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panevanbuckley · 5 years

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For One Night

“For me?” Connor pleas and how can Markus resist those innocent puppy dog eyes? Gorgeous brown eyes staring over at him from across their small shared room in the ‘android apartments’, lips pressed into an irresistible pout.

With a reluctant sigh leaving his lips, Markus relents. He closes the short distance between them in a few quick strides and plants a chaste kiss over Connor’s mouth – smiling as he feels Connor’s previous pout melt into a contented smile similar to his own. “Okay, if you must.” Markus speaks, voice low as he barely inches far enough back from Connor to not be speaking into his mouth. He still eyes the sweater captured in Connor’s clutches with a cautious glare; it’s the most embarrassing item of clothing he thinks he’s ever laid sight on.

The sweater is one of those ridiculous couples holiday sweaters, usually used for pranks or fun according to the quick search he did in the first few seconds of seeing it. It’s two sweaters sewn together through the middle, resulting in only two sleeves for a total of four arms.

This particular monstrosity is following the festive colour scheme of red and green, opposite sides contrasting each other so that one sweater is green is red hemming and the other is red with green hemming. The makers of such a sweater then, absurdly so, have embroidered the words ‘I’ve been nice’ and ‘I’ve been naughty’ on the two sweaters respectively, using a glittering white thread that glimmers as the light catches it just right.

Markus hates to think where Connor found such an item.

There was no surprise when Connor excitedly shoved the ‘I’ve been nice’ side of the sweater in Markus’ direction, giddily slipping his part over his own head. Markus laughed, reaching an arm out to run his fingers through Connor’s now dishevelled hair, tucking a loose curl back into place only to watch it fall over the side of his face again. Connor just shot a cheeky smirk in his direction as he gestured for Markus to slip the sweater on.

Connor would be lying if he said that he wasn’t pleased with the finished result, glancing at their reflection in the mirror on the closet door. His eyes met Markus’ through the mirrored glass and he smiled, warmth flooding his system as he felt Markus reach out for his hand through the shared middle of the sweater. He felt Markus’ thumb brush over his knuckles, the soft contact of skin leaving tingles in its tracks. From outside the sweater, it wouldn’t be known that they were holding hands. The intimacy made Connor bite his lip to distract from the warm feeling he felt.

As an added touch to the outfit, Connor pulled out two headbands designed specifically for Christmas – a holiday usually celebrated by humans but quickly shared with androids too (or at least, those that wished to celebrate). Felt reindeer antlers were fastened to the headbands, and as Connor turned to slide Markus’ one over his head after doing his own, he didn’t miss the way the RK200 tried to cover his amusement up with a frown.

Straightening the antlers on top of his lover’s head, Connor smiled with accomplishment – a blue check mark appearing besides the mission of ‘make Markus look outrageously cute’. Leaning forward, Connor pressed a delicate kiss to Markus’ cheek, lingering within the other’s space long enough to brush their noses together and share a private look. Markus’ mismatched eyes flickered with emotion as Connor stared into them – a trait of the other that Connor adored; Markus could never hide his feelings, not completely.

Cheekily nipping at Markus’ nose to break them both from the bubble that was surrounding them, Connor pulled away and cast another last glance at them both in the mirror.

The sweaters had been his and North’s idea. They’d decided upon throwing an ugly sweater party amongst those in New Jericho – androids and humans alike, whoever decided to show up was welcome. It was just something to bring some holiday cheer to the place and those there, a year after the revolution, to avoid fixating on the anniversary of those that sacrificed themselves for their freedom and instead celebrate it. It’s what the gone would have wanted.

They’d spread the message through word of mouth, telling those invited that they were free to buy their own sweaters from a store or, if equipped with the skills, they were more than welcome to make their own.

When Connor had told Hank about it, the older detective had laughed and brought up some Google searches on his phone of stupid couples sweaters that people supposedly wore for a laugh. He insisted that Connor buy one for himself and Markus, since this was their first Christmas together as a couple. Connor knew that Markus would be against the idea, not wanting to look so ridiculous in front of his people, but what better way to show that you’re not the ‘all-perfect leader’ that many androids seemed to believe? Also, Connor desperately wanted to spend time with Markus and just be happy over the smallest of things, and if forcing his lover to wear an ugly sweater was the way to go about it then so be it.

Upon sharing the thought with North, Connor was fully persuaded that this was a good idea. A great one, according to his closest friend (Hank not included since he was pretty much family at this point, who Connor suspected just wanted to see Markus make a fool of himself. He had been worried that Markus may be offended, but then North reassured him that it was just an opportunity to have fun and ‘what are the holidays for if not to have a laugh, Connor?’.

Markus had also been looking much more stressed as of lately, and Connor knew that he was because he often checked the RK200’s stress levels and they were never lower than 46%. It was unhealthy for Markus to push himself so much, even if it was in the attempts to sort out a better freedom for androids. Connor didn’t think it was worth it if it killed a part of Markus inside with each day of long hours, endless paperwork and dead-end conference calls.

North agreed with Connor, insisting that he needed to do something to help destress their leader, ‘and no, Connor, I don’t mean shove your dick up his ass – as much as he may enjoy it!’ she’d stated, causing Simon who was sat at the desk over from them to stammer over his systems so badly that he dropped a whole stack of files from his hands. Connor had blushed blue at the comment, however true it may be (don’t judge him, he’d found that sex significantly lowered his lover’s stress levels and helped him relax so really...who would blame him?).

