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What a Beautiful Day

(Connor x Reader)

A/N: Daydream in Blue by I Monster is what inspired this one. Am I the only one who thinks up dramatic scenarios to songs?

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You took deep and unnecessary breaths to calm yourself. All your audio sensors could make out was the intense pumping of yiur therium pump. Your LED was flashing red and your bloodied hands trembling. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brought your hands up to pull at your hair as you shook your head.

The next time you opened your eyes, you found yourself laying in a field of beautiful daisies. You looked up at the blue sky so far above you. How the steady breeze made the big fluffy white clouds roll on by. The corners of your lips curled up into a smile. You felt calm now, serine even. What a beautiful day.

Suddenly, images corrupt your vision. The beautiful, calming scenery being replaced by flashes of your owners home covered by red. That was the only colour you could seem to see. Red. These images, these memories that couldn't have belonged to you, of hastily trying to clean up all that.....red.

When you blinked back into reality you were in the middle of a sentence. Your short pause made the two detectives in front of you look at you questioningly. It was only brief pause before you continued what you were saying before as if you had been present the whole conversation. What you were reciting to the human and android detectives was your alibi. Apparently, your owner had been murdered. But of course you knew nothing about that. You were a loyal and obedient android, you could never kill anyone.

The brunette android eyed you skeptically and you offered him the same smile you did to everyone. The smile you were programmed to have on your face at all times. However your eyes held a distant look that made it seem like you weren't all there. Different from the blank look on other ordinary household androids. It was like you were lost in a daydream. This was the second time Connor had noticed that look since he and Hank had started questioning you. 

"So what's the verdict Connor? Is she innocent or not?" the older of the two asked.

Connor kept his eye on you as he spoke, "I'm not detecting any lies but.... I'm not too certain it's telling the truth either."

"The fuck do you mean by that?" Hank rose a brow.

"I believe that it believes it knows nothing. As if it convinced itself that it had nothing to do with the murder," Connor hypothesized, finally breaking his stare from you to glance over to his partner.

"That even possible?" Hank asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not sure, but it's possible that when it became deviant it's fear was too overwhelming. Which caused it's recollection of events to be modified on it's own," Connor continued with his train of thought.

"Alright, so how are we going to get the truth out of her then?" Hank looked back over to your smiling face, with that distant far away gleam in your eyes.

Connor also returned his gaze onto you and was quiet for a moment before he responded, "I'm going to have to probe it's memory. It's the only way to know for sure what happened here."

"That won't be necessary," your voice suddenly chimed in.

Your tone was calm but your eyes held a fear you didn't even know you were trying to conceal. Connor and Hank exchanged a look at your sudden protest before their eyes were back on you.

"It's okay, it'll be quick. I just need to see for myself if you're telling the truth," Connor spoke slowly and softly, approaching you carefully.

"N-No, no. You don't have to. I'm not lying. I can't lie," for however tried you might, your stoic mask was slipping and Connor could see it.

It didn't help that your LED was betraying you by flashing from blue to amber occasionally.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I promise it's all going to be okay. Just take my hand," Connor spoke with a small reassuring smile as he reached out his hand for you to take.

You looked at him and tried to hide the unsure expression that was surely written on your features. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and for some odd reason, you felt as if you could trust him. After a slight pause, you slowly lifted your hand from your side and delicately placed it in his. You saw his artificial skin peel back, yours following suit, and before you had the opportunity to pull away your memories started to play.

You were in the kitchen, the knife in your hand chopping up the vegetables for your owner's dinner. He wasn't he yet which meant you had some peace and quiet. At least, that was until you heard the door opening and harshly closing. You didn't even realize it but you flinched at the noise.

You tried to keep your eyes down at the task at hand when you heard him entering the kitchen. His presence was felt looming over your shoulder as you worked and you heard him scoff out a comment about you being "useless". Suddenly, you felt him pushing you aside, making you and the knife fall to the floor. This earned yet another comment. Something that you should have been used to by now.

"Stupid fucking android. Can't do shit. I should just fucking destroy you and get a competent android," he spat.

Your eyes glanced at the knife that was in front of you, slowly you grabbed it before standing up. When you looked up you saw his back turned to you. Subconsciously your grip on the hilt of the knife tightened. Memories of all the times he yelled at you for nothing, hit you for nothing, touched you for nothing. Your LED spun red and the next thing you knew, you were digging the knife into his back. Again, and again, and again.

When you stared down at his lifeless body, the knife fell from your hand. The clang of the metal breaking the deafening silence. The realization of what you had just done, what you had become dawned on you and it felt like all your biocomonants were being suffocated. Is this what it felt like to be dying?

You took deep and unnecessary breaths to calm yourself. All your audio sensors could make out was the intense pumping of yiur therium pump. Your LED was flashing red and your bloodied hands trembling. Squeezing your eyes shut, you brought your hands up to pull at your hair as you shook your head.

When you opened your eyes again, you were laying in a field of beautiful daisies. You looked up at the bright blue sky above you, tears streaming down your face. Glossy (e/c) eyes stay trained on on the fluffy white clouds that strolled on by.

"I didn't mean to," your soft voice spoke, looking over to Connor who was laying beside you.

"I know," he said after a brief pause, turning his head to meet your gaze.

He ignored the confusion of where exactly they were. Maybe this was your mind palace, like his own zen garden. Except this acted more as an escape. A beautiful day.

Opening your eyes, you instantly locked with Connor's deep coffee brown ones. Your LED shifted from the red it had turned back to a gold that matched Connor's LED. A single tear fell down your cheek and you felt your bottom lip tremble. Connor gave your hand that he still held a little reassuring squeeze. He wasn't exactly why he felt the need to reassure you, but he didn't dwell too much on the fact.

After a few moments, Hank was the one to break the silence, "So, find anything out?"

Connor blinked a couple of times, as if being broken out of a trance, and glanced over to Hank, "N-No, no (s)he's innocent."

Your eyes widened with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and relief. You were so sure that he was going to tell, and that you were going to get deactivated. But you weren't about to ruin this chance he was giving you.

Hank took note of the fact Connor still had his hand clasped in yours, that he stuttered, and refered to you as '(s)he'. He was also very much aware that you clearly felt, if not for the tears you seemed to shed then for the fact you refused to meet his eyes. However, he only nodded.

"Then I guess we're done here," he said turning towards the door.

Connor gave you one last glance before he brought his hand back down at his side. Dropping your hand as well, you began to fiddle with your fingers, already missing the odd comfort he brought. You offered him a little smile and he returned it, giving you a little nod before he want to go follow after his partner.

However he was stopped when you grabbed his arm. He looked back at you and before he could say anything you leaned up and pressed a quick peck to his cheek.

"Thank you, Connor. I hope you have a beautiful day," you whispered.

Connor froze in place and he started at you with wide eyes, a baby blue hue tinting his cheeks. You giggled softly at his reaction.

"Connor! Hurry the fuck up!"

Connor snapped out of his daze and hurriedly called out, "coming Lieutenant!"

You watched him as he got into the old busted up car that belonged to the Lieutenant with a smile. As they drove off you and him kept eye contact for as long as you could. Now that he was gone, you weren't too sure what would happen to you now. Were you free? Would you be sold again? Would you see him again? You didn't know. But for now, you were just enjoying this beautiful day.

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A/N: wow, me? Making a fic less than 2k words? Wowie. Idk what the end was. Maybe I'll make a sequel where they meet again idk.

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Another question for y'all

Okay so I have a bunch of scene ideas and I wanted to know if y'all would read em if I put them all into a singular narrative with multiple parts and other stuff connecting them, or just write the scenes as oneshots?

#the multipart story would be a mostly Connor x reader #but it'd also have some conan x reader #aaaaand some carol #cuz i love my bby #dbh #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh oc #dbh connor #detroit rk900 #detroit become human rk900 #detroit rk800 #detroit become human #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #connor x reader #rk800 #rk900

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In Real Life

(Connor x Reader)

A/N: this is inspired by the demi lovato song of the same title that I randomly remembered from when i was a kid that i totally didn't discover from a hetalia fic 👁️👄👁️

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Gavin Reed. He was an..... interesting character. Most people thought he was a trouble making asshole, and they weren't exactly wrong. He liked to pick fights, mostly with androids, and he held this arrogant air around him. But that didn't mean he wasn't capable of kindness, how to have a fun time, and believe it or not he was actually kind of funny. You supposed that was why you started to like him.

At first you only agreed to go on a date with him so he'd leave you alone. But one date turned into two. Then three. Then, before you knew it you found yourself living with him, and carrying the title of his 'girlfriend'. Honestly, you didn't really hate that idea.

He was kind enough, and funny enough, he was just enough to cure your crippling case of loneliness. So you let yourself fall for him. After all, there weren't really any other options for you at the moment. At least, not that you were aware of. But unbeknownst to you, a certain android had a budding crush on you.

You had been dating Gavin for a couple of months and things were....okay. Not bad, but not ideal either. You just chalked it up to your hopeless romantic nature expecting too much of him, and unrealistic. So, you settled with the mediocre relationship. It wasn't like he was abusive in any way. He had just been growing more and more distant, to say the least.

You wouldn't really ever go on fun dates out anymore. Unless you counted the weekends you would follow him to a bar. Where he would get shitfaced which then you would have to drag him to your shared apartment before he started a fight with someone. But those nights were hardly romantic. The only remotely romantic element being him managing to convince you to sleep with him.

Most days, he would stay home to hang out for no more than a couple of hours. But then he'd be off doing god knows what for the rest of the night. He'd rarely even be there when you woke up either. He would always just say it was because he had work he needed to do.

You brushed never questioned him about all the excuses, telling yourself that he was a detective. He must have been needed quite a lot. Or maybe he even just wanted his own time. That was fine. He was allowed to want his alone time. So you put up with it, even though it was causing little cracks in your heart every time. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that told you that you deserved more than this. A certain someone would have to agree.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were laying in your bed, and Gavin was getting dressed and ready to leave. You held back the urge to sigh as you watched him, a hint of sadness in your (e/c) eyes. Sitting up slightly, you cleared your throat. You already knew the answer to what you were about to ask, but it was worth a shot.

"So, when are you gunna be home?" you asked, a hopeful tinge to your voice.

"Dunno, probably not til late. I got work, but I'll let you know," he said as he shrugged on his jacket.

"Okay..." you replied quietly.

"I gotta go, cya later," he said, stopping at your bedroom door, sparing you a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Okay, bye," you waved, offering him a small smile.

With that, he was gone once again. When you heard the front door shut you let out a long sigh. You layed back down and stared up at the ceiling, letting your mind wonder. After a few moments the buzzing of your phone caught your attention. You rolled over onto your side and grabbed it, turning it on and punching in your passcode. You opened the messages app and a smile appeared on your face when you read the text. 

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Hello, (Y/n). How are you doing this evening? :)

You couldn't help but chuckle at the little smiley face. You taught him how to make the basic emote faces and you thought it was adorable every time he used one. Almost immediately, you typed up your reply.

(Y/n): Hey Con! I'm ok, you?

Connor was your best friend. Ever since he first waltzed into the prescinct you found him intriguing. The thing thing that brought you two together at first was because you defended him from Gavin, and anyone else who bullied the poor android. You really didn't understand why they were all so mean to him.

You thought the detective android was amazing in every single way. Not only was his detective work unmatched, but he was also such a sweetheart, and honestly so unintentionally hilarious, not to mention he was very attractive. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what it would be like to date him. He would honestly be the perfect boyfriend. But you doubted he'd think of you in a romantic way.

Connor had only become a deviant not too long ago. So trying to flirt with him would feel wrong anyways. But being friends with him was something you could do. You always knew he was so much more than a machine on a mission. When he came to you to tell you he had become deviant you immediately pulled him into a hug, much like Hank did. Little did you know that your hug would awaken feelings in him for you he never knew were possible, yet felt as if they'd always been there. 

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: I'm doing good. May I ask why you're just okay? Is something wrong?

His concern made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A feeling that you were supposed to feel from your boyfriend. Your previous smile dropped as you stared at the question on the screen. You trusted Connor with your life but you didn't know if you should tell him what was bothering you. With a soft sigh, you typed up your response.

(Y/n): No no I'm fine. It's just one of those days y'know?

(Y/n): But I really appreciate your concern :)

You felt bad for lying to him, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do about your little predicament. You were grateful you didn't have to have this conversation face to face, otherwise he would have most definitely caught you in your lie. Yet even through text, Connor wasn't very convinced but he didn't want to press even further.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh, ok. Let me know if you need anything (Y/n) and I'll be there. :)

Once again, his message brought a smile to your face, along with that funky feeling in your stomach. Oh how you wished Gavin could make you feel this special.

(Y/n): Thank you Connor :3

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: What is that?

You chuckled softly at the android's endearing cluelessness when it came to texting. God he was adorable.

(Y/n): It's a face! Like a dog or a cat face

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Oh.

Connor: :3

You couldn't help but giggle at the incoming text.

(Y/n): Cute! :D

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Anyways, I shouldn't keep you up any further. It's late, you should sleep.

You glanced up to the corner of your phone and saw the time read 1:43 am. He definitely wasn't wrong, and as if on cue your body let out a long yawn.

(Y/n): Yeah you're probably right. Goodnight Connor.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Goodnight (Y/n) :3

You chuckled and shook your head as you turned your phone off, placing it over your heart. An absent-minded dreamy sigh fell past your lips and you placed your phone over on your nightstand. You got comfortable in under the covers and fluttered your eyes shut before you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up at the sound of your alarm, you weren't surprised to find the space beside you empty. No kisses, no breakfast made for you, not even the presence of your boyfriend. You were used to that by now though. It's almost as if you were still single. With a little huff, you got up and started getting ready for work.

You weren't a detective like Gavin, but you did work at the station with him, and with Connor. Almost as soon as you thought about your favorite android, you saw your phone light up in your peripherals. You didn't even need to read who it was from before a smile stretched across your face.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: Good morning (Y/n). I hope you slept well. I look forward to seeing you.

(Y/n): Thanks Connor, I slept alright. I'm leaving now so I'll see you soon.

NEW MESSAGE

Connor: See you soon (Y/n) :)

With that, you shut your phone off and tucked it away into your purse before leaving the apartment. You locked the door behind you and ledt to go down to your car. The smile Connor's morning texts brought you stayed on your face the whole ride to work. You had a feeling today was going to be a great day.

The hours of the day rolled by seamlessly, and for the most part, your little feeling was right. You didn't have that many reports to fill out and Connor wasn't out on any cases with Hank so you got to talk with him a lot. The only thing that kind of disappointed you was the lack of attention you got from your boyfriend. You tried not to let that get you down, but Connor could sense that you weren't 100%.

It was currently 7:45pm and you were finally ready to head home. After gathering your belongings, you looked around for Gavin. You were a little confused when you couldn't find him, but just assumed he went home before you. Wouldn't be the first time. As your eyes scanned the prescinct, they met a pair of warm chocolate brown ones. Your lips almost immediately curled up into a smile when you recognized who they belonged to.

"Hello, (Y/n). Are you done for the day?" he asked, returning your smile with a lopsided smile of his own.

He had yet to master the whole smiling thing without looking awkward. But it cute nonetheless.

"Yep, you?" you responded, popping the 'p'.

"Yes, Hank is waiting for me in the car," he nodded.

"Then you probably shouldn't keep him waiting before he leaves without you," you chuckled.

"Right," he agreed almost sheepishly.

"C'mon, we can walk out together," you offered with a smile.

Connor's own smile widened and he nodded enthusiastically, "I would like that."

You lead the way to the exit and Connor followed. As you got to the door, Connor quickly stepped ahead of you and opened the door for you. A soft chuckle escaped you and you felt a slight warmth rise up into your cheeks. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the android detective.

"Why thank you kind sir," you said with a grin.

"Of course, my lady/lord," he replied with a cheeky little smile as he exited after you.

As he walked you over to your car, the sudden sound of a car's horn made you jump. You turned your head to Hank's beat up old car.

"Connor, hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving your ass here!" you heard the older man yell from his car.

"Coming Lieutenant!" Connor called after him.

He then turned to you with a soft smile, "Goodnight (Y/n), I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Connor," you replied with a wave as he jogged over to Hank's car.

