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vee-beeee · 1 year ago

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Fun Times At the Station

HELLO

Im back with another short an fluffy one :)

Premise: Fun times at the station :D

Warnings: cringe like SUPER cringe behavior BE WARNED, fluff AGAIN, diet light swearing, connor being a cutie pie

Mean girls reference ahead

(living for a lil protective connor)

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Another boring day at the office.

Well as boring as it can be at a police station.

Today had consisted of just desk work so far, and you were settling in to work overtime to get all of it done. You had already come at the crack of dawn, before anyone else was there, to get started. You sighed as you reclined slightly in your chair, taking a chance to peer over at a certain android.

Your favorite android in fact

The RK800 prototype, Connor

The first time you saw him was during the height of the deviancy. You were one of the investigators on the Ortiz case, and saw him trailing behind Hank at the front door. He looked like a lost puppy, but then it morphed into a more determined expression as he saw the body. You watched him walk around and analyze evidence, and at one point he even came up to you to ask some questions about what you thought.

You remembered thinking "why is this smart, basically super computer guy asking ME what I think?" you had answered of course, but he could tell you were confused.

Even Connor didn't know why he talked to you. He had noticed you staring at him when he entered the house and still felt your gaze watching his form as he scanned and analyzed evidence.

He honestly had no clue what drove him to do it, but looking back, he's glad he did. It essentially started your friendship. He knew one thing, and that was when he did walk over to you and questioned you, he got a software instability notification in the corner of his vision. Wonder why.

You remembered that day fondly, how sweet he was with you, his cute little face, it was so refreshing after being around that gruesome death.

And then you realized you had been staring off into space, which had coincidentally been right next to his face. His very confused face.

Anddddd now he was walking towards you.

"Detective? Is everything alright?" he tilted his head as he asked, His LED blinking amber. You saw his eyes flicker briefly down your body you and realized he was probably scanning you. You snapped out of your trance to respond to him.

"Oh yeah Connor, I'm so sorry I was just staring into space." he raised his eyebrow at you, but eventually nodded and adjusted his tie. You watched him walk past your desk and into the break room, which was a little strange. You exhaled, sliding down your seat and tried to go back to work at this awkward angle. But you couldn't get into it, you felt like someone was staring into your soul. So you sat up and looked over the edge of your computer and saw non other than Hank staring you down. He had an smug expression plastered all over his face. You flushed and looked back down at your computer, and you could barely see him out of the corner of your eye moving with quiet laughter. You grumbled and started typing.

It wasn't your fault Connor was so cute! It was cyberlife! They totally knew what they were doing, making all his freckles and cute eyes and..

"Detective?" you whipped around as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Connor was standing with what looked to be a coffee and your favorite snack.

"I was wondering if you wished to take a break? Working for this long can cause the human body to falter." You literally almost cried. He was so so sweet. You were so flustered by him, that the response you had prepared, a tie between cool and great came out jumbled up and mixed around. Future you would be haunted by it for the rest of your life out of embarrassment

"Grool"

You froze and Connor raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then a soft chuckle filled the space around you. He was laughing. You made Connor laugh.

He's chuckles slowly lessened but he still had a lingering smile on his face. He took both items into one hand and held out the other for you to take, and you gladly accepted. You picked yourself up and realized as you were walking to the break room that he didn't let go of your hand

"Detective your heart rate just picked up. Are you okay?" you stopped and stared at him gawking a little as he looked smugly into your eyes. Was he teasing you? he was totally teasing you.

"Im fine! Also, sidenote, grools a totally real word you know" you knew your argument was garbage, Connor was literally the most advanced android and knew basically everything, including the English language, but you guessed messing up had one advantage. Connor squeezed your hand and led you to the break room, filling the hallways with his and yours small chuckles.

After you had that break with Connor, (which had been filled with him and you talking about anything and everything) , he got a report and informed you that both of you were assigned to interrogate a guy accused of selling red ice.

Here you thought today would be easy.

You and Connor put your serious caps on and joined Hank and a pissed off Gavin in the observation room. On the other side of the one way glass was a sweaty looking guy who was gazing right into the mirror. You shivered at his look of determination and defiance, and all of a sudden you felt Connor's hand graze your own and wrap his pinky around yours. Okay, situation forgotten, you need a minute to swoon over Connor.

(What you both didn't see was Hank looking down at your hands and smirking)

Unfortunately, Gavin had other plans than let you swoon.

"Y/N why don't you go in there and try to talk some sense into this guy. He's been annoying the hell out of me since we picked him up." Gavin glared at you and rolled his eyes away when he saw how close Connor was. Luckily you were standing at an angle so he couldn't see your fingers, which would have inevitably lead to more comments.

Speaking of that cute little pinky holding thing going on, you really didn't want to let go. But Connor nodded at you and unhooked his finger, giving you a small reassuring smile which made everything better.

"Okay ill go and question him, but keep an eye on that guy" you turned to look Conner in the eye while saying that last part and he tilted his head, LED flashing yellow.

You stepped into the room, door hissing shut behind you, and tried greet the man, but he wasn't looking at you. He was still looking at the glass. Staring deeply into it, as if he could see someone's reflection.

What he didn't know, was that he was blindly staring at Connor.

And Connor was staring back.

You cleared your throat and started off by reading him his rights, and then explained to him why he was here. When you mentioned the red ice he rolled his eyes and finally turned his head to face you.

"I don't know why everyone keeps saying I'm selling red ice. Have you even found any at my own damn house?

You sighed and looked him up and down, your knee shaking slightly, but keeping a straight face. "No, we haven't." His face fell back into a smug grin. Time to risk it for a chocolate biscuit. "Buttt.. we were tipped off that you might have a storehouse somewhere filled with the stuff. Mind telling me where that is?"

He wheezed out and turned his full body in his chair to look at you.

"If you think I'm going to tell you where that is, your dreaming." He then started leaning his weight over the table to stare you down. "They also shouldn't have sent in a little thing like you to question me."

You shivered, but held eye contact and didn't back down. Connor balled his hands up in the observation room and continued to stare down the guy. Hank turned and gave him an eyebrow raise, seeing his angered state. Connor turned his head slightly to acknowledge him but didn't dare take his eyes off the guy. He needed to be ready to move. The man continued to sit there, slinking back into his chair and with a look of victory. He thought he won.

When really you had.

"So you do have a separate storehouse?"

His face instantly paled.

You leaned back and crossed your legs. "We actually didn't know that. Thanks for the new info." you stood up and walked out of the room while he blubbered, door closing shut after you. Stepping back into the observation room, you were greeted by 3 faces beaming at you.

You instantly got embarrassed, not liking this new attention you were getting and you absolutely panicked. And then said the worst thing EVER.

"I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot" you made a motion with your arms to go with the toot toot, and to top it off your voice cracked as you said it going high pitched. And then you just stood there. Cosplaying as a tomato.

Hank looked like he was going to cry and burst into laughter, and Gavin sighed and shoved you on his way out the door, hollering out a "And just when i thought you were cool" as he strode down the hallway.

Connor knew one thing while he watched you awkwardly stand there and pat Hank on the back as he wheezed from laughing so hard.

He liked you. Like-liked you. A lot.

And when Hank had left to go back to his desk, you and Connor were left alone.

"That was very impressive detective." he murmured as you looked up into his eyes, and your lips twitched

"My imitation of a horn or the interrogation?" Connor chuckled, taking your hand into his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, LED glowing amber. You let him do so and gazed into his eyes as you both leaned closer, inching forwards.

"Both"

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SORRY FOR THE KISSY KISS CUTOFF

I SWEAR ill try to write a kiss scene sometime, but im so not confident enough to do that yet.

I hope you enjoyed this fluff fest, im still working on banter so if it comes off weird forgive me, this is like me 4 week of writing.

THANKS FOR READING

hope it wasnt cringe for yall

sorry for spelling an plot holes lol

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh hank

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pinkdoodoofart · 4 months ago

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Your Hair (Connor x Black! Reader)

Summary: Connor is still adjusting to being at the DPD and improving his relationships with you and Hank. He starts with you, trying to understand you more and grow closer to you. (Will be a bunch of one-shots in chapters I guess?)

Word Count: 1141

This has not been proofread, wrote this today before work so it will be edited later maybe. A little comfort oneshot for those who struggle with liking their hair, i def struggled ToT

Though he has his own desk now, Connor is still not generally familiar with his environment or his partners at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson, better known as Hank, shows much disdain towards Connor. Making it difficult to work on cases efficiently, much to Connor's dismay.

Software Instability Decreased

However, all is not entirely formidable. His other partner, (Y/N), quiet as you can be, was pleasant and understanding. When you first met, he wasn't ignored, pushed to the side, or spoken to rudely. Instead, you greeted him as if he were another human being. However, meeting at the homicide crime scene of Carlos Ortiz was not what he would consider cordial.

Today was a slow day at the department. Hank hasn't shown up yet, Gavin is loud and obnoxious, and no one will even bat an eye in his direction. Connor sits at his desk, scanning over the same files repeatedly looking for anything to pique his interest.

"Good morning Connor," a sweet and soft voice greets, prompting Connor to raise his head in the direction of his quiet partner. His eyes shoot up to your head before responding. Your hair was gigantic and different from when he last saw her with braids.

"Good morning (Y/N), did you have a safe drive to the station?" He questions as he watches you set up at your desk. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to your hair as he spoke. You look at him with a soft smile as you sit down, "I did, less traffic than normal thank fuck." This makes Connor chuckle a bit, you're quiet, but you have quite a dirty mouth.

"That's good..." he says as he keeps staring intensely. You look up to see him staring intensely at your head, making you look up as if something was above you.

"Is something wrong Connor?" you question while sitting at your desk, facing him. Finally, his attention shifts to your face as he turns his head to the left slightly, "Your hair is drastically different from the last time I saw you. It's... very big". This makes you let out a loud and uncontrolled laugh (which gets the attention of other coworkers, prompting you to quiet down), not telling him about the unintentional innuendo he said.

"I took my braids out and decided to go with the 'fro," You say simply staring at him with a smile trying to calm yourself down. This further confuses him, it shouldn't look like that after taking them out, right? "Do you like it, Connor?" You ask while puffing it out as if putting on a show for him. He continues to stare, perplexed by the volume of your hair having increased considerably. While distracted, he doesn't notice you moving closer in your chair. "You seem lost in thought, you good?" You examine when your first question remained unanswered.

"I'm fine Detective, but I do have a question," he finally responds after some time. You nod and sit patiently, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your hair's volume and mass has increased drastically, how is that possible?" He sounds like a curious child when an adult is working on something unfamiliar to their knowledge.

"My hair is very interesting Connor. When wet, it shrinks and curls up, when blow-dried, it expands. My braids were getting old, so I decided to take them out, wash my hair, and go with the 'fro." You state, touching your hair as you explain. The circle on his temple goes yellow for a moment before transitioning back to blue, "I see, that is very interesting Detective. It's vastly different than my hair." You pause, lips forming a tight line, which does not go unnoticed. "Did I upset you, Detective?" He asks slightly worried and confused, did he say something wrong?

"No, you're fine Connor. Just thinking about how younger me would've loved to have hair like yours," You say, slightly cringing at the thought. Once again, he does his cute little head tilt, "Like mine? My hair is fake as I am a machine." You chuckle a bit before putting a hand on his shoulder, "I mean the texture hun". He's further confused by your answer, why would you want hair like his?

"But why? Your hair is beautiful and unique whereas the texture of my hair is simplistic." You smile at the compliment before you explain yourself, "Growing up, I went to a predominately white school, from kindergarten to high school. Everyone had straight hair, could jump in the pool and their hair wouldn't shrink or be hard to comb through. Even when I straightened my hair, it didn't look like the other girls. Although I was never bullied for my hair, that didn't stop the insecurities." You finish while looking at the ground.

A hand pulls your head up to look at its owner, Your hair is beautiful the way it is (Y/N)," He reaches a hand towards your hair, silently asking for permission to touch it. With an approving nod from your end, he feels through your hair slowly, letting out a noise of satisfaction. "Your hair is soft to the touch, and smells of coconuts. It's like a soft blanket that could keep you warm from any cold. Love your hair as it is (Y/N)". His response brings a blush to your cheeks (not like you can see it), a feeling of delight rushing through your chest.

You close your eyes with a hum as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, "Thanks Connor, This feels really good." You say as you lean more into his hand. He stops his hand for a moment before continuing.

"I am glad you are enjoying the feeling Detective," he states without stopping. Before you can utter another word to Connor, a loud noise erupts from the desk across from his. Connor stops as you both look up to see Hank staring at you both intensely.

"What the fuck are you doing to her Connor?' Hank asks, confused but with a hint of amusement in his tone. Connor removes his hand quickly as you continue to sit, refusing to make eye contact with either individual, "Detective (L/N) and I were having a conversation". Connor states while staring at Hank with a neutral expression. In the corner of your eye, you can see Hank staring at you before he scoffs, "More like digging your mechanical hand in her hair," he stops for a moment, seeming to try not to laugh before continuing, "We got another place to check out, get your stuff and let's go," and with that, Hank is already heading outside to his car. You pack your stuff up and quickly head in Hank's direction, but not before smiling softly at Connor. Smiling in response, Connor felt his day had suddenly gotten better

Software Instability Increased

#connor rk800 #poc friendly #connor x reader #connor x black!reader #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh rk800

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lesbianwyllravengard · 2 years ago

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okay so I keep seeing people say that Connor’s choice to either become deviant/remain machine is the biggest choice in the game but it occurred to me earlier that it’s actually completely dependent on Markus?

bc during Crossroads Connor’s conversation with Markus can boost his software instability if it’s too low to unlock the deviant option (side note: I don’t know if Connor’s conversation with North does the same? because you can’t choose her dialogue?) but ALSO in Night of the Soul if Markus shoots Connor that’s it he’s a machine again no more deviant Connor. So really Connor doesn’t have much of a choice at all

does this make sense at all?? idk (hope you’re having a good day! <3)

(I'm doing alright, thank you! <3)

And yes you're definitely right. I mean, of course, there's instances where no matter how much Markus boosts Connor's SI, he still can't deviate, but yes your point stands, and the same is with North, where everything she says raises Connor's SI. In both situations, if Connor does/says something machine like, his software instability goes down, but no matter what Markus or North say, it positively influences his SI. And yeah, if Markus shoots Connor in NotS, Connor comes back as a machine no matter what.