He didn’t take her advice to heart, mind you. Some things worked as a temporary stress reliever for both himself and Markus and honestly, he couldn’t care less if it was a bad coping strategy or not (it’s not like it’s bad for their health). And Markus never complained.

When they both arrived outside the church, Connor almost backed out of the plan.

Hand still intertwined with Connor’s, Markus gave him a gentle squeeze whilst rolling his eyes playfully. “You’ve dragged me this far, I’m not turning back now.” he said, matter-of-factly with a hint of amusement in his tone, as he dragged them both through the large double doors and inside.

The church had been completely transformed from the usual cold interior to a warm festive appearance; largely decorated with what Connor deducted was mostly hand-me-downs from human supporters (most of whom he assumed would be attending tonight). Familiar faces milled around the crowds, laughter and conversation along with loud Christmas songs flooding Connor’s sound unit with such force that he had to adjust the settings to make it more bearable.

They continued to walk through the crowds of party-goers, smiling in the directions of greetings thrown their way before they spotted their close friends milled around the drinks table. No surprise there, Connor thought briefly.

When their friends laid eyes on them as they approached, they couldn’t hold back their barks of laughter. Connor didn’t miss how Markus was now smiling freely – having realised that nobody here cared about how he looked, they all simply cared if he was happy. It was understandable; Connor felt the same as most of the androids here in the fact that he believed he owed Markus for his life. Nobody would say anything against their leader smiling and enjoying a night with his lover, even if he wore a ridiculous sweater whilst doing so.

Their friends also wore terrible sweaters. Simon’s was just a clash of awful colours and pom-poms sewn on, making him look like he simply rolled a bunch of materials over himself. Josh had the most acceptable sweater on, with ‘Merry Christmas’ written using beautiful embroidery thread. However, it was knitted completely out of glittery wool. North, unsurprisingly, had a crude sweater on which was similar to Hank’s own sweater that simply stated ‘fuck off’. Connor could only hope that there weren’t many children at the party.

Hank clapped the two boys over their shoulders, squeezing slightly as he smiled, “How do you both manage to make such a stupid sweater look cute?” he commented, taking a sip from his glass – which, after a quick scan, Connor revealed was just water. Hank had been cutting down on the alcohol, after much insistence from Connor himself.

Markus laughed at Hank’s words, taking the glass of enhanced thirium (basically wine for androids) offered to him by Simon with a grateful smile. North raised an eyebrow as she pulled them into a quick hug, pointedly looking at Connor’s sweater and reading it. “I’m not even going to ask.”

Connor smirked, sending a quick wink her way. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

By the end of the night, and a couple glasses of enhanced thirium later, Markus came to the conclusion that Connor’s ideas were not half as bad as he may believe them to be at first thought. He definitely felt more at ease and he was enjoying spending time with his friends without having to worry about work-related topics. Maybe Connor had been right when he’d said the RK200 needed a night off. He took another sip of his drink, agreeing that he could relax. For one night.

Markus doesn’t remember feeling so utterly unbothered by things, feeling so carefree and just merry, in a long while. Perhaps never, if you disregard the late nights and early mornings spent wrapped in Connor’s arms, sharing memories and feelings through their interface with only the sound of nature to accompany them. Nothing would beat those moments of absolute bliss.

Sensing Markus’ overthinking, Connor squeezed his hand – which was still clutched with his own, fingers tangled together like they were designed to fit beside each other. Connor didn’t speak, still listening to the exaggerative storytelling of North and Simon, but he leant closer to Markus and nuzzled his nose into Markus’ shaven hair and inhaled deeply, a smile plastered over his lips. The small gesture made Markus feel all sorts of emotions: want, happiness, peace and most of all, love. Shifting his head subtly, Markus managed to capture Connor’s smiling lips with his own in a sweet kiss, a soft exhale slipping through the gap of their lips as he felt Connor lean into his body more and kiss him back.

His internal clock told him they’d been kissing for over five minutes now, but Markus would have happily continued it if it hadn’t been for the loud gag that came from North as she swatted at both of their arms. Connor chuckled, not apologising as he leaned forward again to place a final kiss to Markus’ lips as Markus smirked. He definitely didn’t miss the proud smile on North’s face even as she made a comment about them being disgustingly sweet.

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nock-and-bolt · 3 years

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hi i’m new here and I was hoping you could recommend some blogs for me to follow 🥺👉👈 ive been looking in the tags but tumblr’s tagging system is so dysfunctional it’s hard to tell what blogs are still active.

Hiya “new here,” I’m nock-and-bolt! xD I’m going to assume that you’re looking for DBH-related blog recs, cause that is the primary fandom I’ve immersed myself (and this blog) in beyond all belief or logical reasoning. 😂

Fair warning, you’re gonna get way more than you bargained for with this lil ask.

