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Her Reasons to Fight [JasonKolchekxFemReader]

Chapter 1 - Lost in Battle

Story Summary:

The Rules of war:

Rule #1: Good Men Will Die.

Rule #2: Not Even “Doc” Can Change Rule Number One

Rule #3: For Her Brothers, “Doc” Will Die trying To Change Both Rule #1 & #2

My knees bounced anxiously, heel of my boot thrumming on the metal grate with the sound of the roaring engine of our transport. My elbows sat resting in my bouncing knees, hands clutching my helmet close to my face, eyes roaming the fading picture within. The reason I fought, the reason I was even willing to go back. I closed my eyes before straightening my posture as we stopped, and a few soldiers jumped out, one of them being Captain Basri, the driver of our transport truck.

My tongue anxiously ran along my lips as I watched the soldiers disappear to a place I wasn’t familiar with. “[Calm down L/n, you don’t have to do anything]” a hand patted my back a few times and I looked to my right, eyes roaming over a male I had treated during the war. Hamza, a younger male, close to the age my brother had been before the war started. I tightened my hands on my helmet subconsciously, a stabbing realization that he would have been forced into this war if was still alive.

Hamza’s face remained stoic, unbothered and uninterested. “[Just stay out of the way.]” The last words sat heavy on my shoulders as his hand dropped to my knee, holding it in place and stopping the bouncing. When my leg stopped bouncing he looked away, eyes shifting away to the opening of the truck; his hand slipping back to his rifle.

“[Let’s go,]” the captain called, as he hit the side of the truck, his feet carrying him to the drivers seat of the truck. With a sigh I pulled my helmet back over my head, the thick red plus symbol facing forward as I instead chose to focus on readjusting my backpack straps. Ignoring as the soldiers who had gotten off loaded back onto the transportation truck once again.

“[L/n?]” I stopped fiddling with the straps of my pack, my attention being dragged to my left as footsteps stopped at the back of the truck. Salim Othman, his eyes narrowing in confusion before he nodded once in greeting; his attention quickly shifting to the captain in the front. I slowly turned my attention from the lieutenant, tuning out the other soldiers words. My hands moving to my helmet as I clasped the chin strap. My eyes closed and I leaned my head back on the side of the truck. Breathe coming in shallow as the word ‘American’s!’ Register in my ears, and I looked to the captain for a moment through the window. Eyes soon slowly drifting to the lieutenant as he opened the window dividing us from the captain and himself. His confused eyes observing me closely a moment before he slowly opened his mouth to speak.

“[Why are you here?]” I looked back to my left, eyes leaving Salim’s concerned gaze before I looked back reluctantly, he was still my lieutenant, I had to respect him no matter how closer out families were before the war started. “[You know why I fight…]” a shoulder was bumped against mine as he hit a few bumps and my jaw clenched, eyes glancing to the soldier next to me.

“[The war is over, you didn’t have to come,]” I glanced back to Salim to see him still looking intensely at me, his rifle slung over his shoulder securely, hanging low between his legs. I kept my voice low as I spoke, caution of what the Captain may overhear, “[and what of you Salim Othman…]” the lieutenants full name felt heavy on my tongue as I spoke. “[why are you not with Zain, it’s his birthday… is it not?]” Salim remained silent after this and I sighed quietly, shaking my head in regret of letting my words slip.

“[I don’t want more people to die, we’ve lost… if I can stop more death…]” I paused trying to find the right words before for continuing quietly, hardly a whisper above the howl of the military truck. “[I have to try, no matter how much it pains me to be back in the field…]” Salim looked back towards me, his eyes lingering on me before he nodded curtly. His attention being dragged to the Captain as he was addressed.

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Everyone piled out of the truck quickly, the Captain barking orders. Everyone dispersed, taking their angles on a few huts. I narrowed my eyes, confused as I realized they were shepherd huts. I stepped forward, prepared to take my spot along the back lines, where I was usually stationed. A hand caught my shoulder quickly, pulling me to a stop and spinning me around, although my body turned before my head. Feet shuffling on the ground hit my ears and something cool and heavy in my hands.

I wasn’t expecting a rifle to be thrust into my hands, nor the feeling of hands expertly tightening an empty holster to my thigh and waist. “Just incase,” I looked down, eyes landing Salim as he stood up, his hand out, silently asking for his rifle back before he moved back to the truck. My eyes followed him as he hopped up and went to the back to open a trunk. “I know you ran the back lines, and only came forward to help and then fell back-“ Salim pulled out a pistol and knife, his eyes shifting to look at me before he tilted his head to get me to join him. I pulled myself up, eyes on the knife. “You’ve shot before though?” I nodded firmly, my hand reaching out to grab the pistol, I took the magazine out, double checking the rounds before I double checked safety and clicked the magazine back into place. “I didn’t become a medical sergeant sitting on my ass all the time. Being on the back lines wasn’t by choice.” I shakily slipped the pistol into place on my thigh and hesitantly reached for the knife Salim offered me.

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My hands were raw, wrists being bitten into by rough rope as I struggle against the knots. A knife is brought to my throat again, and with an uneasy breath I look up, biting my tongue so hard it begins to bleed. “I’ll ask you one more time… Where is Saddam!” Blood pools on my mouth, heavy with a metallic taste. I look up further as the American spoke, letting the blood continue to pool, before spitting the blood from my mouth onto the Americans face. “[I don’t believe in this war… but I won’t say anything to one of the men who killed my brother…]” I speak in Arabic, refusing to speak English. The American stands up straight, wiping his face clean with an aggravated growl, “Damn Iraqi…” he clicked the button on his radio. “She still wont say a damn thing lieutenant… what do we do with her?” The English question echos in my ringing ears, and I snap my gaze up as the marines radio buzzes, he looks back to me before looking away.

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I can feel my hands shaking as I grasp the knife Salim offers between trembling fingers; throat tightening as my hand seems to grow more red, cold and numb.

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The knife handle is heavy in my hands, my chest heaving as I pull my arm back again, knife thrust down and into the chest of the American. He struggles, a gurgled plea hitting my ears. “[YOU MADE ME! YOU MADE ME!]” the words continued rolling off my tongue as I yelled, ragged breath hurting my chest as metal scrapped against bone, his hand that was holding my wrist on his chest slowly loosening. Cooling… dying... My hands were red, wrists still raw from the rope, and both now stained in crimson blood, not only mine, but the American interrogators as well. “[Y/n!]” arms are thrown around my shoulders as I pull the knife back again, a gentle hand grabs my wrist of the hand holding the steel, easing the knife from my grasp. “[Enough!]”. The voice is familiar, gravely as their voice drops to a calm reassuring whisper. “[That is enough, no more… he is dead…]” a staggered breath is dragged from my body as I’m dragged backwards, arms tight around my body. The knife clinking to the ground. “[Salim?]” I choke out, blood covered hand grasping at a now soiled uniform. “[I’m here, I’m here now,]” his voice is soothing as he speaks, a hand combing through my hair gently.

I taste salt on my tongue as I realize I’m crying.

