#Dbh drabble

[8-rae-rae-8]

Cyberlife wanted an android that could worm it's way into places it should never have been.

More specifically, Kamski wanted an android smart enough to evolve and live as a human undetected.

And that's why Gavin Reed existed.

Documents forged, a full background and identity made with full memories of a childhood and a life all going inside his coding.

No LED, carefully manufactured blood that mimicked the look and smell of human blood. No thirium, somehow. Kamski already made legendary technology, and now he's making something more...

Gavin was released into the world, and immediately began to work to find a job. He needed a space to live, and he wanted a pet or two.

He went through the police academy then into the DPD. He easily climbed the ranks while no one suspected a thing. Like a human, he scarred and felt physical pain.

Gavin was Kamski's miracle. He went back to him at any given chance, he believed the man was his brother. His coding said so.

He didn't need deviancy to feel. He was like that from the start.

No one was supposed to know he wasn't human. And no one would find out if he kept it all under wraps...

[brighteststarinthesky]

The smoke from his cigarette whirled in strange patterns. Ashes spotted the table but he didn’t care. Each breath burned a little more than the previous one, and he could’t tell if it came from the smoke or the pain. 

It was constant, always nudging at the back of his mind. At work, in the car, even when he was joking around with Tina. A never ending feeling of loneliness and suffering. Sometimes it ebbed away but it was never truly gone. 

Gavin inhaled, the tip of the cigarette lighting up. The only other source of light in the room with the open window. It briefly washed his face in a warmth he only felt when he let the rage consume him. It happened more often than he would have liked to admit but he’d learned a long time ago that anger was easier to deal with than pain. So he buried it, deep deep inside. 

But sometimes, on quiet nights like tonight, the pain came forth. He’d only let his guard down for a short moment, nothing more than a few seconds but it’d been enough. 

Enough to let a memory come back. And it came back with a vengeance. With all the pain, and all the betrayal he tried so hard not to think about. 

He exhaled, his breath shaking from the tears he was so desperate to hold back. If anyone’d been there to ask he would have said it was shaking from the cold. Even here, in the emptiness of his kitchen, he could not bring himself to let go. Even here, in the loneliness of his home, he refused to let himself cry over him. 

To think he’d open up. To a fucking machine. How could he have been so stupid. He should have known better. Known better than to open up on it. Known better than to expect it to go well. Known better than hoping someone would fucking care about him for a change. He should have –

’’Shit !’’ he hissed, his fingers burned by the last ambers of his cigarette. 

Maybe it was the burn, or the soothing effect of the smoke, but he’d snapped out of the dark spiral of thoughts he’d been slipping into. 

Putting down the butt in the overflowing ashtray, he got up and headed for his room. He didn’t want to think anymore. He felt so drained he knew he’d fall asleep in a blink. 

He just hoped he wouldn’t dream of those sweet lips, the comfort they’d brought at times, or the cruel, violent words he now knew they could utter. 

[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[jude-shotto]

[ Gavin and Nines doing something dumb to rescue a kitten. - for Klayr de Gall💖]

Confession time: I read a drabble like this before so this therefore inspired by that so, dear author of said drabble, this is for you much love and kudos!

G9 cat squad! Have Sparky the android cat xD! Update: Here is the drabble in question by the lovely @embershx!

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[blooberrytea]

A Rom-Com Type Romance

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Summary: Connor takes some notes from rom coms!

Inspired by: this

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 380 (its a short drabble im so sorry)

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“What movie is that?”

You let out a hum as you looked up from your laptop, eyes landing on the tv before shifting to Connor.

“Sleepless in Seattle. It’s an old film.”

Connor tilted his head, taking a seat on the couch beside you. He didn’t watch a lot of movies but he was always pulled in by the ones you had on. It wasn’t unusual, it was almost like a hobby of yours– to put on a movie while you worked or cleaned or did any other mundane activity. He supposed you liked the background noise.

“What’s it about?”

You let out a soft laugh, closing your laptop slightly to give Connor your full attention.

“It’s a romantic comedy– A rom com. It follows a man who recently lost his wife,” You started, “His son tries to set him up with a new wife. He ends up meeting a woman who’s engaged, but she’s fallen in love with the guy.”

Connor hummed, furrowing his brows, “That seems… Messy.”

You laughed again, “Most rom coms are! But they’re cute. They give me a little warm fuzzy feeling.”

