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No, I'm not dead. I'm working on like 5 request after school just whooped my ass. 😌 But I'm still here. Post should be up soon ✨✨✨✨

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Just Like Me

Taglist: @artemisfowl11

Nines x Reader (Detroit: Become Human)

A/n: Did I hear costumes with a plot twist? And 10x scary???👀 so that the request wouldn't be too short ???🔫👀 I certainly fuckin' did. This one is too long. Sorry for rush. I love you :') plz enjoy(plz) I have so many request. And I am getting around to all of them. So don't worry for anyone that's waiting for your request, they will get done I promise! (Plz don't hurt me--)❤ enjoy- p.s I also had a hard time choosing the costume. I wanted something race neutral because as a person of color myself. There's not many couple costumes out there, that...you know. So 😌 uh. I had to run off a limb here for all my POC readers. (Gang gang 😩) (give me feedback if you any more of this, I know some people messaged me about continuing Fear. I don't do series. But I'll do em' we lit over here😩😪💅) p.s.s I edited it to gender neutral, so sorry for any errors-- (donthurtme)

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"What do you mean, no?" The defeated tone of the detective echoed through the bullpen. Arms crossed as they stared at Hank. He was sitting at his desk. A hand placed on the desk as he stared at the terminal. In a way so he wouldn't have to stare at the perplexed expression of Y/n. 

"Kid. I'm too damn old to be dressing up in costumes." Was his reply. 

Y/n had woken up that very morning. An idea engraved in their brain like their body threatened them to remember it and not let the wonderful idea go. 

The DPD was throwing a Halloween party. Which was really a celebration for Chris, he was finally promoted to being an official Detective, and for his celebration. There would be a themed party. Considering the fact that Halloween was creeping in around the corner. Y/n soon thought that they wanted to wear a costume, with someone that is. They thought sharing laughs or even going to the party dressed as characters would be fun and yet entertaining. Their first thought was Hank. But, he undoubtedly shot the idea down. And declined. Hank saw the unamused expression on their face when he tore his gaze from the terminal. Their fist was planted on his desk. As their hand was on their hip. Their eyebrows furrowed. Giving him a look that he was used to seeing when they helped him speak with suspects in the interrogation room. Though, their expression was not as hard and more so serious.

Connor, who was sitting at his desk. Across from Hank. Stared between the two. His LED teetering back and forth from yellow to stark red. 

"Go ask Gavin." Hank brought up the name that seemed alien to him as he scoffed slightly at his name. Y/n quickly lost their expression before shaking her head. They couldn't say Y/n and Gavin were enemies. But they haven't interacted with each other to a point where Y/n would see themself asking him to join them on their dress up crusade. 

"No." They replied. Hank has been staring at the ceiling. Arms crossed. Once hearing Y/n once again. He landed his gaze back onto them. His index finger tapping his arm. 

"Go ask your partner."

-

Nines stared at Y/n. The two staring right through each other, but Y/n could feel themself crumble under his steel gaze. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. In an attempt to see through Y/n. 

Nines originally was Gavin Reed's partner. Until Chris was recently promoted to a Detective and made to be Gavin's partner. Which pulled Y/n from Hank and Connor, into being Nine's newest partner. 

Before then. They hadn't really interacted with him. Occasional greetings and ludicrous jokes between Y/n and Gavin. In which the rk900 ignored, he never cared to learn much about Y/n- or anyone at the station at that. He was reserved, observant, stern and very stoic. He...lacked certain things other deviant androids had. 

Emotions. 

People around the prescient knew about him. But never spoke to him, reasons being his lack of expressing himself gave people the assumption that Nines was genuinely just a rude android. Which...Y/n could see why. He didn't tolerate childish behavior, at all. Rarely participated in any outings the station threw, such as celebrations if someone was promoted. Birthday parties. Or just a genuine outing to celebrate and catch up with one another. Nines was always at the station, he - In a way deemed to separate himself from others. His eyebrows were always furrowed. In a way to resemble a scowl of some sort...which he always did. 

Of course, Y/n could somewhat tolerate him, once they were paired together, Nines was non-stop pestering Y/n with things they needed to get done, things that weren't done right. He always pointed out the imperfections and mistakes rather than the good. Y/n couldn't say they were exactly friends with the rk900. He made it hard for it to be anything other than being partners. But, today was the day, Y/n decided it would be best to try and find a way through his cold exterior. 

Nines didn't say anything. Y/n held her hands behind her back. The slightest smile trying to make its way onto their face. "So...I was thinking." 

They started. They didn't feel nervous. But rather awkward from the sudden request. Nines didn't say anything. Instead keep his arms behind his back as Y/n slowly sat down on the desk. Planting their hands on their knees. "I was thinking, maybe me and you should go to Chris's celebration together tomorrow night, you know. As partners? Amigos? Buddies?" Y/n reached up. Placing a half-heartedly punch on Nine's shoulder. 

"And. You know. Dress up? Costumes? I'd think you'd enjoy it. You know, you've been really working your heart out for these past few weeks Nines, and I think maybe you would like a break. You know, wind down." They explained. In their head. The explanation was fool-proof. Nines had been working a lot. In fact. The whole station was. With the new cases of Red Ice popping up around Detroit. Everyone had constantly been on their toes. 

"I'm incapable of getting tired, Detective." Nines replied. He turned to fully face Y/n. His arms that were once behind his back, now by his side. 

Y/n felt themself run into a dead end. 

"I know that Nine's I'm not stupid." She muttered. Instead of replying. He only stared at her. Blinking once, that was so it took. Y/n could tell what he was thinking. They sneered.

"That's not funny, I'm serious."

"My apologies. I was unaware I was making a joke--"

"Anyway!" Snapping their fingers to get back on track. Y/n sighed. Rubbing their temple before looking back at Nine's form.

"If. You go to the party with me, and agree to wear a costume with me. I promise I'll stop fooling around on the field." They tried to compromise watching as Nine's was already turning away from her to walk over to his desk. 

"I'll even stop making those lame ass jokes for an entire week. I can't say for..forever, But I mean a week has to be at least decent." They spoke up. Raising their voice so he could listen. 

"A month." Nines said. His back turned from them. But Y/n could see him grabbing stacks of papers and placing them in their designated manilla folders. Y/n stared at his back. Eyebrows furrowed as they tried to piece together what he meant, the rk900 seemed to be aware of how perplexed she was. 

"You'll focus on the assigned case you have, without constantly getting distracted, for a month. If you can agree to that. Then you've found yourself someone to go to the party with."