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I quickly moved my hand to grasp the handle, head tilting down to watch my hand attempt to clip the knife to my waist; but as a few seconds passed I realized the warmth that had slowly left my fingers, and left the tips tingling as I continued to struggle to clip the knife in its spot. “[Y/n,]” I swallowed thickly, my hand clenching around the handle of the knife. “[I’m sorry-]“ the knife was taken from my hands and Salim’s hand stayed, a firm grasp on my trembling hand. “[Don’t apologize, let me help.]” I looked away from Salim as he clipped the knife to my waist, eyes closing as I forced my breathing to even out.

A hand came to rest on my neck, and I sucked in a staggered breath as I turned to look at Salim. “[You don’t need to shoot… not anymore, just stay near me and stay behind cover,]” a smile pulled at the corner of his lips as I nodded once. “[We’ll be back home after this,]” Salim leaned forward as he spoke. I closed my eyes, smiling at the thud coming from my helmet a moment later, from Salim knocking his helmet against mine. “[Let’s go,]” my head was pushed in the direction of the exit of the truck and I bit back a snicker. “[Way to ruin the moment Lieutenant,]” I shuffled quickly to the exit and hopped down, ignoring the sting of my heels and ankles as I landed with a heavy thud.

I stepped forward, intending to meet up with the Captain and everyone else before be pack was grabbed and I was pulled to a stop. “[Fix your uniform first,]” I looked back to Salim confused as I looked down, everything seemed in place. I looked back up and Salim shook his head as he stepped closer to me, his hands moving a strap so it properly went over my shoulder. “[You’re useless,]” he muttered as he jabbed a finger into my helmet, I sighed as my head was pushed to the side. I adjusted the other side as Salim over tightened the side he was fixing. “[We both know that’s bullshit,]” I muttered as Salim chuckled head shaking as he took a few steps forward. Leaving me to loosen my medical transportation straps before I joined the other soldiers.

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A bullet lodged itself into the wall next to my head, leaving a cracked hole and causing cement flying through the air. My eyes screwed shut as I stumbled back a step.

I felt a body being thrown into mine and I landed roughly, my breath being kicked from my lungs as a hand patted me down briefly. I turned over onto my stomach, eyes blurry as they opened, and breath hitching, slowly suffocating me as I tried to calm my racing heart “[Keep your head down and stay here,]” I nodded at Hamza’s yelled words, my helmet hitting the sand covered ground repeatedly as I counted back from five to myself. Hazma shuffled before I assumed he stood up once more. “[You missed! Better aim for th-]“ another bullet wizzed by above me, metal on metal and a thump. I slowly looked behind me, eyes hesitantly falling to Hazma’s fallen body, a dark red pool of blood growing from his head, his helmet rolling a few feet away before rolling to a stop and falling with a metallic clink.

“[No… no no no,]” I moved, head instinctively ducking as more bullets wizzed by. “[I-I can…]” I rolled the soldier over, and was met eye to eye with dull eyes and a slack jaw. I leaned back on the brick wall, eyes closing as I unclasped my pistol, thumb nudging the weapon out of safety. I closed my eyes, struggling to even my breathing before I peaked over the wall, pistol first, before my head. “I’m hit!” My ears perked up at the English and I quickly lowered my head, shuffling to the edge of the broken wall before peaking around. “Joey! Shit get down! Get down!” I followed sound of pained grunts before movement caught my eye followed by dark red. I pulled my head back in before hitting my helmet against the wall repeatedly. Eyes shifting to the fellow dead soldier, Hamza. “[Fuck,]” I mumbled to myself before I closed my eyes, clicking my guns safety into place and holstering the weapon once more.

I steadied my breathing, feet moving and body low as I moved to the American soldier on the ground. His eyes widening as he noticed my approach. “P-please-I-I don’t want-t-to d-die,” I held out a hand hoping to calm him, showing that I had to intentions to harm. I kneeled at his head, eyes scanning his body at the many injuries he obtained.

“Breath, I will help, I help,” I muttered in partially broken English my eyes briefly making contact with the young looking American marine. I opened one of my pockets that rested on my waist, pulling out a roll of tension wrap. I looked over my shoulder, eyes shifting around at the firefight that exploded into mayhem. I shuffled from my spot near the males head, hands grabbing his. “Hold pressure,” I pushed down on his abdomen with his hands, holding for a moment before I pulled out a few cotton pads from a different pouch on my chest. I wrapped his knee closest to me, cotton to wound, and tension wrap tight. The wrap bled through as I finished and I clenched my jaw as the males pained groans reached my ears. I opened my mouth to speak before I gun cocking hit my ears.

“Get away from him!” My body tensed at the English being yelled, translations registering in my brain as I looked up, eyes locking with narrowed brown eyes, and the barrel of a gun. “Get the hell away from him!” I quickly held my bloodied hands up, my balance being lost as I fell back onto my butt. I hesitantly opened my mouth, but the english words I was looking for slipped from my mind. “Help. I help,” was all I could muster out, heart hammering deafeningly in my ears. When the rifle readjusted to aim more at my head I closed my eyes and shakily pointed to my helmet. “For fuck sake,” the American muttered. I held my breath as quick steps neared me. When I wasn’t grabbed and nothing came I opened my eyes, watching as the American soldiers quickly retreated, the young marine on his shoulders.

I took in a shuddered breath, hands quickly falling to the sand as I pushed myself back towards cover, eyes meeting with Salims confused gaze momentarily. His head shifted and I watched him move quickly, and out of my sight. I pushed myself up, ducking behind and between cover as I followed after Salim.

When Salim entered my vision again he was watching an interaction intensely. I watched an American lower his gun. “Fuck, doesn’t anyone speak English anymore,” Salim cocked his gun, eyes trained down sight as the American shifted his stance, head hanging low before he glanced over his shoulder. “You better not miss,” the male spoke confidently, regardless of the rifle aimed at his back, his head turned back to look towards Salim properly. I stuttered to a stop behind Salim, eyes on the American as he held his arms out. The air was tense as the two stared each other down, I swallowed thickly, before stepping forward.

“No, no more!” I placed myself between Salim and the American, my arms out, my eyes on Salims riffle. Salims eyes narrowed, before he removed his aim, his hand going out in agreement. “No more killing,” Salim also spoke in English and I heard the American sigh in relief as feet shuffling hit my ears and I assumed he turned to look towards Salim and I properly. Salim looked directly to me, before stumbling as the ground rumbled and shook. “Shit!” The American yelled out, I kneeled instinctively, hands on the ground as the ground continued to tremble. “Y/n!” I lifted my head as Salim stepped forward towards me before he fell though the ground. “Salim!” I pushed myself to stand before the ground collapsed from beneath my feet, sand and rock clouding my vision as I was dropped into a free fall.

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #house of ashes x reader #house of ashes #x reader #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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lady-vixen-17 · 11 months

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Hobie Brown: Spider Punk

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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lady-vixen-17 · 11 months

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Miles: *Gently taps table*

Hobie: *Taps back*

Gwen: What are they doing?

Pavitr: Morse code.

Miles: *Aggressively taps table*

Hobie: *Slams hands down* YOU

TAKE THAT BACK-

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lady-vixen-17 · 1 year

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How to create your own custom textures for Detroit: Become Human (Epic Games + Steam)

Some people have been asking how I get the dbh models to look like this in my game:

So today I’m going to break down how to manipulate the textures in the game with deadray’s custom tool and how to avoid crashing.

