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LAUREN.. OMG.

I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around how to reply to this I’m actually, literally tearing up— I love you so much, you know that right?? I’ve never clicked so easily with someone in all my life, from our very first messages I knew you and I were like, the SAME PERSON. I adore you so much, every day was MADE by talking to you and writing with you. I remember going on vacation and any time I wasn’t doing something, I was talking with you because that is equally as enjoyable to me as vacationing. I love you so much friend, I’m so glad we’re back to where we were because I miSSED YOU SO MUCH UGH OKAY IM DONE ILY FRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️

12 and 4 luv

Ahh thank you so much!! :D

4. Movie of the year?

If we’re talking a movie that I’ve watched this year, probably the Greatest Showman - I love that movie and the music a lot! If it’s specifically a movie that’s come out this year, probably either Black Panther or Incredibles 2!!

(I wish I could say Crimes of Grindelwald, but sadly I was actually a lil bit disappointed with it)

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

God okay, I’m going to start this one by saying that I’ve made so many new friends this year thanks to this community and I love each and every one of you ❤️

For this question though I’m going to ramble a lil bit about Heather ( @finding-jericho ) - we met through an RP site, and it started with us just creating this whole story together, torturing characters and the like, but I can easily say that she’s made such a difference in my life. I wasn’t having the best of times over the summer due to one thing or another and she’s the one person I was still excited to message every day and was always there for me to talk to. Unfortunately I ended up getting super busy with classes and we weren’t able to speak as much more recently, but things are picking up again and I can finally get back to writing with her now!! Long story short, I love her a lot and she’s the sweetest bean who deserves the world ❤️❤️❤️

End of year asks!

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Same Difference (Part Two)

characters: RK900(dbh) x human fem!reader, Gavin Reed

warning(s): Graphic language

word count: 2,287 words

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long, I know this update is kind of out of nowhere! A lot of things have been happening in my life and trust me, you don’t want to know. But ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy part two! Hopefully I’ll be more active and getting back into the swing of things. Thank you guys so much for your patience. <3

