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moments

Pair: RK800 x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written in months and I’m just trying to defeat my major writer’s block >.< Enjoy!

“How could you fall in love with that, thing?” your co-worker had said to you earlier that day, her words ringing in your head along with the other shouts and crude statements from different strangers on the street.  

You knew better than to worry about what others thought about you but it was innocent moments like these, you resting peacefully on his lap with him playing with your hair as the two of you caught up on your favorite TV show, where you couldn’t help but focus on their opinions.  

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, breaking the silence.  

You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to notice that your significant other had stopped paying attention to the lit up screen and was now looking at you.  

“Nothing,” you replied softly.  

You cherished these moments that you shared with him, his hand gently drawing patterns into your shoulders, the closeness calming your nerves.  It was moments like these where you felt all of your worries and problems got washed away making you feel so at peace.  How could people label your relationship as wrong when everything felt so right?

A few more seconds past before you spoke again, “what would they say if they saw us like this? Watching TV together and laying together like this and so close?”

You felt his fingers gently cup your chin prompting you to look up at him.  You watched as the corners of his mouth lift up into a smile, all of which made your heart flutter.  

“They would say that we’re in love.”

I haven’t written anything in ages so please bear with me

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@dbh-found-family week 4: future :D

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@dbh-found-family week 4 - past: it’s hard to escape from the past when it’s burnt into your skin

based on the idea that Android blood never fully evaporates!!

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week one: work

After the Android revolution, Connor must train as an officer, just as a human would, before he can reach his previous stature again... he’s not sure how to feel about that.

this is for the dbh found family event!!! I wanted to try something that’s different to my usual style and this event was the perfect excuse

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Deviating Love Affair - Prologue

Soulmate AU with DBH Connor

Pair: DBH Connor x Female! Reader

Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday.  However you, being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day.  After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist.  Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.

A/N: So I just got this idea like this morning and I thought it would be interesting to write it as a series.  I’m not sure if this really follows all of the rules with soulmate stuff but whatever.  This is just a little blurb I wrote up to kind of set everything up.  If I see that several of you like the idea, I’ll go through with it (since I’ve had instances where I just started a series right off the bat and no one really read it).  Enjoy!

You looked down at your desk covered with hundreds of files that Fowler wanted you to organize.  Your desk clock had read, 5:27 PM on August 5, 2038.  You sighed as you thought about all of the filing that you had to get done by the end of tonight.  You would think that with advanced technology, all of this paperwork would be electronic; however, this was not the case.  People at the Detroit Police Department still appreciated the feeling of paper in yellow manila folders and because of this, it meant that you were in charge of organizing the whole thing, especially since you were the youngest in the station.  

“Hey kiddo,” you heard Hank’s voice say.  

You looked over your shoulder and noticed Hank with an outstretched hand, holding a cup of coffee.  “Thanks, Hank,” you said with a smile before taking the hot beverage from him.  

“So Fowler dumped all of the work on you huh?” he asked, grabbing the nearest chair and moving it next to you to take a seat.  

“Yeah, but is it that surprising?” you asked before taking another sip of your coffee.  

Hank chuckled before shaking his head no.  “Well, that’s why I’m here,” he said as he grabbed a couple of folders, “I’m here to help.”  

A couple of hours and multiple papercuts later, you and Hank were finally done with placing the mounds of paperwork in their perspective folders.  You sighed in relief as you placed the stack of folders in alphabetical order on Fowler’s already crowded desk.  

“Ready to go?” Hank asked as he handed you your jacket.  

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said as you reached to grab your jacket from his hand.  

You noticed Hank’s eyebrows furrow as he stared at your outstretched arm, “What?” you asked.  

“What’s that on your wrist?”

You followed his gaze to your right arm and noticed that a black tattoo had formed on your wrist.  Your eyes widened as you brought your wrist closer to you, your left thumb rubbing your skin as if you were expecting it to rub off right away.  

“Your soulmate tattoo finally came in,” Hank said with a smile, “What’s the lucky guy’s name?”

“Connor.”

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