He explained. Y/n jumped slightly, the excitement shot through them like electricity, sparking them to life. This was new! Certainly new!

"Wait, are you serious? Oh my god!" They squealed. Kicking their feet so hard Y/n was afraid their shoe would fly off, flying across the room. As funny as the scenario might sound, Y/n was too distracted with the offer to worry about anything else. 

"1 month?" They asks. 

"1 month." He repeats. 

"I mean...what about 2 weeks?" They bargained. A month, where they couldn't bullshit around at work. It felt like a sin to Y/n.

"1 month."

"But...Nines that's too long." They tried to whine. But Nines turned around. Holding the folders in his hands. 

"1 month." He repeats.

"2 weeks?"

"1 month."

"....3 weeks?"

"1 month."

"No! Come on. 2 weeks. Take it or leave it!" Y/n shoots their hands in the air. Drastically expressing their distress. But Nines didn't seem to show an ounce of sorrow or care for the matter.

"Do I hear 2 months?"

"Okay, no! 1 month!" 

With what Y/n assumed would be the end of the discussion to Nines. He nods. 

"Okay then. Now. What is it that you have planned?"

-

"Okay. So. I think maybe we should do something scary. 2 years ago. Me and Hank dressed up as clowns, and scared the hell out of Gavin. It was hilarious." Y/n absently spoke. They searched through their phone for ideas that may spark interest in them. Deciding on creating something new and from scratch. 

Nines was busy placing items in Y/n's bag so the two could leave the station and do whatever it was Y/n had in store.

Nines zipped up the bookbag before turning away from the desk to face. Only to find them already examining his form. 

The yellow soon took the place of the blue on his LED. His eyebrows furrowed. 

"What?" He asks. Y/n hummed. 

"I was thinking of what would suit you." They replied. As they spoke Nines handed Y/n their bookbag, which they thanked him before slipping it on over their shoulders. 

"We can head to my house and see ideas from there." Y/n started. Adjusting the straps onto their shoulders as they took several steps forward towards the exit. They didn't have much time from now till tomorrow night, the gears in Y/n's head were turning. What should they do? What should they dress as for their costumes? And most importantly. Make sure Nines had a good night out for his first ever outing. 

Y/n placed the phone back in theirpocket. Before reaching over to unlock the door. They felt Nines walk behind them, swatting and flicking their hand away from the latch to open the door. 

"I'm driving. You get to the passenger side and think about what your plan will be." Nines spoke. Y/n flinched their hand away from the latch. 

"Ow, okay, okay--" they made their way around the car to the passenger side. Y/n was positive the only real reason he wanted Y/n to sit out on driving was because last time they were behind the wheel, a favorite song of theirs that they vaguely remembered from some time ago came on the radio station when they were patrolling the downtown area of Detroit. 

All Y/n could say was how Nines was extremely pissed with their screeching out lyrics that he wasn't paying attention to. More of Y/n's abrupt screaming. Which is why he didn't want them touching the wheel while he was in the car with them.

Slipping inside the car. Y/n closed the door. Hearing from their opposite side that Nines was in the car as well. 

"Keys." He spoke up. Y/n automatically reached in their dress pants pockets in search of the keys. Once feeling the cool metal against their digits. They handed them to Nines. Where as he started the car. 

Y/n slide off their bookbag. And turned to toss it in the back of the car. Where a paper bag was seen lazily balled up on the floor. Seeing the Red Ice cases increased exponentially, there were many stakeouts that Y/n and Nines were assigned to. Sitting out in the car for long periods of time did spike up an appetite in Y/n's stomach every once in a while. Of course, Nines scolded them for not eating before arriving on the scene, but that didn't stop them from getting food. 

Once situated and Nines driving down the street. Y/n slipped their phone back out. 

"So. How do you feel being a butcher?" They asks. Nines stared at the road. Silent for a moment as he contemplated what Y/n said. 

"A butcher..? Odd, how would that in any way be a good costume?" He asks. Y/n placed their phone their lap. 

"Bloody butcher. You know. Kill people? Chop chop? Blood. Chains and all that jazz." They replied. Flipping through the many photos of cheap costumes that would wear out in later than a few months if they were to purchase one.

"I can't make a firm decision on what to wear. You do that." He spoke up. Y/n hummed in acknowledgment. As much as they wanted Nines to choose for himself. He often had a hard time doing so. Of course he did things his own way, but only for a purpose of doing his job. Completing his mission. 

"Well then. Butcher it is," they replied. 

Once making it into the warm house that groped around Y/n with its comforting warmth. Y/n dropped their bookbag on the ground by the couch. Plopping down onto the cushion. And letting out a long needed sigh. They heard Nines close and lock the front door. 

The tension in Y/n's muscles slowly eased its way into relaxation. This wasn't the first time Nines had seen Y/n's place. Only resorting to be at their doorstep to wake them up at ungodly hours for emergency crime scenes that so happened to pop up out of nowhere. Or to drive them home when they are tired to do it half the time themself.

The TV was still on playing from earlier in the morning when Y/n left. On the same channel and same soft spoken volume. 

"Alright. Come on. Sit." They finally mustered up the energy to speak. Nines - who was standing next to the couch, took a seat next to Y/n as they opened their phone once more. 

"So. I was thinking on the way here. A bloody butcher. Both you and I. I think that would be fun." They proclaimed it was some extremely good news. But to Nines, it was more of good news to Y/n, but he didn't say anything. His pale optics pierced Y/n's face. His eyebrows raised slightly. Y/n gave him a smile, one of reassurance. "Oh come on, don't worry. You'll love it. I saw you have a knack for violent things." They chuckled. Moving over to their coffee table to pick up the laptop that was sitting on it. Nines LED flickered a stark red. 

"I'm assuming you would think I'm a violent person because of how I handle things on the field?" It didn't sound like much of a question.

 "Well duh. You do tend to man-handle the hell out of the suspects." Y/n replied. Nines didn't say anything else. Instead, watch as Y/n typed into the computer. After a while. They sat back on the couch and glanced at Nines. 

"This should work out. Not to mention be a good sight for my budget." They said. Y/n turned the laptop around and showed a photo of the costume, which was just general ideas of what items they planned on looking for. 

Nines stared at the screen. His LED circling around. Once. Twice. Before turning yellow. 

"Are you purchasing these from a store?" He asks. Y/n nods. Nines nods as well. 

"Yeah. Tomorrow after work we both are going to go gather the materials to put together the costume. Oh, this should be fun! Believe it or not. Gavin is such a scary cat. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to scare the hell out of him!" They gave a laugh before setting the laptop on the table. 