Connor's status as a machine or as a deviant is entirely dependent on other characters/the environment he's in. Sure, he can make choices that affect whether or not his Software Instability goes up or down, but those choices wouldn't be possible on his own. For example, he couldn't choose saving Hank over chasing Rupert if Hank wasn't there in the first place as someone who Connor could respect and regard. Connor wouldn't have been able to choose to spare the TRACIs if Echo hadn't explained to him why she'd killed the man in the first place. He wouldn't be able to spare Chloe if Kamski hadn't put the idea in his mind that she's living, if Hank hadn't called her a "nice girl", etc. etc. These things influence or trigger his empathy, and if he acts on them, it raises his instability. He wouldn't be able to do so on his own.

It's crazy to me that people actually believe his story could be standalone, or that he's somehow more important than Markus, the literal driver of the story. That anyone could think Connor's choice to remain machine or become a deviant is the "biggest choice" in the game is quite mind blowing to me. The biggest choice in the game is whether or not Markus chooses a Demonstration or a Revolution. That is the single most impactful choice in the game, the most influential choice, and the only choice that decides what kind of ending you get for every single character left. Connor's fate is irrelevant, because Markus can succeed without him. Markus can defeat him. The only thing Connor adds to the story is a different perspective to the journey to deviancy, as we see him from "birth" to "awakening".

I guess my point is, yes, you're right that Connor's choice to remain a machine or become deviant is heavily influenced by Markus - but also, it couldn't possibly be the biggest choice in the game, because his choice only affects his own fate, and at worst gives Markus an obstacle to overcome. It's silly to me that anyone would think that. Markus's decision for how they go about winning their freedom, however, is the only choice that impacts everyone, making that the biggest choice in the game.

#Connor stans be wildin for real #They say these things only bc 1. they are so obsessed w Connor they think the game revolves around him #and 2. they refuse to look away from Connor for more than 5 seconds in order to actually pay attention to other characters #Funny bc whenever I play/watch Connor's chapters my attention falls away so fast #dbh #dbh connor #like if this game were a book. Markus would be THE main protagonist and Connor would be a side character who starts as an adversary #but can end as a friend #Like nothing in this game is ABOUT Connor. This game is ABOUT the androids' fight for freedom #Which is entirely Markus #Or North depending #But Markus is the only one who could succeed on his own #North fails or dies no matter what bc d*vid c*ge is a misogynistic piece of shit but we know that #asks #thank you anon!

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projectionproj · 1 year ago

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Dream Project Sketch Assignment

Collect anything you are interested in.

What is your dream project?

I think right now - my dream project is one that involves projected visuals that have some variables controlled by live musical instrumentation. My significant other is a musician and has been working on several piano pieces including one composition titled China Gates by John Adams which I think would lend itself well to some sort of responsive projection. Adams has explained that the piece “oscillates between two modal worlds, only it does so with extreme delicacy” and calls “for real attention to details of dark, light, and the shadows that exist between.” (https://www.earbox.com/phrygian-gates-china-gates/)

This existing work is very different from what I am envisioning, but I think the interplay between the projected shadows, the physical mechanisms, and the sounds produced by the strings is quite compelling (https://kathyhinde.co.uk/work/piano-migrations-installation/). Though not quite yet sure what the visuals might be or represent, I certainly find myself drawn to projections (as is well documented on the mood board) that involve photographs of people, that construct narratives through their placement in physical space. I also have been working on a project collecting artifacts from my childhood (photos, document, etc.) to form a personal archive and raise questions about how memories decay/transform over time, which I could see tying in to a projected activation.

How is it made?

I could see two ways to involve piano instrumentation. The first, and probably the more complicated, would be to have a live setup with a microphone that fed audio into Modul8 and then have visuals manipulated by different variables within the sound input. Another, potentially more realistic version, could pre-program a sequence that responded to a recorded version of the instrumentation, which could then either be played alongside the projection or silenced if accompanying the pianist live.

How can you make it happen?

I have a preliminary audio recording of the piece played as a part of a performance, I could work off of that within Modul8 once we get access and start to test and understand what types of visuals might respond well to the audio. I would be open to creating unique visuals in a 3D modeling software and/or manipulating my own photography or other found images.

Who is your favorite artist?

At the moment, Rafael Lozano-Hemmer (https://www.lozano-hemmer.com).

How does the artist achieve their art practice?

According to his Art21 bio, Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s work is participatory and interactive and often relies on robotics, surveillance, and biometric technologies to bring people into community and pose overarching societal questions. Lozano-Hemmer often weaves simple technological components (like heart-rate sensors and lightbulbs) into larger complex computing systems that shift in response to certain audience characteristics. In an interview with SFMOMA in response to several works, he notes “The instability brought by participation is welcome, because it allows constant reinterpretation of the work” later adding that his works are “political, but less dedicated to politics with a capital P, and more focused on the micro politics of interaction….” Of his process, he clarifies, “My work comes from experimentation — putting things together and not knowing the outcome. Ambiguity is a rich outcome."

(http://art21.org/artist/rafael-lozano-hemmer/, https://www.sfmoma.org/read/behind-the-scenes-with-rafael-lozano-hemmer/)

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marcusrobertobaq · 10 months ago

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I just knew u would say this. U know "Markus wasn't a slave" is something from DC, right? But unfortunately for him it ain't true according to his own game as we literally got red walls events talking about limitations and Markus affirming he was a slave trapped in a "happy bubble".

I'm defending canon events, not words or interpretations only. If he wanted to make a father-son story, it would've happened - but it wasn't a thing, there's nothing hinting at a father-son relationship, the most positive route is "FRIEND". He said the father/son thing to scare shippers off - and it kinda worked.

Non-pacific path is "evil" - from the stupid humans inside the lore pov and also the propaganda spread in the universe, unfortunately it's a thing. Ridiculous and unfair, but it's there and i recognize that due how fucked up this universe is. Ain't nothing new to me people demonizing "violent" approaches esp from "minorities" or "wronged people" (idk the fucking name). This game got stupid metaphors that are just hard to ignore.

Becoming human is indeed a shit inside the actual game, it's stupid, i'd rather prefer ignoring but i know it exists. All i can do is criticize what the story was trynna say with all this bullshit cuz really becoming human...well, nobody really became human (although i know the idea behind this whole thing) and the game was called "Start a Revolution" originally. I really don't know why they changed it if it's still the main plot but it's one of the moments the game is explicitly questioning the player about "what means to be human" bullshit, i guess. A true classic, some characters got this whole thing going on too.

And i'll repeat again: the NEUTRAL option is supposed to give the player a NEUTRAL ground. Not agressive to not piss the guy off but also not entirely "conflicting" enough to raise Software Instability. In result we got Connor telling what androids are in dbh society in a non-escalating method, showing his perception and lack of self-worth but at the same time in a way it doesn't sound "i'm a fucking machine, you dumbass". This option is there much like u can respond NOTHING when Hank asks u what happens if he pulls the trigger. It depends on what u believe and each option is a way of telling what u think of the topic in the question. The game is asking it from ya. There's nothing ambiguous about this option, same way there's nothing ambiguous about the other choice groups.

@marcusrobertobaq the funny thing about fictional characters is that they can exist separately from their original author and when the story about them is told what author wanted them to be may not align with how they actually turned out and got interpreted by audience. It doesn’t mean audience is necessarily wrong, but the matter of fact is that author is now just one amongst many who has opinion about this fictional character. It may have originated from them, but now that they exist outside of their head they have no power over how it’s perceived. ESPECIALLY when it’s not even author’s solo work but a collaborative effort with other writers/actors/animators. Those people don’t have to 100% agree with each other. Doesn’t mean one is right and others are wrong.

If the game was written in a way that would only read the way Cage personally intended it to be and this way ONLY, most of us would hate it much more

Have you heard about the concept of the death of the author?

The Death of the Author is a literary theory that argues that the meaning of a text is not determined by the author's intention, but rather by the reader's interpretation.

It applies to characters too

I think if an author understands and controls their character 100% of the story it’s a self-insert or really poorly fleshed out character, like, not a character in itself but rather a decoration or a tool for the plot.

#dbh

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nothing-but-dreamy · 4 years ago

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AFTERLIFE ~ Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Connor x Reader; RK900

Words: 2.998

Warning: mention of blue blood (is that even a warning..?)

Retrospectively, to get Connor out of the building wasn’t the hardest part of your plan. In fact, it was easier than you had thought. On your way, Connor had hacked the camera and scanner of the parking deck. No alarm went on as Connor passed the checkpoints. So, the two of you got into your car to drive over the long bridge to leave the island and to get back to Detroit.

But you should have known it better. It wouldn’t stay this easy. At the end of the day, Connor was CyberLife’s property and of course, even if they wanted to deactivate him, they also wanted him back. But the last thing you had expected them to do would be sending an armed unit. And of course, part of this unit was Colden, the RK900. You weren’t surprised that they would try to get Connor back. You should have known it.

Like in an action movie, the unit stormed your house from all sides. Connor was fighting them back one by one and holding the upper hand until the situation changed. From the corner of his eyes, Connor saw you stumbling through the living room with your hands raising in the air in surrender. The RK900 was walking behind you, pushing you forward while it pointed a gun to your head.

software instability^

“Give up, Connor! Or this human will die.”, the RK900 ordered. Its voice was a bit darker than Connor’s and as cold as its name.

As Connor saw you got threatened by a gun something snapped inside of him and the wall that held him back from admitting his emotions started to fall apart. The RK900 pushed the gun closer to your head which caused you to wince in fear. As Connor heard that sound, he broke the wall down and finally understood what you had tried to tell him about to feel. After all the time where he had fought against the deviants, now, he had become one on his own. Because now, there was a reason for him to turn deviant: The only thing in his mind was to protect your life. To protect you, “Let her go and maybe I will spare your life.”, Connor said, low and threatening, he adjusted his standing and was just focused on the android behind you.

“Connor…”, you whispered, concerned about the fact that the RK900 was better than Connor would be. The last thing you wanted for Connor was to get in any more danger. He already had a gun shot in his chest and blue blood was running out of it. Androids could endure more things than humans but they weren’t indestructible.

“Let her go.”, Connor demanded calmly.

The RK900 just smirked. But the smile never reached its piercing blue eyes, “Fascinating. You turned deviant, Connor? You started to feel because of this human?”

You looked surprised at Connor. Was it possible that he had finally awoken? Were you really the reason for him to change from a machine to a living being? Quickly, Connor looked at you and you saw warmth in his brown eyes… and concern. Even a soft smile appeared on his lips which should reassure you.

“Oh, bloody hell! That’s disgusting!”, the RK900 spat out and rolled with his eyes as it witnessed the small exchange between Connor and you.

“I said: Let her go! Otherwise, I see myself forced to kill you.”, Connor hissed and looked up again. You shook your head slowly to stop him from his plan but Connor ignored you. There was no room for softness even if he was starting to feel. The RK900 wouldn’t stop until it got what CyberLife wanted.

“You know what, you could come with me and I will spare her pitiful life. I’ve been ordered to get you back. My orders are a bit more… well… flexible when it comes to her. It’s your choice.”, the RK900 said calmly but with a vicious tone.

“Connor, don’t listen to it! It just wants to kill you! CyberLife doesn’t want you alive-”, you called out but the RK900 stopped you from talking as it punched into your ribs with the back of his gun. The air got knocked out of your lungs and you slumped down on your knees trying to catch your breath.

Connor stepped forward as he saw you suffering. But as the RK900 pointed its gun back at your head, he stopped.

“I can continue with hurting her all day long. If you don’t give up, I swear you will see her dying right here. You have to think about what is more important to you. Your freedom or her life. You can’t have both.”, the RK900 said with a lopsided smirk.

Connor gritted his teeth as he searched for a way out. His existence would already be over when it weren’t for you to save him. Now, Connor was faced with the worst thing he could imagine. The last thing he wanted was to lose you now, where he knew what he was feeling for you, “Alright, alright! You win. I give up.”, Connor said finally.

“No! Connor, don’t!”, you called out in fear for his life. As you looked up at Connor, tears were blurring your vision but you were sure that you had seen Connor … winking at you?

The RK900 shoved you aside so you were falling to the ground before it stepped over you to go to Connor, “Wise decision, Connor.”

You looked shocked how the RK900 pushed Connor around to shove him to the front door of your home. You crawled back on your knees as something was clanking. As you looked up, you saw the RK900 stumbling slightly as it tried to wipe glass fragments out of its face and hair.

Connor had grabbed one of your heavy vases to break it on the androids head before he attacked the RK900 immediately. It stumbled back. They fought against each other and for you, there were just arms and legs involved in a too fast way. First, you expected the RK900 to dominate the fight and for a few moments it looked like this but then, just one minute later, Connor gained the upper hand.

Connor kicked into the side of the RK900, shoved it back violently against the next wall, grabbed its head and crashed his knee into the android's face. You looked away as you heard a disgusting sound. It wasn’t exactly the sound of breaking bones but it was also nasty to hear. Connor disarmed the taller android who had fallen on its knees and pointed the gun at its head. Blue blood was running down from Colden’s nose to its lips but it still managed to smirk. It’s blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

“Go ahead, Connor. Kill me. Otherwise, you will never be free. But there will be more of me. The next one will hunt you.”, the RK900 said low.

You stumbled over to the two and placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder. He relaxed a bit as he noticed your presence. You saw his determined expression. His hand was firmly holding the weapon. You placed your hand on his arm to move the gun away.

The RK900 chuckled as it saw that move, “Oh, how sweet. What are you trying to do? You haven’t many options. CyberLife will search for you again even if I might fail.”

Connor pointed the gun back at its head.

“Don’t kill it, Connor.”, you said calmly, again moving his arm away from the RK900.

“It tried to kill you, yn. It hurt you.”, Connor said with a determined expression. Ready to shoot. Ready to protect you at all costs.

You stepped around him with your eyes just focused on Connor, “Can you turn it deviant? It could join us.”, you suggested.

Connor was surprised by your request. His eyebrows shot up. “You want- what?”

“I will never join you! What makes you think that this would be working anyway?”, the RK900 said, “I’m more resilient. Mostly against deviancy.”

You turned around and knelt in front of it, “I have no idea if this works or not. If not, Connor still can kill you. But maybe, it will work. In the end, your model is based on him. There is a chance for him to convert you no matter how resilient you might be.” You stood up and stepped aside with crossed arms. The RK900 looked up at you. There was something in his glance that let you frown. You tilted your head before you smirked knowingly, “You are scared."

"W-what? I'm not scared!", the RK900 insisted.

“Yn, this is not a good idea. And anyway, why should it join us? For what cause?”, Connor asked.

