every single thing about you was perfect in his eyes. You quickly matched the tags up with the seats at the table, giggling as you realized you were sitting one after the other. The table was small, giving you enough space to relax and eat, but close enough that you didn’t need to yell to talk to one another.

“It’s like they read my mind, I was hoping we all sat together.” You smoothed down the fabric of your dress, tucking it up as you took your seat.

Connor gently took the back of your chair, helping you scoot in as Alex did the same with Farah alongside him. As the two men took their own respective seats, Alex sitting much closer to Farah than Connor had to you, the DJ announced the wedding party's arrival.

Everyone happily cheered as the guests all made funny and grand entrances, their songs playing loudly. Connor could feel you lean into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder in case you felt cold at all.

“I am happy to announce, Mr. and Mr. Riley-MacTavish!” The room exploded into an even louder cheer, Connor carefully covering your ears to try and block out most of the sound.

He could see how in love they were, the way Johnny’s eyes lit up as he looked over at his new husband. He’d been the one to help Simon plan the proposal, offering any assistance if Simon wanted it. It was nice to know he had a hand in helping two of his friends fall deeper in love, even if it was something as simple as booking a hotel room and helping Simon find the ring.

“Okay! Now that the happy couple are finally sitting down, dinner should be coming out right now.” You were downright starving, mainly due to your own fault for not having any breakfast before leaving for the wedding.

Almost as if you were psychic, waiters began bringing out trays upon trays of food, setting them down in front of different guests before moving onto the next. You and Connor didn’t waste a single second before digging into your own food. Connor nearly moaned at the taste, the meat was so tender it nearly melted like butter on his tongue.

“Wait, would you guys like any drinks? I can head over to the bar.” Connor dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, lots of photos were being taken and he didn’t want to look like a slob.

“I’ll come with you.” You pushed back your chair, getting both Alex and Farah’s drink orders before grabbing Connor’s hand once more and heading over to the bar.

His heart leapt into his throat once more, he wondered if you had any idea the type of effect that you had on him. No, there was no way you knew how big of a crush he had, not with how effortlessly friendly you were. You were friends with almost everyone, laughing at corny jokes and making the conversation light when it needed to be. Connor grabbed yours and his drink as you grabbed Alex and Farah’s before heading back over to the table. As carefully as you could, considering how much the bartender had filled the drink, you set down the two glasses.

“We should post a photo of us, I want to remember how good we all looked.” Your eyes sparkled under the dim lighting, it was a look Connor had never seen before.

“Sure, let me ask one of the waiters to take our photo.” He set down your drinks, heading over to one of the waiters that had just finished setting down drinks for a table.

The waiter was happy to take the photo, taking Connor’s phone and waiting until everyone was ready before snapping a few photos. Connor took back his phone and thanked the man profusely, opening his photos app to look at the different photos. He quickly chose a photo, tagging you, Alex, and Farah and posting it with the caption “best night I’ve had in a while!”.

As the night slowly moved, dinner being eaten before the cake was cut, the couple both refused to smash cake in the other's face. The desserts that were passed out were adorable little cupcakes, a candied heart on top of the frosting with their wedding date written on it. Connor’s hands would occasionally drift back to you, whether he was holding your side, or laying an arm over your shoulder. It was nice, it almost felt like the two of you were in a relationship.

Connor glanced over to the other side of the table where Alex and Farah were, slowly taking a sip of his drink. His brow furrowed as he noticed Farah holding up her hand, fingers gently gripping Alex’s over her shoulder.

“Wait a minute, did you two..?” He turned to look at the happy couple, noticing the smiles each of them wore.

It took you less time than Connor to realize what exactly he’d said, a loud squeal slipping from your lips as you hugged them both tight. Farah laughed happily, hugging you even tighter before reaching around and pulling Connor into a hug before letting him move over to hug Alex.

“I guess congratulations are in order, if anyone deserves to be together it’s you two.” Connor had seen the way Alex looked at Farah from the moment they’d met. It felt like they were soulmates, destined to be together.

“He actually proposed a couple of weeks ago, neither of us have any obligations so we’ve just been enjoying the engagement.” Farah looked at Alex as if he hung all the stars in the sky, Connor wondered if being at a wedding only amplified those feelings.

Connor’s fingers trailed along your shoulder slowly, almost too softly to even be felt as he listened to Alex explain how he came up with the proposal. It sounded ridiculously romantic, from how he’d meticulously picked each rose, to making sure the dinner had been perfect. Jeez, Connor had serious competition if he was ever going to impress whoever he married.

You know damn well you want to marry Y/N, Connor.

He mentally scolded himself, angry that he’d started letting his mind drift to some dangerous places. You were still locked in a conversation with Farah as Connor let his gaze drift across the room slowly. The wedding parties table was bustling with activity, people heading over to congratulate the new married couple before heading off. His mind kept drifting back to the what if.

As the speeches commenced, the two best men, John Price on Simon’s side, and Kyle Garrick on Johnny’s side, couldn't help but laugh at the tasteful jokes. It was nice not to hear how much the new couple secretly hated each other, that they were in fact happy. There were a few tears from both grooms, as well as people sitting around at the tables. Connor wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t tear up, it was a beautiful moment.

After the speeches had ended the DJ announced that the dance floor was open, everyone abandoned their tables to go and let loose. Connor got nervous, would you rather dance with someone else? Or would you accept his offer?

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His head was downright pounding as he rolled over onto his back, thankfully the curtains were still drawn to keep the harsh glare of the sun out of the room. Blindly reaching for his phone, he grabbed it and pulled it over to check and see if Hank, his agent, had contacted him. What he hadn’t been expecting was to see his phone lit up with nearly two hundred different notifications. What in the hell happened last night?

Sitting up slowly so as not to make his head hurt even more, he pushed himself into a seated position. Scrolling through different notifications they all seemed to reference two different photos. He’d remembered posting one with the four of them together, wanting to respect Simon and Johnny’s privacy until they were ready to post things.

“What?” Connor’s voice was gravelly as he opened up instagram, ignoring the notifications as he clicked onto the photo he’d posted.

It was staring him right in the face, Farah’s ring shining brighter than even the sun in the photo that he had posted. Shit, this was all his fault! The news had gotten out simply because he hadn’t bothered to notice her ring before posting it.

CA_Lover_42:Oh my god, are you and Y/N a thing? Your hands are awfully tight for just friends ;)

Doyouloveme: MY WORLDS COLLIDING OMGGGGG 😭😭

Sweetastea93: Excuse me???? Are my two favorite people together???? I LOVE LOVE

Connor dropped his phone down onto the bed, taking a long deep breath as his mind raced with a million different thoughts. He hadn’t even realized how low his hand was on your waist. You had never protested, even offering to scoot closer to his side as the waiter took the photo.

Rolling his eyes he picked his phone back up, clicking on Twitter to see what people were saying there. The first thing he saw was the photo he’d posted, your smile shining so bright as you pressed against him. The next thing he saw was a photo of you and him kissing, what?!

Aliteralfairy: Holy shit, did they manage to keep their relationship and engagement from us?!

Lightningmcqueer: They’re clearly not together! It’s probably just a PR stunt for some new movie

Dickrider69: You don’t kiss someone like that unless you’re together, i’ll be waiting for the news to drop 👀 👀👀

Connor’s hands shook as he stared down at the hundreds of photos from the wedding, many of them were Simon and Johnny, but quite a few were of the two of you. To anyone else it would’ve looked like two lovers embracing as if the world didn’t matter. However, you and Connor weren’t together, he wasn’t even sure if you liked him!

“Connor?” A raspy voice caught his attention as his head whipped up. You were standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his shirt from the wedding covering your body.

“Hey, what the hell happened last night?” Connor knew he needed to be calm in order to process what was going on, however his mind didn’t listen to his body.

“We got really, really drunk.” You rubbed at your eyes, walking over to where he was slowly.

“I figured that much, my head is absolutely killing me.” Connor sighed softly, shifting back to allow you more space on the bed.