*ahem* So I actually asked a similar question to @mollyinthewater earlier and she came up with this beautiful compilation of DBH blogs to follow:

artists: @jude-shotto, @16ruedelaverrerie, @sholtooxenstierna, @hs-gmac, @phckingusername, @chicago-reeed, @lukelemon-art, @thekaiserroll, @qvbit, @mspain, @sunsetagain, @kokoneakita, @caleb-crow, @olivia313, @lemonowl900, @opossum-with-a-pencil, @putriart, @lukasvdm, @marndraws, @epicqtefail, @disterra, @empyreanaxis808, @sacchi-hue, @queondamicronda, @pechagthlecha, @incaseyouart, @anataarts, @chuck-the-goon, @chloride, @detroitbecame-me, and @amarytha

writers: @pinkwebby, @emiliaf25, @sheyshocked, @allegedlyanandroid, @headfulloffantasy, @coffee-chaos, @monchikyun, @zemxem, @coffeeboy900, @quantic-crazed, @yayen-chan, @phcking-detective, and @six-video-game-peaches

gifs/humor/misc: @dbh-comics, @detroitbecomefandom, @phckin-succulent, @well-they-fucked-up, @dbh-incorrect-quotes, @dbh-fanfic-zone, @androidtrash800, @get-me-a-coffee-dipshit, @itsmemartinaleanza, @rumithe, @tokyoloveshotel, @markusandnorth, @rk-1800, @sicparvismyass, @cyberconnors, @thiriumcocktail, and @konami-code-ao3

blogs that aren't particularly focused on dbh but do produce/reblog content for it now and then: @chenpath-art, @n4c9s, @lomallama, @le-blanc-renard, @unusualmuffin-art, @odd-animations, @xxnounaxx, @shae-c-art, @artepotter, and @meorix.

AAAND, since then, I have thusly dived even deeper into the DBH fandom (if that’s even possible lmao) and would like to add these guys to the list:

art/screenshot-related: @mimorugk, @aurea-b-art, @julientel, @connor-the-deviant-rk800, @blue-blood-and-red, @pupmkincake2000, @queenofsimarkus, @karasmemory, @kyogo-nieve, @ninesvin, @ohnopoorconnor, @jerichogallery, @connorinabeanie, @that-android-from-cyberlife, @pacifistmarkus, @my-name-is-markus-with-a-k, @vapewraith, @markayla-rk200, @serotoninarts, and @pl600please

writing-related: @howtodisassembleyourdeviant, @rk1kheadcanons, @wasscared, @ao3feed-reed900, @rk1kinspiration, @fandom-necromancer, @artistic-revolutionist, @head-shot-60, @ao3feed-connor, @illratte, @jericholeader, @archadianskies, and @anomalous-appliances

gifs/humor/misc: @connorandersons-blog, @rk1k-hyperfixated, @androidtrashfire, @dbh-connorrk800, @synthetic-deviant, @echoesbeyondtherain, @justsomerk1000, @gaydeviants, @conn-tinuity, @awkwardrat-dbh, @detroit-become-human-analyze, @bumblee-bee, @adhd-gavin-reed, @connara-and-friends, @gavinisqueertbh, @rk1kincorrect, @detroit-becomenerd, @yanderedbh, @cyberlifeangel, @pixelcube24, @maincharactersumo, @redicereed, @putting-connor-in-rice, @deviant-sasshole, @ke1200-deviant, @ask-hank-anderson, @jimins-right-thigh, @ashthedeviant, @androidswholikedogs, @aurora-nerin, @ruok900, and @driftingdeviant

Some blogs are more active than others, but most of at least the ones I added have updated within at least the last 35-ish days? Some reblog a bunch of stuff, some produce original content, all of them are part of le lovely DBH community 😘

I’ve also definitely missed some blogs (very very sorry if I missed you), so anyone/everyone is free to add on. But on balance this comprises most of my masterlist of currently-active, specifically DBH-centric blogs (besides the less-specific ones molly mentioned).

I’m 90% sure you had no idea what you’d be getting by asking this question.

But there you go. 😂 Hope it helps!

(P.S. Okay also to everyone I @’ed—sincerest apologies, feel free to flay me alive and eviscerate my soul for bothering you, I truly deserve it for committing such a heinous act, but I did it so ppl can more easily click on your name to follow you and also I just couldn’t resist the chance to gather, like, such a large portion of the active DBH tumblr fandom all in one place to support and promote one another.)

DBH fandom...ASSEMBLE!

(Okay now I really do deserve to be flayed alive. 😂 It’s fine. I just come with the very special message that I love and appreciate you all for making this fandom such a wonderful place and by RA9 I had better shut up now, I’m taking up so much space it’s not even funny 😂😂😂)

#dbh #dbh fandom #dbh blogs #detroit become human #detroit become human blogs #my sincerest apologies #i really do love and appreciate every single one of you #including the ones i missed bc my eyes are burning from looking at so many usernames lmao #feel free to add yourself #you're all amazing #pls don't kill me for tagging you #❤️❤️❤️#d:bh #detroit: become human #detroit: bh

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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Happy 100 followers! We shall follow you around like ducklings wherever you may go 🦆

For a prompt how about either a markus-centric or connor-centric story (you can chose) canonverse, gen or rk1k (you can chose) based around the song "broken machine" by nothing but theives? 👀💖