Before we start with the tutorial, we require several tools. The dbh custom tool found on the website linked above, a texture exporter tool and an image converter which you can find and install in the “resources” folder I’ve prepared here.

PART 1: RECOLORING CLOTHING & ACCESSOIRES.

The character textures we want to change are in the tools “catalog” section. You can locate any specific model by typing their name into the search function, we are going to start with Kara. Kara uses mostly DDS textures which won’t cause trouble in your game, while Alice and Connor for example use mostly QD textures which will cause crashes if not used correctly.

Once we’ve searched for KARA, the catalog lists all of her models. Here I have opened the section “maid” which is her standard outfit and selected her armband. To change the texture, we select to “extract” the file and pay attention to the required image format listed on the right side of the panel. Her armband is listed as DTX5 / BC3.

Once you have installed the Nvidia Texture Exporter, launch Photoshop and open your exported DDS file. (Btw, the texture tool can’t be installed with a cracked PS version, so if you can’t purchase PS then Gimp will also work.) In Photoshop, I have recolored the blue armband to pink and I save my new file, selecting the “DDS - Nvidia Texture Exporter” under “Data Type”. The Texture Exporter will open in Photoshop and ask for the required DDS image format. I select BC3, as listed by the custom tool, and click “save.”

Now you need to insert your new file into its respective thumbnail by selecting “import” in the custom tool. I have changed Kara’s triangle in addition, which is the same image format (BC3) as her armband. Close the tool, open your game and voilà, Kara is now sporting preppy pink android markers!

PART 2: OVERWRITING FONTS & SERIAL NUMBERS.

To change fonts and serial numbers, we simply need to paint over the file’s original letters and overwrite it with something else. Here you can see an example of Connor’s original model identification marker and my custom marker. You can blacken out the whole thumbnail if you want to erase the markers on the jacket altogether. The image format for this particular DDS is DTX1 / BC1 and you can find it in the catalog under CONNOR_HOSTAGE, CONNOR_INT02 and CONNOR_WAR.

CONNOR_INT03 is NINES, so don’t change those files unless you want to overwrite Nines’ markers as well.

Serial codes can be swapped and overwritten in a similar fashion. The RK models all draw their serial numbers from the same file. In this example you see I’ve swapped the serials of Connor-51 and Connor-60. The image format for this particular DDS is DTX1 / BC1.

However, a swapped serial won’t update accordingly with every death within in the game. If you were to do a death run starting with -60, the serial bugs out at death five because of the modified starting number. -65 becomes -66 instead because -55 can’t be overwritten.

PART 3: EXTRACTING AND IMPORTING QD TEXTURES.

Don’t start with QD textures unless you’re already experienced with DDS textures or don’t know what you’re doing. Otherwise I guarantee you will break/corrupt your game files. Always have a backup of your original files on your PC in the case of corruption. QD textures are usually shared between various different models and need to be updated within every single model in the game that uses the same texture. Otherwise, your game will crash.

First things first, open the tool and add the detroit_img.exe in tool settings in order to display QD texture thumbnails.

We are going to change Hank’s intro shirt for the QD example. All of Hank’s shirts are shared between HANK_INT01, HANK_INT03, CLO_HANKSHIRT_01 and CLO_HANKCLOTHESBALL. They are DTX1 / BC1 QD formats. In order to export the texture, we need to unlock “enable editing” on top of the catalog chart.

To export and edit QD files, it’s important to “enable editing” in each catalog section you want to modify. QD files are exported in uneditable data format. Drag and drop this data file into the detroit_img application to convert it into a TGA file. Open this TGA in Photoshop or Gimp and flip the new image vertically before you save the edited file as a DDS.

Afterwards you need to import this new DDS into each thumbnail that used the original QD texture. After I imported the first custom DDS into HANK_INT01 its thumbnail will turn black in every other section and needs to be refreshed. Therefore remember the position of your original thumbnail or note their file names in order to find them again later. If your game starts crashing because you haven’t refreshed every shared texture, selecting “restore” for the thumbnail won’t work for QD files. So it’s always important you have backed up your game files in case something goes wrong.

For beginners, stay away from QD eye colors since they are shared with lots of random NPC. (If you’re absolutely itching to edit the eyes, you can message me and I can send you a list of known NPC who shares it with them).

PART 4: COUNTERACTING SHADERS.

Some texture have an inaccessible colored shader assigned, meaning your own recolor and this shader will combine and create an entirely different color. We don’t want that, so we need to counteract the shader’s color preset. An example is North’s hair for EXT01 and EXT02, both are assigned a red shader. To turn her hair brunette I’ve recolored her hair texture into a soft blue and lowered the lightness to counteract the red.

Some color shaders are accessible to you, like the hair coloration of Echo (blue) and her girlfriend Ripple (reddish). Her shader looks like this:

In Echo’s case, I’ve turned her hair black just by recoloring the blue-ish section and left her actual hair texture the way it is. I don’t recommend recoloring these type of shaders with android uniforms unless you only want to take photos, as it will take a toll on gameplay and cause a slight lag (same goes for editing facial textures with heavy make-up).

I hope I managed to explain the tool in a somewhat comprehensible way. This is all old news to me by now, but I remember it was incredibly hard to understand back when I was a newbie with modding dbh. If you have any specific questions about the custom tool that I haven’t addressed, or if you get stuck with a texture and don’t know how to procced feel free to chat me or comment under this thread! :)

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lady-vixen-17 · 1 year

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Simon is a picture of patience, but do you think is there anything that can make him lose his temper? In general and with his partner? How would he express it? And how his partner would calm down him? Could be headcanons or a short drabble, whatever you prefer. Than you💕

I hope this are okay! It’s not exactly what you asked for but I got a muse and ran with it.

-Simon really does have the patience of a saint. Honestly. Truly.

-Once he’s invested in you, be it as a friend, leader, or lover, it’s like you can do no wrong. He’s patient and forgiving to the point of being a punching bag sometimes, carries too much weight on his shoulders (weight that shouldn’t be his to bear in the first place), and needs people to remind him of his own worth.

-What sets him over the edge is the people he cares about deliberately putting themselves at risk.

-We know from the game, Simon is willing to sacrifice himself fir Markus or the greater good in various circumstances. But all of those circumstances could have been rationalized as either unavoidable or necessary evils. The entire Revolution was a hot mess, so none of those situations really boiled down to being just one or two peoples’ faults.

-Simon is just as self-sacrificing in a romantic relationship.

-And if you do something dangerous that gets you hurt, especially if it was foreseeably unavoidable, and ESPECIALLY if he’s not there with you when it happens

-Simon is going to blow a gasket.

-Maybe it seemed like something small, or something necessary at the time, or maybe you just acted on instinct

-Maybe you intervene in a store robbery instead of just letting it happen. Maybe you got hurt, or maybe it all turned out just fine!

-Regardless, when Simon finds you, he sweeps you into a worried, bone-crushing hug.

-Markus, North, and Josh are all nearby, looking super anxious.

-You pat Simon on the back and pull away with a smile. “It’s okay!” you tell him, trying to ease the tension.

-But instead he absolutely snaps.

-“It’s not okay!”

-Everyone is stunned because he has never yelled like that before, so full of anger, and least of all at you.