You crawled into the space beside him, burying your face into his stomach as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Connor stopped himself from freaking out, instead he gently carded his fingers through your hair.

“Do you want me to order some room service?” Connor lowered his voice, not wanting to make either of your hangovers worse.

You nodded against his skin, relishing in the warmth his body was giving off.

“Waffles, with bacon and sausage?” You didn’t bother to move, hands gripping onto him even tighter.

“Of course.” Connor reached over carefully, calling in an order for room service, making sure to ask for extra orange juice and water so you could both get over your hangovers.

After setting the phone back down onto the nightstand, Connor put all of his attention back onto you. It was clear that you’d come back with him to his room, but considering that he still had on his slacks? Well, at least you hadn’t hooked up, less chance for any embarrassment to sink in after a while.

“Do…do you remember us kissing at their wedding?” Connor felt silly asking the question, he wanted to be grateful he’d finally gotten to kiss you, even if he didn’t remember it.

“Vaguely, the night’s more of a blur than anything else.” You weren’t sure when things began to get fuzzy, just knowing you woke up beside Connor in his hotel room.

Connor hummed noncommittal, nodding more to himself as a response to what you’d said. He remembered drinking a lot after everyone had eaten dinner. Sure, maybe it was an excuse to actually let loose and not be so afraid to enjoy himself. However, it now meant that the first time he’d kissed you, not on a movie set, was a time he would never remember properly.

“Everyone online is wondering if we’re together, I guess a ton of photos ended up leaking online and there’s one of us kissing.” Connor’s mind trailed back to the multitude of photos he’d seen.

The way your bodies pressed together, lips locked in what looked to be a rather passionate kiss. God, he didn’t hate himself more than he did in this current moment, more angry at himself than anything else. Johnny had sent him a text congratulating him on taking you home, completely unaware that neither of you were in the right mind for something like that.

Before he could say anything else, room service announced their arrival. Normally, Connor would’ve gotten up to allow them inside, but he didn’t want to move you. Instead he unlocked the door with his phone, letting them know they could enter. Neither of you were indecent, so it wasn’t like they could snap a photo to post online.

“Thank you.” Connor reached over for his wallet, pulling out a few bills and handing them to the waiter before letting him head out.

You pushed yourself up slowly, holding the side of your head as you quickly seated into a more comfortable position. Connor grabbed the multiple plates and silverware before setting everything down onto the bed. Once you had plates and silverware he grabbed two glasses of orange juice, handing one over to you before taking a seat beside you.

Grabbing the remote he turned on the tv, surely there would be something boring to act as background noise while the two of you ate.

“Good Morning everyone! As everyone knows we had quite a large wedding happen last night, tons of different celebrities were in attendance including one Connor Anderson as well as Y/N Y/L/N.” The host smirked as the camera zoomed out slowly, her body turning slightly to a different camera.

“Photos began to emerge online almost immediately, the two newlyweds looked amazing in their custom suits, as well as most of the guests in attendance. Which reminds me, did anyone notice the absolute rock that Alex Keller put on Farah’s finger? The man has some great taste.” The photo Connor had posted popped up on the screen, another reminder that he had announced their engagement to the world.

“However, there’s some photos that are definitely making their rounds. It seems Connor and Y/N are more than just friends, if this photo is any indication.” Multiple photos from the wedding popped up on the screen, different angles of what looked to be your first kiss.

Connor forced himself to eat, refusing to let the food go to waste lest his hangover linger for the rest of the day. As he finished off his waffle, reaching for a piece of bacon to cut through the sweetness of the syrup, his phone began to ring loudly.

Silently sending a prayer to whichever higher power was currently listening in, Connor answered the phone without looking to see who was calling.

“I know, I know.” It was the first thing that came to mind, unsure of how to properly respond regarding any of the photos.

“Connor, they’re having a field day making up a million different tabloids about you both. Now, do you want to make a statement and deny everything?” Hank was understanding, he knew how much Connor liked you, and had even tried to convince the kid to tell you.

“No, they’ll just assume that we’re trying to keep the relationship hidden anyway. Why not just let them come to their own conclusions before moving onto the next topic?” Connor shoved the bacon into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Hank hummed slowly, going through the different possibilities and reactions that people could have to the two of you staying silent. On one hand it wouldn’t affect either of your careers, that much would be obvious, on the other hand people could get mad that you hadn’t said something sooner. Would that be such a bad thing though? To stay low until he could figure out his feelings and if he wanted to pursue something so serious? It wasn’t the first time he’d kept a relationship quiet, more for the sake of his partner than anything else. He watched his best friend do the same thing until they announced their marriage.

How they didn’t break the internet, Connor wasn’t entirely sure. Markus had gladly announced that he and North had gotten married privately, not even paparazzi had managed to find out. So no, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for either of you to not say a word. People would come to their own conclusions anyway, what good would it do to say something sooner?

“Yeah, you’re right. Just don’t feed into their bullshit, okay?” Hank cared a lot when it came to Connor, he’d seen how cruel people could be firsthand, and he didn’t want him to suffer through it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure there’s no paparazzi when we leave the hotel.” Connor reached over for his juice, eyes glancing over to where you were for a brief moment.

“Wait, is she in the room with you right now? Connor, did she stay in your room?!” Hank wasn’t angry, no, he was more shocked at the answer.

Connor shoved another piece of bacon into his mouth to try and stall from answering Hank’s question until he could come up with a proper excuse. Unfortunately he didn’t have long until his mouth was empty and he had to answer Hank.

“Yes, but nothing happened between us. I’m pretty sure we both ended up passing out when we got back here.” Connor wasn’t keen on telling him that he was still clothed, even if you were wearing his shirt.

“Just, lay low for now. I’m sure there’s people waiting outside to catch a glimpse of you two.” Hank sighed softly, running a hand down his face.

“Maybe I can ask Alex to drive by and scope the place out, see if we can get out without being seen.” Connor wasn’t too keen on spending the rest of his day inside the hotel, and he was sure you’d want to get back to your own apartment.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea, most people didn’t tend to stare at car’s driving by unless they had their windows down. He’d just need to convince Alex to keep the windows up until he drove by the entrance so he could let him know if you were good to leave.

“Well, just don’t get caught, alright?” Hank said his goodbyes before hanging up and leaving Connor to deal with the issue at hand.

Asking him to do that favor didn’t take much convincing, something he’d definitely be asking Alex about once he was safely home in his apartment. He helped you find some clean clothes in his suitcase, letting you wear his sweatpants and one of his hoodies before getting changed himself. His phone lit up with a text, Alex letting him know that the coast was clear but it looked like people were tending to linger so they needed to get going sooner.

Connor grabbed the rest of his things, carelessly shoving them into his bags before heading down to where your actual room was. Once you had everything, including the gorgeous dress you’d worn put away, Connor grabbed your bags. The ride in the elevator was tense, he worried some of your fans would be waiting to see if they could catch a glimpse of you. He doubted anyone would be waiting for him, at least not this early in the day.

“Hey, keep the hood up until we get out to my car. Alex told me you drove in with them, so I figured I’d help you out.” Connor smiled softly, almost nervous that you’d deny his offer.

“That’s really sweet, thank you.” Your nose scrunched up as you giggled, leaning up to press kiss to his cheek.

His cheeks flushed bright pink as he headed over to the front desk, checking both you and himself out. He’d missed check out so the room would be charged extra which wouldn’t be too much of an issue. It took an extra couple of minutes before he was heading back over to your side, gently sliding an arm around your waist and leading you outside.

The air was warm, the sun slightly hidden behind the bright white clouds that were scattered in the sky. His heart raced as he tugged you closer, leaning down as if he was whispering a secret to you as he noticed the large camera hanging from a man’s neck. Even if they were a regular photographer and not a pap, Connor wasn’t taking the risk. The car was so close, just a few more yards and you would both be safe inside with no one to try and talk to you.