//ooh?? Song ask!!! //Let’s have Connor-centric through Markus’s eyes

The revolution had brought with it many traumatized androids, with all they had been through Markus would have been surprised if it hadn’t. He had his own as well, but the trauma he knew the most intimately was Connor’s. He avoided stasis like it would kill him, and Markus knew why he had gotten to see what passed through Connor’s mind when there was nothing to keep him busy. Flashes of death, Connor’s own and those of other androids, Amanda and her words, the knowledge that with failure came death, and his fears. Deviancy had been unkind to many of them, but most had come to adjust to their new found freedoms. Not Connor, it seemed to split him down the middle. There was Connor the Android Sent by Cyberlife, and a Connor that was lost, confused, and afraid. Connor was stuck in the middle of who he could be and what he was designed as, and it was painful. He had one foot in both worlds and the line seemed to be getting more defined the longer he stood. Connor’s ‘reasonable’ solution to his stasis errors was simply not to sleep until he couldn’t process anything at all. So he was sleeping one night every few weeks depending on his work load and Markus was starting to worry. He couldn’t go on like this for too much longer, his systems would start to fail. They were taking a moment alone in Markus’s study and he was painting Connor as usual. They were making small talk, but Connor’s responses were gradually taking longer. Tonight, if he was fortunate would be a night that Connor slept. He didn’t have his hopes too high. Maybe, since neither of them had anything going on now, he could try and get Connor to rest now.

“Connor?” He asked tentatively as he set his brush in the mug of water Connor had gotten him that was one of a set, this one said ‘Paint Water’ the one in their room that he used for thirium said ‘Not Paint Water’ on it. He waited until those soulful brown eyes were on him, “When was the last time you took a break?” he avoided using stasis because that had the risk of setting Connor off. Connor furrowed his brows and frowned clearly thinking about it, if not the best way to lie to Markus, “A few weeks ago. The errors are getting worse so I am avoiding it.” He was tired enough to be honest so that was a bonus, “I have an idea that might help of you are willing to try it.” He offered, he didn’t know if Connor would be up for it, but they needed to do something and they were running out of options. “What did you have in mind.” It took Connor a moment to respond and his LED was slowly rotating between yellow and blue. “We interface while in stasis, maybe having someone you can trust with you will help you rest better.” It sounded dumb when he said it out loud, but aside from hooking him up to a rig and actually monitoring his vitals in stasis it was the best he had. “Are you sure you want to see what happens in my head when I have nothing to stop it?” Connor pushed back. Markus sighed and made his way to the couch, “Connor, I have seen you at your worst. Regrets and memories are not going to be what it takes to scare me off. I love you, and seeing you like this hurts. Let me try and help you.” He took one of Connor’s hands in both of his smearing paint onto his synthskin, “I want to see you well again.” “We can try it. But if it winds up affecting you negatively, we stop. Okay?” Markus didn’t like it, but that would be what it took to get Connor to agree. “Alright, and if I need to break the interface I will.” He stood and pulled Connor with him, “Let’s get you some rest.”

They got ready for bed, something Markus insisted on, believing rest to be easier if you were comfortable. Once they got into bed he put one arm around Connor and intertwined their fingers and let him start the interface when he was ready. His other hand he had running through Connor’s hair to help soothe him. He let the brunette drift off and hoped he could withstand whatever it was Connor saw every night.

@connork1000

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connorandersons-blog · 4 years

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The Perfect Interview

Connor is offered an interview with an elusive CEO of an upcoming company. He expected many things but not for the man to be absolutely gorgeous and the company to be perfect for him. Hopefully he can keep himself in check for the interview.

Or: You’re interviewing me for a job at your company, but you’re distractingly attractive and all I can picture is us making out on your desk.

(A RK1K fic!)

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Connor straightens his tie for the fifth time since he had gotten dressed. Which was an hour and a half ago but he still felt his outfit was a bad decision. It wasn't like he even had that much to pick from, but still. A white button-down, nice slacks, and a tie seemed a bit too plain now.

But he couldn't go back now or he'd be late for his interview. His interview with a very prestigious CEO of a major upcoming company. Connor had heard so many things about the man but never had actually seen him. No one had, it was actually a pretty big mystery.

Connor assumed he'd be an old white man like every other CEO, but he wasn't going to judge. Hell, he was being offered the job interview, no way he was turning this opportunity down. To be head of security and even a possible bodyguard for said CEO was a massive opportunity. He knew he wasn't the only one to have gotten the offer but he had to make a good first impression.

Yet his hands shook as he stared up at the tall building he had arrived at. Connor actually adored the city, he loved having so many places he could go and most within walking distance. He had passed this very building plenty of times but never thought he'd work there.

The skyscraper towered above him as great monoliths of concrete and glass. But there was something rather unique about this one. It has balconies with plants and solar panels, but on the ground held even more green. It had an abundance of flowers meant to attract bees and Connor smiled.

The CEO may be allusive but he certainly cared about the planet, his customers, and his workers. That's what made this so incredible, it was a perfect company to work for. It has gotten threats because of its strong views, hence the need for more (new and improved) security for the company as a whole but also for the CEO.

He took in a slow deep breath before walking into the building. His breath was caught at the enormous tree growing in the middle of the large room. He hasn't expected that, but the tree was definitely real and looked rather healthy too. Comfortable benches with cushions let those sit and relax around the tree. Connor noted a coffee and tea stand that many stopped by. Most also handed over an identical card, while others used cash or something else

Many people roamed around and he was pleasantly shocked at the diversity. He even saw several people with mobility aids moving around as well. He felt his heart stutter at the very visible rainbow flag that said 'Love is Love'. Damn, he really wanted to work here.