Part One 

Time seemed to pass far too slowly as the hours dragged on; Hank reminded you for the third time that you didn’t have to be here, but there was no way in hell that you were leaving him to deal with this on his own. You knew Hank was more than capable of taking care of himself, but the thought of him going out on a case with no one to watch his back that he could really, truly trust? You couldn’t do that, even if being here was dredging up things you wish you could just forget. Although you dared not sneak another glance in the RK900’s direction, you were hyper aware of his cool eyes trained on you with laser focus; he was analyzing you. Studying you. Observing your every movement. After all, neither you nor Hank had said a word to him or given him any task to perform, it was the perfect opportunity to familiarize himself with you both. This was the fourteenth time you’d threaded your fingers through your hair, the eleventh time Lieutenant Anderson had heaved out a heavy sigh. It would not have taken a highly advanced prototype to see that the both of you were on edge, and while the RK900 only knew what information was necessary concerning what had occurred with his predecessor, he had already worked out that it had been a particularly traumatic experience. Neither of you could bear to look him in the eye, and the rest of the department stole sideways glances and shared hushed whispers that they didn’t think he could hear. He could. “I can’t believe the captain assigned that thing to Hank again.” “Especially after what it did to [Y/N].” The RK900’s gaze darted back towards you. What had the previous Connor model done to you that he had not done to Lieutenant Anderson? For only the briefest of moments, he considered asking, but his social relations program warned him that doing so may result in the damaging of an already tense relationship, and so he refrained. All that he had been told was that the RK800 had attempted to neutralize his human associates when he perceived that they were interfering with his mission. His commitment to completing his mission had not been faulty, he recalled Amanda explaining this to him just before his deployment. In the grand scheme of things, the lives of two humans mattered very little when compared to the importance of putting an end to the deviancy crisis. But CyberLife did not wish to risk damaging their affiliation with the Detroit Police Department; their cooperation was imperative in helping stop the deviancy crisis once and for all, and their resources were a true asset. Therefore, decommissioning the RK800 series was a necessary, yet temporary, setback. It took very little time for CyberLife to presumably fix the errors the RK800 series had exhibited, creating the RK900 series using resources that they already had as well as newly acquired technology. He was better than the RK800 series in every conceivable way, and yet.. A sudden shift in your weight drew him out of his thoughts, and he watched as you slipped off the edge of Lieutenant Anderson’s desk, raising your arms above your head to stretch out your aching muscles; his LED swirled a diligent yellow as he watched. “I’m getting a coffee,” you announced, though he knew you were addressing your uncle, and not the RK900 himself. “want one?” “Sure,” came the gruff response, though he didn’t bother to glance up from his work, perhaps not wanting to risk accidentally making eye contact with the android across from him. “I could get it for you.” Both of pairs of human eyes snapped over towards the RK900 as if surprised, though he could not imagine why; his own pale eyes shifted between the both of you as you turned to glance at one another. As if neither one of you heard his offer, Hank’s gaze darted back down to the scattered papers, and you stiffly turned on your heel, retreating to the break room without another word. The android’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched you go. Yes.. he was better than the RK800 series in every conceivable way, and yet.. it was clear to him that you could only see his predecessor when you looked at him. Although you were far from out of the RK900’s line of sight, you were relieved to be out from under his scrutinizing gaze, if only for a short while. Your hands pressed into the counter as you leaned against it, allowing your tired eyes to slip shut momentarily as the coffee brewed. The way he looked at you reminded you of Connor for what you were sure would not be the last time; he was trying to learn you, to figure you out as though you were some complicated equation that desperately needed solving. That’s all that you’d been to Connor, and once he’d figured you out, he used you to get to Hank, to ensure that his mission went smoothly. You had gotten too comfortable with who you had thought Connor was-- you could have never known that by admitting that you thought destroying the deviants was morally wrong, he would consider you a possible interference. You should have kept him at arm's length; you should have known that he wasn’t like other androids. You should have- “You alright?” Your eyes snapped open and your head shot upwards, turning to meet the pale blue eyes of a familiar detective, and not one you liked all too well. “I don’t really care, but you’re in front of the coffee machine and I’m just wondering how long your breakdown is going to last.” “Shut the fuck up, Gavin.” His lips twisted upwards into a smug, mocking smile as he took a step nearer to you, prompting you to step back in disgust, not wishing to have him anywhere near you. Nonchalantly, he stopped the coffee you had been brewing half-way, pouring it into a cheap styrofoam cup, and speaking all the while he did so. “I saw that Fowler assigned that bucket of bolts back to your uncle. It’s kind of fucked up when you think about it.” You watched in silence as he lifted the cup to his haggard face, pausing to smell the dark roast before taking a tentative sip. “I mean, we all know how you felt about the first one.” Your hands balled into fists as he seemed to appraise the coffee, before carelessly dumping it out into the nearby sink with a shrug; if looks could kill, Gavin would absolutely be six feet under. “I don’t like this kind.” “What do you want?” You muttered under your breath, your voice dangerously low. You were in no mood to deal with Gavin’s little mind games, and the way he turned to smirk at you made it clear that he hadn’t come here for coffee; he came to gloat. “What’s the matter, did I strike a nerve?” When you only clenched your jaw and glared daggers at him, he shrugged easily, holding his hands up, palms facing you. “I’m just saying it’s messed up is all. Do you think he still remembers everything? Maybe he’s just biding his time and will actually finish the job this time around.” His voice sounded mockingly optimistic as he said this. Although you shouldn’t have been shocked by this, you felt a sting of disbelief when you realized that he meant that he hoped the RK900 would actually kill you and your uncle this time. Part of you wondered if he actually meant that, or if he was just trying to get under your skin; regardless, you were seething.

As you opened your mouth, perhaps to say something you might have regretted (then again, perhaps not), a third voice interrupted you, cutting you off. “Is there a situation here?” Every muscle in your body seized, ice running through your veins at the unprecedented closeness of Connor’s replacement; you could scarcely breathe. The RK900 stood at your side and narrowed his pale eyes on Gavin, overlooking you momentarily in favor of staring the detective down. The man arched his eyebrows, wholly unconcerned by the android’s sudden appearance; in fact, he seemed to find it amusing as he looked between you and prototype. “Not at all.” he replied smoothly, his eyes drifting across across the android; sizing him up. The RK900 only watched him curiously, canting his head to one side. “And even if there was, it’d be none of your fucking business, tin man.” “I would have to disagree, Detective. Hank Anderson is my business, and by extension, so is Miss [Y/L/N]. I would be appreciative if you did not antagonize her.”