“Is that…holy shit is that Connor Anderson and Y/N Y/L/N?” The whisper sounded as if someone had shouted in his ear, his heart pounding as you both quickened your pace.

“Kelly! Oh my god it is!” Her friend shrieked, whether with excitement or something else Connor wasn’t entirely sure, and he wasn’t about to sit around and wait to find out.

Connor quickly opened the passenger door, helping you inside before shutting the door and putting your bags into the trunk. More people began to suddenly notice they were there, the voices getting louder, and louder. His eyes widened as different paparazzi began to snap photos, his jaw slack as he ran to the driver’s side of the car. Without thinking he opened the door quickly, sliding into the seat and shoving the key into the ignition.

Your hands were what stopped him, your eyes tracing over his features as you caught on to his fear. As if it wasn’t choking you with how his hands shook harshly against the leather of the steering wheel.

“Hey, just take a deep breath, no one really saw me, and even if they did, who cares?” You shrugged, unbothered by the whole experience.

It seemed to snap him out of the trance, his hands slowly relaxing until he could take a full deep breath in. Where were you when he was dealing with panic attacks in the past? No, that wasn’t your job to fix him, he was a grown man who could work on his mental health.

“Really? You don’t care that people probably saw us together?” Connor wanted to make sure that you were truly alright before pulling out of the parking lot.

“Yes. I’ve had them try and spread worse rumors than spending the night with you.” Your eyes sparkled in the dimness of the car, lips pulled into a megawatt smile.

Connor had known all too well how many rumors they’d tried to spread about you in the past. Whether you were dating the newest actor, or if you were promoting an unhealthy lifestyle because you were enjoying a greasy burger for dinner. It didn’t matter how often you tried to rectify that it was your life, the press always twisted your words. It had happened to Connor on a few occasions, people accusing him of cheating on his partner. They’d both amicably split earlier that year, choosing not to announce it to the world. So when Connor had gone on his first date in months people accused him of cheating on her. They’d both had to address things, that even though they’d dated for years, they had decided to go their separate ways.

“You’re a lot stronger than me, if I do say so.” Connor put the car into drive, pulling out of the parking lot carefully.

“That’s because we have to be stronger than the average person, have to have thicker skin so we don’t seem affected by their harsh words.” You sighed softly, pulling down the hood of his hoodie you were wearing.

“It’s depressing. Why aren’t we allowed to have emotions? To be human just like everyone else?” Connor reached over, turning on the radio to a random station and keeping the volume low.

“Because they see us as something unattainable, something to be desired.” You wouldn’t lie and say that being an actress didn’t have its difficulties. You’d struggled for years before landing a major role, your ‘breakout’ role as you referred to it.

Connor chuckled lowly, nodding as your words seem to strike a chord in him. He’d been a struggling actor for years, bouncing from job to job, taking any role that was given to him. The day Hank had called him about the film Detroit: Become Human he’d nearly cried. It was his first main role, no more background characters. He’d won an Oscar the following year, thanking Hank first in his speech before thanking the amazing crew he worked with. It was where he’d met Markus and North.

You’d won your first Oscar that same year, sobbing as you accepted the award as it was placed into your hands. Connor had been the first person on his feet as they called your name, cheering you on happily. You’d barely known one another before then, having spent more time talking during the after party. It was that night that he realized how amazing you were, how your small dream became a reality seemingly overnight with one role.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He pulled up into the parking garage where your apartment was, pulling up where the elevator was before getting out to get your bags.

“Thank you, Connor. I had a really nice time, at least the time I can remember.” You laughed as you stepped out of the car, taking your bags from him.

“I had a great time too, maybe we could do it again? At dinner?” He hadn’t felt this nervous since he was a teenager asking his crush to the prom.(Spoiler, she said yes)

“I’d love to, let’s check our schedules and see when we have a day off, okay?” Connor could only nod as he looked down at you, watching as you waved and headed into your building.

God, he was screwed.

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He’d been scrolling twitter mindlessly, having been on his secret account so he could like things without people hounding him. It wasn’t even like he went on retweeting and liking super weird things, but sometimes he liked posts about you. Sue him!

Connors_lefttoe: C’mon, you’re gonna tell me they don’t have feelings for one another? It’s so obvious!

Sprklez: Pfft, they were seen leaving the hotel together, they’re definitely together.

Connors_lefttoe: WAIT SO THOSE PHOTOS ARE REAL????????????

Sprklez: Bitch, did you not see the way he was holding onto her? THEY’RE REAL

Connor rolled his eyes, scrolling passed the people speculating whether or not the two of you were together. Even if you’d just made it official recently, he wasn’t about to announce it to the world that you were together. Plus, people were still hung up on those hotel photos? It was months ago! Surely the paps had managed to snag a new photo of him when he wasn’t looking his best, maybe that would start circulating.

Y/Ns#1fan: To be fair, I’d be jealous of anyone getting to snuggle up against her.

Connorsbabymama: Really? I’d be more jealous of someone getting closer to Connor, he’s clearly the real catch.

Y/N’s#1fan: That is a dirty rotten lie, Y/N’s CLEARLY superior to Connor.

Connorsbabymama: Maybe for people who like mid people 🙄

Connor’s jaw dropped as he read the response to his latest tweet, how dare they speak about you like that. You were a goddess! A woman meant to be worshipped by everyone in the world, it’s just his luck that he got to be the one worshipping you.

Y/N’s#1fan: Oh yeah? You wanna fight about this?

Connorsbabymama: My DM’s are open 😘😘

Connor immediately clicked on their profile, brow raising as he realized this person already followed him. Wait, you were both mutuals it seemed. Huh, why would someone that didn’t seem to be a fan of you, follow him? Shaking away the thought he opened up a new message, ready to type out his frustration.

Me: Hey! How dare you call the woman I’m going to marry mid, she is gorgeous.

Them: She is too mid! If anything Connor’s the better looking, he’s my future husband anyway 🥰🥰.

Me: Well, from what I heard they’re dating, so who knows.

Them: And how would you know that?

Connor bit his lip harshly, shit, how the hell was he going to explain this without giving away that it was actually him?

Me: I may or may not be close to one of them.

Them: Uh huh, what’s her favorite ice cream then?

Me: Mint chocolate chip, specifically the Friendly’s brand.

The other person began typing, and stopping every few seconds for nearly a full minute before a new message popped up. Except it was accompanied by a photo, a photo of you.

Them: Connor?!

Connor’s eyes widened as he quickly snapped a photo of himself, sending it to you before laughing hysterically. The one time he’d accidentally followed a random account and it happened to be yours! What were the chances? Such a small world.

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Connor leaned back in his seat, waiting for your makeup artist to finish so the interview could finally begin. Stacey stepped back before fixing your lipstick real quick, stepping off the set as the lights dimmed slightly.

“Alright! Thank you guys for agreeing to come today, I know it was super short notice and we’re super thankful that you got the chance.” McKenzie, your interviewer, was beaming with excitement at the chance to ask you questions.

“Of course, we had some extra time anyway.” Connor smiled as he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

Her eyes locked on the way your hands were intertwined, a soft squeal slipping through her lips.

The questions were average, nothing overtly exciting as you and Connor took turns answering whichever questions you felt more equipped to handle. It wasn’t until the topic of fans, and fandom culture came up that Connor’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, Y/N and I are both on twitter, we have our regular accounts but we do in fact, have fan accounts as well.” Connor laughed as McKenzie’s face paled, it wasn’t everyday a celebrity admits to having a secret account.

“Wait, is that something celebrities do often?” She was almost nervous of the answer, clearing her throat as she shifted in her seat.

“I’d say it depends, sometimes they do, some people can’t be bothered to run the account with their actual name and face.” Connor shrugged lightly, gently squeezing your hand as he did.

The rest of the interview went well, the questions slowly tapering off as Hank tried to help usher it along so you wouldn’t be late for your next interview.