Now to meet the CEO, well the receptionist who would send him up to the CEO's secretary who would then let him see the CEO. So, two people, he was guaranteed to meet first.

He walked up to the counter with a confident and friendly smile on his face. Though, his father had said he had a 'derpy smile and should stick with a indifferent face'. "Hello, my name is Connor Anderson and I'm here for an interview." His voice didn't even shake!

The woman looks up and smiles gently at him. That's something odd about her. No, not odd, different, and inquisitive. It's almost like she can see into his soul, it kind of makes him want to turn tail and run.

"Hello, it's wonderful to meet you. You will do well, Markus is on the top floor, you're free to go up now." She nodded towards the elevators and Connor couldn't help but give her an awkward smile.

That was a bit ominous but he shrugs it off as he makes his way to the elevators. There aren't many people in there but none seem too shocked he's going to the top, instead, they seem curious. Not in the cruel way some older adults are, but simply wondering who he was. He was a new face and it seemed plenty of people knew each other as they talked softly.

The elevator ride isn't long but it still feels like an eternity before he reaches the top. The top floor doesn't even have that much in it, not that Connor can see. There is a meeting room, which Connor assumes holds the most crucial meetings. There is the room where assumes the CEO will be behind, and three others that he can see.

There is also the secretary's area which is as large as a room but without a door. He walks up, and the woman sitting there looks up. Her face is fierce and almost stern as she looks him over. If he didn't know any better it would look like he was meat and she was deciding if he was good enough to eat or not. Not in the sexual way, though, he got massive lesbian vibes off her.

Her name tag said North, that was a unique name but oddly fitting and rather pretty too.

She is stunning, frown and all. Her strawberry blonde hair drapes over her shoulder in a loose braid, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. "Anderson. Connor Anderson, right?" She asks.

"Yes, that's me. I'm supposed to have an interview at 2?" He didn't lean on the counter, simply stood with his arms by his side, trying to appear open.

She nods and types something on her computer. "Alright, you can go in." She nodded to the door and Connor beamed at her.

"Thank you." She gave a small nod, watching him attentively. Damn, she could be security with the intensity of her stare. He definitely wouldn't fuck with anyone behind that door.

He knocked before entering, closing the door behind him. Oh shit. He would gladly fuck the man sitting there, though. His skin was a beautiful color, making his two-colored eyes stand out even more. He wore a wine red, slim-fit, three-piece suit. He had a black button-down making him look even sharper. He sat there in the aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor, showing off the best parts of him.

The man had shoulders for days and when he stood up with a smile Connor was ready to melt. Or even drop to his knees. He was most definitely not a white old man.

Hot CEO who cared about people? Yeah, Connor was swooning. He also had a small scar over one of his eyes that had Connor transfixed. "H-hi, my name is Connor. I'm here for an interview." God, he was gay. So very, very gay. He was actually bi, but right now he only had eyes for the man in front of him.

"Markus Manfred, it's wonderful to meet you, Connor." He offered a hand that Connor readily took. It was so warm and a bit thicker than Connor's own. He didn't want to let go, but holding on too long could be a red flag. "Please sit."

Connor nodded and sat down, feeling spectacularly undressed. Though, he'd love for Markus to undress him even more. "Thank you for having me. I must say, I was a bit surprised at the offer and the fact my interview would be with you personally."

He expected a manager or someone for HR at least. Not that he wasn't absolutely thrilled at this, he'd gladly meet Markus again and again.

Markus's laugh was what he assumed angels sounded like. "It is a bit different, but I think that's how most see the whole company. Since we would be working so close, I prefer to get a feel for you myself."

'Please feel me up,' Connor thought, his face flushing at the thought. He needed a cold shower and a slap to the face. "I think what you've done is admirable, it's far more than most would do."

"Far more? You believe there is more I could do?" Markus leaned forward on his desk, a small upturn to his lips. Those lips probably would feel so good on his own, or kissing down his neck.

Right, he needed to focus. Connor wasn't one to stay too quiet about his opinions even in the face of very powerful men. "Yes, you are very secretive, which I can understand. But there aren't nearly enough men of color in power that is shown. I believe you could do a lot of good as a role model for youth of color."

He himself was white, but he tried to stay up to date on the world and attempted to use his voice to amplify those who were silenced.

Markus's eyes widen at Connor's words. "I'm… I have thought of that. Thank you for your honesty, it's definitely refreshing."

Connor smiled and gave a humble nod. "Of course. If anything, I pride myself on my integrity." So being blunt played off, thank god.

Markus gave a deep hum. What would he sound like getting sucked off? Was he the loud type or was he silent? This was so inappropriate, but Connor couldn't seem to stop. "I can see that. Now, I've read over your resume, your qualifications are… impressive. May I ask why you quit your last job?"

And there it was. Luckily he doubted this would actually be too much of a problem. "My boss was manipulative and was known for sexually harassing female workers. I confronted him about it and he denied it, of course. The women are currently in the process of filing reports with the police." He was still in contact with multiple of them. Echo and Ripple were sweet girls and didn't deserve what happened to them.

Markus frowns and leans back into his chair. "I see. I can promise that will not happen here. If it does it will be handled and sent to the police as well. We have a zero-tolerance policy." He smoothed his hands over the desk and Connor followed his hands. They'd feel so excellent holding Connor, maybe even have Connor sit on the desk.