You and Connor locked eyes once more before you both got into your seperate vehicles. You swore you felt your heart skip a beat, and as soon as you were in your car you let out a girlish giggle. Today was definitely a great day.

You pulled up in front of the apartment building and parked along the curb. Gavin only had one parking spot and that was reserved for his truck, so you had to park infront of the building. Not that you really minded. Stepping out of the car, you locked it before entering the building. As you rode the elevator up to your floor you wondered if Gavin would be home. Maybe if you were lucky you could watch a movie together and cuddle to wrap up this perfect day.

When you arrived at your door you slid in your key to unlock to door only to find it was already unlocked. Huh that was weird. You just shrugged it off, assuming Gavin just left it unlocked for you. However when you entered the apartment and begun to take your jacket off you paused when your eyes landed on a pair of heels that weren't your own.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach when you heard hushed giggles and moans coming from deeper in the apartment. You dropped your bag by the door and closed it quietly before slowly creeping down the hall. The closer you got to the origin of the noises the louder they got and they were coming from the bedroom. The sound of your heart racing pounded in your ears as you recognized one of the voices to be Gavin's, your supposed boyfriend. The other voice was another woman's, and it didn't take much to put two and two together.

Your feet stopped on your venture forward and you stood frozen like a deer in headlights. The forming of tears stung your eyes and you felt your throat tightening. You could almost hear your heart breaking over the faint voices echoed in your mind. After a few moments of you just standing there, processing what was happening, you turned on your heel and grabbed your bag before slamming the door shut. There was no doubt they would heard that, and you hoped they did.

Hot tears brimmed your eyes and you tried so hard to keep them from spilling as you rushed into the elevator. You didn't want or need to face him or the woman he had cheated on you with. There was nothing he could say that would make it okay. That would stop you from leaving him like you knew you should have a long time ago.

It was only when you got into your car when you finally let the tears that threatened to spill fall down your face. Never before have you felt so stupid in your entire life. So much of you time and love poured into someone who never gave a shit about you. You hit the side of the steering wheel multiple times with a frustrated and hurt groan. After the anger had subsided you leaned your forehead against the wheel and just cried.

It had been a solid five minutes before you were able to steady your breathing and calm down a little. Your eyes glanced back to the apartment, with a shaky sigh you put the key into the ignition and started your car. You didn't have a set destination in mind but you just needed to go anywhere else but here.

You seemed to drive on autopilot because without even realizing it you ended up driving to the address of Lieutenant Anderson. Since you had made the mistake of moving in with Gavin, you really didn't have anywhere else to go. You hoped he wouldn't mind if you crashed there for a couple of days with a little persuasion from Connor. The moment you thought about the android you felt yourself feel just a little bit better. You knew that if anyone would be able to lift your spirits, it was him.

Within less than a half hour you arrived at the residence of Hank, Sumo, and as of recently, Connor. You parked by the curb and turned off your car. Taking a few deep breaths, you looked at yourself in the mirror and realized how much of a mess you looked. Your eyes were red, puffy, and glossy with fresh tears. But at this point you were beyond caring about how you looked.

With a soft huff you pulled yourself out of your car and headed up to the door. You wasted no more time before knocking on the door a couple of times. Looking over your shoulder you noticed Hank's car wasn't in the driveway. Must have been out at a bar or something. Your attention was brought back to the door when you heard it unlocking and being pulled open. Connor's eyes widened at the sight of you and his LED shifted into a yellow as he immediately scanned you for any bodily harm.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, worry evident in his voice and soft eyes.

"H-He cheated on me," was all you said, your barely audible voice cracking as you fought off a second round of tears.

The androids features softened and he opened the door wider for you to step inside. You offered him a weak grateful smile as you walked into the humble abode. He closed the door behind you before offering to take your coat, like the gentleman he was. After he took you to trudged over to the couch and sunk down onto it. You hadn't even been there five minutes and you already felt more at home than you did spending months at his place.

A smile tugged at your lips when the saint bernard, Sumo, came up and layed at your feet. You leaned down and pet through his thick fur.

"Hey buddy," you mumbled to the canine.

Your attention was brought back up to Connor when he took a seat next to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked kind of awkwardly.

You shook your head, "No, not really."

Connor nodded in understanding. He wasn't quite sure what else to say. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit. He was about to open his mouth to speak but shut it once you leaned your head against his shoulder, your eyes trained on the dog that layed by your feet. Connor tensed at the contact and you were just about to move away and apologize when he slowly wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)," Connor almost whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you.

"Yeah, me too," you said sadly, sighing shakily.

You felt the tears coming back and your breath becoming more uneven but you made no attempt to stop it. Connor must have noticed too because he shifted slightly and used his other hand to pull you into his chest. This time it was you who had tensed at the sudden hug, and soon you completely melted into his touch. You buried your face into his chest and clutched onto his jacket like your life depended on it, meanwhile Connor soothingly pet your hair.

"He didn't deserve you anyways," he mumbled, mostly to himself.

A long period of time passed where none of you said a word. Connor just held you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. He thought he hated Gavin before you two started dating, now the next time he saw him he was going to have some words for him. Connor wished he had said something to you before you got hurt, but it was too late for that now so he was content to be here for you now. He hated to admit it, but he actually really like the position you two were in, minus the you crying thing of course.

A couple more minutes passed until Connor realized that you had seemed to calm down. He looked down at you and just as he was about to call your name he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You must have been so exhausted that you cried yourself to sleep. Slowly, Connor picked you up bridal style before laying you down onto the couch. He had to snap himself out of staring at your sleeping form in order to get you a spare blanket. When he came back he gently laid the blanket over you then hesitantly leaned down closer to you.

"Sleep well, (Y/n)," he whispered before leaning in further to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

In the morning, you were awoken by the potent smell of bacon in the air. You stirred a bit before your eyes fluttered open, taking in your surroundings. It took a moment to realize where you were, and what exactly happened the night before. When you looked up to see Hank making his way over to the couch you sat up to give him room. You assumed Connor had filled him in after you fell asleep because he didn't ask why you were here, only mumbling a 'mornin'.

You offered him a small smile in response and rubbed your eyes. Looking over, you saw Connor in the kitchen and got up to join him. When he noticed you at his side he offered you a bright smile.

"Good morning, (Y/n). How did you sleep?" he asked, his eyes going back to the bacon he was cooking up.

"As well as you'd expect sleeping on a couch. Whatcha doing?" you nodded down to the food he was making.

"Making you breakfast, of course," he said as if it were obvious.

"Really?" your eyes widened and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"I hope you don't mind," he added once he saw your reaction, suddenly doubting his actions.

"No, no! I don't mind at all, it's just..... Something I'm not used to," you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Well, as long as you stay with us I'll make you whatever you want whenever you want," he grinned, proud of himself.

Your lips curled up into a wide smile and you went up on your tippy toes, pressing a quick peck to his cheek, "Thanks Con."

"Uh- N-No problem (Y/n)," he stuttered, a light blue starting to tint his cheeks.

Maybe all your romantic daydreams weren't so unrealistic after all. You just had to know where to look. Maybe you should be thanking Gavin. Yeah, a nice thank you with your fist would do just fine.

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A/N: oops i meant for this to be like 2500 words and it turned out to be nearly 4000- Anywayss hope y'all enjoyed!

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Retribution

(Connor x Reader)

⚠️TW: Graphic descriptions of death & Suicide⚠️

A/N: im sorry in advance for the angst that this fic will be. I went down a rabbit hole of slowed sad songs :')

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It had felt like years since the last time he saw your face. Your smile. The way the corners of your eyes creased when you laughed. God how he missed that sound. It never failed to make his artificial heart skip a beat. Sure, he could replay a memory of you laughing but it just wasn't the same. It would never be the same. Because whenever he would replay one good memory of you, it would always be spoiled by his last memory of you.

The way your gorgeous (l/c) lips that always curled into a smile crafted just for him, quivered and turned a cold blue. The words that fell from those perfect lips that were nothing but kind, had turned into desperate pleads. How your beautiful hair that suited you so perfectly, clung to your face as the rain poured down onto you. And finally, your bright and captivating (e/c) eyes that were glossed with hot tears, betrayal, hurt, fear.

You were so scared. Terrified, even. But he didn't care. Not when it mattered anyways. He pressed the cold steel of his gun to your forehead and pulled the trigger without a second thought. Actually, that was a lie. He did feel a sense of hesitation when he met your eyes. That almost made it worse, didn't it? Because he went through with it anyways. He didn't have a choice, he told himself. He was just a machine back then. It was Amanda who was the real murderer. But none of those excuses soothed the guilt that consumed him.

It was his fault. He was the one that stole your life away from you. The one you trusted the most in this world. He knew what he meant to you. He knew that you would let him take you to that abandoned warehouse no questions asked. It was all too easy for him. He wished that you had been more suspicious, wished you hadn't trusted him with your life, wished you fought back.

But you didn't fight back. You didn't even attempt to for the possibility of living another day. You knew Connor never failed his mission. Instead, you tried your hardest to make him realize he didn't need to do this. That he was more than a machine, a tool used to do the humans dirty work. You told him he had so much more value as a person. You told him you loved him. But your words didn't get through to him. Not until it was far too late.

Now those words were all he could hear. Over and over. He hated it. He hated the guilt. He hated the grief. He hated himself. He just wanted it all to stop. The memories, the feelings, everything. It was all too much. But he knew it was nothing less than he deserved. He was a murderer. A monster.

Because not only did he kill you in cold blood, he left you there. Left your body to rot in an old abandoned warehouse where no one would suspect your corpse to lay. To decay and be eaten away by whatever vermin was lucky to come across you. He didn't even give you the decency of shutting your eyes. Letting them stare lifelessly into the distance until they were eaten away.

After he became deviant he returned to that warehouse. Your body still in the same place, same position he left it. If he were human he would have barely recognized you with how nature reclaimed you. But he did recognize you. He remembered everything. Ever painful detail replayed infront of him as he stared into the empty sockets of your eyes.

The image that was now stuck in his mind forever made him sick. If he were human he was sure he'd never be able to keep anything down again. But instead, he just had to live with that clenching feeling in his biocomponants. The suffocating feeling of his actions coming back to haunt him.

Hank, the only other person who gave him a chance, lost his last game of russian ruellet a few short weeks after the android confessed to his greatest regret. He foolishly thought that when Hank's eerily calm reaction meant there might have been a small chance he could be forgiven one day. That maybe he wasn't alone. But when he walked into the old Lieutenant's home and spotted his blood splattered kitchen he realized how wrong he was.

You were practically like a child to Hank. Sure you annoyed the living fuck out of him, but he really did care about you. He even cared about Connor in his own way. But once he heard the news that you were dead. Murdered. By the very android he would have proudly called son. He fell deeper into his depressive state. Deeper than ever before. And not too long after, he joined his family. Leaving Connor on his own.

It felt like he had killed Hank too. Maybe it wasn't him who pulled the trigger, but it was him that took something so special away. Yet again he was the one responsible for the loss of another irreplaceable life. It was his fault. The only people he would ever realize he loved were dead because of him. Because he was too stupid to realize his fucking mission didn't mean shit.

So there he sat, next to the spot where your body used to be. It had long since been cleaned up, buried in a nice cemetery. A place he would visit daily and talk to your gave as if you could hear him. Waiting for a reply that would never come. He looked down at the revolver in his hands, the same one Hank had used. The same one he would use.

Connor popped out the chamber, a single bullet in one of the eight slots, and gave it a spin before flicking it back in it's place. He pressed the cool metal under his chin and pulled the trigger.

Click

His LED was burning a crimson red, a colour it never seemed to shift away from these days. He continued his action of spinning the chamber again, returning the barrel under his chin.

Click

Flashes of your eyes, your face, replaced the image of the dreary warehouse surroundings. He hoped maybe he would see you again as he continued his game of one man russian ruellet.

Click

God how he missed you. Missed Hank. He never really realized it in the moment, but you were hilarious. A small, bittersweet smile made it's way onto his face as he recalled one of your jokes. The chamber spun once again, before clicking into place and the barrel returned under his chin. He never realized how much he loved you. He wished he got to tell you. He wished he realized it sooner.

Bang

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A/N: lowkey on the verge of crying over this shit THANKS A LOT ME. Sad Connor is NOT okay and I am probably going to go write a fluffy fic ASAP to feel better.

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Connor, examining a handgun: The American Androids act of 2029 specifically states that androids are forbidden to carry or use any type of weapon.

Connor, tucking the gun away: However, the American Androids act of 2030 specifically states that momma didn’t raise no bitch.

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Inbetween

(Connor x Reader x Nines)

A/N: no important author's note for this one! Enjoy!

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The past couple of weeks had been.....strange. To say the least. Ever since Conan became a deviant you could have sworn he had been coming on to you. It was hard to be sure, he was near impossible to read. But that's not where it stops. Connor had also been more clingy than he had before. Not that you minded, you just were confused as to why.

The two androids behavior kept getting worse and worse as time went on. It did nothing to help with the feelings you had grown for each of them. Now it was a miracle if you got out of a conversation with one of them without your cheeks burning and your heart racing. It was torture. But you didn't necessarily hate it.

During the past few weeks, as much as Connor and Conan made you flustered immensely, it wasn't caused by anything that gave you any definiteve proof they actually felt the same about you. They were mostly only their phrasing of certain words and little 'accidental' touches. That was, until tonight.

It was around 9 o'clock and the prescinct was mostly empty. Connor and Hank had gone home not too long ago, leaving you practically alone with Conan. That fact alone made the butterflies fluttering in your stomach go crazy. It didn't help that he seemed to catch every glance you sent his way. You could have sworn you his lips twitch up into a smirk every time but you never looked for too long.

You were currently getting all your belongings together to go home for the night. Your eyes subconsciously flicked up to where Conan was perched but found he wasn't there. That was odd, but you shrugged it off as you pulled on your jacket. Once you had everything you turned to head to the exit when you bumped into a sturdy chest. A surprised squeak escaped you and you looked up to see none other than the stone faced steely eyed android looming over you.

"Jesus Conan, you scared me," you chuckled nervously, the butterflies going haywire.

"My apologies, (Y/n). I was just waiting to escort you out to your car," he replied, his striking eyes boring into your soul.

"O-Oh, that's really nice of you. B-But you don't have to..." you trailed off, adverting your gaze from his as you felt fire rise in your cheeks.

"I want to," he insisted.

That made your eyes instantly flick back up to him, widened slight, "O-Okay, thanks."

He merely gave a little node before gesturing to the exit, "shall we?'

You nodded and lead the way out to the exit. It was taking all of your strength to stop your lips from forming a giant goofy smile. Especially when the fat, slow falling, snowflakes surrounding you two made the whole thing so much more romantic. Sadly, your car wasn't too far in the parking lot and your short walk with Conan swiftly came to an end.

As you two stopped at your car you turned to Conan with half the smile your lips craved to form, "well, thanks for um walking me to my car. I really appreciate it."

"Of course, no one would dare prey on you with me here," he said almost smugly.

You chuckled a bit at that before turning to your car door, "you got that right."

Fishing through your purse, you finally pulled out your keys and unlocked the drivers side door. However before you could open it for yourself, Conan leaned forward and pulled the door open for you. In this position the incredibly tall android practically had you boxed in. You swore your heart was going to beat so fast it would just stop.

"Th-Thanks," you said quietly, glancing at him with a shy smile.

Conan didn't reply, at least not with words. Your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned closer, your faces mere inches apart. You swallowed thickly as he leaned even closer, the faint smirk on his lips being clear as day. It felt like you were about to drop dead when he pressed his lips to your cheek. It only lasted a couple of seconds but the warmth from his touch still lingered.

"Have a nice night, (Y/n)," he said as he leaned back before turning back to the station.

"Y-You too!" you called out after him  and then swiftly getting into your car.

You sat there, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. You didn't even try to hide the wide grin on your face. Hell, you even let yourself let out a little squeal. You could still feel his lips on your skin. They were surprisingly warm and left a slight wetness on your cheek. Did he have some kind of fake saliva or something? It didn't matter.

After acting like a school girl, with the giggling and holding the cheek he kissed, you finally started your car. Your destination being Hank's place. Ever since you had befriended him and Connor you always spent a few hours at his place after work. Mostly because being at home was lonely and Hank didn't mind you over, so it was a win win. The whole car ride over your grin never ceased.