Of course, neither of you were aware of the internet losing their minds at finding out celebrities did in fact have secret accounts. The fun part would be finding out which other celebs Connor and you could find.

In due time. For now, all he cared about was you, and your future together.

#dbh connor #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #connor rk800 #detroit become human connor #rk800 connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh connor x you #rk800 x reader #dbh markus #dbh north #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #alex keller #farah karim #alex keller x farah karim #call of duty #john soap mactavish

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queerminalminds · 18 days ago

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TITLE: It’ll be okay…

Connor had been working for the DPD for a little over a year at this point. He had grown close with Hank, him being almost like a father to Connor. He had gained respect among his peers at the station and was treated equally as all of the other officers were. Currently himself and Hank were on a case at a very fancy hotel.

"So what are we looking at?" Connor questioned as he approached Hank and another officer.

"1 Android 1 human in suite 200, reports say they've heard yelling and heard signs of physical abuse. Android might be armed so approach with caution." The officer told the pair and Connor nodded as he started to head towards the elevator.

"Connor one more thing, it seems the human was being abused, it might not be such a good thing for you to go in there, let Hank handle it." The officer told Connor seriously.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Connor gave his fellow officer a soft smile as he headed to suite 200 with Hank. They both entered the elevator together and rid up to the top floor of the building, where all the fancy suites were.

"Let me go first." Hank told Connor as they got off the elevator and were stood at the rooms door. Connor nodded and stood behind the Lieutenant. Hank kicked open the door with his gun raised slowly walking around the room with Connor following close behind.

Since the suite was so big Connor and Hank took separate ways to find the suspect and the victim, they had assumed the suspect was still in the vicinity somewhere. Connor made his way towards the dining room, where a large table with a white, long cloth cover was sitting. He slowly walked past the table making sure his guard was up, Connor suddenly heads quiet soft cries, his LED started blinking yellow processing what he was hearing, it turned back to a blue as he kneeled at the middle of the table. Connor lifted up the sheet that was covering the dining table to find a man shaking and crying softly.

"N-no, please don't! Leave me alone." The man cried as he tried to hide himself from Connor, inching backwards to try and get away. Connor's LED started blinking yellow once more as he decided how to handle the situation. The reports said there was a human being abused by an android, of course he would be scared of him, Connor was an android after all.

"It's okay, here." Connor spoke quietly to the shaken man, reaching out his hand for the other to touch. The man stopped shaking and skeptically looked at him and his held out hand, he slowly reached out his own hand to come into contact with Connor's. The other man's hand caressed Connor's as his breathing started to normalize and his tears were fading.

"That's it, it'll be okay." Connor smiled at the man who slowly made his way from under the table, still holding onto Connor's hand.

"What's your name?" Connor asked as he rubbed his thumb over the other man's hand slowly, trying to comfort him as much as possible.

"Y/N L/N." The other man replied, his voice still shaking from fear, Connor fully grasped the other man's hand and let him out of the dining room towards one of the many couches in the living room area. He sat Y/N down and sat closely next to him.

"T-thank you for helping me, I-I don't know how long I've been here." Y/N confessed as he shivered, it was then when Connor finally noticed the other man's state. Y/N's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn with big holes and dirty, he had bruises covering a good portion of his body, or at least the parts of his body that were showing. Connor realized how much danger Y/N was actually in, hoping that Hank had found the android who caused this.

"My partner is looking for the android who did this to you, is it still in the suite?" Connor asked as Y/N leaned his weight towards Connor, passing out from exhaustion probably. Connor did a scan to make sure the man was breathing and he was. Connor smiled and moved a piece a hair out of Y/N's eye and didn't move him.

"Gotcha! This son of a birch was hiding in the closet of the master bedroom, almost got away from me slippery thing!" Hank exclaimed as he burst into the room holding an android in handcuffs in front of him. Connor quickly shushed the other man and gestured to the man lying in his lap, sound asleep.

"Victim?" Hank questioned from his spot in the doorway and Connor nodded silently as he looked back down at Y/N.

"Well I'll be at the car with this thing, come down when you're both ready." Hank smirked as he left with the android suspect.

Connor was left in silence with Y/N still sleeping on him, he wasn't sure what to do. Let the man sleep or get him up to go down to the station? He had decided to stay for the moment, letting Y/N sleep a bit longer before having to give his statement.

"It'll be okay." Connor whispered as he leaned back on the couch himself.

A/N: Hey new book yay! Currently this and my doctor who one will be active, leave any requests in the comments, ao3 and wattpad same username as here. This was kinda shit but I somehow thought of it before I went to bed last night and had to write down the plot lol.

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abbythewritor · 2 years ago

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"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader.

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

-I really hope you like my second book, and I'm excited to share this all with you, so without further do, enjoy the prologue of my new book. :)

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"Venom.....?"

'Hm?'

"How long has it been? You know....since the incident....?"

'Five years.....why?'

"No reason...I think it's funny...."

'Funny? Funny how? You were in a living hell, and you're telling me that situation is funny? You're truly are fucking weird brat...'

"Heh. Guess I am...five years ago today, I finally got my drunk ass dad to jail, and guess where that got me? Living in an abandoned house, now looking at a murder scene of a Mexican guy, where his robot is hiding in an addict....now looking back, this like I have right now is no fucking Island dream; it's paradise, am I right?"

'If this hell hole is your definition of paradise, I don't know what your vacation will be like. Do you dream about Mexicans being murdered every night? Because that's a weird kink to have.'

Your eyes rolled. "Yeah, of course I do; the blood of Mexicans aroused my blood." Venom popped out of your back. "Really?! Hah! Who knew-OUCH!" Throwing a sandwich at his head, you glared at him. "Do you really think that this was my kink?! You are truly disgusting." He let out a low growl before putting the whole sandwich, with the wrapper in his mouth, having no effect on eating something not edible. 'Can you blame me? You watch crime documentaries and celebrate when a murderer or a rapist is sentenced to death; I can't tell the difference between your fantasies or your interest, so I fucking apologize.'

Sighing, your elbows leaned more onto the railing. Eyes looked down to a house, which police cars surrounded. This house holds a special event with codes and keys of importance to Jerhico. North Sent you and Venom since if things could go south, you can grab the deviant with ease, preventing the police from being able to access the information.

You and your slimy friend have been on the rooftop for hours, getting nothing from the enemy but standing and complaining about the gruesome smell. With Venom eating all the sandwiches, snacks, and fuel you brought for this mission, it didn't take even ten minutes before another car pulled up to the crime scene, a rather old, yet grumpy man coming out of it.

Intrigued, your eyes followed him, watching the fat officer shake the man's head.

"Venom, let's listen in on those two.' "Copy, but don't blame me when they're talking dirty to each other. You can't get that shit out of your brain for a while." Confused, you didn't think of Venom's comment as he went back inside you, giving you hearing a 100% upgrade.

"Ah, for fuck sake, I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Confused, you looked around, your eyes soon landing on someone unfamiliar.

Eyes widened, you noticed an LED on the male, notifying you that it was an android. 'Why the fuck is the tin can working with the police?' sighing, your eyes stared at the android, looking around his body for any clues. You noticed his suit had writing on it, the letters reading RK 800 and cyber life. You weren't surprised that the police would hire an android, which makes them not as stupid as you realise.

"It's not a devient...this mission is going to be a lot harder with him on their side..."

"Yes, but we do know where the stray is...if we can get to him now, then we can just grab the fucker and flee back to jerhico, simple as that."

"It's not that simple."

"And why is that brat?"

"This android they hired is the best of the best, able to sense, see, and hear any human, robot, and android hundreds and maybe thousands of yards around him. He's able to track down evidence, previous situations, and many devients in just under ten minutes. If we try and get the devient out, he will know we are there, and this whole operation is blown."

"Well, I guess our time limit is ten minutes then, do you fucking know who I am? I was able to make us as silent as a mouse when it was just us breaking into Jericho, this will be a piece of cake." Sighing, you threw your empty burger wrapper behind you while hopping back to your feet. Stretching a bit, you continued to eye the crime scene below, watching as the three went inside the house, the android stopping momentarily.

