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lizhly-writes · 1 year
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If you're still in the mood for the ask game, 5 7 9 10 14 for Zhao Yuhang. Been a hot minute since he last showed up and I miss him.
hello there! aahhhh man, this guy! i suppose you're right, it has been a while -- thank you for missing him!
5. Has your OC been caught doing anything embarrassing and if so, what was it?
Zhao Yuhang has cheerfully done a variety of embarrassing things with little to no sense of shame. He has probably performed almost every single disgustingly sweet cliché romance trope you have ever seen.
Here’s something that probably will embarrass him once he realizes it: the fact that he’s been doing regular, outrageous, dramatically over-the-top flirting with his best friend for 8 goddamn years, and he’s never even registered it as flirting.
7. What kind of music does your OC like and does anyone judge them because of it?
He’s really fond of drama OSTs and cheesy love songs. All of his friends give him shit about it.
9. Is there anything that your OC is extremely good at but hates doing?
He’s really good at school. He’s one of those ‘gifted’ kids that get fantastic grades without even trying, which is great for him because he’s got zero interest in trying. The only thing he likes about school is that he gets to talk to his friends there.
10. If your OC plays a horror game, would they chicken out after the first 15 minutes or play through the entire thing?
Entirely depends on if someone else is there. If he’s alone and starts getting freaked out and he does not have the option to get someone to play with him or sit next to him? Yeah, he’s noping out.
14. Is there anything that your OC is extremely passionate about?
I'm not quite sure this counts, but he's really invested in people -- he cares a lot about making and maintaining relationships. It's not that he cares so much about connections, exactly? It's just that he really really likes people in general. I'm actually mildly tempted to give him a degree in psychology/human behavioral stuff? Well, we'll see.
send me an ask!
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ao3feed-connor · 5 years
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Malfunction
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TTjP0B
by acepotato
You are Detective (y/n) Anderson, the daughter and partner of Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Until a string of android related homicide cases start popping up more frequently. CyberLife has sent android Connor to assist the two of you in your investigations. Hank hates the idea but you don't hate androids. In fact, you believe humans should coexist alongside androids and have conducted your own personal research to help understand them. As the case progresses Connor befriends the two of you. But quickly the android finds himself acting strangely around you. He is unsure of the sensation, believing that he may be malfunctioning.
Words: 1007, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Reader
Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader (father-daughter)
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Hank's daugter
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TTjP0B
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lizhly-writes · 1 year
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God, asking abt Yuhang made me remember the whole THING abt the mobster Haoran found KO'd on the street (bc last we saw Yuhang was when Haoran was??? Drugged???). Was there already a follow up piece to that or did I just have an elaborate fever dream abt Haoran getting this really poorly disguised stalker following him around? But honestly the way Haoran is (incidentally or otherwise) collecting the other male leads like pokemon is so funny to me.
AHAHA yeah that! I did, as it happens, write a followup. But it never made it to tumblr, and while I did play around with creepy stalker vibes, I was going to scrap it, since it didn’t quite vibe with what I was trying to plot out. I don’t believe you’re making this up from whole cloth though – I think you might be remembering bits from Chen Lihua’s stalker over here.
Well, we’re only at two love interests for Yang Haoran! Three, if you count Jiang Mingxi! Just enough for a Pokemon battle, but no more. I have not been planning on giving him more, but I will admit that I throw things in depending on whether or not I find it funny, soooo we'll see.
Anyway! Anyway!!! Your ask got me thinking about the followup again, so I started working on it. Here's a piece of it, under the cut.
Yang Haoran really thought he had successfully gotten away with it.  He’d been a bit nervous, but after a week with nothing out of the ordinary – well, more out of the ordinary than usual – he thought it would be fine to let his guard down.
He was so very, very wrong.
One day, as Yang Haoran was coming into work, he found a vaguely familiar man already at his desk, absently tracing fingers over the characters on Yang Haoran’s nameplate.
“...Hello, can I help you?” said Yang Haoran, whose memory for faces was not exactly the best.
It worried him that the man was vaguely familiar. Vaguely familiar meant that Yang Haoran had met him before, and he was a little too finely dressed to be a typical office drone – so, likely a higher-up that Yang Haoran had seen at a meeting or something similar.
Yang Haoran did not think there were very good reasons for a higher-up to unexpectedly be at his desk. Sure, Yang Haoran was a nepotism hire, so he couldn’t be fired, but nepotism only took you so far when the people who got you the position didn’t really like you very much in the first place.
“Was there a meeting this morning?” Yang Haoran said cautiously. “I don’t seem to remember getting an invite?”
“You saved my life,” said the man, and abruptly Yang Haoran figured out why the man looked familiar.  He looked a lot different under the office lights and not covered in his own blood.  
The first thought Yang Haoran had was, oh, good, I’m not in trouble.
The second thought Yang Haoran had was, I should have let him die. 
“What,” Yang Haoran said slowly, instead of fuck dammit, like he wanted to.
The man smiled. It was a nice smile, as far as smiles went, and Yang Haoran would appreciate it a lot more if it wasn’t caused by his own mistakes coming back to haunt him. “I’m sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Wu Youxuan. You’re Yang Haoran.”
It wasn’t a question. Yang Haoran wished it was a question.
“Yes, I see you’ve read my nameplate,” Yang Haoran said. He should have left it home. It wasn’t as if It was a real nameplate, he wasn’t high-ranking enough for the company to actually give him one. No, this was a joke that Zhao Yuhang had presented to him, saying something along the lines of “You don’t think you’ll be important enough for people to know your name? But you’re so important in my heart, A-Hao! Everyone should know who you are!”
...Anyway.
Yang Haoran smiled – pleasant, professional, and puzzled. “I’m… not sure what you’re talking about. I think you might have the wrong person?”
Let no one say that Yang Haoran was a bad liar.
“Is that so? It’s just – your face looks very familiar. I was in, ah, a predicament a little while ago, and I could have sworn…”
“Are you sure it wasn’t someone who looked five to six points similar? Maybe I just have one of those faces.”
Yang Haoran knew for a fact that he did not have one of those faces. He was supposed to be a character worthy of the attentions of the female lead, capable of making the main character feel unworthy by merely existing. The young master of the Yang family, well-dressed, head high, hair swept out of his face, had an objectively striking appearance and presence, quite possibly aided by some plot-driven aura attached to his person.
The key was that Yang Haoran, messy-haired and with the style and demeanor of an average salaryman, didn’t.
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