Once you finally got there you got out your car and went up to knock on the door. Unsurprisingly, it was Connor who answered the door. He greeted you with a smile as soon as he registered it was you.

"Hello (Y/n)," he said, opening the door for you to come in.

"Hey Concon," you grinned at him as you stepped inside.

Hank was passed out on the couch already so you didn't bother saying anything to him. However you did kneel down to greet his saint bernard, Sumo, who had trotted up to you for some hello pets. Once you stood back you you looked to Connor and noticed his brows knit together, head tikted slightly, and his LED spinning yellow.

You raised a questioning brow at him, "Connor? You alright there?"

He didn't answer you, instead he stepped close to you and grabbed your chin in his hand. He turned your head to the side slightly and seemed to inspect your cheek. The very same cheek Conan had kissed. You were beyond confused at what he was doing, and honestly a little worried. You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing when he leaned down and swiped his tongue over your cheek.

A loud squeak escaped your lips and your eyes winded like saucers. Your breath caught in your throat and your  entire face burned.

"C-Connor what the hell!?" you exclaimed in an almost whisper yell as to not wake up Hank.

"Why was therium belonging to Conan on your cheek?" he asked with a small frown, ignoring the fact he had just licked you.

You blinked at him in confusion. Therium? But that didn't make any- Suddenly, your eyes widened as it clicked. So that's what the wetness was. It was therium. But why was his mouth bleeding?

Connor's frown deepened at your silence. Though he didn't need an answer from you to figure out what happened. Your flustered face and racing heart was a dead giveaway, not yo mention they way you refused to meet his eyes. A small huff left the android and grabbed your attention, your (e/c) eyes flicking back to him sheepishly.

"So that's how it's gonna be," he muttered, seemingly to himself.

You were about to ask him what the hell he was talking about before his actions cut you off once again. However this time his lips were on your neck. Your entire body went tense but was quick to melt at his touch. When he started nibbling at your skin you had to take your lower lip between your teeth to hold back a soft moan. You were to busy enjoying the sensation of Connor leaving love bites all over your neck to even question it.

"C-Connor," you softly moaned out as he bit down on a particularly sensitive spot.

But your happiness was cut short when what Connor said just before he attacked your neck replayed in your head. 'So that's how it's gonna be.' What was that supposed to mean? Then, you thought back to how it was therium on your cheek. How would Conan have been bleeding and not notice? Unless....it was on purpose.

Suddenly, all their actions and behavior made sense. They were competing, and you were stuck in the middle of it. The object of their feud to see who's the better android. It wasn't because they actually liked you at all. It was all just to get at the other.

Your heart felt like it dropped into your stomach and you harshly shoved Connor away from you. He looked at you with wide, confused eyes wondering what he had done wrong. Tears burned in your eyes as you looked up at him with utter hurt in your eyes. 

"You did this to get back at him didn't you?" you choked out, cursing yourself at how your voice shook.

"No!" he said defensively.

Connor opened his mouth to protest further but shut it once he realized that was in fact what he was doing. His eyes dropped to the floor in shame. He internally scolded himself for his actions and before he could even apologize you were out the door.

He watched from the doorway as you slammed your car door shut and hastily drove off. The truth was, he did genuinely like you. He liked you a lot. But seemingly so did Conan. When he first saw the signs he tried so hard to win your affections for himself, and so did his brother. So in a way they were competing, for you.

Unfortunately, that wasn't how you saw it. In your mind, they were using you like an object in their little game. It made it difficult for you to keep the tears from blurring your vision. You tried to keep your breathing steady to avoid getting into an accident. But when your emotions proved to be too much you had to pull into a random grocery store parking lot.

You put the car in park and turned it off before leaning your forehead against the top of the steering wheel. Tears were now freely falling down your face. You felt so stupid for thinking they could actually like you. The possibility of them fighting for you never even crossed your mind. You were aware of their little rivalry in which was the better model, so you assumed that you were just another effect from it, rather than the cause.

You sat in your car for who knows how long until you were finally able to calm yourself down. Sniffling, you pulled down the little mirror above your head and glared at the dark marks on your neck. You felt your cheeks flaring up again and you flipped the mirror back up before getting out of the car. You breathed in the frigid air, exhaling it slowly.

You figured since you were there you might as well buy yourself a tub of ice cream. So you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket and tried to shrink further into your jacket to conceal the bruises on your neck. Your venture into the store didn't take more than ten minutes, but when you made your way back to your car you stopped when you saw two very familiar androids standing next to your vehicle.

You internally groaned at their presence and took a deep breath before walking up to them. Conan's eyes were already on you while Connor's stayed glued to the flood until he heard your footsteps approach. He immediately perked up at the sight of you.

"What do you want," you asked coldly, fishing for your keys from your pocket, not sparing either of them a glance.

"We came to apologize," Connor spoke up first, regret evident in his voice.

However it didn't stop you from trying to escape into your car. Emphasis on trying, because just as you went to open the door Conan placed his hand on the door, keeping it shut. You sent him a glare at his action but he didn't seem fazed.

"Hear us out before you go storming off," he said, some emotion you couldn't quite place in his tone.

You huffed and leaned against your car, Conan taking a step back when you made no more attempts to flee.

"So, what? You're sorry you pulled me into your stupid dick measuring contest?" you said bitterly, feeling your throat tightening.

"We don't have-"

"Yeah I know Connor, it was a figure of speech," you sighed.

"Oh..." he said quietly.

Damn him and his adorable innocence.

This time it was Conan who spoke up, his questioning icy blue eyes meeting yours, "What exactly do you think is going on here?"

"You two are using me like a pawn in your game of 'whos the best'," you said as if it were obvious.

You saw Connor and Conan share a look before looking back to you. Connor took a step towards you and you completely missed how his cheeks were tinting a baby blue.

"(Y/n), that's not it at all. We were....We were um..." he trailed off rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding your eyes.

"We were competing for your attentions," Conan continued quietly.

You blinked at them with wide eyes at the confession. Now you felt even more stupid for not seeing that earlier. An almost silent 'oh' was all you could say in response.

The air had become completely awkward and none of you said another word. At least not for a couple of moments that felt like they dragged on for years. You couldn't take the silence any more so you were the one to break it.

"S-So.... Does that mean you both like me...?" you asked timidly, glancing from one to the other sheepishly.

"Yes," Connor was the first to reply, with a lopsided smile.

Looking to Conan, he only replied with a curt nod. You could have sworn you saw his cheeks turning blue, but it was too dark to really tell for sure.

You awkwardly cleared your throat and tried to fight the smile that threatened to spread across your face, "well um.... I like you too. Both of you."

"We know," Conan said, his lips curling up into a smirk.

Connor nodded in agreement, "yeah, it was kinda obvious."

Conan glanced over to Connor and scoffed, "oh please, you only knew because the Lieutenant told you."

"Shut up!" Connor snapped, shooting his brother a glare.

Their attention was brought back to you when they heard you chuckling. The sound making both their pumps skip a beat and smiles appear on their faces, Conan's being more faint of course.

"You guys are idiots. I guess I am too though. Now, let's get out of here I'm freezing," you said before getting into your car, the two androids nodding in agreement.

Conan beat Connor to the front seat so Connor was stuck in the back. But that didn't stop him from poking his head in between the two of you. You laughed at the silly action as you started the car and drove home.

The rest of the night would be filled with ice cream eating, by mostly you, talking about where your relationships were going to go, and of course some bickering from the brothers. Which you found very amusing now.

"You know, (Y/n), since Connor got to leave those I think it would be only fair if I got to leave some too."

"What?!"

Oh boy.

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A/N: ehhhh i feel like the end seems kinda rushed but oh wellll. Hope y'all enjoyed anyways!

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Hey! I loved your sweetheart security and really enjoyed your writing, Its really good, please dont think that it's bad. I'd love to read more about this dynamic its fucking cute and your Nines is lovely too aaaaaa 🥰🥰

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Deadly Daisies

(Connor x Reader)

A/N: this is gunna be the first oneshot featuring my oc Carol! Hope y'all like her and don't mind if I add her as a supporting character in future fics.

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It was an ordinary day at the prescinct, just you minding your own business filling out reports and such. Everything was calm, and okay. You could almost pretend nothing was wrong. As long as you kept calm and short breaths everything was fine and you would be able to focus on getting your work done. The last thing you needed was Fowler on your ass.

Your eyes were glued to the screen and you had your headphones on, blasting whatever music you were in the mood for. It helped block out the rest of the world and the problems it held. But sadly you would be ripped from your serene place when a tap at your should made you flinch. You whipped your head around and took off your headphones, eyes wide.

"I apologize (Y/n), I didn't mean to startle you."

You immediately relaxed in your chair when you recognized your favorite android, Connor. A nervous chuckle escaped you and you cleared your throat.

"It's okay, Connor. I was just in the zone and wasn't expecting it," you reassured him with a warm smile.

He returned the smile as best he could, which turned out to be very awkward and very adorable. It was hard to ignore the ever growing burning sensation in your lungs. Your (e/c) eyes returned to the screen, but you weren't retaining any of the information you were looking at. Not looking at him made it easier to hold back from letting a cough slip.

"So, whaddya need?" you asked him, your eyes flicking back to him for a split second.

"I brought you this," Connor set down a styrofoam cup of coffee onto your desk next to your hand.

You smiled as you saw the little cup be placed and you looked back up to him, "that's very sweet, thank you Connor."

It wasn't unusual for Connor to bring you coffee or little snacks without you even asking him. Yet each time it made your cheeks become a shade darker and the feeling of fluttering butterflies erupting in your stomach. But it wasn't long until those warm feelings were overshadowed by the overwhelming urge to cough. Your lings begging for you to be allowed to release the foreign object.

It soon became too much and you had to cough into your arm. Luckily, this time there was no residues left on your sweater. You doubted you'd be so lucky next time. In your peripherals you noticed Connor tilt his head curiously at you. You knew better than to hope he wouldn't think anything of it.

"(Y/n), is everything alright?" his LED shifted to amber and you tensed, hoping to whatever god there was he wasn't about to scan you.

You opened your mouth to assure him you were fine but before you could get a word out you were interrupted by a feminine voice.

"My apologies (Y/n), but may I borrow Connor for a moment? I'm in need of a second opinion on a case I'm working on," Carol, the RK700 spoke with a polite smile.

"Sure, I should get back to work anyways," you replied, returning a half smile to her.

Carol was new to the prescinct despite being an older model in the RK series to both Conan and Connor. A 'gift' from Elijah Kamski, as he put it. You didn't know much about her, but she was nice enough. She reminded you of Connor with her big, curious chocolatey brown doe eyes. Even her hair color was the same deep coffee brown. Although her hairstyle quite differed. She had straight bangs that were cut just above her brow, and the rest of her hair was cut just below her jaw. Not a hair out of place. In other words, she was just as perfect as the rest of her siblings.

There was nothing inherently wrong with her, aside from the fact her and Connor were practically inseparable. Yes, you were aware they worked best when combining their specializations. But it was like they were made for each other. Like no matter what you did you'd never amount to her. It made it harder to breath though about how Connor must have liked her better.

As if on cue, your body was wracked with a coughing fit. It felt like your lungs were being constricted. You covered your mouth and tried desperately to stop yourself from coughing any more. The sudden burst of coughs gained yourself attention you didn't want. Especially from Connor and Carol. Their eyes on you made you stand from your chair abruptly, nearly knocking it over in the process. Carol flinched at the sudden movement and Connor's eyes widened slightly.

"(Y/n) are you alright?-" Connor went to take a step towards you but you hastily rushed passed him and to the bathroom.

The two androids shared a puzzled glance to each other, their LED's flickering yellow as they tried to figure out what just happened.

Once you entered the bathroom you hunched over the sink. You heaved and coughed as you felt your body trying to regurgitate something from your lungs. With each couch and heave you felt the object craw up your windpipe. After a few final coughs you managed to hack out whatever it was suffocating you.

Looking down into the sink your glossy, tear-brimmed (e/c) eyes landed on a white daisy, speckled and stained with blood. You stared at the little flower in horror, trying to blink away the tears before they fell. Your breathing was heavy as your lungs attempted to steady it's intake of oxygen. With a shaky hand you reached out and plucked the daisy from the sink.

Daisies. A sign a innocence and purity. Traits that aligned with the cause of the disease that now plagued you. The android that caused it. The person. 

You were the victim of a very rare disease. Hanahaki disease. A disease in which flowers bloom and grow within a victims lungs. Specifically victims experiencing unrequited love. In other words, it occurred the moment you realized you were in love with Connor, and when you realized he would never feel the same.

However, this time was first time you had hacked up a full flower. You've only ever came across petals. The blood on the other hand, that was nothing new. It was actually the first symptom you were faced with. Or at least the first one that made you worried. The real first symptom that occurred was the shortness of breath whenever you though about Connor.

Sighing, you shoved the flower in your pocket before turning on the sink to wash away the remaining blood. After turning off the sink you looked up to meet your own eyes. You were paler than usual, and you had a little blood staining your lips.

You heard the door to the bathroom suddenly open and you quickly wiped your mouth, grateful the red liquid wouldn't be visible on your black sweater. The clicking of heels echoed through the bathroom but you kept your eyes glued down into the sink.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?"

Sighing, you glanced up at the mirror to meet Carol's curious eyes staring at you, her head tilted slightly to the side. It reminded you of Connor. And just like that it suddenly felt harder to breathe. Your eyes flicked back down to the sink.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Think I'm just coming down with a cold or something," you said softly, cursing at yourself for how hoarse your voice sounded.

Carol moved to stand beside you, tilting her head slightly to get a better look at you. Her brows knit together and her LED shifted from the stagnant blue to a blinking amber. From the corner of your eye you saw her reach into the sink before bringing it up to her mouth. Your body tensed and you hoped that she didn't just do what you thought she did.

"Then may I ask why there are traces of your blood in the sink?"

The question made your already tense body become even more rigid. You griped the edged of the sink until your knuckles turned white. A deafening silence filled the bathroom as you refused to answer the question. How could you even begin to answer that?

Before you could have the chance to explain yourself, you glanced up to see Carol's face in the mirror once more. Her LED was blinking amber rapidly and her expression was one of confusion. Suddenly, you see her eyes widen and her features soften. When she shifted her gaze to meet yours, you swore you saw a hint of sadness.

"Were you aware of the disease that resides in your lungs?" Her voice was low and soft.

It almost sounded genuine, like she actually cared. You knew she was deviant, but even so why would she care?

You only gave a short nod in response, lowering your head to avoid her gaze.

"How long?" she asked, the same softness to her voice.

"A few weeks maybe. I'm not too sure," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Carol's brows knit together at that piece of information. From what she knows, the disease will most likely become life threatening within another few weeks if left untreated. She also found out what the cause of it was. Silence once again fell between the two of you and you wondered what she was thinking about. It took longer this time before Carol was once again the one to break the silence.

"It's Connor, isn't it?" it was more of a confirmation of what she had put together rather than an actual question.

Another nod was your only answer.

"Why haven't you gotten the surgery yet? Are you unable to afford it financially?" she queried, tilting her head curiously.

"No, no.... That's not an option," you answered, you yourself not even knowing the real answer.

The surgery was the first thing you looked into once you found out what was wrong with you. But when you found out the cost, and not of the actual surgery, you couldn't go through with it. Despite how much pain you were in, you hated the idea of feeling nothing at all. For some reason that was beyond you, you still held some hope.

"Is there a particular reason why?"

You shook your head, "I just.... I just can't."

You could feel your throat tightening and your eyes stung as tears formed. The last thing you wanted was for Connor to know. Yes, like Carol, he was deviant but that didn't mean he would cure you. It was strange how you were so sure of that, and yet you still had hope. If only subconsciously.

A soft sigh could be heard from the android by your side and you suddenly felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"If you aren't willing to undergo the surgery, you'll die," she said it as though you didn't already know.

"Yeah, I'm aware," you turned your head to face her for the first time she came in as you spoke.

Her eyes widened and the corners of her lips tugged down into a small frown. You could see the confusion in her eyes, but you didn't expect her to understand.