"Tin can, oi! What are you standing there for?!" The android sensed something wrong as his head looked around the area. Seeing almost no one, his sensors were acting weirdly, as his eyes looked to the building you were standing on.

Venom, who quickly pulled up your cloak, covered yourself as he looked straight at you, the long black cloth blowing with the rainy-mixed win.

Smirking, you were fond of the looks of this robot, as he was not like any moddle you ever seen.

His hair was a dark brown, slicked back as the rain didn't mess it up, his skin a medium pale as beautiful, yet perfect dotted freckles painted his face.

The suit he wore from cyber life hugged ever inch of his body, his jacket blowing with the wind as well, his brown eyes digging into your mysterious soul. "Earth to fucking Connor!" Not getting anything when he scanned you, he turned to Hank and the officer, who were looking at him confusingly. "The hell is wrong with you? Looks like you saw a ghost or something.." Shaking his thoughts, Connor took a deep breath. "Apologize lieutenant, the air just suddenly changed. But, to add to your comment, Ghost's do not exist, I was just simply scanning the area." Weirded out by him more, Hank let out a scoff before turning. "Fucking androids...just...don't do anything stupid alright, we don't want the crime scene to be messed up-AH CHRIST THIS FUCKING STINKS!" A large, uncomfortable scent aroused throughout the house, multiple scents hitting the human's noses as both of them cringed with disgust. "We gotta call from the landlord around eight to tell it that the victim hadn't paid his rent back for a few months. So I thought he'd drop by to see what's going on. This smell, to be honest was worse before we opened the windows. So, have at it you two, the victim's name is Carlos Ortiz, who has a record of theft and assault."

Hank looked down at the victim, with great disgust as blood ran down the humans mouth. Multiple stab wounds were onto the mans stomach, leaving indents from his shirt. Connor, started investigating behind the two, as the old man's eyes glared to the officer slightly. "Did the neighbors hear anything or say anything about him?" The officer sighed. "According to them, he was kind of a loner. Stayed inside most of the time, and they hardly ever saw him.." Hank bended down to his level "Well, the state he's in Wentworth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. He coulda waited till morning. How long do ya think he's been here?" The officer shrugged. "Probably for a good three or four weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here, probably the murder weapon." Hank took something from the officers hands, Connor distracted which gave you a chance to get closer to the house.

Making sure the officers around the house didn't see you, you leaped crossed buildings, the trees to the victims yard as your silhouette shined in the clouded moonlight behind, your cloak still attached to your head.

Landing simply on the roof, your feet was light, so no loud thumping was heard at all.There was a hole in the middle of the roof, you walking simply closer to it as you were able to see the android, hank, and the whole investigation easily.

Kneeling down, you were making sure to be careful, as you just listened in to the convo that is going on right now. "Any signs of a break in?" Asked Hank. "Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside. All of the windows were boarded up. The killer must have gotten out the back way." 'You know, for humans without superpowers, their pretty stupid.' Nodding, you sighed. "Agreed, but, I wouldn't know the deviant was still here if I didn't have you...let's see if they can figure it out first, don't want to be unfair to them hmm?" 'Right, but we both know the Rk 800 is going to figure it out, right? He's a police android for fuck sake.' "Yeah, but, let's just hope he takes a bit of time going through the crime scene, I always wanted to watch one in real life, it just gets me excited." "Your fucking weird, you know that?" Chuckling, you adjusted your position, while now fully sitting onto the roof. "Guilty as charged." Looking more to the operation below, you saw the man, who seemed to be named Hank, holding the light up more to carlos, Connor, or the android, still was looking around, Piecing the evidence and everything together. "What do we know about his android?" "Not much, the neighbors confirmed he had one but it wasn't here when we arrived....I-I gotta get some air." As the officer left, you weren't surprised with how weak his nose was, as the smell of dead, rotting bodies was pretty brutal. Looking around some more, your eyes landed on the Wall, which had a writing of 'I AM ALIVE' written on it. Getting out a pad of paper, you scribbled it down, then writing a note that the android turned deviant, probably from the attacker. Looking up from the pad of paper, your eyes landed on the android, who looked at some red ice, then made his way to the murder weapon. Kneeling down to it, his fingers touched the blood, soon putting it to his mouth. Cringing from the sight, you had to look away before Venom popped out. 'The hell is he doing?! That's fucking disgusting! Even I won't eat 4 weeks old of blood!'

"Oi! What the fuck are ya doin'? That's fucking disgusting!" Hank told him, as Connor simply turned to the man. "I'm sorry, I'm analyzing the blood, I can check samples in real time. I should have warned you." Turning back to him, you were impressed with his response, as you wanted to Jot that down under this robots abilties. You could sense Hank was still disgusted, but slightly impressed as well as he began to back away. "Well-alright, but put no more fucking evidence in your mouth got it?" Connor nodded. "Got it." Hank scoffed. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." As Hank walked away, connor continued to look around, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the hallway, he even looked out the back, trying to see if the devient walked out the back.

But to his surprise, he found no Foot prints at all, notifying he's still in the house.

'Three minutes left, we need to get to the robot. Now. ' Nodding, you quickly got up, trying your best to be quiet as Venom told you the way, you ending up in the attic just a couple steps away.

The room was full of manikins and other storage stuff, you of course seeing the devient hiding behind boxes, while of course holding a metal pipe into his hands.

Sighing, you hopped off the roof, landing in the attic with a slight thud, which alerted the deviant.

Scooting back instantly, his eyes widened when he met you, who was just standing their. "W-Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Eyebrows furrowing, you could sense he was truly scared, and traumatized as dents, blue blood, and human blood were attached all over his body. He looked like hell, as the pipe that was in his hands shook with his body. Taking a step, you began to head towards him, in a calm yet caring manner. "Do not be afraid, I am not her to hurt you. I understand what you've been through, you were abused, correct?" Eyes widened with surprise, he held the pipe towards you, scooting back as you got closer. "H-How d-did you know t-that-" "I know all things-we know a lot of things. Carol Ortiz, hit you with the bat, almost ended your life as you just wanted to be free, wanted to be a better version of yourself. I know all the bad things he said to you, the brutal things he has done to you, you were only just trying to defend yourself." The deviants breath's became shakier, as you sensed more fear coming from him. "H-He was going to kill me...I-I d-didn't know what else to do-for the first time that night, I truly felt like myself, free, I couldn't let him do anything else to me..I-I didn't mean to kill him-" Smiling gently, you kneeled more to him, grasping the robots hands into yours. "I know..that's exactly why I'm here, to take you to a safer place." His eyes widened. "W-What do you mean by that? What could be safer, the humans hate me, how are you so willing to help?" "Because I know what your going through, androids and all humans alike deserve a better life, the weak and abused deserve to live freely without being in fear. I know your scared, and confused right now, but before the Humans find us, you need to come with me." Hesitant for a second, the android didn't know what to answer nor did he have time. You could sense someone else in the room instantly, as the RK 800 suddenly came into your view.

Eyes widened, you came in front of the deviant, Connor shooting his gun to you as Venom easily blocked it, pushing the android to a wall.

The Gunshot alerted hank, as he hurried to the attic stairs. "Connor! What is going on up there!?" Grabbing the deviants hand, he allowed you to lead the way, as both of you made a run for it towards the window. "IT'S HERE LUITENANT! HE'S ESCAPING WITH SOMEONE!" Hank let out a low growl, slightly cursing before sending more officers out side.

Connor bolted from the wall, heading to the window you hopped off of, before your eyes locked with his.

Stopping for a second, he got a slight glimpse of you, before your mouth formed a smirk, your hood still keeping your identity from being revealed.

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" He asked, as the only response he heard was a giggle, your body fully turning to him with the deviant behind you. "The world needs to know the truth, and the cruelty humans bring. I am not who you think I am, but you, yourself will know the truth of freedom." Gritting his teeth, he saw you about to jump out of the window before he bolted, his arm reaching for your cloak.