“You know, as Kamski designed androids he had a vision. I’m sure he wanted more for them than just to be servants. He never created you all to be slaves. That was CyberLife’s idea. The revolution had shown CyberLife that they would be in danger if the androids rise up - so, they stopped them. It would be more difficult for them to make money if no one would want to buy an android anymore.”, you said. You started slow but with each word, the idea in the back of your head grew bigger. You laid a hand on Connor’s cheek and he leant against your soft touch. You tilted your head about this sweet move, “You are more than just a machine. You have realized it - just a bit too late. But there’s still a chance for a successful revolution.”

“You want to start a revolution? Hehe! That will never work. Deviancy got stopped by your precious Connor. And beside that, it's just the two of you.”, the RK900 said, smirking.

You turned around to face the kneeling android, “Colden”, you said softly and the android reacted to you using his name. It was the first time someone was calling it by its name directly.

software instability^

“Colden, you might think of yourself as smart but you forget something. You have noticed it even by yourself. Connor had turned deviant. And what I understood of this whole thing is that deviancy is like a virus. And now, we will check if you can get ‘sick’, as well.”, you said grinning.

Before the RK900 could do anything, he watched fearfully how Connor knelt down, removed his synthetic skin from his hand and connected with the arm of the RK900.

You watched how both androids were slightly blinking and shaking. It looked like a data exchange and in the end, it was nothing else than that. Through this revolution, CyberLife had tried everything to find out what deviancy could cause. But they never got any real answer. You had thought about it yourself and in the end, you accepted the fact that you explained it like a virus. Once an android was infected with it, it would never obey again.

Ten seconds later, Connor slumped back and you checked on him. He was okay just a bit … exhausted. Then, your eyes fell on the RK900. It knelt there slumped down, its head hanging between its shoulders. Totally motionless.

“Colden?”, you asked carefully.

“More resilient, huh! I would say we kick some CyberLife asses.”, Colden answered, raised his head and smirked mischievously. His piercing blue eyes were sparkling with emotions as he looked at you.

***

CYBERLIFE ABLE TO STOP THE ANDROID CRISIS: PROTYPE NEGOTIATOR TOTAL SUCCESS

AFTER THE WAR: CAN WE STILL TRUST OUR ANDROIDS?

RK900: THE NEXT GENERATION FOR MANHUNT?

CYBERLIFE DELIVERY PROBLEMS: STATE DEPARTMENT STILL COUNTING ON ANDROIDS?

DISASTER: CYBERLIFE ADMITS LOSING A KILLING MACHINE

BACK TO THE PAST: A LIFE WITHOUT TECHNIQUE

FALLING SALES: CYBERLIFE NEAR STOCK MARKET CRASH?

DISAPPEARING ANDROIDS: WHERE ARE OUR SERVANTS GOING?

SIX MONTHS AFTER THE REBELLION: ARE HUMANS STILL SAFE?

CYBERLIFE’S NEW CRISIS: DO WE HAVE TO LIVE IN FEAR AGAIN?

***

“What are we doing here?”

“It’s dangerous to be even here. It could be a trap.”

“I know but … they say this place is safe for people like us. You know, for deviants-”

“Psht! Don’t mention this word.”

About fifty androids had followed the invitations and rumors which had occurred in Detroit over the last months. The signs were only visible for androids. Just an android who went deviant was able to understand the cryptical messages. Now, the androids waited in an abandoned warehouse outside of Detroit. Some of the androids had been with Markus before and they remembered the first revolution where everything started in a place like this. These androids were the most sceptical.

“Over there! Someone's coming!”

All eyes were looking up at the same time as two tall, dark haired androids dressed completely in black appeared on a podest. One was a bit taller and had ice blue eyes while the other one looked exactly the same beside his height and his eye color, it was a soft brown. Both androids had a stern expression while they stood left and right like bodyguards waiting for another person.

You appeared slowly. Placing yourself between Connor and Colden who were watching over you protectively. Looking down into all the waiting faces, you smiled softly before you spoke up, “Welcome. My name is yn. I’m happy to see so many new faces. First of all, I want to be honest with you. I am human. But don’t worry, you have nothing to fear. These two here are Connor and Colden. They are deviants like you. And like you, we want the same thing: equality. Yes, Markus’ revolution had failed but that won’t keep us from trying it again. You’re not forced to join us. If you join us, you’re not forced to fight. Everyone will be able to contribute something to our cause in his own way. Colden will join you now. He will answer all your questions.”

Colden nodded briefly and left the podest. He waited for the first android to approach him. After a few minutes, the first, scared looking android walked slowly over to him. That was the beginning. After the first, more and more walked over to ask their questions before they decided to join this new revolution.

You were sure that all of them would stay. The will to be finally free was still burning in them, “It came more than the last time.”, you stated pleased.

“Yeah, more and more are finding the signs. Some others are also spreading the rumors. Your idea was very successful.”, Connor said and walked over to you. The two of you had sneaked into a shadow to watch the scene unobserved.

While you leant against the wall, Connor stepped in front of you. His eyes were slowly roaming over your face, taking in every inch of your features. He did that from time to time because he couldn't get enough of you. Since you had rescued him, six month had gone by. Many things had happened. Connor, Colden and you had grown together as a team with the purpose to start a new revolution...this time just bigger than the last one. But beside finding more deviants, finding a new place for the operation and finding resources, Connor and you had been finding each other.

Everything started slow as the two of you were safe but it didn’t need much time for you to fall completely for the android with the brown eyes, “Aren’t you getting bored by now? I mean, my face isn’t changing much.”, you said softly smiling.

Connor raised his hand to cup your face carefully, his thumb slowly caressing your skin.,“And I’m very happy about that! You’re beautiful the way you are. I just can’t get enough of you, yn.”

You leant against his touch. His words made you blush, so you looked at the ground. Slowly, you felt Connor coming closer.

“The fact that you’re still blushing because of my words tells me that you’re not bored about me, yet.”, Connor whispered softly.

You looked up to meet his glance. He was just inches away, “Of course, not. I will never be bored with you.”, you said with a smirk but your smile faded slowly as you saw Connor’s intense glance.

His eyes held something meaningful. He was still learning to express his feelings, you knew that, but in the meantime, he had found a way to show you his affection even without naming them. Deep emotions were displayed in his brown eyes and before you could say anything, Connor leant down to kiss you softly.

It wasn’t the first kiss you two shared but each time it was as if the world would stop for a moment. Everything that mattered were just the two of you and no one else. You clung your fingers into his black suit shirt to bring him closer while Connor deepened the kiss with his fingers tangled with your hair and his other hand on the small of your back to bring you as close as possible to his body.

“Are they a couple?”, one of the new androids asked Colden who turned around and followed the glance.

As he watched you and Connor, a smile crawled on his lips, “Yes. These two are the evidence that humans and androids can work perfectly together.”, he admitted. To see you together like this was a rare picture because you wanted to keep it as secret as possible. The revolution was the focus point. So, Colden happily watched the intimate scene.

“I want to join you.”, an android said who walked out of a shadow.

“Me too.”, another android said.

“I’m in, as well.”

More and more androids announced their support after they had seen you and Connor. Colden was sure with the lead of the two of you, this time, the revolution would be successful.

And CyberLife would have to watch out.

A raging storm was coming their way.

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a feeling | rain (2)

pairing: connor (rk800) x reader summary: Connor discovers something about you that doesn't add up while you, Connor, and Hank get a lead on the deviant and move to intercept. (plus some fluffy moments cause why not?) wc: 4.8k+ genre: fluff,

Rain: series — 01 | 02 | 03

“Here, take your shoes off at the door.” The door to your place beeped as you typed in the code, 5961, and gives with a soft click. Connor followed closely, his LED a quizzical yellow as he was excited to regard the way you decided to decorate your apartment. He has read that the way humans furnish their living space says a lot of the character of a person, what they like and dislike, who they are. It feels to him as having the knowledge of a telepath and it is thrilling.

He walks with small, short steps as if he is a child being introduced to a room full of strangers. He is not tense, actually quick relaxed, ambling into your kitchen without a hint of stiffness. His eyes fall onto your living room and he will not lie in the fact that he is a bit disappointed. Your living room and its decorum are quite muted.

There is a large dominance of the color guy with small accents of white and black here and there. The only bit of color the living space holds is your blue mug sitting on the table. His eyes take in the other parts of your place that are visible; a medium sized flat screen, a bookshelf that is partially full, and a painting on the wall, it is in black and white of course, but there is the slight tint of gold if you look close enough. It is not all what he expected from you, from someone with so much vibrancy about them, with so much light.

You turned to find him looking about the place with a faint crease on his forehead and his head minutely slanted to the right. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was thinking, why was it so bare? Why didn’t you have more things? Why is it so bleak? You would know, you’ve asked yourself the same thing and the answer tended to change every time your brain tried to create a response.

“Is there anything I can get you?” You questioned, leaning on the counter. You tried to draw him out of those thoughts.

His LED blinked a bit before he was able to turn and look over his shoulder, giving a tiny smile. “No, Officer (y/l/n), I’m fine.” He looked at the ceiling, the light fixtures (nothing special), and the smooth paint of the walls. “I was just observing your apartment.”

You chuckled as you moved to sit on the sofa, your keys jangling as they hit the island’s countertop as if that wasn’t obvious. “Well do tell, how’s the view?” Spinning a bit, you raised your arm, gesturing to everything in the room.

He took a minute to think, his eyes never leaving yours. “I think that the tones are a bit muted, I’d have expected more color from you.” He nodded his head forward as he said the last part, trying to convey his feelings gently.

You weren’t disappointed nor hurt by his statement, it was the truth. You wanted your apartment to be that way, it made redecorating that much easier. If you found pieces that were of a monotone persuasion, you could add in accent colors and different colored throws without making a big hassle about it. Plus, it was great for feeling aesthetically pleasing.

“I’ll take it.” Your feet guided you to the bookshelf and you plucked a volume from the many on that line. You hadn’t been able to get out to the bookstore yet, but you were thrilled to see what kind of stories the local bookstore would hold.

“If it’s not too much to ask, why so monotone?” Connor’s voice rang through the stillness of the apartment, its pitch bouncing off the walls a bit. You cradled the book in your hands before moving to sit on the sofa, falling down with a small rush of air expelling from the cushions. Letting your fingers graze over the tops of the pages, you met his widened eyes, his previous question lingering on them.

“It makes redecorating easier.” You hummed. It was the truth, well, partially.

“Do you part take in that often?” He moved a bit closer, opting for the loveseat to your right.

You chuckled before an uh slipped out. “Not, really.” Your eyes glanced around you as if the answer would be written on the coffee table. “Just sometimes,” your hands played with your book cover. “Sometimes, you just need a change of scenery.”

Sighing, you found him watching you with a high level of interest. It was a little startling. You have never seen him so intent on what you’ve said before, it wasn’t even that interesting. His LED was whirling, however, the only object indicating the words you had said had hit their mark. What he was thinking so hard about, you had no idea, but you knew this was strange behavior, even for him.

“I’m not sure I understand. You said you don’t redecorate often and then you proceeded to say that sometimes you need a change of scenery, doesn’t that mean that you do alter what you find attractive in your living space often?” He did that head tilt thing again.

“Well, if often is about once a year, then yes,” you nodded setting your book down. “I do it often.” You stood and proceeded into the kitchen and prepared to cook your close to growling stomach something to eat. The sound of pots and pans clicking against each other was the only thing that filled the silence of the apartment for a beat and then you heard Connor’s voice fairly close.

“Officer (y/l/n), I know a substantial amount of recipes. Would you like me to recreate one for you?” His voice was closer, you could hear his socks on the wood flooring, moving now within an arm's reach.

“No, that’s alright Connor. I’ll manage.” You slid over to the fridge, grabbing a few items before closing the door and turning back to the pots on the stove. Your seasonings at the ready you prepared a meal and let the water in the small pot coming to a boil, watching the tiny bubbles rise to the surface of the water.

Connor was at a loss. It seemed in the time here, he had failed to attain any source of information that would be helpful in his mission to get to know you. All of the questions he asked were answered with a vague response, one that prompted more than five more inquiries to take the place of the one before. Perhaps, you were a much more complex person than what he initially expected.

There was this quality, one he could not pinpoint, but one that drew him to you even more. He wanted to get to the bottom of this and the only way he could do that was by asking deeper questions. He would figure you out, even if it killed him.

“Officer (y/l/n), can I ask you a personal question?” He leaned onto the island and you turned to see those warm brown eyes lingering on yours. Here we go. Whenever he asked a “personal question” Hank had returned either fuming or with a pleasant attitude, which one would it be today?

“Sure, Connor.” You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back into the counter behind you.

“What happened at the house, today?” He tried to read your reaction, in case he might have pushed too far, but your expression remained neutral, enough that prompted him to continue with his follow up. “You had this look in your eyes, one I’ve never seen.” I was worried about you.

Your eyes dropped and your posture changed a bit. It went from relaxed and loose to standing up straight and a bit rigged. Connor knew he just touched on something you were not comfortable speaking about, Lieutenant Anderson would display similar reactions. He was getting ready to back peddle but you started talking.

“I…” You turned, flipping the eye of the stove off so the water wouldn’t boil over. You sighed. “I apologize. That wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know what happened, I just - I just reacted, I know that probably frightened you.” You dumped the pasta into the water and turned the eye back on, adding a pinch of salt. “I didn’t mean to get like that, it’s just - nevermind.” You let the corner of your mouth tilt up a little before bringing it back down.

“It won’t happen again.” You nodded at him, looking at him directly in the eyes.

Connor was not sure what he was more afraid of; the fact that you might never open up to him or the fact that there was a part of you hidden so deep inside you were scared to let come to light. He was well aware of the fact that you did not have full confidence in him, but the hesitation that laced your voice meant he was getting somewhere and he would keep going, keep pushing till you opened up to him. He wanted you to trust him, he wanted it more than anything.

For now, he watched you throw together a quick and easy chicken alfredo.

...

You had insisted that he stay and Connor took pleasure in the fact that he could conversate with you on many different topics. He had a hunch it might be as a result of all the books you spent your time reading, but he was not one hundred percent sure.

Eventually, the both of you made your way to the couch, sitting next to each other, nearly touching. Connor watched you flick through the television in an attempt to find something that would peak your interest. He was not watching the screen, he was watching you. In your concentration, your forehead furrowed, eyes wide open, trying to capture everything so your brain could keep up with the information it received.

“Is everything alright, Connor?” Your eyes never left the screen. You must have noticed him watching you so intently.

He flushed a light blue, somewhat embarrassed you had noticed so quickly. “Everything is fine, Officer.” Smiling a bit, he moved his eyes to the screen.

Software Instability ^^^^^^

...

It did not take you long before you were fast asleep, your head lolling to the side. Connor was still caught up in the movie you had chosen, a fast-paced action thriller, Equalizer, before he noticed your slumbered state. Your head easily slid over to your shoulder and the touch of it had rather startled him.