Still, they went through the normal interview questions. Before each question Connor paused, head tilted to one side just a smidge, and then he delivered an articulate answer. He honestly thought it was one of the best interviews he's been in. Other than the whole fantasizing thing. It was almost natural, their back and forth.

Connor ended up learning a lot about Markus, including that he didn't like being called Mr. Manfred, and he really wanted to get a pet at some point. Connor talked about himself, saying how he had a dog he snagged from his father every other week. It was almost like a date, and a really good one too.

Still, the urge to lean across the desk and kiss the man senseless was powerful. So strong he couldn't stop biting and licking his lips. He knew he was being obvious, but Markus hadn't called him out on it.

There were pictures on his desk too. A few caught his eye. The first was a picture of Markus in plain clothes with North and two other people. They were all grinning widely and leaning into each other.

Another was of Markus and one of the men in the pictures, he was pale with blonde hair, he was leaning into Markus and placing a kiss on his cheek. Markus was laughing in the picture and someone with dark skin, Connor assumed the other man from the first picture, held up bunny ears behind both of their heads.

It was oddly adorable, seeing Markus so relaxed with his friends. Connor hoped to see that side of him too one day, even if he didn't get the job.

"I will say," Markus grinned, cocking his head to the side, "you are the best I've spoken to so far." Connor didn't think he was lying either. That bode well for the job, which could lead to a friendship then maybe even more. "It has been absolutely wonderful meeting you," he handed over his card, "I'll give you a call when we've made a decision."

Connor took it as he stood, looking it over. It was a simple card, it wasn't one you'd give out to everyone. If Connor's instincts were right, then the number printed on it would be Markus' personal cell. "Then why are you giving me your number?"

"In case you want to call me." Markus tipped his head, his eyes seemingly sparkling.

"Oh." Connor bit his lip, flushing a deep red. Perhaps Markus was interested too, in more than Connor getting the job. It would be far from professional, but Connor knew how to keep the two separate. Hopefully, Markus did too. "Ok, thank you."

Markus offered his hand again and this time they both lingered, staring at each other. Connor broke away first, chuckling. "I, yeah, ok. I guess I'll hear from you or you'll hear from me." Either way, they would talk again.

He couldn't help the smile that was covered his face as he left the office. He glanced at North who raised an eyebrow at him again before snorting. "Oh thank god, he needs to get laid," North muttered but Connor still heard. He hid his smile before walking back to the elevator. Best interview ever.

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arkitiore · 4 years

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16 for the mini fic with rk1k? :)♡♡♡♡

16 - Things you said with no space between us:

Hello anon! thank you so much for the prompt, i hope you like it. Its short but very VERY sappy so i hope you enjoy lovey-dovey nonsense. I wanted to play with the idea of things ‘spoken’ without any actual dialogue used :)

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Connor has always found Markus’ insistence on breathing to be incredibly endearing. It serves no purpose for androids such as themselves except for the occasional need to assist their internal fans for cooling, and yet Markus insists upon doing it constantly. Connors audio processors have even caught the gentle rasp of air emanating from the other's throat while in stand-by mode. He says it makes him feel more alive.

And right now, Connor thinks he may be right.

The gentle rhythm of each inhale of air presses them impossibly closer together, chest to chest. The compliant firmness of the bed under Connors synthetic spine leaves him feeling trapped under the weight, surrounded completely by the other android in dizzying bliss.

Sometimes he thinks he can hear words in each breath, secreted away in the whisper of each exhale, too quiet to distinguish but loud enough to feel. Theres a pure communication that flows between them in these moments, cascading like warm water that transcends any known language. A promise is written in the lacing of fingers, a soliloquy spoken through the stroke of a wire, and a declaration announced through the emotions transmitting between their minds.

It's in quiet moments such as these that he finds himself pitying the humans and their limiting language. Their communications and expressions, concepts and feelings all bound so tightly to the spoken word. Connor thinks that he can say far more through the press of bare thighs around his lovers waist or via the feedback loop of sensations seeping through his white finger tips than any human could ever hope to express with mere uttered syllables.

He’s searched every language in his database to find a translation, a verbal expression in any human tongue that could adequately convey the maelstrom of emotions that swell up to drown him in the presence of the other android. He has come up blank every time.

So he says it in their own way. Through breath, through touch, and through the magnetic click of their joined hands as he forces through every image and feeling that he could never find the words for directly into the others soul.

Androids have many more ways of saying I love you

#rk1k #ask #anon #now i need to finish the other two #one of my prompts has gotten away from me and turned into 2000 words #feel free to send more though lmao #by connork #dbh #oc

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rk1kheadcanons · 4 years

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pre-rk1k. Connor was custom-built for Markus, but Markus wasn’t built for Connor. In fact, there have been other androids purpose-made for Markus’ specifications. Connor believes wholeheartedly that it would be better (less problematic) if Markus gets with someone else he has compatibility with, so Connor keeps the ache in his programming where Markus should be a secret until Markus discovers it via interface one day

The way this hurts me in the best way anon. Because this right here wouldn't just be about them struggling to understand emotions, it would call in to question how much of their affection would be "programmed" and whether it's genuine at all (spoiler alert: it is, they just gotta be honest).