But, before he could grab it, wind rushed in front of him, pushing connor back as you teleported away, taking the Deviant with you.

As his back slammed on the ground, his eyes instantly opened, him hopping back to his feet, his eyes and interface scanning for you.

You were gone.

Hank, who was outside witnessed the whole thing, his eyes winded with surprise as everything happened so fast.

Holding his watch up to his lips, he took a deep breath. "Tin can! Are you still there?! What the fuck happened? Do you have the suspect?!" It was silent for a second, as connor let out a slight curse, heading to the window.

No traces of you were found, as the remembrance of you and the deviant slipping through his fingers came through his mind, his LED turning a purple color. "I lost them Hank....."

"Someone took the deviant."

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Thanks for reading the prologue, stay tuned for the first chapter, which will be uploaded Monday, July 3rd.

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b1uemayhem · 1 day ago

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Infamous deviance

This is my first public fic, so please bear with me! I've had Connor brainrot lately, and so many ideas came into my head that I just had to write something xD. I'm not familiar with tumblr so excuse any weird formatting.

Chapter 1

Jericho had always been a place you considered a safe haven since the moment you arrived—a place that felt like a dream. While some may not see the beauty in a rundown ship filled with others just as flawed, you do. You've come to appreciate its imperfections and the community of peers who reside there with you. They welcomed you with open arms, providing you with the safest embrace you have ever known. Maybe it's not the utopia that some envision when they hear about the mysterious Jericho, but to you, it's home. Of all the places you have lived, none compare to Jericho. Even though you have only truly been there for about 6 months, it feels as if you have been part of this place for years. It’s as if you have grown alongside everyone else, transforming into a completely new person. Your former self is a memory you would rather forget—weak and always under someone else's control. It pains you to recall those days in the Eden Club, but now they seem like a distant memory. Here, you feel safe. While it may not be perfect, it's the only place that has given you the one thing you have chased for so long: freedom.

During your time here, you have rarely encountered new faces, and you’ve heard that others haven't either. With the increasing number of deviant "cases" occurring, especially in the last couple of months, you would expect to see more people like you. However, it isn't normal for another deviant to trust someone enough to share the directions to reach Jericho; it’s simply too risky—especially with the infamous deviant hunter lurking around. Recently, there have been more reports about him, which scares everyone, rightfully so. Every time we venture outside, we never know if we will encounter him. What would happen if our paths crossed? What if he discovers Jericho? His ability to find deviants with the slightest trail just to hand them over to the humans, without any remorse, is horrifying. He knows exactly what they do to people like us. You wonder if he even bothers to listen to the stories of those deviants, or if it's all about gaining praise from humans by completing his job.

While leaving the comfort of our home isn’t ideal, it is necessary. The longer we remain hidden, the greater the risk that more of us will shut down. You can’t allow that to happen after all the effort you've put into making it here and all you've sacrificed. It wasn’t for nothing. You cannot afford to lose anyone else dear to you, even if it means venturing out for supplies on your own. You’re willing to take that risk to help everyone. However, you know of one person who might be willing to join you: Markus. Your conversations with him about your dreams—his dreams—have been beautiful. The dream of living in harmony with humans. Is it even possible? You’ve had your doubts, especially recently, but you push those thoughts aside. Focus. Right now, the priority is to help everyone and find Markus. He's probably with North, so locating them shouldn't be too difficult. It feels like they've been inseparable ever since they met, which is quite sweet. It almost makes you jealous—no, it DOES make you jealous. Not because you have any lingering feelings for Markus, but because it reminds you of what you once had. You had someone you would have done anything for too, someone who was also your reason for enduring human control for so long. You feel so stupid for letting your emotions toward someone have you deal with everything for so long, why? Now's not the time; you need to keep reminding yourself of that. As you finally collect yourself again, you venture down the rundown staircase and analyze the room, finding only Simon. Surely he should know where Markus and North are.

You approach him, and he stares at you, slightly taken aback by your intrusion into his personal space. You try to ignore his sharp gaze as you start speaking. "Do you have any idea where Markus might be? Aside from being with North?"

You chuckle at your comment, which seems to amuse Simon as well; he cracks a smile. "Why yes, I do! What do you need him for, if you don't mind me asking?" he replies cheerfully, as always.

Your laughter gradually fades, leaving a smile on your face. "Well… as you know, we're out of blue blood and key biocomponents are running low again." Your smile quickly turns into a frown, which is something everyone hates to see in your usually cheerful demeanor. Simon nods and replies, "Yeah, we're all aware of that fact. There's not much we can do about it. It's too risky." Feeling defensive, you step closer to him and say, "Risky or not, we need biocomponents. We both know that." Your words are filled with frustration. You realize the situation and don't want to do anything you'll regret, so you decide to back down. A sigh escapes your lips as your expression darkens. You pinch your nose bridge and ask, “Can you just tell me where Markus is?” Simon's gaze softens, but disappointment is evident on his face. “Right, he and North went to their usual spot. I assume they wanted some alone time.” His emphasis on "alone time" irritates you. You know he’s hinting that you shouldn’t interrupt, but this is important! How can you just wait for their moment to be over? Time is of the essence; every second counts. You turn your back and start to leave, forcing yourself to say, "Thanks," though it stings your ego. Any remaining gratitude vanishes when you feel his grip on your wrist. He pulls you toward him, and you face him again, your expression hardening. "What? Let go of me! I need to talk to Markus."

He gazes into your eyes with a pained expression. "It's dangerous. Please, what if we lose you too?" Your expression softens as you study his features. Your hand slips onto his, and you grip it tightly. "I know, Simon. I understand why you're worried, but I can't just stand by and let people die around me."

He glances at your hand resting on his before speaking again, this time more urgently. "Usually, I would be all for going out to get them, but with everything happening around us—and your disregard for your own life—it’s concerning." He raises his voice and continues, "I just want to emphasize that you’re important to everyone at Jericho. You and Markus have opened our eyes." His tone softens. "We’ve started to realize that there may be hope for a brighter future, but we can’t pursue it at a time like this."

You pull away from his grip. "You're wrong. If we ever want to achieve our dream, we need everyone with us." You head in the direction of Markus, Simon's voice fading into the distance.

You find Markus sitting confidently on the edge of the crumbling building, with North beside him. They both stare out at the view of the ruined city, a place we are determined to be a part of—truly, as equals among its inhabitants. The scene before you is strikingly beautiful; it almost makes you forget the atrocities that have taken place across the city. It’s clear that people turn a blind eye to androids until we finally reach our breaking point—that’s when they start to pay attention. Why does it have to be this way? Why is violence the only answer? We shouldn’t ignore this pattern. History shows us that this is a relentless cycle, one that must be broken for us to truly move forward. Is it even possible?