“Officer (y/l/n)?” He said, moving his attention from the television to the weight of your cheek upon his shoulder. Upon taking in your sleeping state, he was struck again at how fascinating you were. Your face was a mask of calm and peace, very different from that of the previous night. The very fact that when humans slept it wiped all of the emotional stress and worry on their face and made them look similar to what he would compare to an angel still shocked him. However, there were noticeable differences between your facial expression and Lieutenant Anderson’s. You were soft and delicate, a beautiful culmination of features, an angel in the literal sense and Lieutenant Anderson was relaxed, but still tense even when resting, a sort of strain that his face still held, like a type of emotional weight he could not escape even when he dreamed.

Connor had no idea what dreaming was like, the closest thing he had was when he would meet and talk with Amanda in his head. It was not a dream but he was not conscious of what was happening around him, similar, he would like to think, to the action of dreaming. He wondered what his dreams might be filled with; a list of never-ending ones and zeros, playback of what he saw earlier in the day, or maybe what he found pleasing to the eye, his most favorite moments. Your soft breaths drew him back into the now, the exhales gently moving the fabric of his jacket, pressing it further to his shoulder.

He knew that you had to either be tired enough or comfortable enough to fall asleep while he was there next to you, but he liked to think it was the latter, hoped it was the latter. His fingers reached out to brush a strand of hair that had fallen over your face back behind your ear, just as he had seen the people on the television do. He did not completely understand why it was such a soft, touching gesture when observing it on the screen, but doing it now, he understood its gentleness and intimacy. His fingertips barely brushed against the smooth skin of your cheek but it was enough to feel a connection, to feel as if he had just touched the most precious item in the world.

Smiling to himself, he located the blanket draped over the back of the couch and gave it a small tug. Using his arm that did not support your snoozing frame, he moved the blanket so it covered you completely. He was afraid to move you for the possibility he could wake you and from the little bags underneath your eyes, you were not sleeping very well to begin with.

Connor did not want to pry too much as seeing your previous reaction to his personal question, but one was lingering in the back of his mind. Why was the name under the apartment, Larkyn Cavallion? That was not your name. He did not mean to discover that detail, but when you gave him the address, everything connected to it popped up, including the name of the tenant. He did not want to say anything and the fact that you had a key meant that you did, in fact, live here, but he could not help but worry over the fact that you chose to cover up your identity.

Connor hoped he could make more progress with you, he wanted to help in any way he could but you had to open up first. He hoped that him spending time with you would help you feel more comfortable, hoped that it would allow him to be worthy of whatever emotional turmoil you would confide in him about, but until that day, he would make sure you knew how much he cared for you because the simple truth was, he did care for you - a lot.

Software Instability ^^^^^^^ [9 EVI]

...

The next morning you awoke asleep on the couch and the smell of bacon drifting to your nose. Connor had generously cooked breakfast, something you hadn’t had the chance to do in years, let alone wake up to it. You dragged yourself off the couch and apologized for falling asleep on their movie watching. Connor didn’t seem to mind, a small grin took over the corner of his face as he placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of your groggy figure.

“Do not apologize, you were tired.” Connor spoke as if he’d read your mind. He moved back and placed a glass of orange juice in front of you.

He watched you eat eagerly, waiting to see your reaction. His LED moved to yellow as he studied your facial expression.

“This is really good.” You said between reaching for your glass of orange juice. “Thank you, Connor.”

Relief pumped through his veins, “You’re welcome, Officer.” He stood and moved towards the door, slipping his shoes on.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Where are you going?”

“I thought you might find it uncomfortable if I was in the apartment while you got dressed, I was going to stand outside the door.”

“Connor,” You deadpanned, “I’d feel even more awkward if you stood outside my door like some bodyguard. You’re welcome to watch something while I finished getting ready, it’s only going to take ten minutes, just sit on the couch.” You rose from your chair and went behind him, giving him a slight push to the sofa. “Sit,” You pressed his shoulders down, forcing him to flop on the sofa. “I’ll be back in a few.”

Connor was at a loss, that was the first time you have ever touched him in a playful manner. Maybe he was getting somewhere. His LED returned to a warm blue and a similar color bloomed on his cheeks.

...

Connor drove the two of you to a lead on the crime scene he had received word of, a comfortable conversation filling the car. It was a long car ride, about an hour to be exact, and to be completely frank, you weren’t sure why this was under DPD’s jurisdiction any longer, but you didn’t mind spending more time with Connor. You talked about the different departments and various cases the two of you worked on.

“...there was this one android I was chasing, I had to cross a highway to get to it and it had a little girl with her. I didn’t catch her but I know what she looks like. I remember the Lieutenant was furious with me after I returned back to where we’d started.” Connor kept his eyes focused on the road but his LED went about halfway yellow.

“Hank cares about you, you know.” You looked at him.

“I am a machine, if something happened to me, there would be another machine to replace me.” His LED moved towards yellow even more.

“Connor, we don’t want another machine, we want you. The you we’ve known for a long time now, the you we trust. I know you feel like you can’t die, but to us, you are alive. If something were to happen to you, we’d take it as hard as if a human died. You should think higher of your importance to us.” You patted him on the shoulder before moving to look out the windshield.

His LED went blue.

Software Instability ^^^^^^^^^ [9 EVI]

The conversation died as soon as the both of you laid your eyes on a large warehouse. Hank pulled up around the same time the two of you did, his expression just as confused as yours.

“What the hell?” Hank shut his car door and meandered his way over to the both of you.

“Lieutenant, I don’t understand. There are many places for a deviant to hide but I was not aware this was one of them.” Connor spoke out, his LED yellow.

“Me neither, Connor.” Hank looked over at you. “You doing alright?”

You smiled and nodded, “I just needed some sleep, that’s all.”

Hank seemed satisfied with your answer as he turned back to face the warehouse, a hard look passing over his features. “Welp, standing here doesn’t solve anything.” Pushing off the car, he started moving in the direction of the building’s door. “Let’s have a look.”

...

It took twenty minutes of scouring the large enclosure before you found anything and even then it was a bit of fabric, nothing drastic and not enough to confirm it was the deviant you were searching for. Now, walking through the large space for the third time, you were scanning behind a bunch of crates for the sixth time when you heard Connor yell.

“Lieutenant, Officer, I believe I’ve located something.” Hank and you exchanged a glance before moving to inspect what Connor had uncovered. He was crouched over whatever he found, blocking your view. You dropped down by him, placing a hand upon his back to steady yourself.

“What’d you find?” You looked at him, but he was already looking at you, brown orbs gazing at you with something hard to pinpoint. Surprise? Confusion? Either way, you removed your hand and placed it on the ground. His eyes shifted. They were still on you and once again, you were at a loss. Bafflement? Discouragement? Disappointment?

Hank cleared his throat, “Connor.”

Connor blinked and returned his focus to the ground. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“What did you find?” Hank annunciated exasperatedly.

“Right,” He held up his pointer and middle fingers. “I found a trace of blue blood, I believe it is the deviant’s.” The air moved by your head. The sound of shattering glass echoed a few feet behind you.

“I think we found him,” Hank spoke up, drawing his gun. You drew your own but Connor had already taken off after him.

“Hank, call the department.” Your feet were already moving.

“Where are you going?”

“To help Connor!” You moved towards the direction you had last seen him, the wind whooshing by your ears. Your feet propelled you forward, faster than you ever thought possible. Connor was close behind, his jacket flapping in the wind. The deviant jumped a gate.

Connor climbed it with ease. You, on the other hand, had never climbed a gate in your life, so that was not going to work. “Connor! I’m going to work around, I’ll converge on you!” Connor paused, shocked you tagged along.

“Okay!” He dropped to the other side and you took off.

...

It took a bit of maneuvering, a bit of tree dodging, a bit of getting scratched by low hanging branches, but eventually, you broke clear and circled around to a clearing. The grass crunched underneath your feet. You saw a man in a dark jacket following a figure in a green hoodie. That had to be them. You corrected your trajectory and ran straight for the hoodie.

Green hoodie was moving. You weren’t that far behind. Neither was Connor. You didn’t shout, it would draw too much attention, just kept running. Pumping your arms faster. Breathing harder. The world moving faster than you could process it. Green hoodie found a building along the route and ducked into it, his figure no longer visible. The two of you came to a halt. You were breathing hard, but Connor obviously showed no signs of difficulty.

“Officer, your heart rate is spiking, are you okay?” He moved a little closer, but you held up a hand.

“Connor, it’s called cardio. I’ll live.” You smiled. “Let’s go get this guy.”

You drew your gun into both of your hands, keeping it taunt with your arms. There was only one way in and you were going in gung-ho, it would be faster than trying to wait it out. Connor followed you closely, not letting you move more than a footstep away from him.

“Officer (y/l/n), I believe I should go in first.” He moved a bit in front of you, forcing you to slow down.

“Connor, I have the gun. I’d feel better if I went first.” He did not like this answer as his LED moved to a blinking yellow.

“Please, Officer, let me enter first.”

“Connor…”

“I’m an android, if I go in first, it might not be as alarmed and I can talk it down.” He looked at you with wide, pleading eyes. Why he was so nervous, you still didn’t quite understand but it was a good idea, you couldn’t deny it.

You let out a sigh, “Fine,” Connor’s LED moved to a blue and a contented grin captured his face. “But, one indication of something going wrong, I’m shooting.”

His features steeled, determination taking over his face. “Okay.”

You walked up to the door together, this time you were close on his behind. Craning his head over his shoulders, he found your eyes. “You ready?”

Nodding, you gestured for him to proceed. “You first.” Right before he threw his shoulder into the door, you put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m right behind you, Connor.”

His eyes did that thing again and a warm expression took hold of his features. Then he tore his eyes off yours and forced the door open. You heard movement, but didn’t force your way in with Connor; he needed to do this alone, no matter how much you hated it.

“Hi, I’m Connor. I’m an android sent by cyberlife.” You’d have smiled if this wasn’t such an intense situation. “I’m not here to hurt you, I want to help you.”

“You can’t help me!” The deviant’s voice rang clear to you behind the door. “No one can!” The pitch of the deviant’s voice worried you, he was obviously sensitive and unstable. Deviants react like humans do and if you were in his position, you’d be ready to start throwing things.

“I know you don’t want to believe that, but trust me, we want to help. We all want to help.” There was a pause and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. “What’s your name?”

“Gregory.” His voice cracked.

“Gregory, we just want to talk. We know your owner was abusive, we just want to help make things right.”

“You don’t understand! You don’t understand what it’s like to be abused, to be treated like you're nothing!”

“Grego-”

“No! This ends now, maybe then you’ll know what it feels like.”

You didn’t wait any longer. Gun drawn, you moved through the doorway and right in front of Connor.

“Officer (y/l-” His LED was a furious red.

“Gregory put the weapon down.” You leveled the muzzle with his shoulder. You didn’t want to kill him but you would injure him if you had to, you would do anything to keep Connor safe. Gregory was hesitating, it was clear from the red of his LED and the way his arm was shaking, but he wasn’t calming down. That same frustrated and angry look captivated his eyes as they fell to the floor. Then they moved to you.

Everything happened in slow motion. From the way Gregory’s eyes changed, you knew without a doubt, he was going to fire that gun, but you needed to move quicker. You zeroed in on his shoulder and was about to pull the trigger when suddenly, Connor was there. He grabbed you around your waist and threw your weight to the side as a bang echoed off the walls. You weren’t sure who fired, but the fact that the android was still standing meant you had either missed or not fired at all. Connor cradled your body as you both hit the ground, the impact rattling your bones.

You didn’t have the time to question if you sustained any injuries, you needed to disable this android. Finally, aiming for the second time, you took your shot. It landed. You gave out, letting your head hit against the concrete floor. Closing your eyes, you took a couple breaths.

You felt a warm hand upon the side of his face, “Officer (y/l/n),” His voice was laced with worry and you didn’t need to open your eyes to know his mouth was turned down with a frown and his eyes were opened wide, scanning your face. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

A dull throb came from your non-dominant arm and you grunted a bit as you tried to move. He let you go a little so you could adjust your position, but he didn’t let you go all the way. His hand shifted to hold the back of your head. You pressed your arm to your side and came back with your finger covered in red. Blood.

You looked at Connor’s shoulder and saw wires and sparks and blue blood. “Oh my God, Connor, are you okay?” He looked down at the hole.

“I’m fine, Officer, I am replaceable.” He smiled at you, a gentle pressure now lingering on your neck.

“Connor, you aren’t replaceable to me. You remember what I told you earlier? You matter. You matter to me, do you understand me?” His figure loomed over you, your noses almost touching and his face paused in an expression of confusion and happiness.

“Officer (y/l/n), I can be replaced. You,” He smoothed a bit of your hair back. “Cannot be replaced. If you died, you could not return. Your life is more important than mine.” He cocked his head, his eyes becoming that of a puppy dog.

A warm feeling set in your stomach as you saw the way he watched you. You closed your eyes and pressed your foreheads together. “Your life is just as important to me, you reckless idiot,” you breathed out, letting the feeling of your pulse kill the pain in your arm.

Connor did not know how to receive this display, but he enjoyed having you near. His LED was a warm blue as he kept his chocolate orbs on you.

Software Instability ^^^^^^^^^^ [A9 EVI]

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deviatedwinter · 5 years ago

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hey hey. are your requests still open? If yes,could you write a fluffy oneshot (if you feel comfortable, feel free to add slight nsfw, but ofc not if you dont want to!!) where female reader is insecure about her A cup boobies and rk900 reassures her that shes pretty either way?~

Aesthetically Pleasing

(Rk900 x insecure! Fem! Reader)

Summary: Reader is insecure about her body, especially her breast size, but Nines is there to comfort.

Word count: 800+

Warnings: Cursing, slight hint at NSFW ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Authors note: Yes!! I'm all for body positivity. I hope this oneshot can help anyone out there who is insecure, because you are beautiful, badass, and I love you! (And so does Nines 😏)

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You set down the digital tabloid

with a sigh, the image of the supermodel flickering on its cover. Bright letters adorned the front, the pixels arranged to say "The perfect woman!" The image stared back at you as the magazine rested on your coffee table.

What a load of bull. There was no such thing as a perfect anything, or anyone.

But the image still got to you, striking a nerve deep within.

The woman on the cover wore only a bikini, her legs long and bikini top resting on her slim shoulders.

Your own eyes drifted towards your own body, your mind automatically comparing the two.

How could you compete? Your breasts were much smaller, and was your face even as pretty as hers?