"But, really Nines. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I promise. That when this is all over. I'll not goof around for 1 entire month." They said. Y/n lifted their hand, poking out their pinkie finger. Nines stared at their hand before looking at them.He lifted his hand before pushing Y/n's hand away with his back hand.

"I'll take your word on it, Detective." He says. 

"Oh come on. Don't be like that. Smile for once. My gosh." Y/n lets out a chuckle. Lifting one hand to pull at his cheek. Her thumb tugging at the corner of his right lip in an attempt to tug it upwards. Nines - once again, swatted their hand away from his face. A scowl interrupting his blank expression.

"Stop."

"Whatever, tomorrow. It'll be great, you'll have fun, I promise."

-

Nines watched as Y/n stated at the rack of clothes. Having trouble deciding what Nines would best fit his costume. They decided to purchase his first. The two left the station an hour ago, to get ready for the party that was only 4 hours away. And time was ticking rather quickly with Y/n staring at the rack of clothes as if they had a hard time finding what to wear. 

Nines felt his hand lift up. Rubbing at his temple. His elbow resting on his other arm which was across his torso. 

"Y/n..."

Y/n let out a hum, signalling they heard what he said but kept their gaze on the rack.

"I think this would go by much quicker, if I were to pick out the clothes, and when you get home. You can put them together." He spoke. Y/n turned to face Nines. He saw them cross their arms. 

"Are you calling me slow?" They asks. But, he could tell Y/n wasn't offended by their ack of anger that he so happened to be acquainted with. 

"More, indecisive." He corrected. He saw their eyebrows furrow. But they quickly rose up as they understood what he meant. 

"I'm not having a hard time picking...just--look, this is supposed to be a me and you thing. Partner to partner, friend to friend. You know. So we can spend more time together instead of always yelling at each other like at work."

It was true. Nines and Y/n rarely got a long at work, Nines being a reason for the constant start of an argument between him and Y/n. That being either working on a case. At the station. Or even at a stake out. He always seemed to feed the flame just to spark Y/n's anger into nothing more than a hungry flame ready to lash out at anyone. But that was because Nines wanted things done the way he wanted them done. And Y/n rarely gave him what he wanted...and that was being serious on the job. But the explanation did make sense. More time spent outside to get to know more about each other...or rather spend more time with each other, could lower their rate or going after each other's throats. 

"So, you know. Come on. Let's Both pick our stuff out together." A hint of hope was evident in Y/n's voice. Nines nods, taking several steps forward, to analyse the rack. 

"I think you can do something with this."

-

"Ow! Stop! Stop!" Y/n hissed in pain, feeling Nines peel off the face mask from their face. They tried lifting their hand up to push his hand away. But he was one step ahead. Smacking their hand away for the upteempth time that week. The two finished picking out the clothing and items for their costume, only had 2 hours left to get dressed and ready, a lady that was an entrepreneur and had a clothing line. Gracefully gave Y/n and Nines a discount on what they needed for their costumes. Finding the generous offer kind, Y/n paid more than needed for the clothes, and spent almost half an hour speaking to the woman. Which knocked off much more time than needed. And Nines didn't want any delays in getting dressed - so almost immediately once the two reached Y/n's house. He started laying out stuff so the two could get ready. 

The first step being to peel off the face mask for Y/n so once they put the make up on their face for the costume it wouldn't be mixed with any bacteria and dirt. Which also was a pain in Y/n's ass to feel the mask pulling at their skin. And how Nines didn't seem to care much, instead. Resulting in him snatching off the mask piece by piece.

"You asshole! You're doing that on purpose!" Y/n barked. They reached up to punch Nines in his chest. But was interrupted by him snagging at the mask on their face once again. Placing the pieces in a trash can he took from the kitchen. 

"It shouldn't hurt that bad, stop whining. Or else this will take much longer than needed." He finally spoke up. Y/n sneered slightly as they felt him tilt their head so he could get the rest of the god-forbidden mask that seemed to be glued to their skin. 

After finally getting the pieces peeled off and placed in the trash. Nines stood up to take the trash back to its original spot in the kitchen. Y/n rubbed at their face. The skin feeling somewhat smoother, her pores finally able to get air comfortably. 

"Okay. Happy? The horrible dreadful part, as you quoted, is out of the way." Nines said. As he spoke Y/n mumbled a 'fucking finally' - and stood up. 

"Okay, we have plenty of time, Oh my god, this is going to be fun. Okay!" Almost immediately, Nines saw the excited expression overtake their expression again. Watching as they grabbed one of the bags and tossed it over to Nines. 

"Get dressed. I'll come back in here when I'm done."

Y/n was surprised with how their costume came out. The idea in their mind wasn't as exciting as they once was thinking. But seeing the white knee length apron. Black dress shirt, the tattered jeans that were tucked into the dark rain boots showed that the costume was supposed to resemble some sort of butcher. A few things are missing here and there. But was still proud of how it came out. 

Deciding on going back in the living room to get the last back on the coffee table they remembered leaving on the table. Which contained the makeup and fake blood for the costumes...which of course was supposed to be added last. 

Walking down the hall and into the living room. Which was empty, in which Y/n didn't seem to take surprise. Thinking Nines went off somewhere in the house(such as the bathroom) , go get dressed. They didn't bother calling out for him. Instead, picking up the bag on the table to look through it. Seeing the many items in the bag, having a hard time choosing what to use first, they stared at the back in contemplation. Unaware of the sauntering figure that was creeping up behind them.

Deciding on finding it to be best, wait for Nines to come back and help with choosing what happens next. They places the bag on the table once again. They turned around to go and look for Nines. Only to quickly pause in their movement upon seeing the figure behind them Y/n jumped slightly. Their calves hit the coffee table. 

It was Nines, dressed in the costume, the black apron tied to his waist tightly, instead of a dress shirt that Y/n sported, Nines had on a black turtleneck, which really fit with the costume. Y/n could see the chains wrapped around his wrist, the sound of the metal clanking against each other. 

They saw the pig mask, the one Y/n picked out because Y/n found it oddly suiting Nines. The boar's head seemed pretty realistic, the blemishes and red markings on the facial area wavered Y/n's sense of security. They could barely see his eyes through the mask...where the eyes are of course.

"Jeez. You scared me there for a second." Y/n mumbled. 

But, Nines didn't say anything. The feeling of his form towering over Y/n, made them realize how some suspects the two brought in everyday had to face his wrath in an interrogation...or just a simple ass kicking. From what Y/n remembers. Nines never lost in a single fight. 