-You can tell he wants to take the words back as soon as they’re out. He looks so hurt, so disappointed, mostly in himself. He’s always been so quietly absorbent, almost apathetic to his own emotions for the sake of being everyone else’s pillar of support. But you—you’re his pillar, his reason for living. And he can’t stand the thought of losing you, and not just because it would mean losing himself like he did for that split second there.

-“It’s not—it’s…it’s not okay….”

-It’s evident in the way he curls in on himself, resting his forehead on your chest and clutching your shoulders because he’s hanging over this dark chasm and you’re the only thing still holding him up.

-Just hold him. Let the emotional eruption cool to a boil, to a simmer. It only takes a few minutes for him to reduce it to a few shed tears instead of overflowing anger.

-It takes a lot for Simon to really lose his patience, and even when he does it’s only for a moment. But it certainly gets the point across.

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lady-vixen-17 · 1 year

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Me the day DBH gets a confirmed DLC

Me realizing it’s probably not gonna happen.

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lady-vixen-17 · 1 year

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Forehead Kisses Headcannons pt.1

A/n: these are a bit old now but I need to clean out my drafts so here they are.

Markus

He loves to kiss your forehead, he finds it a very intimate and sweet gesture and another way to tell you he loves you and that you’re safe with him. He also may love it because of the adorable bashful smile that stretches across your face afterwards, he teases you about being too cute and you’ll usually hide your face in his chest much to his delight.

He enjoys receiving forehead kisses as it makes him feel safe and appreciated, the beaming smile on his face as he looks at you with adoration afterwards makes your heart and soul soar and is usually followed by you smothering his entire face with quick kisses. He’ll also give you forehead kisses when you model for his paintings, he appreciates you taking time to do it for him so he makes sure to take small breaks to kiss you and let you stretch.

Connor

While he doesn’t give them often he does enjoy forehead kisses, while he was getting more comfortable with his emotions and showing affection they were the easiest to give and receive for him. When he does kiss your forehead it’s usually when your sitting down and resting, he loves the surprise in your eyes as he leans over the couch and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

When you kiss his forehead it’s usually in times of strife, when he’s stressed and in need of comfort; it helps calm him down immensely. But other times it’s when he’s being cute and you just can’t help yourself, the lopsided grin he gets on his face and light blush on his cheeks always leaves you with your own grin as he peppers kisses to your cheek.

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lady-vixen-17 · 1 year

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Lavender Haze | Part 1 / Simon x Female Reader

A/n: Pre game and game moments :) an AU obviously. This is a heft two shot at whooping 3317 words to make up for being gone for so long. Part two is being written as we speak. And I guess I’m back in the DBH fandom ❤️ Simon has me in a choke hold still

Master List

A coping mechanisms.

These were the words often used to refer to the relationship Y/n had with her Android, with Simon. He was gifted to her by a few friends and family, a few weeks after the passing of her father. Someone to take care of her while she tried to continue with everyday life.

Simon although slow to being warmed up to was someone Y/n was grateful for. A twenty four hour should to cry on. He made the bad days a little more bearable, made the darkness that surround a little less dark. Brought something to look forward to coming home to.

Biting her cheek she hugged her pillow tighter to her body, eyes shutting as she tired to force sleep once more. The world has artificial intelligence... but it still doesn't have a cure for cancer. What ever will get people more money. Treatments cost money, and that's all the greedy want. People who want to be cured have to go for multiple treatments, that might not even work, if a cure was made... they wouldn't make as much money. Y/n shifted herself up, her head resting on her headboard, the cool wood easing the feeling of wanting to cry for just a moment. Closing her eyes with a sigh Y/n waited.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before the sound of pots being moved echoed through the room. Y/n opened her eyes, attention shifting to the door; light illuminated from the bottom before two small shadows appeared in the light. Y/n stayed where she was waiting for the inevitable knock from her Android. From Simon.

A soft knocking soon echoed through the room. "Y/n?" Pushing the blankets off herself Y/n got up, her feet bringing her to the bedroom door before she opened it and stepped forward to wrap her arms around the blonde Android. "Bad night?" A hand rubbed Y/n's back gently and she let out a quiet 'yeah'. "I'll make some pancakes while you go take a cold shower." Y/n hummed before she pulled herself away from the PL600. "Are you telling me I stink?" The android chuckled before reached forward to tuck a piece of hair behind Y/n's ear. "Maybe just a little."

"Simon!" The blonde smiled and nudged Y/n in the direction of the bathroom. "It will help bring your blood pressure down, and a little extra endorphins never hurt."

And so Y/n went to the shower, her back on the door as she eyed the pyjamas on the counter top. Shaking her head Y/n let a smile pull at her lips as she stepped forward, slipping her clothes from her body and stepping forward.

-skipping most of the shower-

A knock echoed off the door and into the bathroom followed by Simons voice. "Can I come in for a moment?" Y/n swallowed thickly her hands dropping from her hair as she looked in the direction of the door, hidden behind the non transparent shower curtain. "Door's unlocked." The door opened near silently and Y/n peaked out from behind the curtain. On the table top were two towels. "Fresh from the dryer." Simon spoke from kneeled on the ground in his hands Y/n's discarded clothes. "Simon it's okay I can do my own laundry." Y/n's eyes followed Simon as he stood up with a smile, his eyes on her. He stepped forward, his hand reaching forward to cradle Y/n's cheeks. "I'll take care of everything, just get dressed, food will be ready in five minutes." Y/n leaned into Simons touch with a sigh, her eyes closing in defeat. "Thank you Simon" Simon pulled his hand back, his LED circling yellow as he distanced himself from Y/n. "No need to thank me it's my job after all."

Without another word Simon turned and left the bathroom, door closing softly behind him. Y/n watched the door a moment longer before she pulled her head back into the shower. She stood for a moment, head down and eyes closed as cold water continued to pelt the top of her head.

Turning the shower off Y/n wrung her hair out and stepped out, her hand grabbing the smaller of both towels. Stopping when she realized the warmth that radiated off the towels. A small smile pulled at her lips as she wrapped her hair and grabbed the bigger towel and wrapped it around her body. She stood quietly for a moment basking in the warmth of the towels after being cold for so long in the shower.

Once the towels cooled she dried herself and pulled her pyjamas on, leaving the towel in her hair to continue to soak up the excess water. Putting her body towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom Y/n pulled the towel from her hair. Water cascaded down her neck slowly from the water still dampening her hair. Opening the door she left the bathroom. Towel in hand.

Y/n rubbed her hair dry with the towel as she walked towards the kitchen. The sound of a plate being placed on a table was all she heard before she felt hands taking the towel from her hands. "Feeling better?" Y/n looked up at the blonde and hesitated before nodding. Y/n closed her eyes when the towel was placed on her head again and Simon was gently hand drying her wet hair.

"Simon" the towel was pulled away and Y/n's hair was moved from her face. "Thank you" I looked up to the blonde once more and he smiled. "How many times do I have to tell you you don't have to thank me for anything." Leaning forward Y/n wrapped her arms around the blonde "I thank you everyday because I don't know what I'd do without you." When Y/n didn't feel arms wrap around her in return she looked up once more. Her eyes instantly landing on a blinking red LED. The blonde blinked and smiled at Y/n before leading her to the table. His hands lingering on her shoulder a moment before he moved them to the chair. "I'll clean up the kitchen." Y/n shifted her gaze, eyes on the blonde. "Sit with me?" Simons gaze shifted from the kitchen to Y/n, his movement frozen mid step.