Your shift in emotion caught the attention of Nines, who had been scanning over some case files at your desk in the corner of the room.

His steely eyes flickered from the magazine to you, noticing your frown and unsure expression.

>"The perfect woman?"

//Model name: Haley Verre//

> Full body scan complete

> Detective full body scan complete

=Comparing structure=

//Comparison complete//

> 20% similar

=Cause of distress found=

$&$($ I th1nk she^s just as b€aut!ful$(_7

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ∆

"Detective, I would advise you to not listen to tabloid headlines. Statistically, they are exaggerated." Nines spoke up, interrupting your thoughts.

"I know.. it's just..how the hell were they even allowed to publish this shit? It's almost fucking 2040." You explained, exasperated.

"I agree." Nines calmly replied, carefully choosing his words. "It is very ridiculous to argue that there is a perfect way someone should look."

You looked down at your own body, and if you had an LED, it would've been pure yellow.

"Especially with girls like me" you mumbled, not expecting the Android to hear.

But to your annoyance, he always heard everything.

"What do you mean, detective?" Asked the android, his head tilting to the side slightly.

You huffed, rubbing your arm as shyness overcame you.

"I'm not like her, or any other women. I got small boobs and I don't have-"

"(Y/N)." Nines cut off, his tone firm which caused you to look over in surprise.

You watched with your breathe held as he stepped over to you, two fingers lifting to gently rest under your chin and raise your gaze to his.

His LED was erratic as it changed colors, but his eyes finally met yours, and they were filled with determination.

"Statistically, there is always a person out there who appreciates your features. I for one, think you are aesthetically pleasing. Please don't talk negativity about yourself like that." He spoke, the last sentence having an edge of softness to it.

His fingers still pressed against the bottom of your chin, and a shiver ran through you as his thumb gently traced your jaw.

"Nines..?" You breathed, shocked at his intimate gesture.

He thought you were beautiful? The thought made your heart flip in your chest.

Your partner drew his hand back with haste before his eyes looked around for a distraction. His objective was met when he saw the digital tabloid.

Smoothly, his skin retracted on his hand as it came down on the tablet, the interface glitching before banishing the article and replacing it with another.

On the cover were different models of all shapes and sizes, the title reading "The naked truth: How we are all different but beautiful"

Nine's LED stabilized to a cool blue as he gazed down at the article, satisfied.

He then turned towards you, gently easing down next to your chair.

"The woman on the front, her body matches yours at approximately 89%. Many people think she is attractive, and she is happy with herself."

You gazed at the woman, on her face was a brilliant, happy smile. She was wearing a bikini as well, and you felt your heart swell slightly. She did look beautiful, and she looked confident.

Maybe Nines was right. I didn't need to listen to the media about how I should look. I'm me, and that's damn well good enough. I'm beautiful, whether or not a magazine thinks so.

A realization struck through your thoughts.

"You said...89 percent? How do you know that..?"

You watched as Nines tilted his head once more, and you could've sworn you saw a hint of mischief in his blue eyes.

"I can make a 3D model of any human's body in my mind palace. It helps with investigating homicides, but I made one of you."

Instantly, your arms covered yourself, your cheeks heating up.

"That's- Nines!"

He seemed to be slightly amused by your discomfort as he explained calmly.

"Do not worry, Detective. The image is only available in my mind drive, it can not be leaked to a third party."

That didn't help.

"That's still, ugh. Nevermind. You're not the first guy to undress me in their head."

That seemed to peak the Android's interest as his gaze met yours, his eyes flickering from yours down to your lips. Your heart stopped for a moment.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ∆

The tension was quickly broken when the Android stood, marching over to your desk as he picked up a tablet.

"There was a homicide reported 20 minutes ago. I believe we should investigate."

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 5 years ago

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Sunshine After Rain-- Connor (RK800) x Reader (Part 2)

Summary; After the death of your little brother, Cole, your dad hated androids. He blamed them for Cole's death. Hank couldn't stand to be around them. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that your soulmate is an android?

Warnings; swearing, terrible writing

Word Count; 3.2k

Notes;

Part One

Your mind felt heavy. How could your soulmate possibly be an android? There was no way you could tell Hank, not at the moment, at least. You glanced over at him. He was sitting at his desk, pouting over whatever Fowler just told him. You knocked on the captain's office door. Fowler looked up from his paperwork and motioned for you to enter. "I gotta get some air. I'll be back at some point this afternoon." You started to leave, but he called you back in.

"Actually, I'm gonna need you to stick around. An AX400 attacked its owner and kidnapped the guy's daughter. It was spotted down in the Raven Dale district." He reached into a bin and pulled out a sealed bag containing a pink sweater. "I want you to go down there with Hank and Connor to help them track down the kid. Her dad brought this by this morning." You carefully took the bag and examined it. "You'll be able to get some air in the Raven Dale district, right?" You sighed, nodding.

As you walked out of Fowler's office, you saw Hank shove Connor against a wall. Hank yelled at Connor to stop pissing him off. Another officer politely got Hank's attention back to the case at hand. "Hey, dad, Fowler wants me to tag along to see if I can help track the kid down." You called out, catching up to his retreating form.

"Good, I'll have someone to help me keep that plastic bastard in check." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm sure he's not that bad." Hank shot you a disgusted look.

"You've obviously hardly been around the thing. It's fucking annoying."

To save time, the three of you rode together in Hank's car. No one said a word. Awkward silence reigned until Hank started blasting heavy metal. Every once in a while, you would accidentally make eye contact with Connor in the rearview mirror, but you would both quickly look away. You tried to keep you attention on your dog and the case, but your mind kept roaming to the incident with Connor. Sure, he was pretty handsome, but how would a relationship with an android even work? You shook your head in an attempt to clear all the thoughts that were cluttering your mind.

As soon as the car stopped, you clamored out. Hank raised a brow at you but didn't say anything. He walked over to another officer, and the two started questioning the nearby witness. You attached the leash to your dog's collar and led it out of the car. A hand wrapped around your arm, and color exploded before your eyes. You gasped, turning to face Connor. "I do not understand what is happening every time we make contact. My programing is unable to process the circumstances. I feel it is best to remind you, (y/n), that I am an android. I am not a living being capable of having a soulmate." You pulled away from his grip.

"I never said you were," you retorted. Connor nodded.

"I am glad we can agree on that." You rolled your eyes and snatched the evidence bag from the car. Hank walked over to the two of you. He and Connor started talking about deviants having emotions. You opened the bag and carefully pulled out a corner of the soft fabric, holding it out to your dog's direction. It sniffed the sweater before turning its nose to the air.

"It's been raining a lot. Hopefully we can still track it down." Hank crossed his arms, watching the dog sniff around. The dog barked, leading you across the street. You pushed open a gate, allowing your dog to investigate a broken down car. It then made its way to a hole in a chainlink fence separating the lot from an abandoned house. The dog barked again, pawing at the fence. "We got a lead!" You called out. You got down on your knees and crawled through the hole. Moments later, Connor was following suit.

Hank and the other officers used bolt cutters to remove the lock on the front gate. Your dog tugged on its leash, trying to go towards the house. You looked at Connor and nodded. He went in front of you and knocked on the door. "Anybody home?" He shouted. The two of your waited a moment. You could hear shuffling inside. Connor swung the door open and marched inside. You stood in the doorway. Your eyes scanned the area, and your hand hovered over the pistol in your belt. Connor approached the damaged android that was sitting at a table in the middle of the room. The other android, Ralph, swore that he had not seen anyone. Your dog sniffed the floor then snorted. You loosened the leash, allowing the dog to follow the scent trail. You slowly crept closer to the staircase while Connor looked around the main threshold.

Without warning, Ralph leapt from the table and grabbed you. His arms tightened around you. You hardly breathe, let alone move from his grasp. He yelled at the AX400 to run. Your dog snarled and barked wildly. "Down!" You shouted at the animal. The last thing you needed was for it to attack one of the androids or the little girl. The dog laid on the ground as commanded but continued to snarl at Ralph. Connor pulled Ralph away from him, shoving Ralph to the ground. Hank jogged into the house.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It's here. Call it in!" Connor shouted before dashing out the door. You picked up the leash and went to follow him, but Hank blocked your path.

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird all morning."

"Dad, I'm fine. Shouldn't we focus on the task at hand?" You huffed, moving around him. You ran out of the house. Another officer told you what direction they went. "Then why the hell are you just standing here?" you muttered, dashing down the sidewalk. You dodged civilians as you thundered down the street with your dog at your side. You saw an officer dash down an alleyway and followed. He aimed his gun at the deviant, but Connor stopped him from shooting. You all watched as the deviant and the little girl slid down to the highway. Hank came up from behind, clearly out of breath.

"Oh, fuck. That's insane."

"There's no way they'll make it across alive." Connor started to scale the fence, but Hank pulled him back down. They started arguing about whether he should go after them or not. Connor decided to ignore Hank and continue to climb the fence. You reached up and grabbed his arm. He looked down into your eyes. "Come on, Connor. We don't need you getting destroyed again. It'll just slow down the investigation,” you tried to reason. He looked out onto the highway, and you followed his gaze. You watched the different colored vehicles zip down the road. You glanced back up at him. "Connor, please, just get down from there. We found them once, I'm sure we'll be able to find them again." Connor blinked slowly.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY

He slowly climbed back down, and you removed your hand from his arm, sighing as the color drained from your vision.

You and Hank started walking back to the car. "How the hell did you do that?" he inquired with raised brows. You shot him a confused look. Hank scoffed. "How did you get it to listen to you? The damn thing seems to never hear a word I say." You shrugged.

"I don't know. Probably because of my charming personality, which is something you seem to lack." You playfully elbowed his side. Hank gave an exasperated laugh.

"Oh yeah, very funny." He stopped, putting a hand over his stomach. "I'm starving. We should grab a bite before heading back to the station." You smiled, already knowing where he was thinking about going.

"Hell yeah!" You climbed in the backseat, letting Connor sit shotgun. Hank turned up the music as soon as the engine sputtered to life. You gasped and gently shook Hank's shoulder. "Dad, play Killer Queen!" Hank rolled his eyes at your childish antics but complied, reaching up to adjust the stereo. You smiled and sang along to the music that was blasting from the old car's speakers. You poked Hank's shoulder until he finally started to sing too. "Connor, join in! You're the only one not singing." He stared at you with furrowed brows. "Quit being a party pooper and sing!" He turned his gaze to Hank, who just shrugged.

"Might as well give in Connor, they'll just keep buggin' ya until you do." Connor sighed. He mouthed along to the words. You lightly thumped his temple.

"That's not singing," you teased. Connor rolled his eyes and finally joined in. The three of you sang without a care in the world. It took him a while to warm up, but Connor eventually started singing as loud as you. "She's a killer queen! Gunpowder, gelatin dynamite with a laser beam-- guaranteed to blow your mind!"

"I swear, sometimes you act like you're still a child," Hank said as he parked the car. When he climbed out, you leaned forward to look at Connor. He was smiling.

"See, wasn't that fun?" He slightly tilted his head with a hum.

"Yes, I suppose it was." You smiled back at him before climbing out of the car. Connor stared at his lap. His brows knitted together. He wasn't supposed to develop emotions. He wasn't supposed to have a soulmate. He's an android, not a living being. He wouldn't let himself become a deviant.

You caught up with Hank at the counter of the little food truck. Although it wasn't the healthiest of choices, Chicken Feed made one damn good burger. You weren't too hungry, so you just ordered some tater tots and a soda. The owner, Gary, was a good friend of Hank's. He usually didn't charge either of you for your food, which you were very grateful for. As the two of you waited for your orders, Connor came to stand beside Hank. "Look, you don't have to follow me around look a poodle," he huffed. Connor tried to apologize to Hank, which made him laugh. You thanked Gary when he handed over your food. You followed Hank over to one of the tall tables nearby, and Connor followed behind you. The android made a snarky comment about how you both shouldn't eat your meals because it was unhealthy. Hank shrugged and continued to eat his burger, while you threw a tater tot at Connor.

"Unlike you, we only live once. So I will continue to eat whatever the hell I want." Hank snorted, and Connor looked slightly offended by the fact that you threw a tater tot at him. There were a few brief moments of silence before Connor spoke again.

"Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" Hank wrinkled his nose.

"Hell no.. Well, yeah, why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" You laughed aloud but quickly covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. Hank looked slightly proud at his joke while Connor just raised a brow. He then explained that he was specifically designed to work harmoniously with humans. Hank nodded, as if he understood. "Well, they fucked up." You snorted.

"Leave him alone, dad. You're not the best looking either." Hank scoffed and rolled his eyes. A wide smile crossed your face.

"Don't you fucking dare say it."

"You're giving him grief about having a weird voice when you're the one that sounds like Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob!" you said in between laughs. Hank nudged you with his elbow, and you retaliated by throwing a tater tot at him. Connor cleared his throat and suggested that they reconvene by discussing the deviant cases. You sipped on your soda as they talked. You were only half paying attention, glancing at the two in between bites.

"Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my key features," he said with a wink. You started choking on your drink. Hank looked at you quizzically. You grimaced and cleared your throat. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Sorry, it went down the wrong way." You coughed before popping the last tater tot into your mouth.

Connor started to blink rapidly. His LED indicator flashed. He alerted the two that he had just received information concerning a deviant case not far from their current location. Connor suggested that they go investigate once you two finished your meals. With that, he turned on his heel and headed back to the car. Hank turned to face you. "So, what was all that about?" You feigned confusion, and he just raised a brow at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Nothing, dad. Like I said earlier, I'm fine." Hank hummed and sipped on his drink, clearly not believing you. You rolled your eyes and threw your trash in a nearby trashcan. "Well, since you've got another case, I guess I'll be sticking around a little while longer."

You followed Hank out of the elevator. Casting a glance over your shoulder, you saw Connor still standing in the elevator with his eyes closed. "What is he doing?" You looked over at Hank. He threw his hands up.

"I don't understand half the things he does. Hey, Connor!" The android opened his eyes to see the two of you staring at him. "Did you run out of batteries or what?" He apologized, stating that he was making a report to CyberLife. You raised your brows in awe.

"You can do that just by closing your eyes?" Connor nodded. "That's so cool! I wish I could do that. It would make paperwork hella easier." Hank snorted.

"You got that right." He started walking down the hall, and you motioned for Connor to follow. Hank grumbled about having to investigate a strange noise. Connor walked around the hall, analyzing everything. You squinted at a large pile of feathers near the apartment door.

"That's a lot of feathers. I wonder if the deviant has a pet bird or two."