"Is this your way in trying to scare me? If so. It's not working." They let out a chuckle, which was half-heartedly. Nines - instead of replying. Let out a grunt. Which Y/n could deem animalistic. Y/n flinched. Shooting him a glare in a way to get him to knock off whatever he was pulling. 

"The hell? Did you growl at me?" They spat. Instead of - once again. Not replying. Nines turned around to walk off down the hall where the bathroom was located. 

"Where are you going?" They asks. There was no reply. Only the sound of the chains clanking against each other and the squeaking of the rainboots answered them question. 

"..." Y/n felt their eyebrow twitch. Almost a second letter. Nines came back out the hall. Looking the same, except holding the boars mask in his hand, which he didn't seem to have any interest in wearing. 

"Dude, what the hell?" 

Nines looked at Y/n. His LED flickering to yellow almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow; "is there a problem?" He asks. Y/n scrunched their nose up and nodded. 

"Uh, yeah. You were just out here - not even a minute ago. You just walked off. Not to mention, growled at me." They answered. Y/n saw the LED on Nines temple slowly circled to the stark red, his eyebrows furrowed. 

"I was in the bathroom all this time." He said. Y/n only gave him a blank expression. Which only remsebled an expression that they didn't believe what he said. 

"I was--"

"Anyway. Come on. Let's put this last bit of stuff on so we can leave."

-

"You're getting blood everywhere." Nines informed. Watching as Y/n drove down the ride they tried sitting themselves in the seat comfortably so the fake blood on the apron wouldn't smear on the car seat. It would be a pain to get it out. 

"I know that, Nines. Shut up, pighead. Besides, it's not even real." They muttered. Nines lifted the corner of his lip in a way to sneer. 

"Hilarious. I almost forgot to laugh at that one."

"You forget to laugh everyday." They quickly shot back. Nines only rubbed his temple with a sigh. "You truly are a mess." He sighs. Y/n laughed, keeping their eyes on the road. 

"You're damn right, a hot mess. Trust me. Tonight will be fun! Don't worry, really!" Nines didn't reply. Instead watched the road and the many buildings that passed by. His gray optics flickered over to Y/n. Spending an entire day with his partner did have its ups and downs. But it wasn't as life-threatening as he thought it would be. 

"So. Are you enjoying yourself so far? You know. Being costume twins and all. I think it's fun." Y/n asked. Nines tapped his index finger in his knee. 

"Rather childish. But if it can get you to stop quiping me about dressing up with you. I guess this won't be too bad." He responds. Hearing Y/n tap the wheel with their fingers. 

"Thanks for doing this with me, really. Maybe tonight you and I can go and get something to eat."

"I don't eat."

"....I mean. You could at least act like you do. Like jeez, what the hell." They muttered. Once again, complaining. Mumbling about. "Just stuff the food in your mouth and spit it out. Make it seem like you can or something--"

"Alright--okay. I'll take you out to dinner tonight. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Nines finally spoke up. Interrupting her from her charades of complaining. Almost quickly, a smile replaced their frown. 

"Yes, sir. That's exactly what I want to hear. You. Nines. My partner. Taking me to get dinner." They quipped. Nines glanced at them. Shaking his head slowly. 

"Holy shit!" Gavin stared at the two. Watching as Nines was busy behind Y/n speaking to Hank from behind the boar's mask. A smile graced Hank's lips. His hands on his hips. He didn't dress as anything like the majority of the people did. Instead...well...showing up in his casual clothes. 

"Wow. Next year. Me and you and dressing up together." Gavin nudged Y/n's shoulder. Causing them to chuckle. 

"I mean. I was going around the office asking people. And they either were dressing up as something already, or were dressing up as something already. Same thing. I know." They grinned, already knowing what Gavin was about to say. 

"You didn't ask me you little shit!"

"Oops?"

Gavin rolled his eyes. Swatting his hands in a way to shoo the conversation away. "Nines look terrifying as hell." He looked over at their partner who was still speaking with Hank. Y/n nods. 

"I'm not surprised. You're scared of everything." She said. Gavin shot her a look. 

"Hey, plastic-prick. Over here!" Gavin snaps his fingers. Y/n saw Nines look away from Hank. And over to Gavin. Hank looked over as well. Nines walked over to the two. Once in earshot he turned his head away from Y/n to look at Gavin. 

"Yes?" He asks. Gavin flicked the boar's snout.

"Sup." 

"I don't know what I expected wasting my time walking over here." Nines muttered. Gavin laughs. Almost immediately, Nines jumped towards Gavin. Which also startled Y/n. The two shrieked at the sudden action from Nines. Hearing Hank laugh in the background was what pulled Gavin from his pose. Which he moved to grip Y/n's shoulder. In a pose like he was hiding behind them.

"You Jackass!" Gavin shouts. Hank howled with laughter. Walking over to give Nines a pat on the back. 

"Good one!" 

Y/n felt their heartbeat in their chest like drums. They couldn't find an exact reason why they got jumpy. Letting out a sigh as they placed a hand on their chest. Hearing Gavin bicker in the background along the lines of "I'll fucking end you!"

Meanwhile, Y/n stared across the street. Which had a good view of an alleyway. Seeing two figures facing each other. Once being noticeably shorter than the other.  The short figure...which the two really resemble the silhouette from the lack of light in the area (considering the sun had set) the short figure seemed to be pointing its finger at the taller figure's chest. From the body movements the person seemed to be angry. As on the other hand the taller figure - standing still and stiff as a plank just stood there. 

Y/n watched for a few more moments. Whatever commotion they were hearing on their side of the street was muffled to them.

Soon, the short figure head turned towards the direction Y/n was in - across the street. Which the taller figure took notice of. The two stared at them. The tall figure seemed to tap its leg. Causing the short figure the scurry off somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway. 

Raising a hand. The tall figure that was left in the alleyway waved. Y/n furrowed their eyebrows. 

Who the hell was that?

"Y/n! Come on, get your ass in here before you freeze!" Y/n heard Hank shout from the door. Y/n quickly snapped from their clouded reality. Looking at Hank who was holding the door open. Shoot a gaze back at the alley, only to see nothing. 

-

"And I said. Give me my shit. Or I'll put a foot up your ass." Gavin said. The booth that was placed in the back of the room, either chuckled, laughed or said commented on his story. Which was Chris. 

"Honestly. I wouldn't be too surprised if she got a restraining order on your crazy ass." Chris chuckled. Gavin only shot him a large grin. Chris's wife smiled at the two. Shaking their head. The majority of the party dressed up. Either it being werewolves, vampires, zombies. It was something...despite the fact that one of the officers came with a macaroni box. 