"Come on Simon ignore your programming, just for a little" Simon's led circled red before he pat the back of the chair with the hand still lingering. "The dishes can wait"

DISHES CAN NoOotTttt WIaIitT

Simon shuffled to the other side of the table, a smile gracing his lips as he took a seat. "What did you do while I was gone Simon?" Simon hummed quietly, leaning forward, his elbows on the table supporting his weight. "Well I started watching that one series you like, so we could talk about it" Y/n smiled at that little bit of information as she took a small bite of food.

Their days continued undisturbed, falling into a different routine, one where Simon could decide what to do. When to do it and his own personalized dialog that didn't take days to obtain, that weren't programmed, things that he wanted to say. Y/n was the first to notice, the way Simons voice subtly changed when he talked about something that interested him on the TV.

They way his hands lingered, dotingly.

Especially the day his smile gained its own individuality.

She found it endearing to watch.

With the new individuality that Simon had gained however, Y/n's brain seemed to struggle to differentiate Simon from another human, and when his attention turned fully to her she found it increasingly hard to suppress the irregular beating of her heart.

Y/n sighed, leaning forward her hands resting on the couch on the outside of Simon's thighs. "You need to stop, you're making my standards way to high for my own good" blue eyes observed Y/n's movements closely, LED circled red. Simon swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he tilted his head down, eyes closely analyzing the movement in Y/n's hand as she lifted it to cradle his cheek, thumb caressing synthetic skin adoringly... lovingly. Love?

Love...

Simon knew about the word, definition and all, he was an Android after all. And he understood it from the movies and television shows Y/n made him watch. He read it in the books decorating the bookshelves of Y/n's apartment. He saw it written painfully obvious in the photos of him on Y/n's phone.

He was in love.

It was a troubling thought that clawed at his bio components, disrupting the circuits and processors within his synthetic body. Uprooting what little he understood about the world, his life. Life? Simons head tilted as his gaze shifted to look into Y/n's eyes. His life? But he wasn't alive. No he wasn't; he was an Android. An android that wasn't alive. That didn't love. That's didn't feel.

But Y/n's hand on his cheek was welcomed, warm and comforting.

Comforting? No he was an Android, he wasn't supposed to feel comfort. Right? His Thirium pump stuttered and a warning flashed over his vision as he leaned into Y/n's hand, eyes closing as realization hit him like a sack of bricks. Jolting his components in a feeling he wasn't familiar with.

Upon the realization he had tried self repairing himself.

That was when the software instability warnings appeared; he tried everything repair the program instability but nothing worked. Despite his inner turmoil he still found himself smiling to himself as Y/n leaned forward, her arms wrapping securely around his neck.

Even with the brain that Simon possessed he couldn't figure out what to do, or say with Y/n's warmth radiating so warmly over him. Was this what it meant to be human, to not know what to say or do even if your body knew what it was supposed to do. Slowly Simon moved his arms, wrapping them desperately around Y/n's frame, dragging her impossibly closer as he nuzzled into the warmth of her neck, lips grazing over exposed skin in an ambivalent manner as he spoke shakily.

"Let me have this moment, just one where I don't need to pretend"

Following that night Simon had distanced himself from Y/n, busying himself with the household chores, making nothing into something as he tried to forget. Forget the feeling of Y/n as she pulled away from him. Forget the curious look that glazed her eyes. The way she smiled and leaned forward, lips purposely pressing themselves to his-

A glass slipped from Simons hands as his body tingled in electric sparks. Phantom lips burning at his cheek and hands warm on his neck.

Standing in the kitchen, alone, he ran a hand over his face, a frustrated groan leaving his lips. Stress levels spiking up as he remembered the feeling of lips shyly ghosting slowly over his his neck in slow peppered kisses. His hands pulled at his hair, jaw grinding in aggravation. His hand pulled back and he slammed a closed fist against the side of his head, eyes closed as he kneeled to the ground. Head held between his hands.

"You've changed" Y/n's voice was so clear in his head he could have sworn if he didn't know this had already happened she was with him this very moment. "Is that good or bad?" phantom warmth spread over Simons body. "It's in a good way..." Simon threw his head back hitting it against the cupboard harshly, his eyes being thrown open as he pushed himself to stand. His sight swarmed with stress level warnings.

87% flashing in an ambient light in the space surrounding him as he pushed himself towards the storage closet containing old clothes.

His hands harshly hit the wall as he stumbled over his own feet. 89% flickering behind closed eyes as he blindly tore through clothes, before he found a sweater to pull over his Android uniform. The distant smell of Y/n and her perfume lingering, woven into the material. A calming sense of familiarity washing through him like a tidal wave of saccharine. Numbers drastically dropped back to a point where his brain could think. Like he wasn't being suffocated and drown by his own self destructive thoughts. Taking a breath Simon looked down, eyes lingering on sweater shirt he had grabbed in his blinded stress frenzy. Detroit University. It was a sweatshirt Y/n had gotten the year she dropped out of school for grievance.

"How do I say goodbye to someone who's been with me for my whole life..." the time flickered over his vision, two hours until Y/n would return home. Two hours to leave. Looking at the box of forgotten clothes Simons eyes drifted to a brown worn down leather jacket. A jacket she had picked up at the thrift store when she joking told Simon she'd get him his own wardrobe. Back when he was bound to a program. Throwing the jacket on Simon shifted through the box searing for a hat or beanie. Something to cover the constant glow of yellow radiating off his temple.

"Simon, I'm home!" Y/n placed her keys at her door side table, hands fumbling to put her coffee down so she could unzip her boots. "Simon?" When no movement came from the apartment Y/n stood back up right, shoes being long forgotten as she stepped into the apartment. Eyes glancing around the living room and kitchen carefully. "Simon?" She stopped in the hall leading to her bedroom and the bathroom, her eyes stopping on the Android uniform folded neatly on the floor, next to the opened box of discarded clothes. Y/n's shoulders dropped, the tension in her leaving as realization slowly seeped into her veins. Kneeling down to the ground Y/n reached a hesitant hand forward, hand slowly grasping the white uniform in her hands. "Please- I-"

Her knees dropped to the ground as all strength left her body, leaving her feeling empty. As empty as that day in the hospital, if not more. Shaking her head Y/n leaned forward, pulling the discarded uniform close to her body as a strangled sob left her mouth, tears carving salted paths down her cheeks as she took in a staggered breath. "N-no, I - not S-Simon"

-Time Skip-

The TV blared in the background, buzzing with the news of the revolution, the freedom march. "Despite the peaceful approach androids have taken thus far tensions are still high amongst the people of detroit." Y/n shifted, her eyes studying the tv closely. The Androids stood, hands raised as the stopped a safe distance from the swat. "The question lingering on everyone's minds-" Y/n pushed herself up, turning the tv off as she ran a shaky hand through her hair.

"WE ARE ALIVE!" Looking to the darkened TV Y/n clenched her hands in unease, before she turned to her kitchen and grabbed a knife, her hands trembling in uncertainty as she sucked in an attempted calming breath.