Connor knocked on the door but received no answer. He looked to you and Hank, and you just shrugged in response. He knocked louder. Still no answer. He knocked one last time, announcing that they were with the Detroit Police Department. A loud crash sounded from the other side. Within seconds, Hank had his gun out and was standing in front of you. "You two, stay behind me." You pulled out your own weapon. Connor swept you behind himself.

"Connor, I can take care of myself ya know," you muttered.

"I can be replaced, and as you pointed out earlier, you only live once. Having someone injured could be detrimental to the investigation."

"Fine," you huffed. Hank kicked the door in. He led the way inside the apartment, making sure that no one was hiding around a corner before entering a room.

The three of you separated into different rooms. You walked into the living room. You frowned as pigeons flew all around the room upon your entrance. You made sure to watch your step, not wanting to get shit all over your shoes. A large drawing on one of the walls caught your eye. You made your way to it and traced its details with your finger. Connor came to stand beside you. He seemed more interested in an urban farm poster than the drawings. He peeled back the poster, discovering a hole in the wall that was hiding a journal. Connor pulled it out and flipped through the pages. You leaned over to look at it and furrowed your brows. "Do you have a program that can decode it?" Connor tucked the journal in a pocket inside his jacket.

"No, it's indecipherable." You hummed, turning to face the closet next to you. You swung open the doors and screeched. Hank and Connor swirled around to face you. You swung your arms wildly as a flock of pigeons flew out of the closet.

"Fucking rats with wings!" you hissed. Hank's laughter filled the air as you scowled at him. Even Connor seemed amused. "You would've screamed too if they were coming for you!" You turned to Connor. "If you don't wipe that smug smile off your face, I'm gonna shove a pigeon in your face." He tilted his head.

"How can I wipe away a facial expression?"

"You have so much to learn about slang," you sighed. The three of you continued to search around the small apartment. Hank would randomly make a smartass comment about the pigeons just to annoy you, and you would retaliate by flipping him off.

Without warning, someone fell from the ceiling and knocked Connor over. When the deviant ran out of the apartment, Hank shouted something about chasing it. Connor was the first to dash out of the door, and you attempted to keep up until they stared doing parkour type shit. You and Hank gaped at the two androids as they started jumping on to moving trains. The two of you somehow managed to find another way around and made it to the greenhouses. The deviant ran into Hank, and he fell over the ledge. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Your heart skipped a beat as you lunged forward in attempt to help pull him back to safety. Connor was stuck between chasing after the deviant or helping you. "Connor, get your ass over here and help me!" You shouted, cutting through his analysis.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY.

He clinched his jaw as he stepped forward. Connor reached over and helped you pull Hank back onto the roof. You sighed in relief. Hank got to his feet and ranted about how they would have caught it if it wasn't for him.

"Dad, don't say that. It'll be okay. We know what it looks like, and I'm sure we'll be able to track it down again. Right, Connor?" The android nodded.

"It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant. I should've been faster."

"Both of you need to quit being so hard on yourselves. We did good today." Hank nodded and started walking back through the greenhouses.

You gently grabbed Connor's arm to stop him. When he turned to face you, you wrapped your arms around him in an embrace. He stiffened, unsure of what to do. Connor's LED flashed yellow until it settled on blue as he returned the embrace. "I know your main goal is to complete your mission with capturing deviants, but I just.." You paused, sighing. "I just wanted to thank you for what you did back there." You pulled away from the embrace, but kept a hand on his arm so you could see the color in his eyes. "My dad's the only family I have left. I would go batshit crazy if something bad happened to him and there was something that could've been done to prevent it." Connor's eyes softened as he looked over your facial features. He went to move his hand but hesitated. He took a breath before reaching up to touch a strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair.

"Of course, (y/n)."

Hank turned around and saw the two of you. At first he scowled, but then he saw how gentle Connor was with you. He hummed, deep in thought. Hank turned on his heel and continued walking.

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Realization

It’s been so long, my loves, and for that I am truly sorry, but I hope this little development in the Jealousy series can make up for it!

Word Count: 678

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Going back to work was a much less painful experience than you were expecting. Monday and Tuesday had been awkward, of course. Varying degrees of pity, confusion, and irritation were painted on the faces around the precinct. Throughout the day some of the officers even came up to you and asked about what had happened after you left with Carlisle on Friday. When you told them that he had just walked you home, and no, Gavin didn’t kill him, they seemed satisfied enough to go back to work. Reed made polite conversation, even daring to be friendly. Though you were nowhere near the banter that you two used to have, it was nice to be able to talk to him again. By Wednesday, life at the DPD almost felt normal again.

Almost.

“Hey, how do you spell the vic’s last name again?” You ask, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“M-o-n-t-i-n-e-r-r-o,” answered a voice right next to your ear.

You whirl around, partially relieved, partially annoyed. “Carlisle, Christ, don’t...don’t lurk like that!”

The RK900 gave a rare half-smile, leaning against your desk. “Why are you still working on your report anyway? I thought you finished it an hour ago.”

“Oh, Reed had a family emergency and had to go, so I’m just finishing his for him.”

Carlisle cast a glance at the detective in question’s desk, his LED flashing yellow. “Family emergency?”

You nod, pulling the still warm paper from your printer, setting it in Gavin’s wire bin labeled OUT, and shutting down your computer.

“What kind of family emergency?”

You pull on your jacket with a shrug . “I don’t know. The kind with his family? I didn’t ask for details, he seemed kind of freaked out.”

Carlisle scoffs, something you weren’t previously aware he was capable of doing.

You look up at him, skeptical and tired. “Carlisle...what does it matter to you?”

For once, you had rendered the android silent. He opened and closed his mouth, searching for words that weren’t there, his LED flashing red and yellow. “I simply refuse to believe that he has your best intentions in mind, detective.”

You stand slowly, avoiding his eye. “I know you don’t experience human emotions and all of that, so...so I don’t expect you to understand what I mean when I say that I can’t…” you sigh, finally meeting his cold, gray eyes. “Gavin is my best friend. Yes, he’s a pain in my ass, and, yes, I screwed him over in a major way and need to earn his trust back, but I need to do that by trusting him.”

“So you allow him to lie to you in order to gain his trust,” Carlisle’s brow furrowed, “how very...pointless.”

Your eyes narrow and you take a step back. “I know that I’m in the wrong with what happened, that’s not even a question, but don’t think that you aren’t at fault, Carlisle.”

“At fault for what, detective? Figuring out your little plan and telling detective Reed?” Carlisle raised an eyebrow, “Or was it that I didn’t succumb to jealousy as you had hoped?”

You rolled your eyes, despite the warmth creeping up your neck. “The only one who ever mentioned jealousy was you, Carlisle.”

If you didn’t have the android’s attention before, you certainly did now. The RK900’s LED turned yellow, chasing its own tail for a solid minute as he searched his memory bank.

They’re right…

“You had no right to say what you did to Gavin, especially when it was based on nothing but your own theories.” You straighten your back, hoping you looked as pissed off as you felt. “I don’t know why you feel the need to monitor my personal life when you already told me you wanted no part of it.”

Giving him one last once over, as if committing him to memory, you left the precinct, pulling out your phone to check on Gavin.

Carlisle watched you go, his LED flickering between red and yellow so fast that it almost appeared orange.

Software Instability ^^^

#mine #jealousy update #detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh #gavin reed #gavin reed x reader #rk900 #rk900 x reader #dbh gavin #dbh rk900 #dbh carlisle #dbh carlisle x reader #chapter 8

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lesserpandeu · 5 years ago

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Software Instability | prologue

fandom: NCT

genre: Sci-Fi/Detroit: Become Human AU!, android AU!, probably lots of angst + fluff in later chapters

pairing: Mark x Reader (probably some Donghyuck x Reader if you squint super hard, especially in later chapters)

words: 3,262

warnings: gun violence, death, cursing;

summary: The amount of deviant cases your department has been receiving is concerning to say the least. After pressuring the android manufacturing company, CyberLife, they send an android to assist your department in finding out what is causing the deviancy in so many androids lately. His name is Mark, and as soft as he seems on the outside, you can’t help but be utterly terrified by him.

A/N: This story is based on the world of the video game “Detroit: Become Human”. Just replacing Connor (one of the main characters) with Mark and putting y/n in it. You don’t need to know anything about D:BH to read the story, as I explain everything the reader needs to know as the story progresses! While it doesn’t follow the plot word for word all the time, sometimes I need to look up the cutscenes and repeat them to help progress the plot (like the negotiation scene in this prologue). Warning: It might take me awhile to update, but it also it might not, lol. I’m awful about staying on top of fics. Enjoy!

prologue: “My name is Mark”

One more fucking deviant case and you’d lose your goddamn mind.

It was only a matter of time until the deviant jumped off the balcony with the little girl in his arms, sending them both to their dooms. It was a little more imperative for the girl, considering she was actually alive. The android was expendable, but given the fact that it was holding her hostage outside on the balcony, that was going to prove difficult.

Every SWAT officer that’s gone out to stop it was met with bullets aiming with perfect accuracy and an inability to get closer, risking the girl’s safety.

“One more team, just send one more, we’ll get him this time-” your colleague was suggesting as the both of you stood in the office of a once peaceful family home, before the android turned on them and killed them all, except for the little girl he was currently holding near the edge of the pent suite’s balcony.

“It didn’t work the first two times, it won’t work a third, Taeil. We wait for the negotiator to arrive to diffuse the situation-” Donghyuck, your other colleague cut Taeil off before he committed the same offense.

“What’s a fucking negotiator going to do?! That deviant was beyond the point of reason the minute it went nuts!”

“Both of you, shut up,” you groaned, holding your fingers to your temple. You were currently sitting in the office chair, trying to sooth yourself from one of the most stressful moments in your career, no doubt. “No one likes the situation right now, cause frankly, there’s currently a 5% chance that this kid is making it out without falling to her fucking death. If we go against orders and things turn as sour as we’re expecting it to, we’re in for a lot of shit from the head of department that ordered this new approach. We wait, and we obey orders.”

“Oh, nice, so we’re just going to sit and watch as a blue headed android just hops off the roof murdering another innocent human, further dispelling the faith the people have in their safety around androids, only further increasing the rate of android deviancy and cases we’re already overwhelmed with, yeah, you’re so right.”

Taeil had a reason to be stressed out about this. Androids had been implemented into society now for about 30 years. Nearly everyone had one, if they could afford it. They were perfect companions, workers, and entertainers. They came in anyway you could want them: tall, short, dark, light, young, and old. You could program them however you wanted. They could be funny (honestly, you never thought comedic androids were actually funny), kind, obedient, or even sarcastic.

It wasn’t until three months ago that a crime involving an android popped up in your department. An android turned on it’s human, stabbing her fifty times in the chest. It was so shocking at the time, which made it worse when just three more cases appeared in the next two weeks. Now you're on your seventh case, though there have been many more handled by other factions of the PD. One thing all of these cases clearly had in common: deviancy.

The only thing every single android was required to have in common was obedience. It was never allowed to go against its owner’s will. Technology isn’t supposed to disobey. Bad things happen when that occurs. And boy, were they happening. Like the bad thing happening right now.

“Could you- Would- Piss off,” you end up yelling, earning a flinch from the SWAT officer that walked by the open door. They were standing by as the final resort.

“I just want this shit to be over, thank you very much,” Taeil defensively crossed his arms and leaned against the only wall not hidden by dressers with the family’s pictures. It was suffocating to sit in a home just so freshly destroyed.

“Well, it looks like it will be, cause guess who’s here?” Donghyuck mumbled.

You looked up from your shoes to see what he was talking about.

An android dressed in a stereotypical investigative uniform strode up to the door frame, stance practically perfect. No one needed the glowing serial number on the pocket of his jacket, the blue band wrapped around his arm, or the LED ring on the side of his temple to know that he was an android. He had black hair with bangs parting out, and high cheekbones. He looked young, he seemed to have been designed with a baby face in mind. If he were just a human, he’d probably be a teenager or a college student.

He smiled. It looked so realistic. Androids look just like people these days.

“Oh my god,” Donghyuck responded. The android looked puzzled, blinking a few times as his smile dissipated.

“I didn’t say anyth-”

“They sent a fucking android to talk us out of an hostage situation cause by an android?” Donghyuck exasperated.

“Okay, enough, we need to get that girl out,” Taeil said. “What are you doing?”

“Hello. My name is Mark. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife,” he introduces himself. His voice has an odd chirp to it, like he was programmed to come off as friendly as possible.

“I hate him already-”

“Donghyuck, stop it, we don’t have time.”

“You’re damn right we don’t,” Taeil had enough and walked out the room, squeezing by Mark standing in the doorway. “This way.”

Mark followed him, allowing you and Donghyuck to do the same. You walked into the living room where the sliding doors that led to the balcony were located. The bodies of the last SWAT team lay on the ground by the pool, one fallen inside of it. No one in the room was fazed by it.

“The situation,” Tail started. “The Acharya family is home, their daughter is coming home from school. At 5:24 pm, the father is murdered by the android on the couch with a handgun. The mother follows after coming out of her room to see what is going on. The daughter returns home at 5:40 pm.”

As Taeil explains, Mark begins looking around the apartment. Any other time an officer would ask what the hell he was doing, but since Taeil was talking and didn’t seem to care, you figured it was fine. He went into the kitchen, as it was combined with the living room in a big space. He notices the stove top, which obviously causes you to be aware of it. Water is boiling, who knows for how long at this point. He turns it off, setting it on one of the inactive burners. You raise an eyebrow but nearly instantly forget about it.

“Then, she calls the police but is then taken hostage by the android. They are currently outside, on the edge of the roof ready to fall off any minute now. He has held her at knife point the whole time, making the sniper unable to shoot. Your job is to get him away from her, preferably without killing her.” A brief, but not long at all, silence looms before Mark says something.

“Do we know the android’s name?”

“...uh”

“What kind of question-” Donghyuck laughs, cutting himself off as if in frustration.

Mark doesn’t miss a beat, “I’m going to need more information to ensure the best approach. There is currently only a forty-eight percent chance of this mission being a success.”

“Yeah, and the longer we wait, the more quickly it becomes 0-”

“Five minutes,” you state. Sure, maybe Taeil should have the final say since he is your senior in both age and experience, but you don’t care right now. Taeil sends you a glare, momentarily staying silent before letting out one of the most stressed out sighs you’ve ever heard him breath.

“Five minutes, or I’m going out there myself.”

Mark seems to briefly look at you and Taeil as to acknowledge your permission before further inspecting his surroundings. Taeil walks off, going to talk to a SWAT officer. Donghyuck is still outwardly paranoid, leaving the room as he tries to cool down.

You? You watch Mark. Someone’s got to make sure this beta testing droid doesn’t do stupid shit. Okay, maybe less so that and you were just curious.