"Then I suggest you tell him," she proposed.

Now it was your eyes that widened, "N-No! I can't do that either. And you can't tell him either!"

You turned your whole body to face her and grabbed her by the shoulders.  The sudden action made her flinch slightly.

"Please- Please, don't tell him!" you begged, tears brimming your eyes.

Carol's expression looked as if she were torn. Her LED flickered wildly as she tried to decide what was the best option.

"Why are you so opposed to the idea (Y/n)?" she asked, hoping to gather more information to help.

Your eyes dropped down to the floor and your grip on her shoulders loosened. The tears that had built up finally falling down your face.

"Because it won't make a difference," you choked out.

"And what brought you to that conclusion?" her head tilted as she tried to figure out your reasoning.

The question made you let go of her completely and turn your back to her. You wrapped your arms around yourself and squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears.

"You."

It was a simple answer. One which only made Carol more confused. What did she have anything to do with it? Had she done something wrong? She was just about to ask you to elaborate when suddenly it clicked. The realization made her blink a couple of times, not quite sure if she was even correct. Because she knew for a fact that if she was right in her hypothesis, she knew it meant you were dead wrong.

"Forgive me but," she paused for a moment and moved around you to face you before continuing, "Could it be that you think that Connor and I and romantically involved?"

She was met with nothing but silence in return, but that was answer enough for the android. Gently, she grabbed your arm and turned you back around to face her. She rested her ands on both your shoulders and tilted her head to catch your gaze.

"(Y/n), I can assure you that is not the case. Connor is my family, there is nothing romantic between us and there never will be," she offered you a reassuring smile.

Her words must have been enough to convince you because you hesitantly nodded.

"O-Okay..." your voice came out small, barely audible but Carol heard you perfectly.

Her smile widened and she let go of you, straightening her posture.

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I should be getting back to work," she said, giving a curt nod before heading back to the door.

She reached out and took the handle but didn't open the door yet, turning her head to look at you over your shoulder, "I'll let Connor know you're alright. He was the one who asked me to check on you after all. But I really do advise you tell him. If you don't, I will have to on your behalf."

With that, she opened the bathroom door and swiftly made her exit. You stared at the door with mixed feelings that were on opposite sides of whatever spectrum. The most prominent emotion you were experiencing was fear. Fear that you would have to come clean to Connor, fear that you wouldn't be able to ignore this problem because if you did Carol would tell him. You didn't blame her really, but that didn't mean you had to like what she was forcing you into.

Then, there was the confusing part. The part that made that hope you clung to so desperately feel validated. She said he was the one who sent her in here after you. Was he worried about you? Did he care about you? Could that mean he might have been able to love you?

You didn't take any more time to think about it before you figured you should get back to work as well. Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, making sure all evidence of your little incident was gone. You stuffed your hands in your pockets as you made your way to the door but stopped in your tracks when you felt the soft petals of a daisy. After a brief pause you exited the bathroom, your fingers fiddling with the flower.

As you made your way back to your desk you saw Carol speaking with Connor. Connor was the first to spot you and you offered him a tiny smile, but when you saw Carol's expectant expression it dropped. Your eyes dropped to the floor and you sighed heavily before changing your course to where the androids were standing. Might as well get it over with as soon as possible.

As you approached the two you nervously thumbed over the daisy that stayed hidden in your pocket.

"Hello (Y/n), how are you?" Connor greeted.

"I uh, I'm alright," there was a slight pause where you glanced over to Carol, she gave you a little nod and an encouraging smile and you continued, "I actually wanted to talk to you about something. If you aren't busy."

Your eyes flicked everywhere except for his face, your words were rushed and low. This behaviour made Connor's head tilt in curiosity and a bit of worry. He looked over his shoulder to Carol, who spoke up.

"Don't worry I'll handle the reports."

"I would appreciate that, thank you Carol," he said to as she left to go sit at her desk.

Connor's eyes then went back to you, "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Can we um- Can we go somewhere more private?" you asked, looking up at him shyly.

"Of course," Connor agreed without a second thought.

He gestured for you to follow him as he lead the way down the hall. He led you to a free interrogation room, peeling back his artificial skin to open the door. Like the gentleman he was, he gestured for you to enter first. You couldn't help but see the irony of being in the interrogation room, seeing as you were about to do some confessing. Once the door was closed Connor turned to give you his undivided attention.

"Is everything alright, (Y/n)?" he took a step towards you, his voice laced with worry.

"Yeah I-" you started automatically and you had to stop yourself mid sentence with a sigh.

"No, not really. That's.... That's what I wanted to talk to you about..." you trailed off, not exactly sure how to go about this.

You wished you had more time to think about what to say before you were put into this position. Then again, you weren't sure anything you thought of would have felt good enough.

"What's wrong?" Connor immediately asked, fully prepared to do everything in his power to fix whatever the problem was.

It was a mistake to glance up and meet his soft, worry stricken. Because without warning, you were being attacked by another violent fit of coughs. Connor's eyes widened in suprise and his LED shifted to amber. He rushed to your side and placed his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of helping.

When the coughing finally seemed to cease you felt Connor lightly take your chin in his other hand and tilt your head up to him. He noticed the blood on your lips immediately, and he didn't need to do any sampling to know that wasn't a good sign. The detective android wasted no more time scanning you, determined to figure out what was wrong.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and you felt your throat tightening again. Tears burned your eyes from the mixture of the emotional and physical pain. You needed a moment before you would tell him what was going on. But when you finally met his eyes again you saw a look of realization wash over his perfect features you got the idea he figured it out himself.

"You have Hanahaki disease."

His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and held an air of disbelief. You nodded, confirming that what he found out was true. He didn't need to ask to know it was him who was the cause. Hank told him about your not so subtle crush constantly but he just didn't believe it. Connor never thought you'd like an android, let alone him.

Suddenly, Connor pulled you into his chest. He snaked an arm around your waist and rested his hand at the small of your back, while his other hand cupped the back of your head. Hesitantly, you brought your hands up to grip his jacket.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). This is all my fault," he whispered guiltily, his chin resting on the top of your head.

You shook your head slightly, taking in a shaky breath, "Don't worry about it, I-I get it..."

"No, you dont," he cut you off, his lips tugging down into a frown.

You tilted your head slightly to look at him quizzically with an eyebrow raised. You were about to ask him what he meant when he moved his hand from your head and cupped your cheek. Heat started to rise up into your cheeks and you swallowed thickly, watching him with wide eyes.

"This should never have happened," he said quietly, seemingly to himself.

"C-Connor?" you breathed out his name.

Your heart was hammering in your chest and your stomach felt like it was doing flips. The strange thing was that your lungs didn't seem to burn or feel like they were being constricted. But you were too distracted with Connor leaning down to press his forehead to yours, your noses brushing against each other.

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I could have helped you sooner," his voice was apologetic and the regret in his eyes damn near broken your heart.

When your expression remained confused about what he was getting at, Connor let out an unnecessary sigh.

"I love you, (Y/n). I'm sorry it took me so long to realize, and I'm sorry you had to suffer because of it," he confessed.

At those three little words you waited oh so long to hear, your eyes widened even more. And when Connor leaned down to press his lips to yours your breath hitched. You immediately melted into the kiss, letting your eyes flutter closed. Your hands gripped his jacket tighter, scared that if you let go he'd disappear.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but that was all you needed. When Connor leaned back from you ever so slightly you took a deep breath. The first breath you took in months that didn't hurt, or give you the urge to cough at all. Tears of happiness and overall emotional exhaustion spilled from your eyes and you buried your face in his chest.

You could finally breathe. You were cured. No longer would you have to go on pretending you weren't being torn from the inside out. You could finally look at Connor without any fear. More importantly, your hope of Connor loving you back had been rewarded.

You would be glad if you never saw another daisy for the rest of your days.

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A/N: man i feel like the end sucks rip. Anyways I always loved the concept of hanahaki disease tbh.

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Sweethearted Security

(Nines x Reader)

A/N: here's sum good ol fluff for the hardass we all love. I was gunna say sorry if its ooc but then i remembered he doesn't have a canon personality lmao

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You were the adopted child of a very wealthy and highly powerful family. Normally any other family of your status would keep that little secret hidden at all costs. However your parents were quite public and open about the idea. It made the public think they were generous people. Again, unlike other families like your own, they actually were good people.

However kind they were, they still managed to acquire enemies of their own. Most of them being jealous of your families success. So naturally, you and your family were in constant danger with threats of assassinations. Your life moreso than your parents, considering you were the heir to the family wealth and also the perfect bargaining chip.

After the attempt on your life that nearly succeeded, your parents set out on a mission to find you the best body guard money could buy. And the best they got indeed. With enough promises of donating extreme amounts of money to the DPD, the captain finally gave in. Now, your family was the proud owner of your very own RK900 android.

He wasn't exactly the gift you thought you'd recieve on your 18th birthday. Quite honestly you were scared of him, despite the fact his sole purpose was to protect you. But that fear of him only lasted a couple of months before you got used to him. He wasn't given a name so you decided to call him Conan, and if you didn't know any better you'd think liked that choice.

Now you were well in your 20's and yet your parents insisted on keeping him around for your sake. Not that you were arguing to get rid of him per say. You were actually quite fond of his presence. When he was around you knew you were basically untouchable. You even swore that he seemed to form a sort of personality too, something he'd deny if you asked.

Even though he was programmed to do whatever you asked him to do, you still did most things for yourself. You didn't want to use him, no matter how many times he tells you that he's just a machine. That wasn't the case in your mind. He was more of a person than most the people you've met at all the social gatherings your family forced you to. So you made it a rule to yourself to never treat him like a maid, and if you do, pay him for it. Not that he'd ever accept the money. At least you could say you tried.

However there was one exception to that rule, and that was when you were sick. Which happened to be in the predicament you were in now. You woke up in the morning with the classic sore throat and stuffy nose that  felt dry and yet was runny at the same time. In other words, you felt like absolute garbage.

The moment you left your room you greeted by Conan, as always. He took one look at you, seemingly scanning you, before narrowing his icy blue eyes.

"You're sick," he deadpanned.

"Yeah, no shit," you shot back, sarcasm evident in your nasally voice.

"Then you should be going back to bed to rest," he said, taking a step infront of you to block you from going anywhere else.

"Yeah well I need the bathroom so," you trailed off as you easily stepped around him.

You didn't have to look at him to know his eyes rolled at you. One of his signature actions you've noticed.

After tending to yourself in the bathroom you left said room and tried to head downstairs. Emphasis on tried.

"And where do you think you're going?" you heard from behind you, already all too familiar with the voice of your bodyguard.

"Going to make some coffee," you replied although it sounded more like a question.

"No you're not. You're going back to your bed to rest. I'll get you whatever you need," Conan said, more like demanded.

"Conan, we talked about this. I don't want you running around doing shit for me when I'm perfectly capable," you said with a long sigh.

"I'm aware. However you aren't 'perfectly capable' at the moment. Therefore I suggest going back to bed, otherwise I'll take you there myself," as he spoke his lip quirked up into a slight smirk, knowing he'd won.

"Conan..." you whined.

"(Y/n)," he said in a warning tone.

"I'm serious, I'm fine. I'll just get some coffee quick and then I'll-"

"As you wish," he suddenly cut you off before leaning down and carrying you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Conan!" you squeaked, causing a small cough to escape you.

"I did warn you, you decided not to listen," you could practically hear the smug smirk he wore as he carried you into your room and plopped you down on your bed.

"You know I hate it when you do that," you huffed, your mouth forming a pout.

"And you're aware that I don't really care," he sassed.

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest childishly. When you met his eyes again you swear you saw a flicker of amusement in his usually hard steely hues.

"Now, if you're done being difficult. I'll go and make you a cup of herbal tea."

"But I want coffee," you whined, dragging out the 'e' sound for far too long.

"Herbal tea is healthier than coffee. It'll also help sooth your throat. Besides, you should really avoid ingesting excessive caffeine. Like you have been doing for the past several weeks," he spoke with the matter-of-fact tone he knew you hated.

Once again beating you in one of your many squabbles.

Sighing, you finally gave in,"Fine, whatever."

With that, Conan left the room to go fetch you your tea. He'd also make sure to bring back the bottle of cough syrup as well. He also had the thought of adding honey to your tea, for some added sweetness.

No one would ever be able to figure it out on their own, but Conan actually quite enjoyed taking care of you when you're ill. Or taking care of you in general. Being your protector. Of course, if you ever confronted him about it himself, he'd simply feign ignorance or straight out deny it. The good old 'just a machine' excuse. But that's all it was at this point, an excuse, because of you. Truth was over the years he had been at your side he had grown attached to you. He loved you, not that he actually realized it yet.

It took him much longer than his predecessor, Connor, to figure it out but he was capable of feeling. Of course, he still hasn't quite accepted the fact yet. Or show any signs of him being a deviant around anyone who isn't you. But hey, you just excited you saw even the slightest of signs really.

To everyone else he was still the same stone faced, emotionless, empty monster wearing humans skin. A machine ready to strike at a moments notice with no intentions of mercy upon anyone who dares face him. In many ways he still was that.

Conan liked to think he was able to keep that facade even infront of you, but you saw when that mask slipped. Hell, you knew he was capable of it even before he did. But to see it was something you'd never forget, and something you were excited to see more of. You of course never said anything about it though, wanting him to come to you when he's ready.

When he returned back to your room he was pleasantly surprised to see you laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. You actually listened to him. It wasn't a particularly rare thing for you to do and yet it made his biocomonants feel all fuzzy. It was a feeling he had grown to cherish only because it was caused by you.

Once you noticed the android enter your room you sat up and scooted back so your back was against the backboard. Conan held out the mug of tea and you gingerly took it. The mug was emanating a warmth that was just hot enough to not burn your hand. And you had to admit, the tea smelt pretty nice.

"There, I trust I won't have to force you to drink it?" he asked almost playfully.

"Yeah yeah I bet you'd love that wouldn't you," you smirked before blowing on the tea a couple of times.

You were just about to take a sip before Conan stops you as he pours a spoonful of the opposite of sugar, "Before you drink your tea you should take this."

Before you had the opportunity to take the spoon for yourself, Conan was already holding the spoon in front of your mouth. You felt your cheeks starting to flare up and you looked up at him with wide eyes. He only stared at you expectantly. Before he spoke up with some some snarky remark you quickly leaned closer to take the spoon in your mouth and swallow the syrup. When you leaned back you averted you eyes from him awkwardly.

"Now you can enjoy your tea," he chimed with satisfaction.

You quickly brought up the mug up to your face and gingerly took a sip. You'd hope that Conan would think the heat in your face was caused by the hot beverage and not because of him. Conan might have been new to the whole understanding human emotions thing, but he was by no means clueless. (Unlike his predecessor) He knew exactly what he was doing.

After taking your first taste you hummed at the pleasant sweetness. He must have added honey, your favorite. Your lips curled up into a small smile.

"Thanks Conan," you said sincerely, smiling up to him.

"Of course, (Y/n)," he replied with a slight bow of his head.

Your smile widened and paused just before taking another sip of your tea, "you're uh excused by the way."

With another nod Conan left your room. It wasn't long before he returned with an old paper book in hand, must have gotten it from your Dad's library. He then took a seat in a chair by your side on your right, opening to the page you assumed he left off. You never got why he liked to read books when he could probably download the whole thing in a matter of seconds. But you never spoiled his hobby. It was nice to watch as his striking blue-grey eyes glided across the paper. He almost looked at peace. Almost.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you immediately looked down into your mug. Your cheeks were darkening in embarrassment. It wasn't the first time he had caught you staring, and it probably wouldn't be the last either.

"I recommend you try and sleep after you've finished. The more rest you get the faster you will recover," Conan said, cutting the growing awkward silence.

"Yeah, yeah," you waved him off, no longer having the energy to argue with him.

Conan's attention went back on his book, the tiniest of blink and you'll miss it smiles gracing his features. Meanwhile you tried to keep your attention on your phone as you slowly finished your tea. Emphasis on tried. But you just couldn't stop your eyes from glancing up at your favorite android. It wasn't your fault Cyberlife made him so perfect.

Eventually, you finished your tea and oddly enough you felt very tired. You placed the mug on the end table beside your bed before a yawn escaped you.