Gavin laughed; it was a bitter, hollow sound that put you on edge, and the android at your side seemed to notice your sudden apprehension. He peered over at you, momentarily forgetting Gavin; instead, he observed your uncertain visage, your barely parted lips and wide eyes. “You’d be appreciative, huh?” The detective repeated mockingly, and before you could even think to warn the android that he shouldn’t have taken his eyes off Gavin, the man’s hands shot forwards. He gathered up the fabric of the RK900’s coat into tight fists, jerking him downwards to meet his gaze; the LED on his temple circled red despite his unimpressed countenance.

“That’s enough, Gavin, let him go!” You hissed, the words shooting past your lips before you could stop them; you reached out to grab the one of the man’s sleeves in some feeble attempt to pull him off of the android. Perhaps the part of you that still cared for Connor, despite what he had done, drove you to defend his replacement. Some small, weak part that you hated, that you wished had died when Connor had. As much as you could barely stand to look at the RK900, you were still helpless against him.

It disgusted you.

“Listen here, you plastic fuck.” He spat, completely ignoring your demands to let the RK900 go. “No android is going to tell me what I can and cannot do, do you understand me? Or do I have to beat it into that thick fucking skull of yours?”

“For God’s sake Gavin, just let him go.”

The RK900 only watched Gavin with total disinterest, his eyes half-lidded in an almost condescendingly unconcerned expression. For one long, tense moment, the detective glared up at the prototype, and you thought for a moment that perhaps he was going to attack him, but without warning, Gavin’s hands were finally releasing his black and white jacket, wrenching his own sleeve out of your grasp; he chuckled breathily, as though it had all been some kind of elaborate prank, before shaking his head and taking few steps backwards. “They didn’t change a goddamn thing about you, did they? You can polish a turd, but it’s still a piece of shit.” Turning away swiftly, Gavin’s footfalls carried him just a bit outside the break room, but then he paused, glancing over his shoulder briefly. “[Y/N], I’d watch my back if I were you.” Then, he continued on until he was out of sight.

You knew it wasn’t that Gavin cared; he didn’t care about anything other than himself and his career, you really didn’t think he was capable of caring about anyone else. He just wanted you to be afraid, and despite knowing that… you were. The truth was, you were afraid of the RK900; it didn’t matter if CyberLife said they fixed the errors and fitted him with the newest technology. At the end of the day, he was still a deviant hunter, and you still thought the deviants should be left alone. He was still dangerous… maybe even more so than Connor ever had been.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes snapped upwards to the android in question; his almost silvery irises watched you cautiously, his LED having shifted back to a preoccupied gold; he was scanning you, checking your vitals you were sure. You had thought it was sweet when Connor had done it, because you thought his concern for your well-being had come from a place of genuine care. Really, though, it had been out of necessity and convenience; if you had been unwell, it would have slowed him down. Knowing Connor’s replacement was doing the same left a bad taste in your mouth, to say the least.

“Just leave me alone.” You retorted harshly, eyes narrowing in disdain. “I don’t need your help.” With that, you left the replacement and returned to your uncle empty-handed, but he didn’t seem to mind or even ask why you hadn’t gotten the coffee you had left for to begin with.

The RK900 remained where you had left him, canting his head ever so slightly to the side with a thoughtfully knitted brow. Despite your apparent abhorrence to his presence here, you had attempted to defend him from Detective Reed, and he was beginning to create theories as to why, exactly. From all the information he had gathered, it seemed to the newest prototype that you and Lieutenant Anderson had been quite fond of the RK800, but that he had betrayed that fondness by attempting to take the both of you out. You, the RK900 hypothesised, had been closest to Connor, and perhaps you had just as much as trouble separating your anger and hurt from the RK900 as you did your previous admiration. Curious, he thought, watching you plant yourself up on Lieutenant Anderson’s desk once more, threading your fingers through your hair for the fifteenth time.

Very curious.