Throwing on a pair of winter boots Y/n quickly exited her apartment, door left thrown open as her feet dragged her in the direction of the freedom march. To the androids, and a sense of longing. An emptiness clawed at her heels as she pushed her way through the empty streets, coldness being forgotten in the need to be there. To have a reason, to help. The flashing lights came into her view faster then she would have liked. But the sound of guns being fired pushed her to dig her feet into the ground and move faster, run faster. And despite the burning of her lungs Y/n pushed forward. Feet hammering heavy on the ground as reality settled in the pit of Y/n's stomach. Threatening the release of what little she ate for dinner.

She stopped near the barrier as the echos of guns stopped and she force air down the throat as she placed the blade of the knife between a numb hand. Cold blade chilling the burning fear making its course through Y/n's system. Looking away from her blande Y/n took a breath before closing her hand on the sharp metal. Eyes looking for the safest way over the barricade.

Y/n clenched the blade between her hand as she pulled herself hastily over the barrier, feet clanking on the metal roof of the cars used to fortify the androids from the dangers of guns. Swallowing thickly Y/n hesitated, her eyes on the androids who paid her no mind and the Swat as a few shifted their aim to her. The trickle of blood pooling in her palm has her stuttering an uneven breath. "Don't fucking move!" A few eyes shifted, turning to look towards Y/n from the androids and she doddered forwards, face numb as wind pushed her forward and onto the slow covered ground. Uneasy eyes shifting over the dozens of Android bodies littering the ground.

Heart pounding deep in her ears, muffling words as she raised her hands, blade still clutched in between fingers. "Drop the weapon!" More weapons moved towards Y/n and she froze in her steps. "Don't fucking move asshole!" Snow crunched beneath feet as an Android pushed his was through the others. "We will shoot! Drop your weapon" clenching her teeth Y/n slowly moved her hand, and grabbed the handle, jaw clenched as she pulled the blade from between clenched fingers. A scream of pain dying in her throat as she threw the knife to her side. Weapons readjusted their am as the Android broke from the confines of the others.

A shot echoed through the air as arms wrapped securely around Y/n's body. A body shielding her from danger. Y/n sucked in a startled breath as the sound of a synthetic white body was torn and ripped through. Her eyes closed as a sense of familiarity washed over her. "HOLD YOUR FIRE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Flinging her hand over the shoulder of the Android holding her, Y/n nuzzled her face into his shoulder in search of comfort. Red splattered the ground in front of them followed by the howling of the wind. "She's human!" Y/n's free arm wrapped around the body shielding her and she sighed out a breath of relief as she held her hand out, red oozing from the self inflicted would. Bleeding a trail of human deviancy down her arm, and slowly pooling with the blue blood dropping to the ground.

It was silent, the only sound being the wind driving it's way through the city, the pounding of Y/n's heart in her own hears and her uneven breathing. "Understood" Y/n's bloodied hand dropped to the back of the Android holding her, clean hand moving to comb it's way through short hair. Her eyes opened as multiple clicks echoed over the howling winds. Blonde danced in her view and Y/n released an uneasy half laugh in disbelief. The swat retreated back. "Simon?" The Android pulled back, his blue eyes scanning over Y/n's form hurriedly. "Are you okay?" Y/n nodded, a smile pulling at her lips as she gladly welcomed to tender touch of Simons hands on her cheeks. "You're trembling" blue eyes watched Y/n's hands as they moved to rest over Simons arm. "I'm terrified" Simons eyes moved to Y/n's face, concern pooling in his eyes as his thumbs wiped the trail of tears coming from her eyes as she spoke slowly. Solicitous eyes refusing to leave Simons features.

"But I'm more afraid of what life without you's like"

#dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader #dbh simon x reader #simon x reader #x reader #detroit become human simon x reader #dbh pl600 #dbh pl600 x reader #simon pl600 #pl600 x reader

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A FELLOW DOLLY SIMP

YESS SIIIIIRR. WE LOVE DOLORES IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!

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Freedom March

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you are here!)

Pairing: DBH Simon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is a human dedicated to helping the people of Jericho. They deal with Simon’s return from Stratford Tower, and the fact that they’ve been invited to join the upcoming Freedom March by Markus.

Word Count: 4866 (hOly SHIT)

Author’s Note: at long mcfucking last! Part three of Firelight!! ITS A LONG BOY!!! LONGER THAN PIECED TOGETHER!!! apparently i can only write things that are over 4k words now? this thing is only going to go on for a few more parts i think. i hope you all enjoy! any and all feedback is MUCH appreciated!!! 💙💙💙💙💙

It was relatively early in the evening when the winter sun began to set that day. The snowstorm had calmed, and the clouds were beginning to pass on to the east. Your anxiety had driven you out of the commotion inside the old freighter and onto the top deck, where you stood simply observing the sky as it began to burn orange against the skyline of Detroit. You held your fingers to your mouth, breathing slowly in an attempt to bring them some warmth, but the chill pervaded.

You were deep in thought, entirely conflicted about the situation you found yourself in. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that Simon was dead. The more you thought, the more you realized there was no feasible way he could ever escape the roof of Stratford Tower. Not in his injured state and certainly not now that, undoubtedly the whole place was swarming with police deep in a thorough investigation into the events that had occurred there. The part that made you uncomfortable was that you sincerely wished it was someone else. Maybe not Markus, considering he was the only one who had the courage to take the leap and begin this fight for android rights. It really seemed that Jericho needed him. But North or Josh? You had nothing against them, but if you had the chance you would genuinely trade either of their lives for Simon’s, and for what? Because of your personal feelings towards him? It didn’t sit right with you at all. You… you loved him, but you had nothing with him.

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Simon x Reader

Follow Simon as he navigates through this fascinating world, and discover all the strange new emotions.

A/N: Another song based fic. I think I might write more based on songs, cuz it’s easier for me to come out with something. Plus it’s fun.

Song: Sharon Van Etten - I Wish I Knew

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Simon x Reader

A short one about something troubling Simon as you visit Mafred’s house with him.

PURE FLUFF, slightly nsfw, just slightly

A/N: Probably the fluffiest I’ve written so far? My heart kept melting in the process of writing it. The best way to describe this one is that Simon is so adorable, I just want to scream, and I finally was able to put those screams into words (kind of?). Thank you for reading through this. Hope you enjoy as much as I do.

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Could I ask for Simon, Connor, Markus and RK900 reacting to their shy S/O/threader trying to flirt with them but instead getting really flustered and trying to awkwardly stutter out the line but then giving up and just asking them to kiss her?

A/N: Changed this one just slightly and made it pre-relationship because who doesn’t love a little embarrassment with their crush??

Warnings: Little bit of swearing, some fluff with some suggestiveness as well

Simon -

You had no idea how you were going to do this.

Simon was Simon and you were just...you.

He was one of the head people of the revolution right alongside Markus for god’s sake. How were you supposed to muster up the courage to be able to flirt with him? You know, other deviants don’t tell you the terms and conditions of what comes along with having feelings. It just made things more complicated. Couldn’t you just be friends with the pretty blonde android? Your mind wanted to say yes but every single other biocomponent in your body said no (specifically your thirium pump). Is that what humans feel? Gross.

Maybe he just saw you as a friend. Yeah, that could be it. Forget all this.

“You’re overthinking.” A voice came from the right of you, scaring you out of your internal rant. “It’s written all over your face.”