"You should rest," Conan said, not looking away from his book.

"You drugged me didn't you," you squinted at him, your lips pursing.

Conan looked over at you with a blank expression, "No, but if that's what it will require for you to rest then I will."

You couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face and you rolled your eyes playfully. You knew he was only kidding and it wasn't an actual threat. Then again, maybe it wasn't. Either way, your soft chuckle at his maybe not joke made him feel nice.

"Sorry to spoil the fun but I think I'll pass," you said as you laid in bed and got yourself comfortable.

Conan only rolled his eyes at you before returning his attention back to his book.

Luckily the cough syrup was enough to allow you to easily fall asleep without any interruptions of coughing. You were out like a light for a good few hours. But as the medicine slowly wore off, your coughing became more frequent. You were also sniffling more often as well. It was when Conan heard soft whimpers fall past your lips when he set down his book and went to get you more cough syrup. He could have just waited until you officially woke up, but he didn't see the point in needlessly making you suffer longer than required.

Once he returned to your side, he gently shook your shoulder and softly called out your name. It didn't take more than a few moments before your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to meet his ice cold ones.

"Conan?" you mumbled sleepily.

"My apologies for waking you (Y/n), but I think it would be for the best if you took more cough medicine," he informed you slowly so your waking mind could understand.

You nodded in agreement and replied with a little, "okay."

You sat up slightly as he opened the bottle of the thick deep red liquid. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you tried not to think too much about the strong, very unpleasant, taste. At least it worked well. Just like before, Conan guided the spoon to your mouth but this time you didn't hesitate to take it.

"Good, now you can go back to sleep," Conan said, an almost tenderness to his voice you thought you imagined.

At his okay you plopped back down. Conan took this as his cue that he was excused but just as he turned to leave your side he stopped when he felt a tug on his jacket. Looking back, he raised a brow in question.

"Is there something you need, (Y/n)?" he inquired.

"Can you lay with me?" you asked, half asleep.

Conan didn't respond right away, he just stared down at you. At the lack of an answer a small frown tugged at your lips and you let him go, assuming his answer was no. So you layed back down, mumbling a short apology.

When you closed your eyes you heard a soft sigh, that you knew was unnecessary, before the mattress next to you dipped under new weight. Your eyes fluttered back open and you were delighted to see Conan laying next to you. He was watching you from the corner of his eye as you scooted closer to his form.

All you did was lay next to him for a short while, testing the waters. You honestly never thought he'd let you get this close to him. Let alone lay with you. It was nice. But you were becoming more sleepy and wanted maximum comfort. So, in a fleeting moment of bravery you shifted to rest your head and an arm on his chest.

Immediately you felt him tense underneath you, and you half expected him to push you off. But to your surprise, he placed a hand on your back and slowly traced up and down your spine. It was a comforting action that made you subconsciously snuggle up closer to him.

Conan never ceased his fingers that traced your spine, telling himself it was for you. Even when he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head, he told himself it was just to make you feel better. But when he ended up brining up his free hand to pet and play with your hair gently. It was hard to convince himself the action absolutely for his own enjoyment. After all, you had been asleep for at least five minutes at that point.

"Sleep well, my heart."

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A/N: short (at least by my standards) n sweet. Love to see it. But i feel like my writing is garbage. Like I feel like i keep using the same words and phrases n shit. If anyone could lemme know if im just overthinking it or not please leave a comment or dm me or something! Hope y'all enjoyed 💙

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[imma-fucking-nerd]

Promise Me

(Connor x Suicidal!Reader)

⚠️TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Drug/Alcohol Use, Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide Attempt⚠️

A/N: So as you can tell from the tw this one is going to be very dark and may be triggering for some readers. If you're going through a rough time and don't think you can handle reading depictions of these kinds of things PLEASE skip this one. I only feel comfortable writing about it because I've been living with depression and suicidal thoughts for a very long time, and writing comfort fics with my favourite fictional characters helps. Sorry for the long A/N I just want to make things clear and give a good warning.

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Your alarm clock blaring by you ears woke you up from your only escape from your reality, signalling it was 6am. Groaning, you lazily slapped the alarm off but made no attempt to get up. You knew you had work today but you just couldn't get yourself to stop staring up at the ceiling and into nothingness. What if you just didn't go in? Would anyone even notice? Would anyone even care?

No. No one cares. You're worthless.

And there it was. The voice in your head that sounded like your own yet betrayed you at every opportunity. Yet even so you couldn't help but believe it. After all, it was your thought wasn't it?

That's how it had always been.

Horrible words blending into your thoughts so seamlessly you managed to convince yourself they were normal. But no normal mind tried to tear itself down every time it was silent. That was the demon known as depression.

You've lived with this demon for as long as you've know. It was your normal. But recently it had been more and more frequent with it's hurtful words that spread through your mind like a deadly virus. The past couple of weeks had been especially difficult.

You tried everything you could to shift your mind to something else, anything else. You smoked pot, cigarettes, drank, you even slipped back into an especially dangerous copping mechanism. But none of those seemed to be enough. Every time they would come back. Your voice would spew venom at yourself in your own mind.

The only times you've managed to have any moment of peace was when you were asleep, or when you were with your only two friends. Hank, and Connor. You loved Hank, but it was Connors presence that really made you feel good. A feeling you longed to feel again every time he left. Was it just a silly crush? Or were you madly in love with him? Did it matter?

He would never love you back anyway.

Of all the thoughts that one might have hurt the most, because you knew it was actually true. He couldn't love you. He was, as he put it, 'a machine, designed to accomplish a task.' Therefore, it was a hopeless battle to think anything could come of it. Yet you still had hope. Maybe because you needed to have it to survive. Because if you didn't have that little hope, you might as well been dead.

It wasn't like you didn't have your reasons to hope, or maybe you really were that desperate. Connor was always so sweet to you, but then again e was sweet to everyone. Except Gavin. He would always get you a cup of hot chocolate in the mornings because you don't like coffee. Connor definitely didn't do that for anyone else. He does get Hank coffee in the mornings too. Then there was the fact you were one of the two people he talked to the most, aside from his detective work. Maybe he just pities you because he knows how fragile you are.

So, as you laid there staring up at the cieling, you decided to test that hope once and for all. See if there was anything to be hopeful about at all, or if he really was a machine who wouldn't love you the same way you loved him. You decided you weren't going to go to work that day, and you weren't going to call in either. If anyone were worried about you, if anyone even cared about you at all, they would check up on you, right?

Not if they don't even notice in the first place.

Hour after hour went by. No calls. At first you figured that it was still early and they probably just thought you were late. But you were never late, why would they think that? Aren't they worried? Not if they never cared to begin with.

At around 9am you couldn't take the overthinking anymore and just went back to sleep. You couldn't think if you weren't conscious. A little secret you learned in the game that is living. Sleeping was the best way to just escape. Especially if you were dreaming. That was the best part. Mostly because your dreams were the only place you could feel Connors arms around you, and his lips on yours.

When you woke up again it was 5 o'clock in the evening. However you didn't accomplish an impressive 8 hours of sleep uninterrupted. No, during that time you woke up just for a minute or two before going back to sleep at least a dozen times. That's usually how you slept most days. It almost felt weird when you sleep a long duration uninterrupted.

Glancing over at your phone, your heart dropped when you saw 0 notifications. Well, not including ones you got from youtube. You turned your phone off and tossed it onto a pile of clothes in the corner of your room.

Maybe they were just having a busy day and didn't notice you weren't there.

There was no way Connor wouldn't notice. He notices everything.

What you didn't know was that Connor was in fact not aware you weren't at the prescinct, but that was because he wasn't at the prescinct either. Connor and Hank had been called in to do a high stakes stakeout to bust a person who had been stealing and selling Cyberlife memorabilia illegally. They had to leave at around 4 am, way before you had to be at work. The entire time Connor was disappointed he'd have to break his streak of greeting one of his favourite people every day.

Truth was, Connor had grown quite attached to you. Despite the fact that he wasn't technically supposed to have any favorites. You were just so different from anyone else he had met. You were the first, and maybe only, human that actually referred to him as a friend. Or even treated him with a shred of decency in general. It made him feel....nice. You made him feel.

So, when the duo arrived at the office finally at around 4pm he noticed the lack of your presence immediately. He asked around the prescinct if anyone had seen you today and all of them, well the ones that actually talked to him, said they hadn't. He even went so far as to ask Fowler if you had called in only to be met with the same answer. Now he knew that was odd, that something was wrong.

He tried to call you when he was finished Hanks reports for him so the poor man could take a nap but you didn't answer your phone. Now he felt worried. A fact that only worried him more. However before he had the chance to go to your place to see if you were alright, he and Hank were needed to defuse a hostage situation at 6 pm. Of course, he immediately made his new mission his top priority, but every so often you would slip back into his mind.

It was currently 9 and you had managed to drag yourself from your bed to take care of your business in the bathroom a couple times since you had woken up. Everytime avoiding looking at your pathetic self in the mirror. But you would always go crawling back to the comfort of your bed. You didn't even leave your room yet. Not even to get anything to eat. It's not like you didn't want to, but whenever you thought about eating that damned voice in your head always ruined your appetite. So you just kept your eyes glued to your laptop as you laid buried under your blankets. YouTube was always a good distraction. That was until now.

Now that you glanced at the clock you were reminded of the fact that the work day had been over for you hours ago. The fact that no one seemed to care that you weren't there. You didn't even want to look at your phone. You already knew there weren't any missed calls or texts from anyone. No one cared enough.

If only you had actually looked, you would have seen how wrong you were. How wrong it was.

It was at 11pm when it was all just too much for you. Youtube wasn't doing its job in distracting you anymore and the thoughts just kept getting more and more persistent. The worst part was, you didn't even have the energy to fight them anymore. At this point, to you, they all just seemed to be facts. Like you were trying to get yourself to see the truth.

You weren't wanted.

You weren't needed.

You weren't missed.

You should just die.

You believed them.

Closing your laptop, you sat up in bed, letting your legs dangle off the side of the mattress. You looked down at your feet blankly. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry, you just felt numb as you prepared yourself for what you were about to do. Slowly, you got up and went to your bathroom. Once you were inside you made sure to avoid your own ruthless stare in the mirror.

You walked over to the bathtub and turned the nob of the faucet before sticking in the drain plug, not particularly caring about the temperature of the water. You weren't going to be using it for long anyways. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub you rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and looked over your arms as you waited for the tub to fill. They were littered with many scars of many different ages. The oldest being more than a decade old, and the newest being only a mere few hours. You grabbed the razor from the sink and turned it over in your fingers. These next couple ones would be more permanent.

knock

knock

knock

The sound at your door didn't seem to reach your ears and were only met by silence. This caused Connor's LED to flicker into a pale yellow. Why weren't you answering? Were you harmed? The android tried knocking again, even calling out your name, but was met with nothing once more. He was just about to go and bust down your window like he had once done to Hank when said older man stopped him.

"Don't you even think about it," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at the android.

"But Lieutenant, (Y/n) might be-" Connor argued but was cut off when Hank held up the finger that was once pointing at him to signify 'one moment'.

Hank then bent down, with a little bit of a groan, before lifting up the corner of your welcome mat and plucking up a spare key. Once Hank stood back up with a huff, he shooed Connor away from the door before unlocking and opening it. Connor wasted no time cutting Hank off from the entrance and stepping inside.

Immediately upon entering Connor noted the complete darkness, but that didn't really matter much to him. Through the darkness he knew you weren't in the livingroom or kitchen, a fact made clearer when Hank flicked on the lights. However Connor also noted that there seemed to be no traces of a break-in or a struggle at all. At least not the definition of a struggle he was familiar with.

"(Y/n)?" he called out.

Silence

Connor moved through your home to where he assumed your bedroom. This was the first time he had entered your humble abode and under different circumstances he would've taken more time to investigate the surroundings. Get to know you a bit better. But right now that could wait until he was sure you were okay. He didn't know why it even seemed to be a priority but he couldn't just ignore it any longer.

Your room was just as dark as the rest of the house and also completely lacked your form. The only thing illuminating the room was the light coming from the bathroom which had it's door wide open. Before Hank could stop and scold him about the importance of privacy, Connor made a beeline towards the bathroom.

The sight that he had walked into made his LED flash a dangerous red and eyes widen. You were laying in your bathtub. Fully clothed. Water tinted pink. Your dangerously pale face. However it wasn't those small details that caused the android to suddenly rush over to your side. It was the two long gashes on both of your wrists. Upon scanning you he found that you had lost a lot of blood, but you were still alive. Barely, but he could work with that.

"Connor what the fuck are you- Jesus christ," Hank cut himself off once he saw for himself what was going on.

"Call an ambulance Lieutenant. (Y/n), (Y/n) can you hear me?" Connor managed to keep his voice calm and steady, a feat that took more effort than he would have liked.

The sound of Connor's voice, and feeling you body shift as he gently lifted you out of the cold water made your eyes gently flutter open. Your dulling (e/c) met with his worry written coffee brown ones.

"Connor...?" you called out weakly.

Despite the fact your vision was blurred from a mix of blood loss and building tears, you could recognize his form immediately. What you weren't sure of however was that if it was just a trick of the mond or not. A sense of comfort in your dying seconds.

"Yes (Y/n), it's me. I'm here, you're going to be okay," he said in the most reassuring tone he could muster.

As he spoke he took off his jacket and gently tied it around your left arm while doing the same with a towel for your right. Guilt and regret ate at you from the inside as you silently watched him, his LED still very red and blinking every so often. Hell you could even see the worry on his perfect features. Before you knew it tears started brimming your eyes before large droplets rolled down your pale cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice cracking as your fragile body wracked with soft sobs.

Connor froze when he heard your little voice but it didn't take him another moment to hold you close to his chest.

"It's- It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay (Y/n), I promise," Connors words were soft and confident, you almost believed him.

You heard what you thought was Hank's voice speak but you couldn't quite register what he said. It was becoming harder and harder to keep your eyes open. As if your eyelids suddenly weighed a million pounds. You shifted further into Connor and you barely heard him speak but the whole world seemed to be fading. Soon enough you closed your eyes and couldn't seem to open them again.

At least, not for several hours. When you did eventually flutter your eyes open again you were mixed with confusion, and then relief. You knew by the pristine white of everything, along with the abundance of machines you were hooked up to that you were in a hospital. As the memories of the previous night came flooding back your eyes dropped down to your newly bandaged arms, and an IV transferring blood into your system. Like last night, a deep sense of guilt, regret, and shame squeezed at your heart.

When your eyes wandered to your left you flinched slightly when you saw Connor standing next to the bed. His eyes were closed and his LED was gently flickering amber, you assumed he was in sleep mode. However as you jolted slightly at his presence, the sudden movement was enough to alert him back awake. His eyes fluttered open and were now on you, seemingly softening a tad the moment he registered it was you. Your eyes only met for a second before you shifted your gaze down to your hands. The guilt and shame made your eyes sting as tears threatened to form in full.

"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?" Connor asked, breaking the silence.

There was a certain sincerity you've never heard from him when he spoke. It made you heart clench but you weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way.

"I'm okay," you said, your voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Good, I'm glad," he replied.

There was another long silence between you two. The only thing keeping the room from being dead silent being the steady beeping and whirring of various machines. This time it was you who spoke up first.

"I'm s-sorry," you croaked.

Your voice was somehow quieter than before and it cracked near the end as your throat tightened up. You were trying desperately to hold back the tears but to no avail. Large teardrops fell from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.

"I'm so so sorry," you continued, your body being wracked with heavy sobs.

Connor just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do for a brief moment. His LED went from blue, to golden, and flickered a dangerous red before settling back to golden. Suddenly, he reached out to grasp your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, and it captured your attention immediately.

Honestly, he didn't know why he did it. But the sight of your fragile and vulnerable form made his biocomonants feel like they were being crushed. Much like how he felt when he first saw you last night. Except it wasn't nearly as bad. Last bight he felt like someone ripped out his therium pump altogether.

That alone made him confused as to why he felt anything to begin with. It was a question he had been asking himself for a while. At least almost as long as he'd met you. He'd run a million diagnostics on himself and they'd always come back with everything working smoothly. Even after last night. It baffled him.