Taglist;

@akemiikeda, @deviantramblings, @deviantsupporter, @connorshero, @shadows-echoes, @treehousemagicblog

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The Cyborg and the Savior [Markus/OC] Part 1

HERE WE GO! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE. 

Also, I’m tagging @finding-jericho cus they are super sweet and wanted to know more about my sweet revolution leading daughter. Hope you like it, honey! ^.^

ANYWAY, I LEAVE YOU ALL TO THE STORY.

GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!

~THE LUPINE SOJOURNER

P.S: WHAT IS WITH THE GIF, YOU ASK? IDK EITHER, BRUH. JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE! XD)

“Alexandra, come down here, please!” Dad calls, and I set my book down.

“Coming!” I call, coming down the stairs and spotting Dad’s friend, Mr. Kamski (addressing him formally seems right, considering he started Cyberlife) and – Shoot! I trip over my feet and almost go crashing into either Mr. Kamski or Dad, but something hard (too hard to be human) catches me, easily setting me upright again. I blink. Is that an android? “Thank you.” I mumble, my eye noting the android who caught me is an RK200 model, serial number 684 842 971, to be exact. I ignore that, turn and smile at our, uh, other guest.

“You’re welcome.” The android muses, smiling and sounding genuine as I move to greet Mr. Kamski.

“Mr. Kamski! How nice to see you.” I greet politely, accepting his hug briefly before allowing him to kiss my cheek.

“Hello, my dear. I’d like you to meet Markus, you and your father’s new domestic android.” I turn to him, offering my hand for him to shake.

“Hello, Markus.” I greet. Markus seems puzzled for a second, then shakes my hand.

“I look forward to getting to know you and your father.” I can’t help but think his design attractive, as if Mr. Kamski knew I’d like the look of this new addition to the house. Like he could read my thoughts, Mr. Kamski smirks.

“I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. I’ll see you around, my friend.” He says in parting to Dad. Dad sniffs, but nods.

“Yes, if you must.” He says. I wave Mr. Kamski goodbye and turn to Markus.

“Um…I suppose I’ll give you the tour, shall I?” I suggest, feeling out of place and awkward. How exactly does one talk to an android? Markus nods.

“That would be most helpful. After all, I need to be familiar with the layout to better serve my purpose.” I swallow. It was hard not to hear the robotic, clinical edge to Markus’ voice, even when it was meant to sound human.

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J A Y You’re so sweet! I’m so glad that I was able to make things easier, I just wanted to keep you company and I’m so happy to hear it made you feel better! Feel free to reach out at any time (and if you don’t, I will! 😂) ily friend, keep being the wonderful you that you are! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shout-out to @finding-jericho for helping me out of a not so great place last night.

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me writing:

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So I reached 500 followers yesterday which is totally crazy to me?? Thank you all so much for sticking around, and especially for those of you who I now have the privilege of calling friends! <3 So at long last I’m finally having a shot at throwing a challenge out there for anyone who’s interested!

Rules:

you don’t have to be following me, but reblogs to get the word out would be appreciated!

send me an ask with the prompt(s) and character(s) you plan to use! (or just the prompt, if you’re undecided on character!), limiting it to two people per prompt at the moment!

It doesn’t have to be a piece of writing, I’m hoping that some of the prompts are (maybe) open enough to inspire creativity in other ways too - inspired to draw something by one of them? go for it! want to make a moodboard or aesthetic? please do!

there’s no particular deadline, and if you’re writing something I’m not setting a word limit of any sort!

Character-wise, I know this is a DBH blog BUT anyone from DBH or Marvel is fine, although if you have a specific character from another fandom that you want to use for a prompt just ask me and there’s a 90% chance I’ll be chill with it!

Tag me in whatever you post, and tag it with #deviantramblings500 so that I can find/reblog them all and eventually put them all in a post together! If I haven’t responded to your post within 24 hours please message me or send an ask to let me know, just in case I’ve missed it!

Lastly (most importantly ;) ) Have fun with it! 

Prompts under the cut!

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TAG GAME!

RULES: Bold statements that are true and tag 15 people.

I was tagged by @wiredhawkes!!! Thank you ily <3 

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings/ I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault/ I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them/ I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend / I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sunrise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of Sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBT

I’m pretty sure some of these people have been tagged before but WHATEV! @deviantramblings, @akemiikeda, @deviantsupporter

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“why do you ship yourself with fictional characters”

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Is there something wrong, rk900? 