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georgiasbloom · 2 years ago

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my friend is doing a survey for her class abt video games, specifically dbh. you don’t have to have any knowledge but i’d appreciate if anyone sees this and takes it heheheh <3

#representation #class #race #racial representation #detroit: bh #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh memes #dbh hank #dbh kara #dbh north #dbh connor #detroit become human

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infin1ty-garden · 1 year ago

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♡ ‧₊˚ ‧₊ .ᐟ 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧₊ .ᐟ

♡ ⇢ 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ☾ ⇢ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ✰ ⇢ 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠/ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

⋆｡°✩ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟 (𝑟𝑘800)

⟶ 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑠 ☾ ♡

⟶ 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝐼𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ✰

⟶ 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑀𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 ✰

⟶ 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ♡

⟶ 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ♡

⟶ 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 ��𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐷𝑜 ✰

⟶ 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 ✰

⟶ 𝐵𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 ✰

⟶ 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 (𝑓𝑡. 𝐺𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑑) ♡

⋆｡°✩ 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑

⟶ 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 ☾

⟶ 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 ✰

⟶ 𝑁𝑜 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑠𝑒 ♡

⟶ 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑆𝑒𝑥 ♡

⟶ 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 ♡

⟶ 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠 ♡

⟶ 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡... ♡

⟶ 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒 ♡

⟶ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑜𝑦 ✰

⋆｡°✩ 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑏ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠

⟶ 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ✰

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#detroit become human #reader insert #no y/n #dbh x reader #gavin reed #dbh gavin #dbh gavin x reader #dbh north #dbh markus #dbh connor #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed x reader #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800

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xthescarletbitch · 1 year ago

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what about kara and north with a shy y/n?

ooh! as someone who is shy, let’s talk about it.

kara

as a shy person, it’s easy to feel like you’re a nuisance to those you’re around because you have a hard time putting yourself out there. kara is not that person at all. kara is the type to nurture and encourage you, remaining patient through it all. if you don’t want to go out, that’s okay! she’ll happily figure out something else to do that makes you feel more comfortable. she would never force anything out of you, but she’d hold your hand until you were ready. she avoids trying to help you out herself (aside from trying to make you more comfortable) because she feels that you would benefit more of your own doing. kara is also the type to hype you up once you’ve accomplished something, like going to the store alone.

north

i think a big experience of those who are shy is meeting someone who takes you out of it—someone who makes you feel like you’re not so much of an introvert after all. north is that person. she is the loud friend who encourages you to be loud with her, forgetting all about your fears. she didn’t understand them at first, but after getting to know you, she memorises the ways in which she can be useful. her main goal is to get you out of your shell, and she doesn’t do it in a pressuring way, but in a “let me guide you through it” way. if you’re having a particularly hard time, and you allow her to, she’d gladly talk for you or do the thing. north is definitely the “SHE SAID NO PICKLES” kind of girl. it makes me think of that meme of the woman holding kevin hart—guess who is who!

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deflatinghellokittyballoon · 2 years ago

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✦ How/Why do they get jealous

✦ Pairing/s: Kara (AX400), Chloe (RT600), North (WR400) x Gn! reader

Word Count: 295

Content Warnings: None

Content/s: Platonic/Romantic — Headcanons — Reader is referred to as "you" (Let me know if i missed any ಥ‿ಥ)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

What i will write + Introduction

✦ Kara (AX400)

Well, She wouldn't.

Kara fully trusts you and doesn't ever think about you cheating. She believes that trust is crucial in any relationship and never lets jealousy cloud her judgment. She knows that jealousy can be damaging and chooses to communicate openly and honestly with you about any concerns or insecurities she may have, rather than succumbing to jealousy.

✦ Chloe (RT600)

Chloe is typically calm and composed, but when she becomes jealous, she might exhibit subtle signs of unease. She may become more reserved or distant, avoiding eye contact or not engaging in her usual playful banter.

Chloe's jealousy may stem from her deep emotional attachment to you. As an android designed to provide companionship, she may develop strong feelings for you and become possessive of your attention/affection.

Despite her jealousy, Chloe may struggle to express her emotions openly. She may try to hide her jealousy behind a facade of indifference or denial, not wanting to appear vulnerable or needy.

✦ North (WR400)

North may struggle with feelings of insecurity when she's jealous. Despite her tough exterior, she may have moments of self-doubt and fear of losing your love or attention, which could fuel her jealousy.

North may also express her jealousy through physical actions, such as grabbing your hand or pulling you closer to her. She may seek physical closeness as a way to reassure herself and stake her claim on you.

North's jealousy may lead to conflicts or arguments with you, as she may struggle to contain her emotions. She may be prone to outbursts or confrontations when she feels threatened or insecure.

North may become more distant or cold towards you when she's jealous and'll give you the silent treatment.

#deflatinghellokittyballoon #gender neutral reader #reader insert #headcanons written by deflatinghellokittyballoon #dbh north x reader #dbh kara x reader #dbh chloe x reader #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader headcanons #detroit become human x reader #north x reader detroit become human #chloe x reader detroit become human #kara x reader detroit become human

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iceman-kazansky · 2 years ago

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Rk900 :)

Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)

Chapter One: Naming Nines

Series Synopsis:

After Gavin Reed, the biggest asshat in the DPD refuses to work with the newest android detective, the only RK900 in existence, you find yourself being offered the opportunity in his stead. Post successful android revolution, with a very recently deviated android partner at your side, will the two of you gain the same level of success as Hank and Connor, or will your different manifestations of humanity, and all of the feelings that come along with it, get in the way?

AKA: Reader and Nines get partnered up and grow closer over a series of one-shots and random cases.

Will you become RK900's ruination?

Chapter Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,579

"Absolutely not!"

The sounds of shouting nearly made you groan as you slumped down further in your desk, trying to ignore the grown man throwing a temper tantrum clearly visible through the glass just a few yards in front of you.

"Sounds like Gavin found out about his new android partner, huh?"

Muttered one of your coworkers from behind you, and you lamented internally at all of the bitching you were going to be subjected to as a result of this mess. Having your desk situated just a few feet across from Detective Reed's meant having to hear all about his newest complaints and disagreements, even if you had absolutely no interest in them at all. Back when you were still considered a rookie just a year prior, you had hoped this had all been a test, and that you would soon be moved to a less bothersome location, but as time went on with no complaints from you, Fowler appeared to have decided that the arrangement worked just fine as a permanent fixture.

You were less than pleased.

Trying not to be as obvious in your staring as your coworkers, you placed your tablet in your lap, looking up from the blank screen every few seconds to watch Gavin push at some other expensive looking object, his eyes wild with an anger you had grown all too familiar with throughout your somewhat brief time here at the station. Needless to say, you were not a fan of Detective Reed and his childishness, and this extreme act of crazed rage only made you all the more aware of how ridiculous and dramatic he could be.

"All this over some android partner?"

You muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes before returning them down to the tablet in front of you, still blank as you tried to look as busy as possible despite your light work load.

Working in the android crimes unit alongside Lieutenant Anderson, Connor, and Detective Reed had been no walk in the park so far, especially not when the first two made such an incredible team. You and Gavin, on the other hand, had been urged to try your best for a few months, before it was ultimately decided that you both worked best on your own. Or, at least, that's what the amicable write up said. In reality, Reed had made it impossible to work with him over the course of just three months, and after that, you had outright refused a partnership. If you were supposed to receive any form of repercussions for this, they never came, and now, watching Gavin rant and rave through the glass of Fowler's office, you were pretty sure that you knew why.

How could anyone truly expect someone to work well with one of the biggest assholes in the entire city of Detroit?

Yourself and the rest of your coworkers watched on for a while, as Gavin continued to argue his case against a potential asset to his one man show of a team, rolling your eyes jointly at his dramatics until finally, Fowler put his head in his hands and exasperatedly motioned for your desk neighbor to leave. Begrudgingly, you watched as Reed did just that, grumbling something under his breath that had your boss glaring at his back as he exited the room.

Everything was quiet as Gavin approached the desk across from yours once more, and everyone tried to look as busy as possible despite the obvious lack of commotion within the usually busy police department.

You relished in that near silence for a few minutes, before suddenly, Fowler's angry voice sounded from just outside of his office door, his glare fixated on Gavin despite you being the only person he was talking to.

Damn, Gavin really had pissed him off, huh?

"Detective L/n!"

He shouted, and you swallowed thickly before standing at once, nodding in his direction to show that you were listening, At the sight of an actually obedient employee, Fowler seemed to calm a bit, although you noted that his hands were still clenched into fists as he spoke,

"How would you like your very own android partner?"

Shocked, you stared at your boss as if he had lost his mind, fighting the urge to ask him if he was sure he had the right person. You were just barely out of rookie status, nowhere near important enough to have earned an android of your own. But, then again, Gavin had blown it, and the unit needed more hands on experts, whether Gavin wanted to work with one them or not, so in the end, you were pretty much the only other option if they didn't want an android going about solving crimes alone.