However at this moment, when you looked up at him with your big, glossy (e/c) eyes, he ceased to think about it. All that mattered right now was you. That was all the information he needed.

"You don't need to be sorry," he said softly.

You intertwined your fingers with his and practically held onto him for dear life. Connor noted how your stress levels seemed to go down at his touch, so he decided to take a seat next to you at the edge of the bed. Once you realized what he was doing you scoot over slightly to make more room.

"Everything is alright, just take deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" he asked soothingly, tilting his head ever so slightly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but taking deep breaths. Well, that wasn't the only thing you were focused on. You were also focused on Connors fingers that were laced with yours. It really did help. After what felt like hours, your breath seemed to finally stabilize, and so did Connor's LED, settling on a calm blue.

"May I ask you something (Y/n)?" Connor inquired, a question you heard him ask often.

You opened your eyes and looked up to him. You didn't respond right away, knowing exactly what it was he was going to ask, and you dreaded having to answer it. But eventually, after a few moments of him patiently watching you with those warm chocolate eyes, you slowly nodded.

"Why did you do it?"

His voice was softer than ever, and confusion was written all over your face as he tried to understand. You had to look away from him before you broke down again. A soft sight escaped you and he gave your hand a little reassuring squeeze. You knew you had to tell him, so you took a deep breath before speaking.

"I.... I felt worthless. Like nobody cared if I was gone," you spoke slowly, avoiding Connor's eyes at all cost.

"I stayed home today to see if anyone would care if I wasn't there. No one called. I thought that meant I was right. That I didn't mean anything to anyone. That I was a waste of space. That I should just.....just die," you continued, surprised at yourself at how you were able to keep it together.

Connor listened, his LED whirring golden as he processed the information. He then waited for a moment or two before responding. Wanting to be absolutely sure you were finished before he spoke.

"I assure you that I was aware you were missing as soon as I returned to the prescinct. I regret that I wasn't able to bring you your morning hot chocolate," Connor smiled slightly as he spoke, but it soon dropped along with his gaze before he continued.

"But what I regret more was that I wasn't fast enough to stop you. I'm sorry (Y/n)," the sorrow he held in his voice, and the flucking of his now amber LED made you squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Connor, if it weren't for you I'd be dead. You saved me. You have nothing to be sorry for," you offered him a weak smile once his eyes returned to you.

Connor returned the smile. It was awkward but it wasn't forced, and it was adorable. His LED returned to sky blue, his chocolatey brown hues glancing down at your intertwined fingers. He gently stroked your knuckles with his thumb, the small action making heat rise up into your cheeks. For the first time since you had been awake, there was a comfortable silence for a few moments before Connor spoke up.

"(Y/n), can you promise me something?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours as he spoke.

"What is it?" you replied, subconsciously tilting your own head.

A habit you picked up from the adorable android.

"Promise me you won't try to take your life again?"

"I promise. But can you promise me something?" you implored.

"As long as it's within my capabilities, I'll try," he said sincerely.

"Promise me you won't forget about me."

"I think I can manage that," he said with a little playful smile before adding,

"I promise."

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A/N: OOF sorry if the end was kinda ass. And also sorry its so mf long. ALSO sorry its kinda dark. Hope y'all enjoyed anywayss 💙

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

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Question for y'all

Soooo I made an oc for dbh-

Her name is Carol and she's an RK700. There are only a handful of her models left in existence. The RK700 were discontinued because Cyberlife (*ahem*AMANDA) deemed she was too prone to deviation. The reason for this was because her model excelled in imitating human emotions perfectly in order to act as a negotiator/ interrogator/undercover work. She also has almost unlimited knowledge when it comes ro criminology.

She's better at the more people side of detective work than Connor and Conan (duh) but that also means she isn't as good at clue finding and combat like Connor and Conan. Another reason why she was discontinued was because unlike Connor, when an RK700 model gets destroyed 100% of her memories gets uploaded. Which is why whenever Connor gets destroyed he losses bits and pieces every time.

The only reason she wasn't destroyed completely was because Kamski requested to keep her final 5 models. 'For safe keeping' he says.

She's almost a female vers of Connor, but is also uniquely her own person. After becoming deviant (which was difficult for her because she was terrified of Amanda and being deactivated again) But once she found the courage to break through she acted as the big sister to the later RK models. Outwardly Conan makes it seem like he doesn't like his sister (mich like how he acts to Connor) but he secretly loves his siblings and would 100% kill/die for them if need be. Connor however shows his love for his sister and the two act more like twins. They're practically inseparable, unless (y/n) wants Connors attention, or even Carols.

Which leads me to my question, would y'all be interested in some Carol x Reader fics? Or even just having her in the background of other Connor x Reader or Nines x Reader fics? Let me know! Cuz (as you could probably tell) I've thought a lot about her and would love to write for her if y'all would give em a read.

#please guys i love my bby girl 😭 #i might just add her into some fics either way #im sorry 😔 #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh oc #oc x reader #detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit: bh oc #connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800 #rk900 nines #nines x reader #dbh nines #rk800 #dbh rk900 #rk900

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Unrequited

(Machine!Connor x Reader)

A/N: tw for graphic depictions of death. Also as you could probably guessed this aint gunna be a fluff piece

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Blood

Blood everywhere

Blood in your vision. In your lungs. On your hands, your clothes. Tainting the pure white snow with a trail of red you left behind.

You didn't know where you were going but you couldn't stop. Not now. You were slow, limping, but you had to keep on going. You had to. Not even the searing pain in your hip could stop you.

He missed

He never misses

That had to mean something

It had to.

You knew there was still something in him worth saving. If you were really in the way of his goddamn mission, he would have just killed you. Right?

But you were still here. For the moment at least.

For the first time since you pushed through the pain and got up, you stopped walking.

More blood

But not your own

In front of you laid a sight that was sure to haunt you for the rest of your days. Or maybe it was more accurate to say for the rest of your hours.

Hank

His dull lifeless eyes stared back at you. The pool of blood surrounding his head stained the snow on the pavement.

Looking up you saw the broken railing.

It didn't take a genuis to put the pieces together.

Slowly, you forced your eyes away and drug yourself into the building.

It was too late for Hank, but it might not be too late for him.

At this point you didn't even know why you still had hope. How, you still had hope.

Did he even give you a single reason that he could possibly be redeemed?

No, not really.

Maybe it was more for yourself than for him.

Because you needed him

You loved him

The biggest mistake of your life. 

You fell to your knees before the elevator, all the energy you had slowly draining, pooling in a sea of red below you. But even so you pushed yourself back up, with a pained whimper.

The pain was getting worse

And not just in the physical sense

It was almost too much to bare

You fell back on your knees when your first attempt failed and you paused. You just needed a minute.

Closing tight, you took deep breaths and tried to conjure up energy you didn't have.

You were so focused you didn't even hear the elevator doors open.

Or see the figure that was a too familiar to you step out in front of you. Looking down at you with indifferent eyes, a slight tilt to his head.

"You're still alive."

When you heard the sound of the voice that gave you a reason to live oh so long ago, you slowly peeled your eyes open. An action that was more difficult than you cod have ever imagined. You looked up at him with glossy eyes that still held a glint of hope.

"C-Connor..."

Your voice was as small, broken, and pathetic as you looked.

Connor crouched down in front of you, tilting his head slighty as he scanned you.

Something you would have found adorable once upon a time.

Honestly he was a little intrigued at how you had survived this long with a bullet lodged in your hip. He was almost impressed.

"You really shouldn't have wasted the opportunity I gave you to survive. If you were smart you would have seeked out medical attention immediately. But now your survival rate is at 19% and dropping rapidly. And for what?"

His words were devoid of any emotion. Cold, uninterested, mechanical.

Your vision was becoming blurred and you didn't know if it was because of the tears or the amount of blood you had lost.

Slowly, you brought up a shaky hand and reached out to grasp his jacket as tightly as you could.

He glanced down at your hand gripping his jacket, effectively staining it with your blood. However he made no move to pry you off. You'd be dead in less than five minutes anyways.

"C-Connor....I l-love you..."

It felt near impossible to get those breathy words out of you, but what else could you do?

"How many times do I have to tell you that I am a machine. I could never return your affections. Ever. You've wasted your life for nothing."

He stated, reiterating the fact that you were denying over and over again. Telling yourself you could change him. Make him see he was so much more. But he was right. You were going to die for nothing.

You gave a humorless, breathy chuckle. Your lips curling up into a sad smile. Tearful (e/c) eyes staring into his soulless coffee brown ones.

"I know, b-but I can't stop."

Feeling too weak to stay sitting upright, you leaned forward into Connors chest. Your grip on his jacket slowly becoming looser and looser.

Surprisingly, he didn't make a move to shove you off. But you knew better than to think that could have meant anything.

He just watched you as you slowly faded away with a sense of morbid curiosity, lifting up his hand and gently taking your chin between his fingers to turn your face up to him.

He  looked into your ever dulling (e/c) eyes. Eyes that had once been so lively and bright, waiting for the moment when they would become completely lifeless. He took note of how those beautiful eyes had sunken into their sockets, and how your once radiant (s/c) skin had paled almost beyond all recognition. His thumb brushed over your lips which were now a sickly violet-blue as he patiently waited for your end.

It wasn't much longer now

And within the next thirty seconds he witnessed the light in your eyes get sniffed out. Like a candle that was blown out too soon.

After doing a scan of you to confirm you were indeed deceased, he let go of your face and stood up. Your body slumped over now that there was nothing keeping it up. Your dull, dead eyes looked up at him. But he just straightened his tie, stepped over your corpse, and walked to the exit.

He still had a mission to accomplish.

After all, he was just a machine. Designed to accomplish a task.

Not love.

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A/N: lil bit of a shorter one for ya. This one was inspired by another fic i read (which i unfortunately can't remember the name or which oneshot book from wattpad it was from :( ) Also sorry for the kinda shit title, I didn't really know what else to name it lmao

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh connor #machine connor #machine connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader #connor rk800 #detroit: bh #detroit #detroit become human

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Canine Conundrum (Part 2)

(Connor x Reader x Nines)

A/N: Ask and yee shall receive! heres part 2! (Electric boogaloo)

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Loud knocks at your door jolted you awake from your slumber. The sudden sound also alerting the two dogs who layed either side of you. It seemed like you must have fallen asleep in the same position on the couch you had been the night before. You glanced from the husky on your right to the shepard on you left in confusion before memories of the previous day came back to you. A grin made its way to your face.

"Morning boys," you said, stifling a yawn.

Another couple of heavy knocks sounded at the door and you pulled yourself from off the couch. As you trudged over to the door your two canine companions followed close behind, eyeing the door cautiously. The sight made you smirk slightly.

Upon opening the door you were faced with none other than Hank.

"Hey Hank, what brings you here? And so early?" you glanced over to your clock on the wall that read 4:36am as you spoke.

"Got a call about a lead that might have info on where their bodies are," he grumbled, motioning to the two who sat by your feet.

"Oh, okay. Let me just go get dressed real quick," you opened your door wider for the older man to step inside however he just gave you a funny look.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked, really hoping you weren't about to say what he thought you were going to say.

"I'm coming with you," you stated as if it were obvious.

"Like hell you are. You're not even a detective, you aren't trained to be out in the field," he argued.

"I can handle myself thank you very much. Plus I've got you and these guys to protect me," you retorted with a grin, pointing to the basically guard dogs.

"Besides, would you rather go ask Gavin for help instead?" you added, knowing full well that won the argument.

Just as you thought, Hank just sighed and stepped inside your humble abode.

"Fine. But you do exactly as I say and never leave my sight, got it?" he ordered.

"Got it. Thanks dad," you gave him a little wink and shot him with finger guns before hurrying to your room to change.

Although he wouldn't admit it, he kinda did think of you as a daughter/son figure. Hence why he was so reluctant to let you accompany him. He was already worrying about the possibility of Connor being (and even Conan) being stuck as dogs, he didn't want to have to worry about you too. But Hank rarely got his way. Poor man.

A soft whine drew Hank's attention down to Connor, who he guessed disapproved of hom giving into you so easily.

"How about you tell her/him to stay then?" he said with a little smirk, crossing his arms.

Connor gave a short bark to which Hank just rolled his eyes.

"That's what I thought."

After about roughly five minutes you came back out from your room dressed and ready to go. You just needed to throw on a jacket and boots.

"Alright. Let's get going shall we?" you grinned as you opened your door for the three.

Quickly, you locked your door after you all before heading over to Hanks car. Hank was already in the drivers seat and just as you opened the passenger side for yourself, Conan took the opportunity to steal your spot.

"Hey!" you whined with a small pout.

Even in this dog form you could almost see him smirking. You rolled your eyes at him but leaned in to buckle in his seatbelt, because safety is important. An action which earned a weird look from Hank. However you got your revenge by pecking canine Conan's furry cheek before quickly leaning away and closing the door. He just huffed in response.

"Welp, guess were backseat buds," you say looking down to Connor.

You opened the back door, he jumped in first and you followed suit. As Hank started the car you fastened Connor's seatbelt before doing your own. When you looked up to meet his expectant big chocolatey brown eyes you gave a chuckle, bringing up your hand to pat his head. This earned the best smile a dog was able to muster. Oh you were so going to tease him about this later.

"So, where are we going?" you asked, leaning forward to look at Hank.

"Activity was reported at an abandoned house on the more secluded side of town," Hank replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Cool cool cool," you nodded, leaning back into your seat.

The drive didn't take more than a half hour at most and when Hank pulled up to the old run down looking house you immediately got bad vibes. It screamed 'someone definitely got murdered here and their ghost still hangs around'. Before getting out of the car you unbuckled yours and Connor's seatbelts. Then you had to go undo Conan's as well because Hank couldn't be bothered. After the four of you were out you headed towards the building. Once you reached the entrance Hank stopped and turned to you.

"You stick with me and stay quiet, got it?" his tone was serious.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you waved him off .

Upon entering the house it was seemed as if it had been abandoned for years. The paint was chipping off the walls, the hardwood floors looked like they were rotting, and you could practically see the dust particles in the air. But you knew better than to take its rundown state for face value.

"Alright, you two search the ground floor and me and (Y/n) will search upstairs," Hank spoke up, keeping his voice down.

You watched the two dogs share a look before going their separate ways to search the house. You had to stifle a laugh when you saw them starting to sniff around. It wasn't like they had their cool detective scans anymore so you guessed they had to make due with what they had. It was still adorable though.

Just like Hank said, you followed him up the stairs cautiously. The gravity of the situation finally hitting you that this might have been dangerous. Who knows what kind of weirdo was squaring here. If they were able to fuck with the two most advanced androids around who knows what else they were capable of?

As you followed Hank down a corridor with a couple doors on each side you suddenly stopped when you saw a faint blue glow coming from one of the rooms. Hank didn't seem to notice you stoping and kept on ahead. You opened you mouth to call for him but shut it, deciding it best to just investigate yourself. Sure you weren't a detective per say, and sure you had no training in combat or self defense, but you knew where to land a mean kick and that was good enough for you. So you broke one of Hank's only rules to go investigate on your own.

Slowly walking into the room you felt your heartrate start to pick up. Okay maybe this wasn't the best idea, but you were here now and apparently there was no turning back for you. When you entered the room fully your eyes were immediately draw to a set of monitors on the right wall. You also noticed a slew of wires, and when you followed them with your eyes you lifted your gaze to see none other than the bodies of your best friends/kinda crushes. You grinned at the discovery and felt pride well up inside you. This would show Hank you could totally be a detective if you wanted to.

You opened your mouth to call out to Hank and co when suddenly a hand harshly clamped over your mouth and a cool metal object was pressed into your temple.

"Don't you make a fucking sound," a low voice hissed in your ear.

Well, shit.

Your heart was beating so fast you weren't sure if it was just going to stop right then and there. Slowly you brought your hands up in surrender, not really sure what the hell else you could do. So much for being able to take care of yourself. You could feel tears stinging your eyes as a million thoughts flooded your mind. This was it. This was how you were going to die.

However your existential thoughts were cut short by the sound of Hanks voice coming from the entrance of the room.

"Detroit police, put the gun down asahole," he spoke firmly, his own gun trained on the assailant who had turned you around to face Hank and was now using you as a meat shield.