You shifted awkwardly in your spot as your gaze still rests on the particular blue-eyed PL600 model. “North, I don’t think I can do this.” A light bulb suddenly went off in your head. “Maybe you can-”

“I’m not passing the message off for you.” She laughed, crossing your arms before a slight cringe falls upon her features. “That would be weird.”

Letting out a breath of air, you shook your hands and jogged in place like you were getting ready to wrestle. “You’re right.” You said, giving a nod to her as she watches you with a judgmental yet amused look on her face. “I got this. I got this. I got this.” You repeated the phrase multiple times, trying to convince yourself.

Rolling her eyes, North pushed you forward and caused you to almost trip yourself. “Just go.”

Once you regained your balance, you began to walk forward while staring back at North who was giving you a supportive thumbs up (or her best attempt at one). You were so busy watching her that you didn’t realize you already made it to your destination and bumped into Simon.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry, Simon! D-Didn’t realize you were standing there!” You laugh nervously, internally swearing at yourself non-stop for being such a klutz.

The man gave you a kind smile that made your synthetic heart swoon. “It’s not a problem at all, (Y/N).” He was about to go back to whatever he was doing before you began again.

“Um, I was just wondering-” You trailed off, your eyes falling everywhere but his. “I couldn’t help but notice how much you’ve done for me.” Your (Y/N) orbs widen and your gaze snapped to him. “J-Jericho! Jericho, I mean. Not me, specifically.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, a look of concern dawning on him but there was still a small grin across his lips. “Are you alright?”

“Of course!” You squeaked a little too quickly before clearing your throat. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He blinked once before his smile grew a little more, curious as to what you were up to. “I don’t know...” He muttered, tilting his head, observing your microexpressions. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

You practically became jelly right then and there. You weren’t cut out for this. Your mind was whirling with too much and you just had to get out. Too bad your mouth spoke first.

“Because I want you to kiss me.”

You immediately gasped and covered your mouth. You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get away with a bunch of apologies but you were stopped by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

And a soft peck on your lips.

“You could’ve just led with that.” He whispered, his unbelievably warm hands cupping your face. “North was right about your face giving you away.”

‘Damn you, North.’ You thought, barely able to process what just happened. He began to leave feather light kisses all over, leaving you feeling more comforted than you ever have been.

‘But also, thank you, North.’

Connor -

You needed help fast. You knew Hank wanted nothing more than he already could handle with the robot. So, desperate times meant desperate measures.

“GAVIN!” You slammed your hands on his desk, knocking his cup of pens and pencils over.

“FUCK!” The detective shot up from his previous position of using his arms as a pillow. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever. It must’ve been a rough couple of days. And that definitely meant he wasn’t going to be in a jolly mood. “The hell do you want this time?”

Case and point.

You pulled up a chair and sat next to him, your chin on your hands with a cheeky grin which caused a look of both disgust and annoyance to be directed at you. “I need your assistance.”

Gavin raised a brow before scoffing, “Assistance?” He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch his aching back. “You spend so much time with that shit for brains that you’re even starting to sound like it.”

“Please?” You beg, knowing it would inflate his already huge ego.

There was a pause before he heaved an overly dramatic sigh and gestured for you to continue.

You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to phrase it. “Now, let’s say there was someone in the office you’re, um, interested in? How would you get their attention?”

Gavin’s head laid limp near his shoulder before it fell back so he could stare at the ceiling. “Ugh, I don’t fuckin’ knowww.” He grunted before throwing his arms up. “Flirt? Like, you know, a normal person?”

Flirting? You weren’t exactly the biggest expert at that. Well, maybe it won’t be too bad considering Connor was quite different than the average male. Unless he had to ability to have standards. Oh, god. What were his standards?

“Alright.” You replied, slowly getting up from your seat next to him. “Guess I’ll give it a shot.”

But, a hand raised mid-air forced you to stop in your tracks.

“Don’t tell me it has something to do with….” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his energy for handling anything quickly dwindling. “...WALL-E over there.” Your heavy silence made him grab the trash can from underneath his desk and begin to gesture from his mouth to the container. “I’m puking right now.”

You turned around and walked away from his childish antics.

“This is me puking!” He called out after you until you couldn’t hear him anymore before putting it back and going back to his nap.

Eventually, you made your way to Connor’s desk and noticed him scanning through files at a rapid pace. “Hey, Connor…” You began, causing his brown eyes to fall upon yours.

“Yes, (Y/N)? Did you need something?”

You were about to tell him never mind but you knew this was something you had to do.

“Could you come with me to the other break room for a second?” You watched as he glanced between you and his work before getting up with a small ‘okay’ and following you.

When you got there, you closed the door and silently fixed yourself a cup of coffee to look like you needed something from the room despite not being thirsty nor needing any more things to make you antsy.

“Were you able to look at the thing I sent you?” You asked, taking a small sip from the piping cup of joe.

He blinked, puzzled at first before raising his eyebrows. “Oh, yes! I found it very enjoyable. I don’t think I could ever get tired of all the dog content you send me!”

‘Do I really send him that much?’ You thought as you put your cup down, not really interested in it.

Connor pursed his lips before slightly squinting. “Why did you ask for me?”

Oh, right. The flirting. You cleared your throat before slowly approaching him. “You’ve been here for awhile, Connor.” You whisper, trying to look at least a little seductive.

“Yes, I have.” He stated, your efforts going right over his head.

Your fingers crawl up his suit jacket slowly. “Has anyone c-caught your eye?” You flutter your eyes, smiling.

What were you thinking?

“U-uh,” He stuttered as well, unsure of how to handle a situation like this. A situation where he had no clue what was going on. Or, maybe he did. He wasn’t sure if that’s what it was though. “I don’t understand, (Y/N). Could you care to-”

“Goddammit, Connor I’ve liked you for a long time and would really appreciate it if you just-”

The android slammed his lips to yours, his hands hovering over your waist, not knowing what to do past this point. You quickly broke it and you could see there was a brief flash of worry across his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

A couple beats passed until you giggled a bit, making him look at you. “I can’t fool a detective.” You giggle before pulling him back in again as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso, never wanting to let go.

And maybe it was just your imagination from being on cloud nine but you could’ve sworn you heard,

“Puke! Everywhere!”

Markus -

You really didn’t want to say that you had gained feelings for him over time but you knew you couldn’t deny it for so long. Even Carl could see it. He secretly would try and coordinate when you could come over and when Markus visited. Despite the artist’s health deteriorating, he still wanted to make sure the two of you were happy.

“Alarms deactivated. Welcome home, Markus”

An evil grin made its way across Carl’s tired face when you froze at the alarm system’s voice. “Go talk to him.” He said, patting your back to make you get up from the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m over watching the two of you tip toe around each other. Work your magic.”

Hesitantly, you got up off the bed but you nervously wringed your wrists, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “Maybe you’re right, Carl.”

“Of course I’m right. Now, go! I need to get some rest anyway.”

You ran your hands up and down your arms as you made your way out of the room and down the stairs, trying to calm your rising nerves. You didn’t see him at the entrance so he must’ve made his way to the main living room. Once you reached the doors, you put your hands on your knees, feeling as if you had already ran a marathon. Working up the courage before something like this really takes a lot out of you. Nodding, you hyped yourself up before taking a couple steps forward and causing the wooden doors to slide open.