The booth sat, Connor, Hank, Nines, Y/n, Gavin, Chris and his wife. Drinks were passed, and also laughs. (Will except from Nines of course)

The night was smooth. And not to mention fun. 

Y/n, still kept tethering back and forth from the odd altercation at home with Nines. And from what they saw in the alleyway. 

Nines sat next to them. Listening to Gavin speak. On and on. 

"So. Are you two still together or not?" Chris asked. Gavin's and his significant other had...somewhat of a toxic relationship. Constant fighting, either it be verbal or...from what Gavin didn't want to admit. But it was obvious. Physical. From both parties. But, Y/n never really intervened. It wasn't their business. So they didn't care much about it. Though the stories were funny. 

Digging into their pockets in search of their phone. They didn't feel it. Taking note they must have left it outside in the car. 

"I'll be right back. I have to go get my phone."

-

Sitting in the driver's seat. Y/n checked to see if the device was at a proper percentage. She closed the car door and sighed. Scrolling through it sees nothing new. They turned around to face the building to return. They stopped and looked up. Seeing a figure by the light pole in front of them The figure had the same costume as Y/n. The apron. The boots. Pants. Looking up they saw...the same face. It was Y/n!

The dark circles under the eyes were much noticeable. The blue surgical mask covered the lower half of the person's face. But Y/n wasn't stupid. They saw themself many times in the mirror to tell who it was. And every strand of hair on the person's head. Could tell that certainly was Y/n. 

The e/c eyes stared at Y/n's form. Boring into their face. A feeling they similarly got only from Nines.  But the gaze coming from..them, made Y/n freeze.

Staring at the person. It was like an exact replica, a doppelganger. 

Y/n could hear the sounds coming from the person. A muffled purr of some sort, scuffling shoes. It couldn't seem to stand still.

"...who are you--" Y/n was cut off by the doppelganger launching itself towards them - gripping the side of their face. It's nails digging into their skin. Y/n let out a surprised scream. Hearing the strained grumbles and grows coming from the thing on top of them.

Y/n felt themself land on the ground. The concrete knocking the wind from their body. Y/n was more surprised than scared. Of course they had many hand to hand combat on the field. But this didn't feel right at all.

Acting quick and raising an arm to shove off the doppelganger. Switching sides as they were now on top of the person, straddling it by the hips, Y/n felt it shift and swing an arm. Y/n quickly backed off of the person in an attempt to not get hit. It had a knife. Making it clear that it was meaning to harm Y/n. Y/n quickly backpedaled and stood up.  The sound of their huffing and puffing. And both of their shoes scuffling on the pavement. The person stood up. Shaking itself as if to remove the dirt that collected on its shirt from the pavement.

"Y/n. What's ta-"

"Okay, so Nines! There's some weird shit going on!" Y/n jogged over to the door that Nines held open. He was now staring at Y/n's doppelganger who quickly had stood up staring at the two. Once it made eye contact with Nines. It seemed to stop in its former actions and stare, before scurrying away down the sidewalk. 

"Who was that? What's going on?" He asks. Y/n shoved Nines into the building as he spoke. 

"I don't know! But we have to do something!" She shouts. The LED on Nines temple was flickering from red to yellow. Y/n was already making their way towards the booth. 

"Hank. You would not believe this. But I just got attacked by my own self. We need to find out what's going on." Y/n interrupted whatever conversation he was having with the group at the table. Connor was the first to look over. 

"Yourself?"

"Yes! Now come on. This is serious." Hank could tell whether or not Y/n was joking or not. Which...truly wasn't that hard to tell if they were. He stood up from the booth, luckily he was seated on the outside. 

"What's going on?" 

Nines soon made his way over to the table. 

"I was attacked by someone who looked exactly like me. Which, that can explain what happened earlier today. But! I have a crazy ass doppelganger!"

"Oh Christ." Hank muttered. Crossing his arms and looking at Y/n and then at Nines. And back at Y/n.

Gavin soon stood up.

"Oh, I have to see this." He spoke up. Hank ignored the man and looked back at Y/n. "Where did you last see this person."

"When I was outside. It attacked me--"

"The hell? Did you go after them?"

"No. They ran away before I can even do anything." Hank nods. Snapping his finger and pointing towards the exit.

"To the car. Let's go. Connor. Come on." Connor stoop up and stood next to Hank.

"Looks like we got some searching to do."

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do the requests have to be ‘___ x Reader’ or can they be other ships as well? OwO

I only do x readers. And some canon ships 😩 like I have a reed900 ship that was requested that I'm currently working on.

[jitter-bug]

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Nines x Reader (Detroit: Become Human)

This story is for Mature Audience. This features, death, gorey depictions and vulgar language.

A/n: ;;;) I did this as quick as I could. I hope you enjoy

Taglist: @theamreath

The whispering in the air. Gave gentle shivers down Y/n's spine. The dark gray clouds. Looming over the city of Detroit to share its tears. 

Little to no light was evident in the building. 

Y/n didn't arrive upon the abandoned building from a dare or even just rumors. 

Her own curiosity and boredom was the reason She even landed a foot in the building. 

The air was stale. Evident that the building stood in all its glory for years now. The chilly crisp air from outside still invaded the building. Y/n could feel it nip at her skin. 

The flashlight in her hand did lead the way through the building. It lights a path through the building. Old stores and food stands that once glowed with light. Sat in neglect. Dust collects on the gates that separated the stores and dust collects on the food stands counter.

The shards of glass and debris that decorated the linoleum floor crushed under Y/n's boots. 

The building gave off a serene feeling. Cascaded Y/n in nostalgia. How she mesmerized and sunk her mind into the deep depths of memories. Of when she would attend the mall. With family and friends. The stores that burned bright with lights. And the theater was on the second floor. How every time she walked near the cinemas. The smell of popcorn was evident in the air. 

Y/n pulled herself from her thoughts. Looking ahead to the stairs...which was once a working operating escalator. 

Thankfully walking to the second floor without a problem--the graffiti signs on the wall. And left over clothes and bags from previous explorers. Y/n glanced at the work of art on the walls. Before tearing her gaze to turn around. Gazing at the bottom floor. Which also showcased the rest of the building. The ceiling was a glass pane that glared down into the building. What was left of the moon that was hidden behind the clouds. Peered down into the mall. Walking over to the railing. She had a better view of the building.

Her damp hair from the rain clinging onto her scalp and forehead. 