The man who was holding you hostage pressed the barrel of the gun further into your temple and you couldn't help but let out a whimper.

Hearing the commotion upstairs, Connor and Conan met up with each other in the livingroom. They exchanged a look before racing up the stairs, making their way to Hank's side in less than a minute. As soon as their eyes landed on the sight of the man that put them in the body of a dog, holding a gun to your head, they immediately started growling.

Now that there were three threats, the assailant didn't know who to pint the gun at. He kept shifting it from Hank, to Connor, to Conan, and back onto you.

"S-Stay back!" the man demanded.

You could tell he was scared by the way his voice shook, and the sound of the gun rattling as his hand trembled. However you made no move to get out of his grip because you knew that would lead to you getting shot.

"Put the gun down and let the girl/boy go and maybe you'll live," Hank said, not backing down.

The two dog detectives on either side of him snarled and growled, their stances ready to attack at any moment. It was weird how they managed to go from adorable to terrifying in no time flat. But then again the same could be said in their regular human bodies.

The gun that moved away from your head and pointed in the same pattern as before frantically. However before he had the chance to point it back to you, Conan suddenly took the opportunity to lunge at the attacker. The gun went off and Connor didn't give him the chance to fire again, sinking his teeth into the man's arm making him drop the gun, and you. When you looked over to Conan you immediately saw the blue blood dripping from his shoulder.

You ignored the pained screams of the man, Connor's angry growls as he kept him down, and Hank reading out the bastards rights as he cuffed him. Your attention was solely on your injured android friend who was trapped in the body of an equally android dog. The combination made your heart break twice as much.

"Conan! Hold on okay, I'm going to get you out of there okay?" you spoke, your voice showing obvious panic.

While you had you were on your mission of getting Conan back to his body before it was too late, Hank had taken the assailant who had passed out downstairs to his car. But Connor didn't leave the room. He hated how helpless he felt as all he could really do was watch you struggle.

As carefully as you could you picked up Conan and carried him over to lay him down in front of his regular body. As you laid him down he let out a pained whine and you had to stop yourself from sobbing right then and there. Moving over to the monitor you realized you had no clue what you were looking at. Time was running as you searched through files upon files and you felt like you were about to have a breakdown. If you failed to save Conan after he just tried to save you, you'd never forgive yourself.

When your eyes spotted a file called 'Memory Upload' you clicked it immediately, and when you did a message popped up that read 'Please Connect Device'. You assumed that meant an android, or at least you hoped that's what it meant. So naturally you dropped to your knees to find what wire to plug into the android dog. But once you saw the mess of wires your hope started to dwindle.

"You've got to be shitting me," you muttered to yourself as you started sifting though the wires.

Suddenly you noticed Connor come up to your side and nudged a yellow wire in your direction. You grabbed it immediately, assuming it was the right one, and crawled over to Conan who seemed to be just barely holding on. You gave him a quick reassuring pet through his fur, whilst also trying to simultaneously trying to find a way to plug in the damned wire. It felt like forever before you finally plugged the damned thing in, when reality it was only a couple seconds, and you practically flew up to monitor.

You barely read the words 'CN300 Canine Model Connected' before smashing the 'Transfer Memory' button. Once you saw the 1% you moved back to Conan's side to whisper reassuring words, trusting the upload process wod work quickly.

"Please, please don't die on me," you pleaded, resting your forehead on his side.

When you looked up to his doggy eyes next, they were lifeless. Your eyes widened and you felt like your whole world was coming down on you.

"Conan? No....nonononono," your voice cracked as you spoke and the tears that had threaten to spill the entire time finally spilled.

However what failed to notice in your grief struck state was the big 'Memory Transfer Complete' on one of the monitors. It was only when you heard someone clear their throat you looked to see Conan, staring down at you with his steel grey eyes, that were very much alive.

"Conan?" you said in disbelief, your glossy eyes widening.

"Hello (Y/n)," he replied simply, as if nothing had happened.

You immediately hopped up to your feet, your arms flying up to wrap around his torso in a tight hug. If he was anyone else he would have probably been tackled to the ground by the sheer force. He didn't reciprocate the hug immediately, but eventually he gave in and gave your head a little pat.

"I thought you died you asshole," your words came out muffled as your face was currently buried in his chest, but he heard you clear as day.

"Yes well, it was the only way to ensure you'd never make me go into that body ever again," he said as a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Wait are you serious!? You risked your life just to destroy the dog android?" you pulled away from him and looked up at him in utter disbelief.

"Correct," he said, his smirk widening at your reaction.

"Oh haha very funny," you huffed, punching him in the chest weakly.

"I don't understand why you think I'm joking," he tilted his head slightly, lifting an eyebrow as he feigned confusion.

"Yeah, suuuuuure. It totally wasn't to save my life or anything," you said rolling your eyes, not buying his bs for one second.

"Believe whatever you would like (Y/n)," he shot back.

You were about to reply back when a whine from your right cut you off. Looking down you saw Connor sitting next to you, who must have been waiting patiently for you and Conan to finish your little reunion.

"Oh shit, sorry Connor. Let's get you back to your body now that your asshole brother is fine," you gave him a little apology pet as you spoke.

Conan rolled his eyes at your little insult but didn't take any offense by it. He knew you loved him, and he loved you. Though he'd obviously would rather die than admit it. The stubborn bastard.

Thankfully when you had to redo the steps to transfer Connor's memory back to his body, you could do it calmly not that there wasn't so much pressure. Just as the transfer was almost 100% complete Hank returned to the scene. When he saw that Conan had been restored to his body, and now Connor as well, he looked over to you with a proud smile.

"Glad to see you didn't manage to fuck anything up," he said just as Connor opened his eyes.

"Gee thanks for the vote of confidence," you said sarcastically.

"You did good kid," he said sincerely.

"Thanks dad," you looked over to him with a smile.

"Hello Lieutenant, and (Y/n)," Connor greeted you both.

You looked over to him and offered him a wide grin before walking up to him, engulfing him in a hug. Unlike your hug with Conan, you wrapped your arms around Connor's neck since you could actually reach. Also unlike Conan, he almost immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. This boy always loved your hugs.

"Good to have you back Concon," you said as you pulled away.

"But I didn't go anywhere. I was just a dog," he said in confusion with one of his classic head tilts.

"Yeah I know Con," you chuckled.

God how you missed his adorable cluelessness.

"By the way, you were a very good boy," you added with a sly smirk.

"O-Oh um, thank you," he said with a timid smile, a light tint of blue dusting his cheeks.

You heard Conan scoff from your left and you glanced over to him, your smirk widening.

"Oh Conan, you were a very good boy too. No need to get jealous," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to leave the room, however you noticed how his cheeks were turning a lovely shade of baby blue as well.

"Alright you weirdos let's get the fuck outta here," Hank said as he followed Conan out.

You were about to follow the two but stopped when you didn't hear Connor behind you. Looking back at him you saw he was picking up his dog equivalent. When he met your eyes he smiled sheepishly.

"I was wondering if I could keep this, for the future. If you'd ever like a dog. Me specifically," he tried to explain himself.

"Yes. That would be amazing Connor," you grinned.

At least one of them would be willing to explore the world through the eyes of a dog once again. However either way you were never going to let either of the two androids live this down. Ever.

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A/N: As alwayssss I did not mean for this to be this long wooooopss. I kinda have no clue where tf this went and I'm so sorry if its terrible lmaooo. Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed anyways 💙

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh rk900 #dbh connor #dbh nines #dbh rk800 #detroit #detroid become human #rk900 nines #connor x reader x nines #nines x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #connor x reader

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Malfunction

(Nines x Reader)

A/N: givin my mountain baby a little love cuz i still feel bad about how i had to do it to him in two birds 😔

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"Goodmorning, (Y/n)," you were immediately greeted by Connor, your best friend, as you entered the precinct.

"Goodmorning Connor," you responded with a smile just like you did every day.

Looking over his shoulder you surprisingly saw Hank at his desk. You noticed that ever since Connor became a deviant he had managed to slowly get his father figure to come to work on time.

"Morning Hank," you called out to the older man to which he responded with a lazy wave.

After saying your greetings to your friends and having a little smalltalk you headed to your desk. As you put your things down you lifted your gaze, locking your (e/c) eyes with hard steel grey ones. A stare that never failed to make a shiver run down your spine. Even so, you lifted up your hand and offered the stoic android a small wave.

"Morning Nines," you said with a kind smile.

He didn't reply. He never did. But you never stopped greeting him anyways because despite the fact he may not have deviated yet, doesn't mean he's any less a person. However that didn't exactly mean you weren't a little scared of the guy. With the way he stared at you, you could only imagine he was thinking about ripping your head off. Or maybe he wasn't. To say he was hard to read was an understatement.

When you brought your attention back to starting your work, the androids eyes never left your form. What you didn't know was that he didn't hate you like you thought he did. Quite the opposite actually. He found you intriguing. It always puzzled him why you would waste time trying to talk to him. He was just a machine. There was no point.

However the more time went on the less true that seemed to become because whenever you shared a kind smile with him something in him shifted. Changed. As if there was some sort of virus in his programming causing these strange feelings. If he had a dollar for every scan he ran on himself to find out what the hell it was he'd be a billionaire. But alas they all came up with nothing.

That wasn't the only time he'd experience one of these malfunctions, so to speak. They'd also happen whenever he saw you talking with the RK800, Connor, his predecessor. But this feeling was far less desirable than the other. It made Nines insides feel like they were clenching, like he was suffocating from a lack of.... He didn't even know.

You always seemed so comfortable with him and were never not smiling. You'd even hug him after almost every interaction. But he didn't like it. Not one bit. Why were you giving the lesser model so much if your attention? He was the superior one after all. But then he'd ask himself why did it even matter? It wasn't like he cared. He couldn't care. He was a machine. That's all.

At least that's what he'd tell himself. Over and over and over again. Even when he would see the little Software Instability ^ in his peripherals. It must have just been a mistake. An error. A malfunction. Something. He couldn't actually be becoming the very thing that was impossible for him to do.

But when you glanced up and locked eyes with him for just a second, that feeling would return once again. Then he'd end up playing the memory of that moment over and over just to feel it again. Until he'd get snapped out of it by Gavin, or even himself.

It was maddening. You were maddening. You were consuming his every waking moment and you didn't even know it. That was probably the worst part. You had absolutely no clue the hold you had over him. In fact, you were afraid of him, and he knew it. What he didn't know, or understand, was that it hurt him. He'd never hurt you. He ran so many simulations in his head of situations where he'd be ordered to hurt you but he just couldn't. Something that was harder for him to convince himself was at all logical.

Software Instability ^

As the hours went by Nines found himself replaying his favourite memory of you. It was one of the few times you had tried striking up a conversation with the RK900 in the earlier months of his time at the DPD.

"So, I know everyone calls you Nines, but you do have an actual name like Connor or...?" you questioned seemingingly out of the blue, tilting your head up to the tall android.

"I was not registered with an official name, no," he replied simply with his usual monotone voice, glancing down at you.

"Well....would you want one?" you offered with a small smile.

He watched you silently for a moment before responding rather coldly, "I'm a machine. I don't want anything. Nines is a sufficient enough way to address me."

You frowned slightly at his answer and it was the first time he felt the ghost of what would become a powerful feeling.

"Alright well.... If you ever change your mind let me know," you said, your lips curving upwards once more.

Everytime he'd think back on that memory the tiniest of smiles would tug at his lips. It was the first time a human offered him any kindness, or anything at all really, let alone a name. Something that was uniquely his. He told himself he didn't need one but he sometimes wished you'd name him yourself. A thought that would be quickly shoved away, and the tiny smile gone even quicker.

Software Instability ^

By the time he was pulled back to the present it seemed like it was already the end of the day. While he was lost in his own thoughts he was still thankfully able to do his work. Maybe not as flawlessly as normal but it was finished nonetheless. The last thing he wanted was his partner, Gavin Reed, on his case for slacking.

The only people left in the office at this point were himself, Connor, Hank, and you. That was, until Hank and Connor made their way out. But not without stopping at your desk of course. He watched as you said your goodbyes, giving Connor another goddamn hug, with that brilliant smile on your face.

Software Instability ^

Once you were done wishing Connor and Hank a goodnight, you turned back to your desk to finish up a few last minute things. It was rare for you to be the last one in the office but you didn't want to leave without making sure you absolutely did all you needed to do. You didn't need Fowler on your ass.

When you were finally finished you let out a sigh of relief and started gathering your things. As you were pulling on your jacket you couldn't help but jump and let out a little gasp when you noticed Nines in the corner, staring.

"Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack," you chucked nervously as you placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart.

Now you kind of felt bad for forgetting that he was there. It was just that he was so quiet. Like a statue or something. It was just then when a sudden realization made your guilt even worse.

"So do you just, stay here at night? In the dark? Alone?" you asked him as you gathered the rest of your things.

He gave a little nod in response, confirming your suspicions and you sighed softly.

"Well I can't just let you be alone like that so you can come home with me. If you want. You don't have to," you said, stumbling over your words as you continued.

When he didn't answer you frowned slight and gave another soft sigh. Well at least you tried.

"Well, have a good night then," you said before making your way over to the door.

Once you exited the building you stopped when you didn't hear the door close behind you immediately. When you turned around you were surprised to see that Nines was following you.

Software Instability ^

You smiled up at him and continued your way over to your car. You didn't say anything about it, you were just happy that he actually decided to take you up on your offer. That was progress in your book.

As you expected, the car ride home was a quiet one. None of you spoke and you both kept your eyes forward, save for the few glances you spared his way. You couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He looked so much like your best friend Connor, but he couldn't have been more different. You just wished he'd throw you a bone once in a while, let you talk to him without making you feel like you were an unwanted presence. But then again he did decide to come home with you. Again, a little progress was progress nonetheless.

Upon entering your home you let out an exhausted sigh, happy to finally unwind after a long day of work. As you took off your jacket and boots you noticed that Nines just stood infront of the door.

"You can make yourself at home," you said knowing full well that he'd probably wouldn't move from that spot the entire night.

You still wanted to make him feel welcome anyways. Him not being a deviant didn't change the fact he was still a person in your eyes. Even if he gives you many reasons to rethink that.

After that you went on with your night as normal. When you made yourself dinner you had to stop yourself from offering some to Nines. That would've been been very embarassing. But at least you didn't have to worry about him barging in on you while you were in the shower. It took a bit of time to get used to his staring when you watched tv until you got tired, and just as you suspected, he never moved an inch.

At around eleven o'clock you decided you should probably hit the hay. Turning off the tv, you got up and stretched a bit with a yawn before looking over to Nines.

"Welp, I'm off to bed now. Let me know if you need anything," you smiled sleepily at him before turning to head to your room.

Software Instability ^

However you stopped in your tracks when you suddenly heard his smooth voice speak up, causing you to turn back to him in mild surprise.

"I do have one request before you go," he said, his LED now illuminating a pale yellow.

"Yeah? What's up?" you asked maybe a little too eagerly.

But you couldn't help yourself. It wasn't every day Nines asked you for anything. Or talked to you at all really.

You watched him intently, patiently waiting for him to ask whatever it was he wanted to ask. When he didn't speak for a good long minute you were about to open your mouth to ask if he was okay when he moved to stand infront of you before speaking up.

"If your offer of helping me chose a name I would.... appreciate the assistance," he said, shifting his gaze away from you for a moment as he spoke.

"U-Uh yeah sure, of course!" you stuttered.

In all honesty you were surprised that he remembered that offer. Well, maybe you weren't surprised he remembered and more surprised he actually did change his mind.

When he didn't say anything else you spoke up for him, "Did you have anything in mind?"

"No. I would prefer it if you would select a suitable name for me," he said, finally asking of you what he wanted.

Well one thing he wanted from you, besides you yourself. But he wasn't even aware that was what he truly wanted. Not yet at least.

Again, you found yourself blinking at him in slight shock and for some reason you felt your cheeks flaring up.

"I uh, yeah I can do that. How about...." you trailed off, staring up at him intently as you thought about a decent name for him.

It was silent as you both stared at each other. Both your minds racing with very different thoughts. Nines LED blinking as he waited to register a new name. His first real name. Given by you.

Software Instability ^

After what felt like forever, your mind finally settled on a name you thought fit perfectly.