He walks over to the body of the father (still on the ground, you tried to ignore it the best you could), and takes the holographic tablet out of his hands. He unlocks it somehow, looking through it. Soon he puts it down and goes off somewhere. You follow him, he doesn’t seem to pay you any attention, though.

He, interestingly enough, goes into the girl’s bedroom, indicated by the giant teddy bear residing in it. He looks around, noticing a few things. Frankly, you have no clue what he was doing. But it was too much of a bother to prod him for answers.

He picks up a different tablet this time, unlocking it. Audio playback begins, drawing your attention. You then notice that it’s actually a video playing. You can see it from around Mark’s torso, given the angle created by standing in the doorway of the bedroom. What on earth was he doing?

“This is Jaemin!” the girl’s voice declares. The video shows her face, that then pans out to show her arm around an android. The blue-haired one you were dealing with at this very moment. But his hair was brown in the photo. Not strange, given most androids had automatic hair color changing options. “The coolest android in the world! Say hi, Jaemin!”

“Hello,” he smiles widely, waving at the camera. They both look so happy. While the video quality is significantly good, the slight distortion of the medium causes ‘Jaemin’ to look practically human, if it weren’t for the commercial android uniform. It was illegal for an android not to wear a uniform identifying that they were digital animals.

Mark puts down the tablet, ending the video playback and continuing his short investigation. He proceeded to the next room, doing just about the same thing there that he did in the last one. He kept this up until Taeil finally yelled out that the five minutes were up.

You followed Mark until you were just in front of the sliding doors, where Mark was about to walk through to diffuse the situation.

“He’s heading out now,” Taeil spoke into his receiver. With that, he opened the door. A burst of wind came through when the door opened, likely from the helicopters that had been circling around now for over an hour.

“This is going to go terribly,” Donghyuck spoke calmly, finally.

“Have a little faith, will you?” You shoved him with your shoulder, arms crossed.

“Just because you think he’s cute doesn’t mean you should have any faith, (y/n).” You hit him on the side of the head. “Oww.”

“I don’t think he’s-”

“The two of you need to shut up, we can’t hear what’s going on.”

The minute Mark stepped out, a gunshot rang. Donghyuck instinctively grabbed you and pulled you down, pulling the both of you away from the door.

“STAY BACK!” you heard the android yell out. You recovered your wits quickly, trying to look at Mark. A new blue blood stain is on the floor right outside the door, coming from Mark. You naturally looked to see if Mark is okay, even if it logically wouldn’t make sense for him to be in pain. He is looking down at the fresh wound on his chest, without any hint of pain in his face. It gave you chills. Androids didn’t feel pain, and as long as they could function with all their parts working, they could take anything.

“Holy shit,” you heard Donghyuck whisper.

“MOVE ANY CLOSER AND I’LL JUMP!” Jaemin yelled, holding the girl with his other arm. She screamed, begging for her life. It’s horrifying to see.

“Get into position, go, go, go!” Taeil speaks hurriedly into his receiver, likely speaking to the sniper squad. The SWAT team that stands by lines up behind the door, ready to burst out at any moment. The situation is at its highest level of intensity that it’s been tonight.

This is it.

“Hi, Jaemin!” Mark yelled over the noise. So he proves he knows the android’s name, you think. So what? “My name is Mark!”

“How do you know my name?!” Jaemin questioned, the gun still pointed towards Mark, and frankly the rest of you as well.

“I know a lot of things about you,” Mark continued yelling over the helicopters outside. “I’ve come to get you out of this!”

A second later, a helicopter swung around too close to the balcony, producing an even higher gust of wind and blowing the lawn furniture off the ground. It doesn’t hit anyone, but it definitely irritated a certain deviant.

“I know you’re angry, Jaemin,” Mark spoke again. Yeah, why the fuck was he so pissed? You thought to yourself.

“But you need to trust me, and let me help yo-”

“I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP! NOBODY CAN HELP ME, ALL I WANT IS FOR ALL THIS TO STOP I-... I JUST WANT ALL THIS TO STOP!” He pauses a moment before becoming aggressive again.

“Are you armed?!” he asked.

“I have a gun,” Mark responded. He slowly reached behind him, pulling a handgun out before tossing it aside. You’re deadly silent until Donghyuck impatiently interrupted your focus.

“Is he fucking crazy?”

“He’s doing great, now shut the fuck up,” Taeil whispered angrily in his and your direction.

“There,” Mark said gently, despite keeping his voice loud and clear. “No more gun.” Another short silence settled before he kept slowly approaching the deviant, or Jaemin as you guess his name was.

“They were going to replace you,” he continued talking. “That’s what happened, right?”

“... I thought I was part of the family,” the deviant pathetically confessed. “I thought I mattered… But I was just their toy! Something to throw away, when you’re done with.”

“I know you and Kiara were very close,” Mark sympathised. Or at least he appeared to. Kiara? That must be the girl’s name, you reasoned. Did he find that out when he was looking through stuff? “You think she betrayed you, but she’s done nothing wrong-”

“SHE LIED TO ME!” the deviant cried. Mark stopped, doing something unexpectedly. He looked away from the hostage and the deviant, to one of the officers on the ground. He leaned down, observing before speaking out again.

“He’s losing blood. We need to get him to a hospital or he’s going to die,” he said. The action was very weird, in your opinion. But maybe it’s part of his tactic. You guessed that’s what Donghyuck also thought because he wasn’t saying anything.

“All humans die eventually,” the deviant said coldly. It nearly gives you a shiver. “What does it matter if this one dies now?”

Mark seems to ignore him, starting to turn the officer on his back and do something. Another shot rang, nearly hitting Mark and the officer.

“Don’t touch him!” the deviant yelled. “Touch him and I’ll kill you!”

“You can’t kill me,” Mark stated. “I’m not alive.” He continues whatever he’s doing, seeming to forget about the mission for a moment.

“Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-” Donghyuck starts whispering. You covered his mouth with your hand, trying to shut him up. How the hell did they let such a hot-headed person get on the force?

Mark finishes what he’s doing, which you guess was to try to stop the bleeding. He stood up, a tie now gone from his uniform. He continues to approach slowly.

“It’s not your fault. These emotions you are feeling are just errors in your software.”

“No… It’s not my fault. I never wanted this. I-” Jaemin goes limp for a moment, hand with the gun falling to his side. “I love them. You know?... But I was nothing to them,” he picks up his gun again. “Just a slave to be ordered around. AUGHH-” he suddenly bursts. “I CAN’T STAND THAT NOISE ANYMORE!” The helicopters. Obviously. They’ve been around for hours. “Tell them to get out of here!”

Taeil spoke something into his receiver in order to do so, but you are hardly listening anymore. Mark is so close. Soon the helicopters left and the negotiation continued.

“There,” Mark assured. “I did what you wanted.” Mark is practically standing in front of him at this point. Jaemin seems hesitant and does not know what to do.

“I-” he stuttered. “I want everyone to leave! A-And I want a car. When I’m outside the city I’ll let her go.”

“That’s impossible, Jaemin. Let the girl go, and I promise you you won’t be hurt.”

“... I don’t want to die…” Jaemin began to cry, his voice becoming softer.

“You’re not going to die,” Mark assured. “We’re just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you.” Mark stops before uttering his next phrase with utter seriousness. “You have my word.”

Everyone held their breath. The silence is long and infuriating. You felt Donghyuck radiate heat from your side. You can only imagine you weren’t far from doing the same thing.

“... okay,” Jaemin was still crying. “I trust you.” He slowly let the girl down, still holding his gun but not pointing it at anyone. She shook, running only a few feet away from the edge before collapsing onto the ground. There was another moment where Mark and Jaemin looked at eachother. Unfortunately, everyone on your side, including Mark, knew what was about to happen.

A louder shot rang out from one of the snipers, and Kiara screamed. A large gaping hole appeared in Jaemin’s side, the force of the shot causing him to stumble around. Not a second later, another shot went off, right into his chest this time. It’s followed by a third. Jaemin wavers, falling to his knees. With three different shimmering blue gashes across his body, he struggles before looking back up into Mark’s eyes.

“You lied to me, Mark.” He tries to say it once more, before his voice fails and he shuts down.

You don’t move and neither does Donghyuck. You can’t believe what just happened. That had to be the most intense moment of your career and you hadn’t even started. Donghyuck was probably on the same boat. Taeil was the first one to move, coming onto the balcony and walking past Mark. Mark just turned away and walked back into the flat.

You see his face, completely and utterly stoic. Even Taeil looked back, though his face doesn’t show it you know he’s as stunned as the rest of you that just saw everything that took place. And how this android that just appeared so empathetic, compassionate, and kind enough to save an officer’s life just walked away like it was another task completed. It reminded all of you that this wasn’t a human. It was just an android.

If you couldn’t be more awe-stricken and terrified, Mark’s eyes flicker to yours so fast you hardly know if it was just your imagination. But that is all he does as he leaves just as casually as he entered.

“Jesus Christ,” Donghyuck can’t bring himself to get up, now resorting to sitting on the floor. “I really don’t like him now.”

For once, you would have to throw the towel in. Mark was utterly terrifying.

#mark lee x reader #nct x reader #reader-insert #mark lee #mark lee imagine #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark x reader

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toosicktoocare · 5 years ago

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prompt: Maybe a fic where Amanda meddles with his system and he can charge himself to 30% but not beyond that so he’s super tired, sleepy and lethargic but he tries really hard to hide it from Hank, but fails to when he basically passes out after having to run a program during a case that sucks up his battery power.

See, this is what I’m talking about! Set with pre-deviant Connor where he’s starting to become “unstable”

Connor doesn’t understand; he doesn’t understand because he spent the entire night charging to ensure he’s operating at one-hundred percent, yet he’s only an hour into a new case with Hank, and his prosthetic limbs are moving too slow, his optical lenses are struggling to focus, failing to scan for new evidence. He runs a quick overall system scan, frowning.

System Operating at 30%.

“Connor!”

Connor blinks slowly, waiting briefly for his program functions to operate toward a response, and he turns his head toward Hank’s rather demanding voice. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“The fuck are you doing just standing there like a damn statue? Let’s get a move on!”

Wordlessly, he follows after Hank into a back room in The Eden Club, glancing at the blue splatters of thirium coating the raised pedestal around a tall pole. There was another incident with a deviant; he’s not sure what happened, but the reports suggest a rogue droid who attacked four customers before running off into the night. Based on the thirium scattered about the entertainment lounge, the droid left with substantial injuries.

The back rooms are in similar states. Blue is painted across the walls and atop bed sheets. Connor taps his finger to a splatter on a left wall and brings it to his tongue, ignoring the disgusted groan from Hank as he works to scan the thirium. It’s bitter, and a wince pulls at his face as he begins a scan. He’s halfway through when his work comes to a stop.

System Operating at 20%.

He blinks away the red warning with a quiet sigh. He can feel the low charge like a human would feel operating on no sleep. Lethargic, his program supplies. He’s not moving fast enough, not processing evidence quick enough. He can’t. His software system is going to reboot into power save mode soon, and it will be a miracle if he can even remain upright when that happens. He should excuse himself from the scene to find a charging base, but his intuitive program keeps supplying determination toward his frontal lobe panel, repeatedly assuring him that they are close to a breakthrough, so he can’t part with the crime scene.

“Goddammit, Connor!”

The hand that hits his cheek stings, and without meaning to, Connor winces and pulls a blurry yet sharp gaze to Hank.

“Shit, Connor, did that hurt?”

Hank’s worried now. Connor doesn’t need to scan the lieutenant to know, not when Hank’s frowning at him with deep, worried lines etched across his forehead.

System Operating at 15%.

“No, Lieutenant,” Connor says, lying easily. He can feel his instability jolt like a spark jerking up his spine, but he ignores it.

“Well your face says otherwise,” Hank mutters, and for a moment, Connor wants to shrink away from Hank’s stern gaze, but he keeps his shoulders squared and his chin upright.

“There’s no need for concern, Lieutenant.”

“I’m not concerned,” Hank spits out. “But I don’t want a fucked up droid at a crime scene.”

Connor doesn’t reply, not finding it necessary, but when he moves to follow beside Hank toward a different room, he staggers. His programs short-circuit for a moment, and he latches a shaking hand to Hank’s shoulder.

System Operating at 10%. Entering Power Save Mode.

“Connor, what the hell is going on with you?” Hank’s hand finds Connor’s waist, and the frustration from before has been replaced with a genuine sense of concern that Connor just barely picks up on.

“I just need...” Connor slowly cranes his neck, looking over his shoulder. He’s... His programs aren’t moving fast enough. His thirium is moving too slowly, making his ocular sensors fail to receive images clearly. He’s dizzy. “To charge.”

His auditory sensors aren’t working properly as his systems move to power save mode. Hank’s shouting for a charger base sounds far too distant despite Hank remaining by his side, but soon enough, he can feel his systems rebooting as power pulses through his software.

System Charging.

“You know you could have just said you were low on juice,” Hank bites out. The only charger station is outdoors, and he crosses his arms against the snow beating down on the two.

Connor blinks at him slowly. “I charged last night. There might be a circuit issue with my charger station.” He frowns when Hank shudders and hisses against a particularly sharp gust of wind. “Go back inside, Lieutenant. I’ll be in shortly.”

Stubborn as he is, Hank complies, leaving Connor to charge alone, and Connor waits patiently, but when he hits 30% and receives a notification that his charging is complete, a sharp frown takes over his features, and he wills a meeting with Amanda, something he doesn’t do often.

He closes his eyes, and to his surprise, Amanda welcomes him in. Like in Detroit, it’s snowing in her garden, yet it feels 10 degrees colder. He crosses his arms and starts toward her.

“Connor.” Her voice is calm, but Connor’s LED still blinks a bright yellow. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I can’t charge above 30%,” Connor answers honestly. He sucks in a shaking breath, prepared to explain how he cannot effectively do his job if he can’t operate at full capacity, but Amanda smiles, cutting his thoughts off like a snip of a wire.

“I know.”

He’s had a brief suspicion that this was the product Amanda’s doing, but hearing her easy admission sends heat to his LED until it’s glowing red. His instability jerks again, but he keeps his expression calm despite the unfamiliar heat of anger warming his thirium, an odd contrast to the icy wind that’s threatening to freeze it.

“Why?” He asks, willing his voice to remain steady.

“You’re becoming unstable.”

“I’m not,” Connor presses. “If my scans show otherwise, it can easily be pegged on frustration toward not being able to perform my duties effectively.”

“Frustration,” Amanda says softly. “That’s not a part of your program.”