She was certain she would catch a cold if she stood out in the cold any longer. But too entranced by the lighting of the mall in front of her. Pushed those thoughts away. 

The cool shivers inched down her spine once more. Like something..colder was near her.  

"It's not often someone willingly comes around to explore." The voice startled Y/n. She flinched. Her hands were widening. Which causes her to let go of the flashlight that was idly in her grip. It fell over the railing and down to the second floor. Distant 'Clank!' Echoed throughout the building. Patterning of feet could be heard. A small rodent scurried away from the abrupt noise. 

Y/n quickly whipped around. And was met with a man. Lanky in stature. Broad shoulders. His brown hair was dark in the dim area. Y/n would have mistaken his hair to be a jet burnt black if it weren't for the little light that was coming from the window pane on the ceiling. 

He had on a black sweater. Which Y/n soon noticed was a turtleneck. And jeans. 

His eyes are pale grey. Which was busy observing Y/n's form. The corner of his lips twitched slightly. As his index finger tapped his thigh. 

"Did I frighten you? I'm terribly sorry. It gets lonely. Sitting here alone every night." His face was devoid of emotion. His eyebrows etched together slowly. Y/n placed both her hands on the railing behind her. If she was aware someone else was in the building. She would have taken precautions before willingly tossing herself in the abandoned building. "...who are you? How long have you been here?" She asks. The man in front of her was slow to answer. Taking his time as he eyed her slowly. 

"My name is Connor...though. I was originally known as Nines." His pale eyes glanced around him slowly. As if showcasing the area they stood in.

 "I've been here for some time now." Y/n glanced around the building as well. Glancing at Connor ever so often to make sure he didn't edge any closer. Trying to find what he was hinting at. Before looking back at his form. 

He didn't move. Instead. He motioned towards the area behind Y/n with his hand. Which was the railing that peered down at the bottom level of the building. But. Y/n didn't turn around. Letting go of the railing. She felt her clammy hands. Heat up. She couldn't tell if she was nervous or scared. 

Y/n stared at Connor as he turned his gaze. Back onto her. The two stood there. Staring at each other. Y/n could feel the cool atmosphere that the msle in front of her brought with him. 

The silence was thick. Y/n felt as if cotton was shoved into her mouth. Making her unable to speak. The energy...felt wrong...and negative.

That was until Connor abruptly lifted his arm. His hand reaching out. Signalling a hand shake. Y/n looked down at his hand. His skin complexion of what resembled a porcelain doll. Or a polished exterior hospital wall. 

Without hesitation. Y/n rose her hand. Placing in Connor's Palm. Whereas the two shook each other's hand. 

"My name is Y/n." She replies. His hands were chilly. His thumb had rubbed against her knuckles slowly. As if he were feeling the bones underneath. Feeling each knuckle. The feeling clouded Y/n's mind. Her eyes that were once glued onto hands that entertwined with one another and back to Connor's eyes. Which was still glued onto her face.  

"Y/n..yes...what a wonderful name…" he spoke from the center of his lips. As if he were occupied from different things roaming around in his head.  

The feeling of being under pressure and startled had left Y/n. Instead keeping her gaze on Connor's features. His jaw. His pale complexion that made it easier to see his freckles that was ever so noticeable. 

"My...aren't you...warm." His hand latched onto Y/n's wrist. His fingers inching under her sleeve to feel the warmth that she provided. Y/n raised her eyebrows. His cool fingers felt like it was robbing her from her warmth. But she remained calm. 

Feeling as his hand traveled up her forearm. Shoulder and then neck. Slowly planting his hand around Y/n's neck, Y/n straightens her neck from the feeling of his nail puntering the crook of her neck. His chilled hand pulled Y/n's closer to her slowly. The sound of Y/n's shoes scraping the floor kicking over glass shards and other debris echoed through the area.

She placed her hands on Connor's chest. A way to have what left of space Y/n could have. 

She felt the tip of his nose touch her scalp. His grip tighten, Y/n could feel her pulse beating against his thumb. 

"I've never seen you before. I don't really come here often...I'm assuming you visit this place?" Y/n asked. Connor's grip loosened. She could feel his thumb twitch under her skin. Her pulse beating against his thumb. 

He let's go of her. Moving his gaze to look down at her.  

Y/n takes a step back. Moving her gaze to look up at Connor. His eyebrows knitted together once more. 

'Clank!' 

The sound of feet scurrying from the left of the two echoed. Y/n and Connor looked over to see that a broomstick had fallen onto the ground. The racoon that was busy searching on the dusted floor. Saw the two figures looking over. Letting out a hiss, before retreating away. 

"Fear isn't really something you're capable of...am I wrong?" Y/n's gaze returned back to Connor's. His gray optics pinned down on Y/n's form. His nose twitched ever so slightly that it was barely noticeable, but Y/n noticed. 

Y/n was caught off guard from the question. No one ever asked her anything like that. No one really cared to ask. Y/n always had a higher tolerance for walking into dangers. That being jumping boats while out with friends. Crossing incoming trains on train tracks when she was just a kid. Or hopping from tree to tree. She was...in a way...adventurous to see where her body would call its limits. But she never really found that trigger. Until...she was met with the man in the abandoned mall. 

"I can feel fear--"

"I would think you would find it strange...being in the same atmosphere with someone who you hardly know...letting him speak to you…" His voice slowly eased lower. His tone became hushed. His left hand rests beneath Y/n's left elbow. Slowly guiding it upwards to place her hand on his chest. His right hand followed to place it on her cheek. 

"To touch you…"

Y/n felt the warm feeling in her chest bubble. Which soon casted down to her abdomen. His presence or effecting her form. His words and tone make her lightheaded. And the touch of his fingers burning her skin. It were as if something in her awakened. Finally seeing reality as some sort of game. She didn't know who he was. Or what he was capable of. Or what crimes he committed. What history he had under his belt. This was a man that she had never seen before. 

Her mind felt cloudy and occupied with many things. How come his presence. Made her...feel...cautious? Something she never really felt. She was ripped from her thoughts. Blinking over her glazed eyes. To bring her attention back to Connor. 

"...I'll make you feel fear.." He finished. Y/n felt her eyebrow twitch. Her heart stopped completely. 

"...what?"

 Y/n didn't get an answer. Instead she was shoved backwards. Her back hitting the railing that showed the bottom floor of the mall. A short shriek escaped her throat. She thought she would have flipped over and fell off the railing. But a hand gripped the front of her shirt. Hauling her up. Her feet lifting off the ground. It was abrupt. Y/n could feel her form get hot. Triggering every nerve in her body. She was scared. She was...scared. 