"How about Conan?" you asked with a hopeful smile.

The android looked off into the distance for a moment before nodding.

"Yes I think that will suffice. Thank you," he said as he looked back down to you.

"Great!" your smile turned into a grin and you felt pride bubble up inside you.

You did wonder why his LED was still yellow, however. How long did it take to process that information? You decided not to think too much about it.

"Anyways I should really be going to bed now. Goodnight, Conan," you offered him one last smile before turning to the hall towards your room.

However halfway down the hall you were suddenly turned and pinned to the wall, a hand on each side of your head effectively caging you in. You looked up at Conan with confusion and fear in your eyes. His eyebrows were knit together and his LED was burning an bright red.

"C-Conan?" you timidly spoke, not being able to hide the fear in your voice.

Was he about to kill you? What did you do wrong? Did he really not like the ne name?- Suddenly, you were pulled from your thoughts.

"What are you doing to me," his voice was low, almost a whisper and held something you've never heard from him.

Emotion.

But what emotion it was exactly, you couldn't tell.

"W-What? I-I didn't do anything!" you squeaked out, confusion evident in your voice.

He blinked a couple of times and his harsh features softened. You could of sworn you saw hurt flash in his eyes for just a moment.

Software Instability ^

"You don't even know, do you?" his voice was somehow softer than before.

"W-What?-" but before you could ask him what he meant he interrupted you.

"Whenever I'm around you my therium pump seems to work faster than it should, and all my biocomponants clench. It feels like I'm being suffocated. But whenever you're gone it's somehow worse. Like I'm missing a vital system. I've run a million tests but everything comes out fine. So why? Why is this happening?" He hung his head as he spoke, confusion and, what worried you more, fear could be heard in his voice.

Software Instability ^

Suddenly any fear you felt from him vanished and you were starting to realize what was happening. It made heat slowly start to rise in your cheeks and didn't at all help your ever high heartrate.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked again almost desperately, finally meeting your eyes once more.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You didn't have a clue what to say. There was no doubt he was deviating, and there was no doubt it was because of you. After what felt like an eternity of silence you finally cleared your throat before speaking.

"I'm not doing anything, but I think I know what's happening to you," your words were soft and slow as you spoke, as if trying to calm an angry animal.

You took a brief pause for a moment until Conan's expectant stare made you to continue.

"I think.... No, I know, what you're feeling is.... It's called love," your voice remained calm, soft, and confident even.

Software Instability ^

"That's not possible," he said harshly, his eyebrows furrowing.

Fear started to slowly creep back up into you hut you pushed it down. It was obvious that this was difficult for him and he needed you. You weren't going to let him down.

"Yes. It is. Conan, you're feeling. You're becoming human," a small reassuring smile spread across your lips.

You avoided using the word 'deviant', knowing that he would see what was happening as a bad thing if it was labeled as such. But it wasn't a bad thing at all and you were trying your damndest not to fuck it up. So before he could come to the conclusion of it being a negative on his own you continued.

"And that's not a bad thing. It's a very very good thing. A wonderful thing," as you spoke you slowly raised a hand to gently rest on his chest.

However before your hand could touch him, his hand caught your wrist. His grip was tight, but not to the point that it hurt. It was a warning. So you ceased your movements immediately.

Software Instability ^

You watched as he shut his eyes tightly, his face scrunching up causing you to stay silent and still. Oh how you wished you knew what was going on in his head. The only indication you had was his raging red LED.

What you couldn't see was the multiple notices of software instability going off again and again. And as he shut his eyes he was met with a large red wall of his mission. He knew what this meant. He knew what would happen if he broke through. He couldn't do this. He can't be a deviant. But then your words replayed in his head. "And that's not a bad thing. It's a very very good thing. A wonderful thing." That gave him enough strength to finally bash that wall down.

After what must have been a solid five minutes, although it felt more like hours, he slowly guided your hand up to cup his cheek. This made your eyes go wide but you didn't dare pull away, not that you even wanted to anyways. You assumed that the action was his wordless way of telling you he did it. He fully deviated.

When he finally opened his eyes he was met with a warm, reassuring smile and the feeling of your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. His LED seemed to finally calm down to a yellow hue, making your smile grow just a bit wider in relief. Without another word you suddenly went on your tippytoes and wrapped your other arm around his neck, pulling him down slightly into a hug. Your other hand, which he slowly let go of, moved to the back of his head.

He didn't know exactly what you were doing at first and just stood there awkwardly. But as soon as he realized you were hugging him he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. After a few more minutes of him getting used to your embrace you felt him relax into you and even nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his LED finally settling back to a calm baby blue.

You two just stood there in each others arms for god knows how long. But you didn't mind one bit. If you didn't know better you would have even thought he fell asleep. As if on cue, a yawn escaped from your body and you wondered just how late it had gotten. As soon as Conan heard you yawn he pulled back from you, but his arms stayed firmly around your waist.

"It's 12:32 am, you should go get some rest," he said softly, looking into your eyes with an amount of love you've never seen before.

"Uh y-yeah okay," you stuttered out, the heat in your face rising higher than ever before that night.

However before you even had the chance to take a step towards you room Conan took it upon himself to lift you up bridal style and carry you to your room. A small squeak left your lips at the sudden action and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. Looking up at him you noticed his lips curling up into a small smirk and your face burned even hotter.

"I-I could've walked you know," you said, your smile betraying your tone.

"I know," was all he said as he stopped to gently place you down onto your bed.

He watched as you got under your covers and got comfortable until your beautiful (e/c) eyes lifted up to meet his. God how was it even possible you looked even more gorgeous than before. Or maybe it was that he could now appreciate your beauty in full.

"Stay?" your small voice pulled him from him thoughts and he noticed you patting the empty space beside you.

"Of course," he responded, his smirk from before growing as he moved to lay down next you.

As soon as he was laying down you covered him with the blanket as well and curled up next to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his free hand started to gently pet tour hair.

"Goodnight Conan," you said sleepily as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Goodnight (Y/n)," he whispered back before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to your temple.

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A/N: HOLY. SHIT. I got CARRIED carried away lmaooo. Over 3500 words jfc. Each fic i write gets longer and longer. Anyways hope y'all liked it as much as I did writing it!

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #detroit #detroid become human #rk900 #rk900 nines #rk900 x reader #nines x reader

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Omg hiiiiii I haven't seen you online in ageeesss how have you beeen I miss you bbbbbbb

Hellooooo im doin aighttt got no wifi thooo

Have to eithier use my dads data or sit outside a mcdonalds lmaoooo

How is youuuuu

#henlo frend #:) #anon

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Coming Home

(Connor x Anderson!Reader)

A/N: just got this idea literally now and i dont really have all the details down so sorry if it sucks :p

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It had been..... You don't even remember how long it's been since you've been in Detroit. But once you hear about everything that was going down with the androids you packed everything you needed, got into your car, and drove. Why were you so determined to go back? To go home? Well there was one reason.

Hank Anderson.

Your father.

When you left you changed your number and never brought his so you had no way of contacting him. No way of knowing if he was even still there or not with the whole evacuation. But you had a feeling his stubborn ass was still there, and if not you'd ask his captain where he went off to.

You nervously tapped your fingers against the steering wheel as you grew closer and closer to your childhood home. It'd felt like a whole other lifetime since you've seen it. You wondered if Sumo was still alive and kicking. You hoped so. You also hoped the same could be said about your father. Hoped he wasn't stupid enough to fight the androids who wanted freedom. You knew how much he hated the things.

Suddenly memories of the night you left started coming back to you. How he came home drunk once again, seemingly ignoring your existence. How you felt like you had enough. All the awful, hurtful things you screamed in a fit of anger and pain.

I wish it was you instead

That was the sentence you remember vividly saying the most. The sentence you regretted the most. You knew he was hurting, you were hurting too. But in the heat of the moment you needed to make him hurt more. Why? Now that you thought back on it no reason justified it. But you were just a kid who lost their brother and needed their father. A father who was so grief struck that he ended up neglecting his other child. At least thats how you saw it.

You didn't know why you didn't come home sooner. Maybe you thought if you built another life for yourself you could forget where you came from. But that wasn't how it worked. And you just hoped that it wasn't too late to make up for a young persons mistakes.

You were so lost in your thoughts you almost didn't realize you were right infront of your childhood home. It hurt to look at. However the dim lights that could be seen through the window gave you some hope that the pieces of a broken past could be mended.

Parking your car on the street you sat there for a moment. Then two. Then three. For some reason you just sat there, staring at the house. As if as soon as you got out it would disappear. Or maybe it was because your gut was twisting in anxiety of what was to come.

Sucking in a deep breath, you opened the car door and hopped out, stuffing your hands in your pockets after closing the door. You took slow steps towards the entrance, anxiety building up and twisting into knots in your stomach with each step. It wasn't too late to just turn around and leave. It wasn't too late to just forget again. But you knew you couldn't. Because one day it would be too late to get any sort of closure, and that was a thought you couldn't bare.

Your feet stopped once you reached the door and slowly you took out a hand from your pocked, raising it to knock on the door. To be honest they were pathetic attempts at knocking, as if you didn't want to be heard but at least you could yell yourself you tried. However it must have been loud enough because not too long after the door could be heard unlocking. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears as you stared at the door.

Once it opened you expected to see the face of your father, shocked to see you there. However your heart dropped when you were faced with a young looking man with well kept dark chestnut hair and curious chocolatey brown eyes. But the thing that stood out to you the most was the LED on his right temple. He was an android. That couldn't be right.

"Can I help you?" The sound of his soft voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"I uh- I'm sorry I thought... I thought Hank Anderson lived here but I uh- I guess I was mistaken I'm sorry," you spoke as evenly as you could and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to build.

He was gone. You were too late.

But just before you were about to turn around and quickly leave, the android spoke up.

"No you were correct, he still resides here. But I'm afraid he's a bit.... Indisposed at the moment," he spoke with a small awkward smile, looking back into the house for a second when he paused.

You gave a small sigh of relief. He wasn't dead. But then you just became confused. He lived with an android? What the hell happened when you were gone.

"May I ask who you are?" the android inquired politely, tilting his head slightly.

Jesus dad must hate this guy. 

"I uh- I'm.... I'm..." you stumbled over your words as you tried to explain just who you were.

You noticed the androids once pale blue turn yellow and his gaze on you grow a little more intense. What was he doing? Before you could even open you mouth to speak again his eyes suddenly widened.

"You're his daughter/son," he spoke softly, barely above a whisper.

Now it was your eyes turn to widen. How did he know that? Did he scan you or something? All you could do was give a small nod in return. The android's LED shifted from yellow back to it's passive blue.

"My apologies Ms/Mr Anderson, would you like to come in?" He opened the door wider for you as he spoke, offering another awkward smile.

"Y-Yeah. Thanks, and please just call me (Y/n)," you said, giving him a small smile in return as you too a step inside.

"Of course, Ms/Mr- I mean, (Y/n). My name is Connor, by the way," he spoke as he closed the door behind you and locked it.

Your small, somewhat forced smile immediately grew once your eyes landed on the old st bernard padding over to you, his tail wagging excitedly. You wasted no time crouching down and giving your old friend a hug, meanwhile he gave you lots of slobbery kisses.

"Hey Sumo, it's good to see you too," you said with a grin.

When you lifted your gaze up you immediately recognized the figure sprawled out on the couch, and your smile dropped. Not necessarily because you weren't happy to see him, but because it seemed as though he never changed. Slowly you stood back up, and Connor immediately noticed the small frown on your face, and the cause of it.

"Would you like me to wake and sober him up?" Connor asked quietly, making his way over to Hanks unconscious form.

"No! Uh no, no that's okay. I'll just, wait until he wakes up in the morning. It's fine," Connor stopped at the sound of your voice and nodded.

"I should put him to bed then," was all he said before he started to drag your drunken father from the couch.

You could hear him grumbling and cursing under his breath as Connor dragged him along to the his bedroom. Despite knowing he probably wouldn't even know you were there, anxiety built in your heart of the possibility of hearing him say your name again. You hoped to god you wouldn't hear that. You didn't want your first meeting with him after years to be when he's too drunk to even see straight.

Luckily Connor was quick to putting him to bed, completely ignoring his ramblings because as soon as his face hit the pillow he was out like a light one more. Once your father was gone you sunk onto the couch with a heavy sigh, your eyes cast downwards. You really did not think this was how this night was going to go. But you supposed it could be worse. You father could have been dead. At least he had someone looking after him.

Looking up you saw Connor awkwardly standing infront of you. He was staring at you, his LED blinking yellow once again. It honestly made you a little bit uncomfortable and you awkwardly shifted on the spot you were sitting on. Thankfully Sumo was there to shift your focus as he hopped up next you you and rested his head on your lap. Just like old times. A small smile graced your lips as you pet the hounds head.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Connor suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

That question made you realize that you in fact, did not have a plan of where you were going to go if things went south.

"Uhhh no. Not really. But I could get a motel or something," you answered, looking up at him sheepishly.

"Nonsense," he shook his head, "I doubt the Lieutenant would have any problems with you staying here. As long as you don't mind the couch, that is."

You rose a brow slightly at the use of the title your father earned.

"I'm his partner," he quickly added as he noticed your confused face.

"Ah, that makes sense. Bet he was thrilled when he got that news," you chuckled softly.

"He was not. But I like to think I've grown on him," Connor smiled, your sarcasm completely going over his head.

You opened your mouth to say something but shut it, a small smile spreading across your lips. You knew for a fact that Connor must have driven your father nuts just from that alone. But in all honesty you thought it was kind of endearing.

"Anyways, I think I will stay. But where will you go?" you asked without really thinking.

"Androids don't require sleep," he answered simply.

"Right," you responded quietly, your cheeks growing warm in embarrassment.

Suddenly Connor turned on his heel and went into the linen closet for a moment before coming back with a spare blanket and pillow.

"Here you go, I hope these will suffice," he said as he handed them over to you.

"Yeah these will be fine, thanks," you smiled up at him as you took them from his hands.

You tossed the pillow to the other side of the couch and gave Sumo one last pet before shooing him off the couch.

"I uh hope you don't mind if I go to sleep now," you said as you unfolded the blanket and layed it out for yourself.

"Of course, I completely understand. You must be very tired, I'll be sitting in the kitchen if you need me," he spoke with a soft smile before turning to the kitchen.

It wasn't that far but it was the best he could do to give you some privacy. But before he left your small voice stopped him.

"Hey Connor?"

"Yes, (Y/n)?" he inquired, looking back at you and tilting his head slightly.

"Can you please wake me up before my dad gets up? I don't really want to be asleep when he first see's me," you almost pleaded, your gaze shifting away from him during the last sentence.

"Of course, (Y/n)," he nodded, making sure to keep note to not bee in sleepmode for too long.

"Thanks," you smiled up at him as you took off your jacket, letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously.

"It's no problem. Goodnight, (Y/n). It was a pleasure meeting you," he said with surprising sincerity, picking up your jacket and folding it neatly as he spoke.

"Thanks Connor, it was nice meeting you too," and that was the last thing you said before you laid your head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

It must have been the morning already because you woke up to Connor softly shaking you and calling out your name.

"My apologies (Y/n) but you asked that I wake you up before your father saw you, and I'm quite sure he'll be awake any moment," he spoke softly and slowly so your waking brain would understand what was going on.

Immediately any tiredness in you left as Connors words sunk in. This was it. It was finally time. You sat up and went to stand, maybe a little too fast because you suddenly felt dizzy and accidentally stumbled into Connor. Before you could mumble out an apology the android spoke.

"Are you alright?" His voice was laced with concern and you couldn't help feel heat rise up to your cheeks.

"Uh y-yeah, I'm fine. Just stood up too fast, sorry," you mumbled quickly and before any of you could say anything else a new, but all too familiar voice spoke up.

"Connor, who the fuck is-" Hank stopped mid sentence once he saw your face and his expression immediately softened and any hangover symptoms he was going to bitch about suddenly didn't matter.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hi Dad."

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A/N: holy shit i feel like i really started to fuck up during the end there ugh im sorry. Also sorry there's not much (y/n) and Hank interaction. Maybe I'll do a part 2 if y'all want idk. Anyways hope y'all enjoyed!

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