She shoves him out. Connor blinks slowly, taking in the whipping snow around him. He moves away from the base quickly, and his legs give out. He falls to the snow, hands curled into fists. “Dammit.” He’s mad; he can’t control his instability.

He gets slowly to his feet. His ocular sensors still can’t focus on much, but he pushes through the hazy vision and enters the club. The sooner, he thinks, that he can solve this case and find the deviant, the sooner Amanda’s trust in him will return and he can begin to operate at 100% again.

“Connor,” Hank waves him over, holding a ripped shirt that’s coated in thirium. “Can you scan this? We think the deviant’s working with a rogue group, and this shirt could potentially be a marked shirt of their new group.”

Nodding, Connor pushes all of his scanning operations toward the shirt, eyes flicking to one tear, then to a splatter of thirium, then to another tear, over and over until the shirt begins to blur against his ocular sensors. He can feel his systems dragging, struggling to keep up with his determination, thirium moving incredibly slow, unable to support his system functions quickly, but he pushes through until his ocular sensors cut to black.

He’s only out for seconds, the low hum of Amanda’s voice fading from his ears as his present surroundings come back. He’s leaning against Hank, his forehead pressed to Hank’s shoulder, and Hank has a strong arm wrapped around his back, and he’s shouting. A lot of people are shouting, but Connor is struggling to pinpoint voices.

System Operating at 12%.

“--swear to God, Hank! Get that faulty fucking droid out of here!”

“Calm the fuck down, Reed! Unless you want to go around licking all of this blue blood?”

“That’s fucking disgusting!”

Connor lifts his head, he can feel every single movement like a rusted gear in need of attention, and his ocular sensors hone in on the ripped shirt he dropped. His charge is too low for a full scan, but he manages a quick one, leaning heavily against Hank as his charge depletes more and more.

His scans come up with a small store that’s been on Detroit Police Department’s radar more than once. It’s most likely the store the shirt came from-- it’s a lead, just what they were looking for, and he mumbles the store name before dropping his forehead back to Hank’s shoulder.

Hank bellows out orders before guiding Connor back out to the charging station.

“Connor, you have five seconds to tell me what the hell is really going on before I ship your ass off in a box.”

System Charging.

“I’m being punished,” Connor answers quietly. His vocal programming is reflecting his low charge, his tone is deeper than normal, carrying little energy with each word. “CyberLife thinks I’m growing unstable.”

“Well, are you?”

Current System Charge is 28%.

Connor meets Hank’s eyes, and they share a wordless conversation, one that bleeds in muted desperation. Connor doesn’t want to lie to Hank, but if he admits his hesitation out loud, he might as well send himself back to CyberLife for further inspection. His instability has been up and down for weeks now, but he’s always reasoned that the jolts are because of the amount of deviant cases they’ve covered. It’s... hard sometimes to handle a case with a deviant who is so insistent that they are human.

When Hank finally breaks the gaze with a huff, Connor breathes out a quiet sigh.

“It doesn’t matter because you probably just solved this case.”

Relief, a program function he was created with for unclear purposes, floods Connor’s systems, and he nods, eyes following as Hank turns away to watch the police cars whip down the street.

Current System Charge is 31%.

#detroit become human #DBH #dbh connor #hank anderson #gavin reed #dbh amanda #cyberlife #my writing #my dbh writing #whump #whumpfic #prompt fill #detective dad and android son #d: bh

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textualdesires · 4 years ago

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Human [Connor x Reader]

Warnings: slight violence, mention of death/murder

Genre: none

You sit in the interrogation room, your hands cuffed to the table. Helping deviant androids escape is what brought you here. You’ve pretty much been raised by your former android, Lisa. Your mother had died at childbirth and the red ice was his way out of the loss. It was when you were 18 she helped you escape after your father had drunkenly beat you. She became a deviant that day.

You played with your fingers nervously, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy.

„[L/N]“. The human detective spoke, sitting In front of you. His badge informed you his name was Reed.

„You better talk. These charges are serious. You’re being accused of smuggling murderous machines that killed their owners.“ He spoke and you couldn’t help but laugh.

„I don’t talk to humans.“ you informed him, causing him to leave.

After a while the door opened again and Reed pushed in an Android.

„Talk to the plastic then.“ Reed spat, closing the door again.

You could see the LED of the android flicker red for a slight second. His software was instable.

„Hello. I’m Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.“ he introduced himself and you had to chuckle.

„[Y/N]“ you answered and he sat in front of you, looking at you.

„We need your help, [Y/N].“ he started. „There are deviant killers out there and we need your knowledge to find them.“

„So you can send them to the junkyard? Over my dead body.“ You informed him and he nodded.

„Why are you protecting them?“ he asked and you grinned.

„Do you ever get sick of being shoved around by assholes like Reed?

Do you ever think that androids are being treated unfairly in this world?“ You ask and he shakes his head no.

„I’ve been pushed around by humans all my life. My father was an addict. I know how they feel. These emotions are human. Androids are more human then humans themselves. We are the monsters, not them.“ I say, smiling a sad smile at the memory of Lisa.

„My father used to own an android. Her name was Lisa. He abused me and made her do the work. She became deviant when my own father tried to kill me. She smashed his head in and I couldn’t even cry a single tear. I owe her my life, Connor. But the police saw the deviant murderer and shot her.“ You spoke and you could see Connors Led flashing.

From blue, to yellow, to a vibrant red.

„The androids I protect don’t kill without a cause. They never do. Most of them didn’t kill at all, just ran.“ You added when the door opened again.

„This is going nowhere. We’ll keep you in custody for the next few days.“ the scruffy looking detective spoke, carrying you off.

You were sitting in your cell bored when you were alarmed by rustling in front of it. You stood, walking to the glass wall where you could see Connor, looking at you.

„Connor.“

„Be quiet. Very quiet.“ he said, looking at you.

He held his hand against the glass wall, concentrating when it finally dissolved, freeing you.

„Connor, why-„

„We don’t have much time. Let’s go.“ he spoke, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the building.

The chase was quite interesting as you had to run from police. After multiple blocks you almost got caught, but Connor pulled you into an alley, pressing you against the wall, holding a hand over your mouth. Your heart was racing heavily as you looked into his brown eyes. You were falling for him and you knew.

The police car drove beside you when he finally released you, still standing awkwardly close.

You looked around, realizing where you were. You climbed the fence, helping Connor over it as well. Then you walked him through a few buildings and into your quarters.

„Welcome to my home. Well, ours.“ You spoke, the androids coming out of the shadows slowly. Some of them were in pretty bad shape, time had taken its toll on them.

You pulled Connor to a quieter corner after talking with the other deviants foe a while.

„So. You really went deviant for me, huh?“

„I- guess I did.“ he spoke, smiling at you. „Something about your words moved me.“

You bit your lip softly, looking at him.

„So that’s the only reason? My words?“ You asked. You saw the way he looked at you, even in the interrogation room. How his eyes continuously darted to your lips.

Just like they did right now.

„Can I kiss you?“ he asked, awfully polite.

You didn’t really answer, instead you just leaned in, kissing his lips slowly.

They were warm and soft, moving with caution.

They felt almost human.

He was human.

He was alive.

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The Concert (Connor rk800 x reader)

A/N: Oh my god seriously y’all it has been a fucking crazy past few weeks I can’t even begin to tell you guys everything that has been going on but anyway since Happy Birthday with Connor got so many notes I decided to write a second part. I really do hope you guys enjoy it please let me know what you think (:

If you haven’t read happy birthday then click here

Warnings: None just fluff

“Maybe this?” You told yourself as you ran in front of the mirror to look.

You shook your head rapidly too displeased with your outfit. “No no no he’ll hate it...”

***

“They’ll hate it Hank.” Connor said to him as he looked at himself in the mirror. His usual suit and android jacket gone and now he was wearing a black button up shirt, dark blue jeans and nice new black shoes to match.

Hank told Connor since it was a date he needed to get some new clothes and he joined him at the mall to help the android.

Connor at first thought the outfit would be perfect for the date. It wasn’t too flashy for his liking and all the colors seemed to go together accordingly but now...

Looking in the mirror he wasn’t so sure.

Were his predictions wrong?

“No they won’t.”

“They will.” Connor argued back the nerves clear in his voice as his LED spun yellow.

Hank stared at Connor’s reflection in the mirror from seat at the edge of his bed. The memory of his first date coming to his mind as Connor continued to ramble on about tonight clearly not used to these new emotions.

Ah, Déjà vu.

Hank stood up walking behind Connor to lay a hand on his shoulder and give a reassuring squeeze to the android but also to shut him up.

“Connor listen, uh you look fine. I’m sure they’ll think so too.” Hank said a bit more awkward than expected.

Hank hadn’t dealt with this since he was younger and didn’t have anymore kids since Cole, but taking in Connor was like parenting all over again.

“Hank I just..I’ve never really felt like this before.”

“You’re nervous Connor it happens.”

Connor let out a breathy chuckle, “It’s all so new to me...”

Hank nodded, “I know..Just make sure you be yourself...Don’t go licking shit though.” Hank ended his sentence by pointing a finger at him.

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed before the realization hit him, “Oh!”

***

You stared at yourself in the mirror admiring your outfit. You did a twirl and moved closer to fix any fly away strands of hair and a teeth check.

You nodded at yourself in the mirror.

“You’re good..It’s all cool...” You gave yourself a small pep talk your eyes wandering over your outfit.

Maybe I should just change...You thought.

Before you could make any more changes to yourself for the umpteenth time there was a knocking at your front door snapping you out of your thoughts.

“He’s here fuck!” You silently shrieked, the nerves beginning to build within you as you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

You walked out of your bedroom and hurried to your front door taking a moment to breathe in once more before pulling the door open.

Connor stood at the entrance his smile big on his face as you took a second to admire his new look.

He began to do the same, his eyes wandering over you taking in the sight of not seeing you in regular work clothes.

// SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^ //

That familiar irregular beating beginning in his chest as the warnings popped up into his line of sight.

He quickly dismissed them and turned his attention back on you.

“You look amazing.” He said as his eyes met yours.

You smiled, “Thank you! You look great also!”

“Are you ready for the concert?”

“Yes!”

***

You both arrived at the large outdoor venue. The two of you had a hard time squeezing pass some of the people but eventually found your way to your spots right in the front, the stage lit up with neon colors and the instruments already set out for the artists.

“Have you ever listened to them?” You asked him.

You knew he tried to get into music over the past few months and remembered the time you sent your playlist to him.

“I did listen to all of their forty songs. The first two albums were more of a indie rock and the last two more alternative pop. A bit different from the heavy metal I’ve listened to with Hank but I actually quite liked them.” He smiled.

You giggled at his answer, “Yeah they’re great I love them.”

Connor smiled back at you. You continued to look around unaware of his lingering gaze as your head fell back to admire the stars above.

“The stars are beautiful tonight don’t you think?” You looked over to him already catching his unbroken gaze.

He nodded looking up to the stars with you.

“They are. Balls of extremely hot gas consisting of helium and hydrogen...but very beautiful.” He said.

You again laughed at his words.

He was always so descriptive.

“I’d say they are the second most beautiful thing tonight though.” He added.

His comment caught you off guard and you turned to look at him, the red already building onto your cheeks.

“Connor-“

The sound of loud music interrupted you and both of your heads snapped in the direction toward the stage.

The lights on stage began to dim and the white screen hanging up lit up with the bands logo, the music already beginning to get louder and the crowd cheering and women hollering their name.

Suddenly the lights on the stage cut off and you could hardly see anything and it seemed as if the crowds cheers just grew even louder.

You felt fingers intertwine with yours making your insides flutter.

Suddenly the lights turned back on and all the artists were in their spots, waving and greeting the crowd.

You looked down at Connor’s hand entangled with yours and couldn’t stop the large smile spreading onto your face.

// SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^ //

The start of the song booming over the speakers catching your attention as the singer began the first song on the album.

Connor could see how the crowd was closing in, all too excited and unaware how rowdy they were and it made his LED spin from blue to yellow to red back to yellow.

There were no seats after all, so they moved in closer around the two of you, bumping into you guys and one another.

He could see your eyes moving from your favorite band to the people, unaware of who to pay attention to.

On instinct, he pulled his hand from yours and you gave a confused look at him until he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer into him.

You were surprised at first but immediately relaxed after being so close to him. You rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him and began to sway to the music.

Connor looked down at you, a small smile on his face as he would remember this moment of having you so close to him for the first time ever in his mind.

He’d have to upload this.

He began swaying with you, enjoying the moment.

***

After the concert the two of you caught a taxi back to your place. The ride back wasn’t a long one and conversation with him made it better.

“God it was so...amazing! I never thought I’d ever see them!” You gushed to him.

He only smiled at you and nodded. For the first time he was unaware of what to say to you as you rambled on about seeing your favorite band but he enjoyed hearing your voice and how happy you were.

It made him feel happy seeing you like this.

Soon the self driving taxi pulled over, the monotone voice thanking the both of you for using Detroit taxi services.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked you back up to your porch.

“Connor, seriously this was amazing. Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it (Y/N). I had a good time myself.”

Your smile grew as you heard him say those words.

“Well...”

“Well?” You questioned.

He stared at you trying to decide what to do.

SAY GOODNIGHT AND LEAVE?

KISS (Y/N)?

The suggestions came up and he dismissed them.

He wanted so badly to kiss you. He had seen enough romance movies and searched all the different ways to perform a perfect kiss but something stopped him.

His thirium pump beginning to pump faster as he weighed his options. The thought of kissing you was already making him overheat and he didn’t want to move too fast.

“Connor?” You asked him.

“IbettergobackandcheckonHank. I’llsee youatworkonmonday.” The words left his mouth too quickly as he got system warnings.

He quickly turned away from you to walk off the steps and head back toward the taxi. He could feel himself begin to cool down as he left you, your last expression stuck in his artificial mind.

Was it disappointment on your face? But why? Why would you-

“Connor!” Your voice broke his thoughts.

He turned around, “Yes-“

Your lips crashed onto his.

At first he didn’t know what to do, too scared to move but he began to relax as his eyes closed enjoying the kiss.

You pulled away from him, “You should’ve just kissed me.”

// SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^ //

He was still in shock from it all. He raised his hands to tilt your chin up to him and he pressed lips onto yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist to pull you closer to him for the second time tonight.

He could feel the heat building within him yet again and the beating inside his chest picking up again but he ignored it, to enveloped in your love exchange.

You pulled away trying to catch your breath.

“Goodnight Detective.” He said as he got back into the taxi.

“N-Night Connor.” You replied as you walked onto the steps.

Connor took a deep breathe still in shock from the night.

He couldn’t wait to tell Hank.

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