Nothing, just an emotion…

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What a cute picture tho omg?

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I adore you, you’re so sweet and I want to get to know you, too! You tagged everyone I would have!!! They’re all amazing and I L O V E them!!!

Just a little appreciation post…

I’m going to tag some spectacular people, and in turn, I’m asking you to pass it on… it’s always nice to get a positive message. Tag as many people as you wish 😊

Yeah, that’s me 😅

(I got inspired so over the past day and a bit, I’ve been working on the art piece to accompany this post. It’s not the best but I’m still learning how to use my D.A thingy) 

If you see this and wanna join in, feel free! I wanna spread as much positivity as possible!

Right! Onto the tagging of these virtuosos people! 

@connorshero aka the person who said she was was “writing Nines fluff” when she was in fact not.

@thedragonkween aka the person who inspired me to try out D.A and encouraged me with this. 

@the-darklings aka the queen of ruthless!Connor and an awesome person anyways. Angst queen.

@deviantramblings aka just an overall bean tbh. Also, another angst queen.

@wecanbe-heroes aka another sweet bean. A very sweet bean!

@angelwrote aka someone I can come to every time I wanna discuss cats and any other animals.

@writinginstability aka an amazing writer and a soft bean (for Bryan Dechart especially!).

@finding-jericho aka someone who seems really cool and I wanna get to know.

@liveloveandbekind aka someone I keep seeing around Tumblr who never fails to be positive.

@thedevianthunterrk800 aka DAU queen. You’re absolutely amazing and never fail to make me smile when you post (unless it’s angst… then I just cry).

@puppyboyconnor aka another sweet bean! I love what you write!

@connorfixinghistie aka another sweet bean who writes angsty ass angst and I cry.

@drmsqnc aka you seem hella cool and your writing is stunning.

All of you are brilliant people and I always smile (or cry!) when I see you’ve created masterpieces yet again.

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You’re my son, Markus. Our blood isn’t the same color, but I know part of me is in you

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doubts

Pair: Deviant!Connor x Reader 

Prompt: “Your mistakes don’t define you.”

Warnings: None! (Unless you call fluff a warning then yeah!) 

A/N: Decided to write some fluff this time around so enjoy! (: 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the blankets messily splayed over the two of you with his arms wrapped around your waist and you snuggling up into him.  The two of you fit so well together, like two pieces of a puzzle.  

Your hand lightly grabbed his, playing with his fingers while also lightly running your thumb over his knuckles.  Connor smiled slightly, his head resting gently against yours as he studied your actions.  

“I sometimes wish I was an android,” you said, prompting him to look at you, “so I can do that cool hand thing with you.” 

Connor smiled slightly before intertwining his fingers with yours.  “That is not something you should wish for,” he replied softly.  

You nodded slowly, not saying another word of the matter knowing that this was a touchy subject for your android significant other.  Although Connor enjoyed the life of deviancy, he found it difficult to adjust to this new side of him, one of true freedom, one without rules.  The worst part of it all was moving past the fact that he had caused harm to others, even killed, all because he was programmed to obey his masters. 

Connor closed his eyes for a few seconds, building up the courage to let out everything that had buried itself in his mind.  He slowly opened his eyes, staring back at your intertwined hands, you still gently running your thumb along his artificial skin in a comforting way.  

Your eyes widened slightly as you watched his skin slowly fade away uncovering his true form underneath.  “I know you wish you could connect with me, even more so than we can with words.  But I want to save you from the knowledge of my past and the fact that I would’ve done almost anything to complete a mission that I so desperately wanted to neglect,” he said softly with a saddened tone.  

You looked up at him, noticing that he was not looking down at you, but rather, he was looking at his hand, a somewhat disgusted look etched on his face as he traced back memories of his time as a machine.  “As an android, I had no freedom, no free will, no ability to think for myself.  I was forced to harm others like me, others who just wanted to live like humans do, even though we will never be human,” he said, his voice trailing off towards the end.  

“You weren’t yourself,” you replied, looking up at him.  