Warm fuzzy feeling? Maybe he should take some notes. It was no secret that he didn’t quite understand human intimacy. Connection with an android was just so much easier. He could pull back the layers of his synthetic skin, intertwine plastic fingers, and show exactly what he was feeling or thinking.

He wasn’t equipped with a romance program but he opened doors for you, he bought you flowers, he did the general “romantic” things!

But it didn’t feel like it was enough.

Upon rolling into the precinct the next morning, you found a quaint bouquet of flowers on your desk– Accompanied by a fresh coffee and a note stuck to your monitor.

“ ‘A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.’ “

You let out a soft laugh, looking up to meet Connor’s eyes from across the room.

“Quoting Shakespeare to me now, huh?”

“Only a nerd would recognize that as Shakespeare.” He quipped back, giving you a small smile as he approached your desk.

“Ohhh, please. You thoroughly enjoy my nerdiness.”

Connor hummed, drawing you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “Truer words have never been spoken.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 31: Rough Sex

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Character: Elijah Kamski

Warnings: rough sex, implied usage of toys, slapping of the ass, P in V, light bondage, after care.

A/n: last one and I wish I could have done better.

Elijah loved you, adores you, you were everything to him. His rock, his partner in life, the one he want’s to spend the rest of his life with. It was known to everyone how important you were.

He loves to spoil you, he would give you anything you desired and if he couldn’t he would try to create wherever it was.

He could never turn you down, not when you gave him that cute little smile he loved so much. Which his how he found himself in this predicament. You naked on the bed, arms tied above you.

Such an alluring sight, especially since your chest was heaving. You pussy wet from your last orgasm he brought forth thanks to the toy pushed off to the side.

“Elijah.” You whined, giving him a small pout. “I want you, now.”

Elijah’s eyes glinted with a mix of desire and amusement as he heard your desperate plea. Bending down,he wetted his lips with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with playful taunting.

"Oh, darling, you're so impatient," he teased, his voice husky with desire. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

He wasted no time in shedding his own clothes, his body now fully exposed to your hungry gaze. With a swift and fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs, his desire evident in every inch of his being.

He lent in close, his lips brushing against yours, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You ready, love? Because I'm about to fuck you so hard, it'll leave you breathless. Brace yourself, darling"

And with that, he plunged into you with a primal force, filling you completely. He set a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, his body moving in perfect synchrony with yours as your body arched from the restraints.

He reveled in the feel of your tightness around him, the way you clung to him, driving him further into a frenzy of pleasure. With each thrust, he relished in the sounds you made, the way your body responded to his every movement.

Your bodies moved together in a symphony of desire, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan. He was lost in the raw intensity of your connection, consumed by the hunger that drove you both.

He whispered in your ear, his voice filled with a mix of desire and adoration. "You feel so fucking good, beautiful. You're mine, all mine. And I'm gonna make you come so hard, you'll forget your damn name."

And true to his words, he continued to pound into you with an unrelenting fervor, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure, determined to make you scream his name in ecstasy.

Your eyes sliding closed as your felt your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching tightly around his cock, fingers clutching the restraints tightly in your fist.

Elijah’s eyes burned with desire as he felt your walls clench around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your climax with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.

"Fuck" he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and raw desire. "You came so hard, so beautifully. You're absolutely breathtaking."

He quickened his pace, chasing his own release as he reveled in the sensation of her pulsing around him. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a guttural moan as he found his own release, spilling himself inside of you. He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He turned to you, a contented smile on his face. "You are incredible. You never fail to amaze me."

Freeing your arms and legs,he pulled you close letting his arms wrap around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you. Always and forever."

[where-dreamers-go]

"Halloween Mission" Connor x Reader

(Imagine: Connor searching for you when your phone's battery dies.)

(A/N: This got out of hand and is basically an insert reader. Guess this is my first one with rk800!

Warnings: none. Unless you count a mild reference to Assassin's Creed.

Word Count: ?? I'm on my phone.)

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Of all nights, it was Halloween.

People were trick or treating, going to parties, working late shifts, causing mischief, eating candy, and a list of over fifty activities.

Connor had thought of them all and more unsavory ones. He had hoped that this year would be calm in the city. A big hope, but his nonetheless.

Deviancy tended to do that. Emotions.

Along with deviancy came new experiences and friendships. You were both of those surprises for Connor.