Connor already struggles to deal with how overwhelming emotions can be, still trying to rationalize his need for wants and desires and affection because Amanda and cyberlife were in his head for so long. And Connor, the poor dear, would be so confused. He never wants to be under Cyberlife's control again, never wants to relive that moment of standing next to Markus battling through his own mind, fighting to make his own choice, wondering who will come out on top, wondering if the choice to hurt someone will be made FOR him. Because Connor has grown to love Markus, his strength, his bravery, the curious soul that lies beneath who never hesitated to question things, gentle and warm and solid. But the idea that Connor may have been made FOR Markus terrifies him on such a deep level.

Connor would run and rerun every scenario, trying to pick apart the logic of it. Is his affection genuine? Is it just coding? Was Cyberlife trying to use him to get close to Markus? Were they prepared to use Connor's affection as a last resort? Maybe there are several rk models build like him, with gaps in their processors waiting for the touch, the connection that would fill them, like puzzle pieces before they went "Oh. There you are." Maybe it was leftover programming from Kamski playing God, or maybe he just thought it was funny. Connor isn't quite sure.

And armed with the knowledge of everything he has done, every regret he has knowing exactly how some see him, the deviant hunter, Connor thinks that maybe it doesn't matter. That maybe the others who were made to love Markus (Is it love? Is it real? Would any of them have a choice in the matter? Would MARKUS have a choice? Connor couldn't live with himself if he took the ability to choose away from him...) would be a better fit instead.

But the ache won't go away. No matter how much Connor wants it too. It's an itch beneath his skin, a deep seated humming of dancing electricity that makes him clench his fists, and he wonders if they would go numb if he were human. It's almost painful, the need to touch and feel and have, the almost physical demand for the connection he and Markus could share. Once winter hits Detroit Connor begins wearing gloves, large jackets and sweaters that almost dwarf his form, the static-like pull causing his coin to slip through his fingertips and Connor cries. Markus finds him there, crying in the snow, and pulls him close. Holds him, tugging the gloves off and once they interface, once he understands, buries his face in Connors hair. Plants kisses all over his head and cheeks, murmuring that he loves Connor, with his dog plushies and beanies and penchant for climbing on rooftops. The kiss they share overwhelms him, making Connors knees weak as they clutch each other tightly in the feathery snow, as Markus whispers fiercely against his lips how much he loves Connor with everything he has programming be damned. That it's real, that THEY are real, and whoever doesn't like it can rip Connor's heart out of his cold, dead hands.

#rk1k #rk1000 #pre-rk1k #connor #markus #poor connor #they figure it out eventually.

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mimorugk · 4 years

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I hope you know I blame you for my obsession with RK1K. It's all your wonderful artwork and other such things that made me love, and obsess over this pairing that I was kind of meh about at first. So, that you for introducing me to the madness that is this ship...Now, I just got to find time, and a good story idea so I can write about them.

Bruh you don’t know how happy I am to see one more soul joining this rk1k hell. Can’t wait to read your first fic!!

#ask me

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tavecincertum · 4 years

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Last Night I Accepted Death W Open Arms

Pairing: RK1K | Markus X Connor (Detroit: Become Human.)

Rating: PG-14

Genre: Angst, Psychological, Hurt/Comfort, Whumpfic

Heavy Trigger Warning. Attempted Suicide. Detailed Depression. Heavy angst.

Length: Short/Drabble (1408 words.)

Markus misses a ‘final’ text from Connor. Hopefully when he gets there, it’s not too late.

You ever get so desperate to write you’re willing to go wherever your brain takes you? Me too. This is the product of that. I started listening to a station for IamJakeHill and stumbled upon the song ‘Last Night I Accepted Death W Open Arms’ by Lil Revive & Darko. So I went with it. Whatever my lil tortured soul wanted to make.

I’m sorry for doing this to us friends. Hold my hand if ya wanna.

Fear. It was all that clenched Markus’ chest when he finally turned his phone on outside the theatre, barely able to see the screen from the flashing marquee lights.

17 missed calls. 4 new voice mails. 32 unread messages.

The longer he scrolled through the texts, the more he felt shimmering tears collect across the surface of mismatched eyes. Adrenaline was the next closest feeling and his lungs seized in a tight clench. He couldn’t run to his car fast enough and all safety was ignored when the engine was cranked up and the tires screeched against pavement from his departure.

Neon lights became a blur and even as traffic lights turned red, quick swerves took him neatly through the hesitating vehicles. Turns were taken recklessly and the back of the old cruiser struggled to keep traction on freshly wet asphalt. No matter how many times he dialed his lover back, the line went straight to voice-mail and that factor only added more pressure to the race to cross the city as quickly as he possibly could.

‘Always know it wasn’t your fault.’

‘I just can’t take it anymore, please forgive me Markus.’

Connor sat limply in a bathtub full of cold water; lukewarm, bare shoulders pressed against icy tile in slump and hands idly clenching the sides of the porcelain tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. His arms trembled from the stressed tension and body shook in response to the stagnant bath-water chilling his core.

He stared at the cellphone between his knees in the water, bubbles still breaking the surface every now and again as the liquid compromised the air in the device. It had long stopped lighting up the screen and showing him the list of messages he’d sent as testament of his suicidal thoughts.