He nodded at your statement.  “But I could’ve broken free.  I could’ve set myself free if I hadn’t prioritized my mission above everything else.” 

You sat up, your hands still interlocked with his causing him to look up at you.  

“We can’t change what we’ve done in the past.  The only thing we can do now is to learn from it and try to move on.  You can’t blame yourself for the things you could not control, you are not a monster Connor,” you said firmly.  

You watched Connor’s eyes stare back at his exposed hand, clearly still upset with bringing the subject up.  Connor nodded slowly, his body language showing that he was still unconvinced.  You took your free hand and slowly placed it under his chin making him look at you.  

“Your mistakes don’t define who you are,” you said with intention.  

Connor smiled slightly before pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you.  You felt him bury his head in the crook of your neck before mumbling, “What would I do without you?” 

You laughed slightly before replying, “You wouldn’t be this clingy that’s for sure,” you joked.  

You felt him smirk against your skin before you felt him lightly pepper you neck with small kisses.  “You love me,” he whispered.  

You lightly placed your hand against his cheek making him look at you before saying, “That I do.” 

tagging: @small-and-terrible @connorfixinghistie @connorshero @wecanbe-heroes @deviantramblings @deviantsupporter @liveloveandbekind @the-darklings @wayablack

well this was crap

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(I know i messaged you on discord already but fight me) HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! 🎉🎉❤️❤️

I WILL ALWAYS FITE YOU!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️

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Heather! Happy Birthday babe! I hope you have a wonderful one! ~nessa

AHHHH Nessa thank youso very much! You’re so sweet!! ❤️u❤️

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEATHER!!! ❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️ HENLO THANKS SO MUCH ILY ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey guuuys!

It’s my birthday today!

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Empathy (Part Four)

characters: Josh (dbh) x human fem!reader, and a Traci (dbh)

warning(s): Graphic description of injury?

word count: 2,390

A/N: Oof this one was a doozy to write, hope you guys enjoy! 

Part Three

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so muted that you feared that the Traci wouldn’t hear it; her dark eyes searched yours for what felt like an eternity, and you felt particularly vulnerable as she did so, as though she may see things there she might not like. You averted your gaze, your voice trembling. “I.. I can’t do it.” You didn’t need to be looking at her to know that she was frustrated with your reluctance, and when it really came down to it, you weren’t sure you could blame her. But from the moment she’d been created, she had only ever known pain and suffering, and you just… you didn’t want her life to end without her knowing at least some happiness or decency. Could you really bring yourself to be the person to ensure that she never has a chance to find any joy or freedom? “You are a human who understands our struggle, or aren’t you?” There was a distinct edge to her erratic voice that hadn’t been there before, and the bite of her tone caused your eyes to dart up to meet hers in alarm. Her expression, which was contorted into a sharp grimace, seemed to soften significantly as she observed you. After a moment of silence, the female android strained to sit up, her lips curling into a soft, almost endearing smile. “You’re not a bad person,” she uttered, shifting her weight to rest her head against your shoulder; although you were a little uncertain, your put an arm around her shoulders to keep her steady against you. “if you were, you wouldn’t care whether I lived or died, or whether that was by your hand or not.” Closing her eyes, the Traci seemed to.. almost sigh in relief, seeming to take great comfort in the gentle embrace you had gifted her; no one had ever touched her so kindly. “Putting me out of my misery won’t make you a bad person, either. I just want to go. I want to finally rest. Knowing that there are humans out there who feel for androids like us is enough for me.”