Markus was placed right in the middle of the room on a couch, a book in hand as he slowly fingers through it. After becoming deviant, he’s taken his time when it comes to appreciating literature and other forms of art. Even if he could read it all in a millisecond, he wanted the material to really resonate with him. A minute or two passed by before he finally looked up in your direction and noticed you. Almost instantly, he sprung up from his sitting position and closed the book.

“(Y/N).” Markus breathed, disappointed in himself for not acknowledging you sooner. “I-I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrugged, walking around the couch so you weren’t speaking to him from across the room. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly do anything to make you notice I was there.”

He glanced discreetly between you and the book he was reading, stepping in front of it to block it from view. “You don’t have to do much to-” He began, but quickly lost his confidence. He led a whole revolution but couldn’t do this one simple thing. Maybe it was a little too human for his liking.

“What was that, Markus?” You asked softly, setting yourself down next to the spot where he was sitting moments before.

“It’s...nothing.” He muttered, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “How have you been?” He quickly changed the subject and placed himself next to you, perhaps a little closer than originally intended.

“I’ve been - okay.” You didn’t want to be too upfront about your feelings and how he was on your mind a lot. “Just caught up in work and all. Don’t really have a lot of time to rest.” You crossed your legs and rested your hands on top of your knee. “I’m sure you know all about that.”

You subtly pinched your hand after that came out of your mouth. ‘He doesn’t rest, (Y/N). He’s an android! Just, ugh, stop talking!’ You thought, painting a kind expression over your panic.

“Yeah, I do.” Markus chuckled, a hand placed over the book so you couldn’t read the title.

There was a long heavy silence and neither of you had the courage to break it. But, someone had to speak.

“What’re you reading?” You leaned over, trying to see what he was keeping so close to himself.

He proceeded to move the book further out of sight. “Oh, just something Carl gave me.”

You eyed him suspiciously, his lack of being forward with you only making it more intriguing. He couldn’t get away that easily. You decided, and without even thinking much first, that you should dive for the book. Markus clearly wasn’t prepared for this sudden change in energy. He used his forearm to try and push you away, his other hand still grasping onto the cover, blocking you from seeing it.

“(Y/N), please!” Markus shouted, a giant grin plastered on his face despite having to fight you off. “This isn’t going to get you anywhere!”

You ignored his pleas and still tried to reach for the item, crawling all over him and doing your best to push his strong arm away. What you hadn’t realized was the compromising position you put yourselves in. When you finally paused to catch your breath, you noticed how you were practically on top of the android as he still held the book above his head. A heavy blush returned to your face but you didn’t try and get up.

“S-So,” You whisper, still out of breath as you stared into his eyes. “I guess you could say I fell for-” You immediately choked, not being able to finish the pun. Maybe it was the lack of air to your head or the impending doom of embarrassment.

You gulped, your gaze falling on his lips. It was now or never. Your voice was incredibly shaky as you let out a small whisper, “C-Could I-”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Your lips meshed together perfectly as the two of you moved in sync. So, this is what happens when you tip toe around someone too much. The book dropped from his grasp and his hands found their way into your hair to deepen the kiss while own fingers slid down his chest and made their way underneath his shirt.

You never did find out what he was reading.

RK900 -

You’re insane.

Have you not realized by now that this android and anything to do with genuine emotions does not go together?

Like, at all?

Anything that shows just a sign of weakness would be a no from him. He still didn’t understand why he was paired up with you as a partner for work. You were one of the shyest there was while he, on the other hand, was one of the most blunt and up front beings ever. Seriously, someone could be having the best day and all Conner had to say was one single thing and he could ruin it all. But, it’s what made him an excellent detective. Plenty of deviants have cracked under the enormous pressure that he puts them through. Guess you could say you were like a good cop and bad cop duo.

And maybe because he was the complete opposite of you, it made you all the more attracted to him. He never showed hesitation when it came to something and you admired him for that. Even if he could be the biggest dick about some of the things. You couldn’t really blame him, though. You knew CyberLife had to fix the “mistakes” from his previous model, the RK800, which was showing too much emotion.

So, uh, what made you believe he could change things around for you?

You. A young detective that’s just trying to make a living and pay the bills to get by. What about you would make Conner interested? To go against his programming?

Thoughts like these never really helped you when it came to your confidence about the topic. You wanted to believe you could make him feel at least something but you knew it was going to have to take a lot of work. You tried though. Over and over again, you would give him small compliments on his process of handling things. Yet, he’d merely dismiss whatever you’d say.

“I merely do what I have to do in the most efficient way possible.” He’d tell you, focused on whatever he was doing at the time. “It’s not about it being good or bad to others.”

You didn’t know why he couldn’t just take a compliment. Could it have been because they made him feel better which was different from the normal way he saw himself? He was more comfortable with just doing his job without someone mentioning anything about it? Most likely. As mentioned, anything to do with a change in his feelings was a no from the android.

It still didn’t stop you.

“Why do you do that?” Conner asked, coming off as incredibly harsh yet being genuinely curious.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered in reply, suddenly becoming overly nervous from being unprepared for such confrontation.

He glared intensely at you, leaning his head as he slowly walked up to you. It was incredibly intimidating, to say the least. “The compliments.” He began to walk around you in circles, almost as if you were his prey. “The flattery.”

“I-I just-” You could barely get a word out without messing it up.

Eventually, he stopped right in front of you. “Why?”

You tried to take a step back from him, seeing how close he was, but you were stopped by a surface against your back. Great, you were stuck.

“I don’t know.” Your eyes were everywhere but him. “I just a-admire the way you do things. Efficient, I guess.”

Conner seemed to enjoy that word. Efficient. It didn’t have any ties to it. It wasn’t good or bad. Much like he was in your opinion. Maybe your use of the word here would make him back off.

He scoffed a bit, approaching you a little more and removing the small distance you had. “Admire?” It was extremely evident that he was mocking you. “Why me? Do humans usually attach to things they know they can’t have?”

Ouch.

“You’re an asshole.” You hissed, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “I can’t believe I-”

“You what?” Conner whispered, looking down at you because of his height and his chest was just barely touching yours.

You remained quiet, your glare pointed at the floor but you couldn’t help glancing up at his faces and to his lips for just a split second before looking away from him again. You don’t know why you thought you could get away with it.

“Ask me.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked up into his eyes that never once strayed away from your own. “What?”

The RK900 glanced down at your own lips just like you did with him before returning back to your gaze.

You couldn’t believe what he was implying. It just didn’t seem like something he’d do. “Y-You’re being ridiculous.” You huffed, trying to move past him until his arm stopped you from moving any more.

“Ask me.”

Crossing your arms, you faced him fully once more. “Alright then…” You began, gaining a whole new burst of courage. “Kiss me.”

You were roughly pushed up against the wall behind you and you just barely let out a yelp before his mouth crashed itself into yours. Your brain could barely even process what was going on before he pulled at your waist to bring you even closer to him. His tongue dragged itself across your bottom lip before grabbing it between his teeth with a slight pull. You couldn’t help but respond with a moan before digging your fingers into his practically perfect hair, messing it up.

For someone so bland, you had never thought about what he could be behind closed doors.

You obviously weren’t complaining though.

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