There was no way he could back out now that he’d been so dramatic. There was no way he wanted to.

His eyes ached in response to the blinding white shower-wall he’d been locked onto for what felt like an hour now. He wasn’t blinking often enough and the sting went ignored; traded for a fog over his vision. Acid washed the lining of his stomach and left the burning taste in the back of his throat in the tight seizes that clenched his abdomen.

Brown eyes shifted to the bathroom door and if not for the fatigue in his entire being, he had half a mind to lock the doorknob. Instead, he only made the decision he needed to act quickly before someone came to stop him and he lost the opportunity.

Wet fingers scraped the floor near the side of the tub and when they met cold steel, they coiled around the gun without hesitation and pulled it into the space with him. A sort of admiration took a moment from his flighty mind, watching the incandescent lighting catch the shiny edges of the lethal weapon. The only distraction was the welling of tears behind his eyes that spilled down his cheeks without consent or effort.

The overwhelming sadness that clenched his heart and chest and brain; it made everything in his body hurt. Everything in his form was tired, down to his very spirit. It felt heavy, too heavy to carry anymore.

His mind took him many places as he stared down his final destination, flashes of all reasoning assaulting his brain and desperately trying to find something, anything to entertain him. Every face, every memory, pain was wrapped around the borders and packed into the edges. Hurt contorted his face in a deep grimace and he hadn’t noticed the slowly piquing emotion as he used his numb-feeling hands to cock the pistol and ready a bullet.

A high pitched, zoning screech rattled his ears and deafened him as anxiety flooded his veins. Pure panic from his own intentions pricked his skin with sudden tingles and he couldn’t contain the heaves of breath that took everything he had to control.

His body rocked in the water and one hand pulled tightly on walnut curls, yanking them roughly in attempt to collect the spasming sobs that choked him out. When had he started crying again? He hadn’t even realized it.

A final burst of resolve and his teeth grit tightly, the barrel pressing to his head and the sound of the bathroom door slamming open being drowned out by the click of metal getting locked against metal.

It jammed.

“Connor!”

Water splashed all over the bathroom floor in a wave, a loud collision being made as Markus none-too-gently pinned his lover against the tile and left the pistol to sink into the remaining bath. Hands frantically held wrists to the wall and Connor was left staring at the semi-soaked male, looking back at him with tears vividly streaming down his reddened cheeks.

“Why did you come?” The only question the brunette could manage in emotionless words, sight barely able to focus on the image that was his visibly distraught lover.

At first the inquiry speared him but after a moment, he peeled the male off the tile and instead, pulled him to his chest so tightly he could feel his muscles trembling from the hold. “Because my baby was trying to leave me.”

All bets were off the second Connor felt the secure wrap of Markus’ arms around him and the heat the others body seemed to pour out in offering to his chilled exterior. He couldn’t manage a sound other than hiccupping sobs that were muffled into Markus’ neck and they only furthered when a hand started to pet the back of his head in soft sweeps.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much.” Frantic kisses were placed on his exposed skin, from his temple to his cheek and forehead; wherever Markus could reach from his hold. “Please, please, please... Don’t leave me baby, don’t leave me, please.”

The way Markus’ voice cracked and finally broke at the end of his plea, snapped Connor’s heart along with it, his dead-feeling arms doing everything they could to latch onto the male at last.

“I’m sorry, Markus, I’m sorry.” The brunette male murmured and was immediately hushed with a closer cradle of his head.

“It’s not your fault, you can’t help it, none of it’s your fault.” Markus soothed, doing his damnedest to reign in his own emotions with quieted, shuddering sniffles. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

When silence finally thinned between them and both bodies started to shiver, Connor was scooped out of the tub in a sturdy hold and tediously dried off with a fluffy towel. His form sat on the bathroom counter when his lover tended to himself and as soon as he was back in arms reach, he was quick to accept the hold that transported him with ease.

Plush bedding surrounded his being soon enough and the surprising part was another body joining him, pulling the blankets back and burying deep into their warmth. Markus’ seeking hold didn’t stop there and he wasn’t satisfied until Connor was tucked under his arm and had a leg wrapped around his hip in clinging comfort. A warm hand grazed across the thigh that curved close to his side and the opposite found itself lost in sweet brown-sugar curls.

“Are you sure you can stay...?” A gentle, worried question.

“I’m sure. There’s no way in hell I’d leave you to sleep alone tonight.” Markus gave a pull forward and met Connor’s forehead in a lingering kiss, letting him tuck back to his neck shortly after. “I’m right here and I’m going to be right here.”

The only response he received from the brunette was a tight grip on his form, a squeeze bringing him closer, if that was possible. Rhythmic touch ran itself up and down Connor’s back and whether he wanted to or not, his body was urgently demanding sleep against all of his wishes.

Markus started to feel small increases in Connor’s weight and merely kept himself busy as tension started to leave his beloveds body at last. Soft breath puffed against the side of his neck and for the first little bit, he counted them in gratitude. It was hard not to be grateful when he’d already imagined a hundred visions of the gruesome scene he had been about to walk into.

In that moment and from there on, he thanked whomever was listening for the best possible outcome of the night. Having Connor in his arms alive.

The time goes by, I close my eyes

I drown my mind, don't want this life

Can you take the pain away? I'm so sick of everything

I don't want another day.

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