Hot tears obscured your vision as she spoke, unable to fully, truly understand the emotion behind her request, but equally as unable to deny her. If this was what she truly wanted, what right did you have to just leave her here like this? It would make you no better than the people who had dumped her here to begin with, wouldn’t it? Swallowing thickly, you gently lowered her to rest once more against the blue tarp with great care, brushing your fingers through her scarlet hair and tucking a lock of it behind her ear with a strained smile. “Alright,” you choked out through clenched teeth. “okay.. if.. if that’s what you really want..?” “It is.” she solemnly assured you, not a shred of doubt lingering in her static laced tone; she only observed you serenely as you leaned over her, trying your damnedest to pluck up the courage to do this. “Who is it for?” The Traci suddenly asked softly, finally shifted her gaze upwards towards the sky. Your own attention drifted towards her placid countenance. “.. His name is Josh. His central thirium conduit was ruptured, I’m trying to save him.” “You’d better hurry.” she whispered with sudden urgency, and you knew she was right. With no small amount of hesitation, one of your trembling hands maneuvered down into the open cavity of her chest, and you easily identified the bio-component Josh so desperately needed as your fingers clasped around it. This wasn’t set in stone; you could still change your mind, you could still.. no. Deep down, you knew you had to do this; your hand moved almost on its own accord, jerking the bio-component upwards with little warning. The tubes popped off its side as it was disconnected from her thirium pump, and you were left watching an alarmingly small amount of thirium pour out from the sudden opening. Although you felt horrified by what you had done, the Traci was smiling; it was the most peaceful smile you think you’d ever seen, and you knew you would never forget it. “Thank you.” she whispered as the last of her thirium drained out of her system, the red glow of her other bio-components fading. Her mild expression abruptly shifted then. Instead of the genuinely tranquil smile that she’d had just prior, her visage was now a sharp, pleasantly neutral smile. The smile she’d been created with. It didn’t suit her. A thick sob threatened to escape past your lips, but you swallowed it down as you stood to your feet, fingers lamely clutching the conduit. There would be time to think about what you’d done later; for now, you needed to ensure that what you’d done hadn’t been done in vain. Your feet carried you backwards a few steps before you turned swiftly, making a beeline for where you’d entered, though.. there was one small… obstacle. The steep incline was undoubtedly going to be a challenge that you hadn’t taken into account, and peering up its side, you could see why none of the androids seemed to be able to escape. If you had trouble escaping with all your limbs intact, you could imagine that it was impossible for those androids whose arms, legs, and even half of their torsos were gone. Never one to give up that easily though, you shoved the newly acquired bio-component into your coat’s pocket and dug your hands into the thick dirt, hauling yourself upwards with a grunt of effort. You slipped a few times, the dirt crumbling beneath your grasp, but you finally emerged victorious; your victory was short lived, however. You threw yourself towards Josh’s all too still frame, dropping down onto your knees at his side, but your growing panic was immediately quelled when he inclined his head a fraction to meet your gaze. There was an unmistakable expression of concern as he examined you, noting the moisture that still glistened across your rosy cheeks, but he didn’t have a chance to ask why; you pulled the bio-component out of your coat’s pocket and held it up for him to see, your eyes darting hopefully between his own and the damaged conduit in his chest. He tilted his head back in unspoken relief, letting his eyes slip shut, though only momentarily; there was no time to be wasted. “Alright,” Josh started, his voice a bit more strained than it had been initially. “this isn’t going to be very simple, you’re going to be working against the clock. You’re going to have to remove my thirium pump regulator before you start, it’s the circular bio-component in the center there; taking it out will stop the flow of thirium so it doesn’t immediately all bleed out. You’ll only have about two minutes until I shut down, so.. no pressure, but…” “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” you scarcely breathed, grimacing down at his thirium pump regulator at the mere thought. There really wasn’t much of a choice, though; either way, you were getting this bio-component inside of him, no matter what you had to do. “I.. okay. I’ve got this. It’s fine. I can do this.