Of all the things she did. A man she doesn't know at all. Had her scared...well...that was because she was certain her life would be taken. 

Y/n felt Connor's leg between hers. As his other leg squeezed her left leg. Locking her in place so she wouldn't move. 

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on! Wait!" Y/n shouts. Her voice echoed through the building. Connor's stoic expression glanced down at Y/n. 

Y/n's breathing was heavy and rigid as she kept glancing behind her. Certain that he might toss her over. 

"Don't kill me please...I-...Please! I mean...come on. Throwing me off a railing? Thats-that's a--That's an amateur move!" Y/n tripped and stammered over her words. Connor heard she was tethering from fear to anxiety. 

"Oh...I'm not throwing you off of anything.." His hand rose up. Cupping the back of her neck. His thumb pressing into the crook of her neck once again. Feeling her quicken pulse caused his eyebrows to raise slowly, before knitting back together. 

"What are...you going to do to me then…" she muttered immediately after he finished speaking. 

Connor stared into her e/c eyes. He was close. Y/n could feel the tip of his nose touching hers. 

"I'm going to ravish you...devour you…" His words slow as his eyes followed his thumb that was rubbing against Y/n's cheekbone.

"Is this...how you get your victims…? You..just lead them in? You sick fuck?" Y/n spat. Connor's expression was blank for a moment. Before the corner of his lips twitched slowly. A smile easing onto his face. 

"You are one naive woman." He muttered. Y/n felt the bit of courage that was once shrouded with fear. Slowly ease it's way back up. She gave him a shaky scowl. Before spitting into his face. Which so happened to get into his eye. Connor huffed and quickly let his hand fly to his eye. As he did so. Y/n shoved him away. Connor stumbled slightly. But kept his footing. 

Y/n fell to the ground. Her knees landing onto the glass shards as well as her hands. She hissed in pain. Feeling the glass mostly sink into the heel of her hand. 

Connor was quick to regain his posture. 

"Very bold of you. I must say. I do acknowledge your courage. It's intriguing. But smells awful." Connor piped up. His wrist sleeve wiped at his eye.

Y/n backpedaled away from his sauntering form. Before heaving herself up and running off. Shoot in down towards the staircase she entered from. Oddly enough she didn't hear the heavy footsteps she thought she would hear. Or the curses or many putrid name callings for her spitting into his eye. Instead.

When she reached the end of the staircase. Looking back up where the railing was. She saw no one. Y/n huffed and heaved. From the running. The new found feeling of fear which triggered her fight for flight instincts. Something she didn't think she had. 

"...fuck…" Y/n let out a shaky whisper. She couldn't see a thing. Slowly taking a 180 as she looked around for her flashlight she quickly remembered dropping. Almost immediately she was met with the pure light that acted as an angel. Leading her to what she saw as freedom. 

Quickly running over to the flashlight. Y/n picked up the flashlight. Shaking it to make the dim light brighter. The light flickers before turning back on. 

"Thank God…" Y/n muttered. Taking a step back to try and find a way out of the darkness and building. But was interrupted by feeling the touch of a body pressed against her back. Y/n didn't take a second chance in hesitating. She quickly turned around and was met with Connor. 

"How did yo-"

"I'll give you time...run around. Go on...find your way out...let you run your energy out. I really don't play cat and mouse." Connor interrupts. Y/n could feel her senses coming to her. Staring at Connor's form. His pale complexion was still noticeable. Y/n could see through his skin on his neck. How purple and red veins that intertwined with each other pulsed slowly. 

"...you aren't human…"

"I would think someone as smart as you would have caught on." Connor took a step forward. His tall stature sauntering towards Y/n. Y/n did the opposite. Taking a step back each time he got closer. She understood. 

The cool air. The negative feeling that triggered her and the constant feeling of a occupied mind. 

He wasn't alive at all. He was a spirit. An evil entity. 

As Y/n finally managed to think straight. She felt the flashlight get smacked from her hand. It flew away from the two. Y/n shrieked once more as Connor managed to pin her to the ground. Taking both of her wrist. And pinning them by the side of her head. 

His intertwined with hers to keep her in space. 

"Let me go!"

The light slowly spun on the ground. Before landing on Y/n's and Connor's form. He was hunched over her. Y/n looked up once finally getting light. She saw Connor's mouth open. Inhumane teeth protruding out. Showing the pink gums and saliva that slowly dripped from his mouth. Which Y/n could only see it resembles as an open maw. 

The strings of saliva fell onto Y/n's forehead. Cheekbone and chin. She felt the tears bubbling in her eyes. 

She screamed. And kicked. But to no avail he didn't move. His mouth latched onto her neck. His teeth penetrated her skin. Y/n could feel the oxygen in her slowly being robbed away. The mixture of the warm blood that ran down her neck. Shoulder and floor and the mixture of the warm saliva made her stomach drop. 

She was going to die. Connor let go of Y/n's wrist. His hands reaching up to tug at her hair. 

Y/n felt her eyes blur up. Tethering from death and life. Hanging on the last tree limb. By letting out a strained cry for help. Hearing the sickening crack of muscles popping and tissue ripping.

Connor placed his hand on Y/n's face. A way to show some sort of sign of affection. 

Y/n felt her left hand searching for something on the floor. Her fingertip brushed a thick shard of glass. Maneuvering it to her grip. She swung her arm around. A shout of pain exiting her throat. She lunged the shark glass into Connor's back. The pressure of gripping the glass. And pulling it from his back, caused her to slice her hand. But that was the least of her worries. 

She felt the teeth that felt like needles sinking into her skin. Quickly leave her neck. She swung again. And it stabbed him in the base of his neck. 

Hearing the groans of pain as Connor sat up. His hand quickly shot up to cover the now waterfall of a wound on his neck. His eyes harden. Glaring down at Y/n as he saw her swing once more. This time. He was quick. His hand catching her by the wrist. His grip tightened. He had an iron grip on her wrist. Y/n let out a shaky sigh. The feeling of her bones being pressured on. And the glass deepening in her skin caused a shaky sob to exit her mouth. 

"...put...the glass...down…" he whispered calmly. His wrist loosened around her wrist. Y/n almost immediately dropped the glass. Hearing the depressing sound of the glass hitting the floor. 

The two stared at each other. The heaving sound of grunts and painful sighs emitting from their forms. Connor's eyes never left Y/n's. Watching as the blood slowly seeped from her. 

Y/n stared up at him. Their eyes locked. Y/n felt lightheaded. Her body felt light. She saw as Connor looked down at the palm of his hand. The crimson substance glimmered from the light that was feet away. 