Swallowing back your various questions and concerns in favor of simply answering the question at hand, you nodded once at your superior,

"It would be crazy of me to say no to an opportunity like that, sir."

You replied as cooly as possible, taking note of the way that Gavin sneered from his seat across from your own as he rolled his eyes at your words. He had called you a kiss ass since your arrival, but truthfully, you just knew when to use the right kind of language with the right kind of person, unlike the incredibly annoying detective you had been forced to call your partner just a few months back.

"Good. Glad to hear there's at least one sane person in the damn Android Crimes Unit."

He grumbled that last part before clearing his throat and speaking up once more,

"Your assigned model is an RK900, the only one in existence. It was originally created as a prototype advanced deviant hunter, but ever since it's... deviance a few months prior, along with the results of the android revolution, employment in a separate area started being considered. You will guide this android in your field work, and maintain a professional relationship with him regardless of your differences, do I make myself clear?"

Shocked to have heard Fowler address this in front of everyone rather than in a private meeting, you nodded quickly and eagerly in response to his words, watching as your boss signed in relief and ran his hand across his face.

"Good. The model was brought by for tuning and integration this morning. He should be by your desk promptly."

Shocked, you opened your mouth to reply, maybe even ask a few questions, but before you could Fowler had returned to his glass enclosure, picking his desk phone up and dialing a number quickly, his shoulders tense and eyebrows drawn together.

Maybe right now wasn't the best time for questions regarding your new android partner.

Sighing, you sat back down once more, trying not to look nervous as you stared back down at the blank tablet on your desk once again.

That is, until a voice, slightly familiar, and somehow also incredibly foreign to you spoke up from your right.

You yelped in response to the sudden sound, jumping in your chair and twisting around to all but gawk at the intimidating man who stood before you.

He looked incredibly similar to Connor, but somehow the slight differences made him seem like a completely different person, and you could tell by the cold expression on his face that they would in no way be sharing similar personalities. Where Connor Anderson, the RK800 model who had deviated nine months ago, was warm and friendly, always ready to ask about your day, this RK900 model was clearly cool and calculated, his gaze consistently disapproving no matter where or who it happened to fall upon.

And to be the subject of said disapproval? It made you shiver before you could even speak up, giving the android in front of you the opportunity to do so first.

"Hello Detective L/n. I am an RK900 prototype built for the purpose of tracking down and dismantling deviants such as my predecessor. That being said, my previous function has been rendered inconsequential due to my status as deviant, and therefore, I have gained employment here, alongside the RK800 model known to you as Connor, in order to support the DPD in the development of android crimes. I understand that you are to be my partner in this task, is this correct?"

You blinked, shocked at the robotic tone of the supposed deviant who stood before you. You stared for a moment, taking in the crisp white jacket that adorned the android's shoulders, and the blinking model number that could be seen on his chest. He was incredibly intimidating, several inches taller than Connor, and far less friendly. It was as if this android felt no reason at all to utilize it's social interaction protocols, and you couldn't help but wonder if that was yet another unexplored area of deviancy.

Slowly, as if unsure of your own actions, you reached your hand out to the android in front of you, clearing your throat as you did so, trying to shake your nerves and muster up the courage to speak.

"I look forward to working with you..."

You trailed off hesitantly, your heartbeat quickening as you felt the unfamiliar chill of the RK900's hand against your own, that gaze never leaving you as your hands interlocked, shaking in greeting slowly,

"Is there something wrong?"

The RK900 model in front of you asked slowly, his words clearly enunciated and incredibly probing as they passed the artificial pink skin of his lips.

"I, uh, I guess I don't know what to call you."

The android quirked it's head in curiosity before it seemed to understand your words, and nodded,

"Ah, yes, your RK800 model-"

"Connor"

You corrected immediately, knowing how much the android in question disliked being called by his model number, your nerves leaving you for the briefest of moments as you stood up for your friend.

"Right, your... Connor"

The RK900 spoke slowly this time, as if testing the way that the sentence sounded in his ears, and you almost smiled at how much it reminded you of his predecessor.

Suddenly, as if he had been enlightened with the correct words to say, the RK900 model cleared his throat, and spoke up again,

"My predecessor, Connor as you call him, goes by a name. This name was given to him upon his distribution, in order to make him more relatable and easy to trust. I was not built to be trusted, nor related to. To put it simply, Detective, I was built for the purpose of destruction, ruination if you will, and that of my own kind in particular. Therefore, I was not given a name as Connor was upon the start of his mission."

You nodded softly, gazed upward at the oh so familiar stranger that stood above you,

"Right, I guess that does make sense... In that case, can we give you a name?"

You asked, tilting your head in question as the android before you stiffened a bit, quirking a brow in response,

"You wish to name me?"

He asked, and you shrugged softly, trying to ignore the heat that was building in your cheeks,

"Well, not exactly. You can pick it if you want to, I just want something to call you that isn't as long as your model number."

Nodding in understanding, the RK900 thought for a moment, before finally reaching what to him was the most logical conclusion.

"I will allow you to choose, since you are so keen on my having a new name to go by as your partner."

You could have sworn you saw the android smirk a bit as he spoke these words, but you shook it off and started thinking hard about potential names for the man in front of you.

This train of thought lasted far longer than you had ever initially anticipated, and eventually, you found yourself groaning out of frustration, hunched over a notepad at your desk two hours after your initial meeting with your new partner.

"Nicholas?"

You offered hopefully, and the man in front of you shook his head for what had to be the one hundredth time that day, that shadow of a smug grin forming on his lips as he met your gaze again from the desk attached to your own, which he had made himself comfortable at shortly after his arrival.

"It just doesn't suit me."

He explained wryly, and you fought to roll your eyes in exasperation as he utilized the same excuse he had been using for the past twenty names. He had a reason to hate everything.

Sighing heavily, you moved to bury your head in your hands, rubbing at your cheeks before you let out an annoyed huff, glaring over at your new partner.

"Two hours in and you're already impossible."

"Oh, on the contrary, Detective."

The android's response was immediate, long and drawn out as he leaned forward so his elbow was on your desk rather than his own, his smirk predatory in a way that made you almost feel frightened as you swallowed thickly while desperately trying to come up with a new name.

"I think I am being quite cooperative. I mean, I've hardly said a thing about that untouched work load of yours."

He finished teasing, and you shot him another glare, as you stood to pace before your shared desk space.

"Well fine then, if a regular name doesn't work, how about something different?"

You asked exasperatedly, and the RK900 leaned forward towards you in what appeared to be mock anticipation,

"Different you say? Go on then Detective, what do you have in mind?"

You thought for a moment, struggling to think of anything, before finally, your eyes fell on that glowing model number upon his jacket, and finally it hit you.

"Nines,"

You breathed out the name as if it were a prayer, and the android in front of you seemed to hum in response, watching you intently as your gaze moved to meet his own once more, challenging and unwavering.

Just what he was hoping to see.

"I like it."

He said after what had felt like an entire minute of deliberation, and you whooped victoriously and jumped excitedly about the small office in response to those three short words, your grin wide and splitting your face in two.

He watched, annoyed by your strange actions, yet somehow also entertained by how improvised and sudden all of your reactions felt to him.

Were all humans like this? If so, this job would get exhausting very fast.

Eventually, you slowed back down and had the sense to look a bit bashful as you sat across from the RK900 - 'Nines' once more, clearing your throat awkwardly as you started to look at your completely empty tablet for what felt like the one millionth time that day.

"I do hope you know that tablet has been depleted of battery life, Detective."

Nines' voice was laced with a bit of humor and cruelty as he spoke, and you groaned internally upon being caught.

You couldn't find the correct words to respond with, so instead you turned your face away from the man sitting on the other side of your desk, trying to focus on anything else but this near stranger who was supposed to be your partner sometime in the near future.

How were you ever going to make it through this with your sanity?

#hes so cool #sad what things you must do to get his ending #RIP HANK FR #and markus #and Kara #but not North #shes a bitch #DBH x reader #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #fic reblogs

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