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Josh asked, his tone a little more playful than you would have typically anticipated, given the dire circumstances. When his attempt to lighten the mood did very little to calm the rapid beating of your heart, the PJ500’s brows furrowed just a fraction, and he reached out, resting his palm over your free hand. This finally drew your attention back to him, and he held your gaze as his thumb brushed across your knuckles. “[Y/N].. you can do this. I trust you.” Your eyes searched his for what only felt like an eternity, only finding the utmost sincerity in his dark, gentle eyes; once more, you found yourself hoping his trust wasn’t misplaced. After a moment, you nodded, breathing in a slow, deep breath as he removed his hand from yours. Attention shifting to his thirium pump regulator, you ever so gingerly clasped your fingers around the circumference of it, and, releasing the deep breath you’d held, you gently yanked it out, met with an audible grunt from Josh. With quite a bit more urgency, you set the cylinder component aside as gently as you could before plunging your hands back into his chest. Your fingers greedily tugged at the damaged central thirium conduit, wrenching it out of his chest, and you were more than a little shocked when a handful of thirium was splattered across you from the action. Thankfully, it seemed that it was just thirium that had happened to be inside the component when the circulation had been shut off, and he wasn’t bleeding out. Tossing the useless bio-component aside, you exchanged it for the one in your lap; you slipped it into his chest and settled it into its proper place, and you were pleased to find that it fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece. The hoses that were to connect to it, however, were a completely different story. Your fingers and the hoses themselves were slick with thirium and you found that you were having a hard time fastening them to their proper places. Each time you almost had one, the hose slipped out of your grasp, and it wasn’t helping that panic was beginning to set in, causing your hands to tremble. You were vaguely aware of Josh uttering your name as a plea to hurry, his voice significantly more robotic like, which only reminded you of the Traci this bio-component had belonged to. All the blood seemed to drain from your face as you frantically struggled to attach the hoses, but there was a tiny glimmer of hope when you finally managed to connect one. Fierce determination coursed through you as you worked to connect the second, and then the third. As you struggled with the fourth and final one, you felt Josh’s fingers weakly brush across your knee, which seemed to give you that last ounce of resolve you needed; the last hose was fastened, and you immediately snatched the thirium pump regular up, plunging it into the empty slot in his chest. Josh was too still. Dread washed over you as you maneuvered to lean over him, your cobalt stained hands instinctively moving to rest on either side of his face as your eyes darted across his features wildly. “Josh?” Had you done something wrong? Had you not gotten his thirium pump regulator back into his chest on time? “Josh!” you repeated more urgently; the LED on his temple circled red before shifting into a gold, and finally, his eyes fluttered rapidly before focusing on yours. “I’m okay,” he finally responded, and much to your relief, his gentle voice no longer sounded like the Traci’s had. You felt his hands rest over your trembling ones, which went a long way to soothe your shot nerves, more than you were willing to admit. “I’m alright, you did it!” “Jesus..” You breathed out, collapsing onto the ground beside him. “Please tell me I don’t have to do that with every bio-component!” “You don’t.” Josh assured you with a soft chuckle, and you responded with a breathless laugh of your own, allowing your eyes to rest, if only for a little while. “Thank god.” There was a silence, then, as the both of you seemingly recovered from the high-stress situation. This whole thing had proven to be one of the most arduous circumstances that you had ever managed to get yourself into, but despite that, you knew it had been the right thing to do, to aid him. Taking someone’s life to do so, however… you weren’t certain where that fell in terms of morality. It didn’t feel good, you at least knew that much. When you opened your eyes and turned to peer at Josh, you felt a little embarrassed to find that he had already been looking at you; he was sitting up now, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he studied you diligently, and you found yourself wondering what he must be thinking. Feeling flustered to be stared at so intently, you sat up as well and peered down at your dyed fingertips as though they were suddenly extremely fascinating. “You don’t have to do anything, you know?” Josh suddenly uttered, easily drawing your gaze back to his. “I mean– with any bio-component. You’ve already done so much [Y/N], I can take it from here.” It was clear to Josh that all of this had been very taxing on you; the signs of exhaustion were creeping in on your gentle features and he really didn’t want you pushing yourself for his sake. Even with his leg shattered, as long as he wasn’t under the constant threat of bleeding out, he was certain that he could repair himself, at least good enough for the time being. He should have known, though, that you would refuse to just leave him as he was; he was beginning to realize that you were as persistent as you were altruistic. “I said that I was going to help you, Josh.” you said with a frown, as if what he’d said had been the most preposterous thing you’d ever heard. “I’m going to see this through, even if we’re here all night.” Besides, if you left now, you knew you would spend the rest of your life wondering whatever happened to him, wishing you had stayed and helped him. The corners of Josh’s lips turned upwards into a fond smile; as much as he hated to admit it, he was.. kind of glad. Although he was worried about you pushing yourself too hard, he… didn’t really want to be alone, as selfish as it was. He knew the two of you would eventually have to part ways sooner or later, but for now, the company was a welcomed distraction from the realization that he was a deviant; he had nowhere to go, and if anyone aside from you found out, they would surely destroy him. It was terrifying.

But for now, he would find comfort in your warmth and your genuine kindness.

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