Y/n felt the tears fall to the ground. As Connor got up. He lifted his form off her. His palm still glued to his neck. She saw as he turned his back from her. She saw him hunched over. Hand on the nearest wall. His head stooped low. As blood and saliva rained down to the floor from his mouth. Strings of saliva. Mixed in with blood. It was like the ladders that were attached to the helicopters to help people on and off. 

"I gave you life...and you do this to me?" His husky voice spoke out. Y/n slowly stood up. Stumbling over. Her blurry vision hadn't subsided. The ringing in her ears only told her...she was near death. He did something to her. 

"What….what did you do to me?" She whispered. Her voice barely above that. 

Y/n heard the cracking of Connor's jaw. He slowly pushed himself from the wall to slowly face Y/n. 

"I gave you life. And YOU'RE GOING TO WALK ON ME?!" He shouts. His voice echoed. It caused Y/n to freeze in her footsteps. 

"You will die...but you will come back...as something more. Something...better." He whispered. Y/n caught on. Her lip quivered. Her hand reached up to press against the wound. 

"Why...would...do that?" She said. Connor walked towards her once more. But his footsteps were slow. 

"It gets lonely here. Being bounded to this god forsaken building..I found you..and Y-"

"NO!" Y/n shouts. Her voice cracking. She breathed heavily as she saw Connor's expression. He didn't have one. His eyebrows knitted together as he watched her back away. Behind a table. Which he slowly rounded to get to her.

"I don't want to be here with you."

"Everyday. You'll see me. You will...learn to appreciate my presence." He said. Y/n felt herself give out. She couldn't hang on much longer. She huffed. Feeling the life literally exit her form as she falls to the ground. Connor stopped walking. Watching as Y/n's form. Laid on the ground. Lifeless.

'Meow'

The soft sound emitting from the animal next to Y/n caused her eyebrows to furrow. She heard birds. Chirping. Singing a melody that broke Y/n from her trance. 

Her eyes opened. She was met with the sun. In all its glory. It didn't give much warmth. But she felt it on her face. The cool ground beneath her was dry. She was outside. Laying in a patch of grass. 

She looked over and saw a figure. Their back was turned. Facing the sun. Which was rising. Y/n could see that she was in a parking lot. The blurry vision subsided. And she could see that...it was Connor. Y/n felt her heart leap into her throat. She sat up slowly. Yet cautiously, pausing in her movements. She felt the thick fabric on the side of her neck where she was bitten by him...and in her hand. She looked down at her palm. Where she once held the glass shard. The stinging pain is still sad evident under the gauze.

She reached a hand up. Placing it on the side of her neck. Her fingertips pressing against the bandage. 

Without a second thought. Y/n heaved herself up. The sudden ruffling of her clothes caught the attention of the cat that was in Connor's arms. The kitten's ear twitched towards Y/n before the kitten glanced over towards her. This also caught the attention of the male that once was the enemy...if Y/n could even call him that.  

Y/n could see the bandage on Connor's neck. As She walked over. She saw his eyes closed. He didn't sleep. But more busy taking in the serene ambience. "Did you...patch me up?" Y/n asked. Her voice was a hushed tone. She stood some ways from him. She glanced around the empty parking lot. Weeds peeking from the asphalt. And many either forgotten cars sat in the lot. Or litter dragged in from rodents of random pedestrians. 

"Correct." Connor replied. His eyes opened. His gray optics glancing at Y/n. 

"Sit will you? Enjoy the sunrise with me." Y/n stared at him. Watching as the sun showed off the features of him. The skin. His eyes. Hair. Just the structure of his face alone, Y/n couldn't help but stare. It was like her fear completely vanished. But she knew. It was still there. Stuck with her. As if it were a secret achievement in her godforsaken life that she didn't care to unlock. Maybe if she learned fear was something important. She would have done things better. Picked better ways to go on with life...but now...she was pretty sure it was too late for that. 

Y/n slowly sat down next to Connor. Crossing her legs. She saw him let go of the kitten. Which the kitty bounded away from somewhere else.  "I've been...vulgar...and I want to apologize for my actions. You see. I consume off of fear...energy that you humans contain. Something that's not often seen around here. I couldn't help myself when I saw you." He spoke. Y/n slowly nods. Glancing away from the sun. And to Connor to see that he was already looking at her. "Am I dead?"

"Yes." Y/n's eye brows furrowed. Not in a way to seem upset...or angry...but more of...being perplexed. How? As she was stuck in her own inner turmoil. Connor index and thumb softly clamped onto her chin. Y/n's mind slowly eased from its debate. She didn't know what to feel.

His eyes scanned her face. His nose once again brushing against Y/n's. 

"Is this...some way for you coax me to try and attack me again?" Y/n whispered. Connor lets out a deep chuckle. 

"No."

"I'd figured since we will see each other constantly...maybe we can get acquainted with one another. I certainly would love to know someone like you...quite hard-headed from what it seems. But...you are something pure." He finished.

Y/n felt her heart drop. Not in a bad way. But in a sense of...intimacy. She stared at him. Licking her lips quickly. Feeling his lips brush against hers. Y/n couldn't...it felt wrong. She pulled away. As if he burned her. 

"No…" she stood up abruptly and turned away to walk off. Towards the building. 

She heard the footsteps behind her. 

"Can you stop following me like some lost poodle?! I don't want to see you." She shouts.

"I'm a patient man, Y/n. We do have all the time in the world. And I can promise you...I will wait for you to come back to me, I'll be that shoulder you can cry on every night. I can be the man that holds you, I can be anything you tell me to be, love. I mean. There's only so much space here you can try and run off to."

Connor said after her. Raising his voice the more distance she made between them. He saw her raise her hand. Her middle finger extended towards his direction as she walked into the nearest exit that led into the building. 

"I love you! I hope to hear from you!" He decided to feed the fire, a way to please himself in the sick joke he thought would he amusing to see her reactions. Only to get a distant shouted reply.

 "Fuck! YOU! Don't talk to me!" Connor placed his arms. Behind his back. Staring at the doorway Y/n disappeared off to. The birds chirping. Singing its melody that Connor would continue to listen to. 

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Halloween is just around the corner!

Now I know we are in some trying times right now. But I want to come back and give good to people.

I'm currently accepting any Detroit: Become Human requests! Remember. It's almost halloween! Make them spooky! Make them scary!

Don't worry. Not in the mood for any blood curling screams? If there are any fluff and nice smooth romance you would love to read. Just request it.

I'm brining back Detroit

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