A friendship that may have started oddly, however neither of you would trade a second of it. Connor valued you as a friend. He cared. He could talk to you about anything. He trusted you.

Halloween night he worried.

Already knowing you were joining other friends to an event, Connor didn't want to interrupt your fun. Yet, you sent him photos throughout the night nonetheless. That wasn't the problem.

The issue arose when his texts were left unread. A promise of another set of photos was left empty. Your voicemail being the only reply Connor could receive.

He waited fifteen minutes. After that he checked to see your location via your phone. Nothing. No update.

Thirty minutes later, Connor was passing the third long line of guests as they waited to board an attraction.

In his life, he had not scanned so many faces in such a short amount of time.

Connor needed to find you. In a place that crowded, there was no telling what could have happened to you.

Hopefully nothing, Connor thought. This could be a sign of overreacting. He shouldered passed a group of people dressed as hooded assassins.

"Need help, man?" One of them asked.

"No, no, no." Another said with a grin and then said dramatically, "he's on a mission. He's got a contract."

The friend bumped the other and rolled their eyes.

Connor decided to amuse them. To add to their fun target than load them with his worry. Smirking, Connor backed away saying, "I always accomplish my mission."

Leaving the excited chatter behind him was one of his many steps. The event space was large. It was a challenge he didn't hesitate to take.

He eyed an enthusiastic crowd in front of a live band and hesitated.

They said they were thinking of skipping--

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. Connor turned around.

"Connor!" You called out in surprise and relief.

The android ran up to you without delay. "Are you alright? You didn't answer your phone and your location was offline--"

"The battery died."

"What?" He looked bewildered.

"I had it charged, but that new app sucked it up." You grabbed his hand, cool to the touch. "I'm sorry. I'm fine though. A little cold maybe, but I'm glad to see you."

Connor gave your hand a light squeeze.

"Did you... I freaked you out, didn't I?" You asked, frowning. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I....admittedly thought the worst." Connor sighed. "You said how your friends were going on a ride without you and I wasn't.... comfortable with the idea of you being alone. Here."

"But you're here now."

He nodded. Sheepish in your presence. A little too aware of how you still held his hand.

"We can't waste your ticket, right?" You smiled, hopeful.

"Right." Connor matched your smile. "Where would you like to go?"

~~~

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[honey-beann]

🐾

🐾 - Pet names

Thanks for the drabble request, anon! I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing something this lighthearted :)

Also I totally went over the word count here but since it took me less than an hour I've decided no one can question or judge me about this >:)

Honeyed Words (I'm Yours)

rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Word Count: 1,849 (yeah... I know)

Leaning forward against the back of Hank's sofa with your arms folded over one another, you couldn't help but roll your eyes and fight back a sigh at the sight of the movies that Gavin, Tina, and Chris were saving to tonight's potential watch list.

"All rom coms? Seriously guys?"

You scoffed, watching as Gavin all but sneered in response, turning slightly to face you as you continued.

"Come on dude, where's your Halloween spirit?"

You teased, nudging him with your knuckles gently as he rolled his eyes at your antics, clearly far less amused than you were.

"It's September 23rd, don't you talk to me about Halloween until the month is over."

Groaning, you flung your body to the side, pressing your spine against the back of the couch and extending your arms straight out to either side of you as you pouted exaggeratedly,

"C'mon Reed, do you have to be such a stickler for seasonal deadlines?"

Instead of responding, your coworker just flipped you off, opening his mouth to call into the kitchen where all three of your boyfriends and their familiarly gruff father figure were standing around like divorcees at a barbecue.

"Hey robo cops, could you please come get your feral creature before I put it down myself?!"

He shouted, a smirk crossing his features when you pulled away from the couch to glare at him, already hearing the familiar sound of slightly swishing fabric and nearly silent footsteps that signaled the oncoming arrival of one of your partners.

"Y'know Reed, if you're really so worried about her being feral, you could consider getting a rabies shot. You've been looking a little sickly lately."

Sixty countered easily in response to your coworker's previous quip as he flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you against him with a slight smirk.

You smiled at his easy embrace, nearly vibrating with joy as he kissed the top of your head, smiling down at you with that lopsided grin that always made you feel so giddy inside.

"Oh fuck off bullet brain, you're the one who let her do three shots of tequila tonight, don't act like I'm not allowed to be annoyed by her weird ass antics."

Sixty hummed in response, clearly feeling no urge to argue as he began guiding you towards the kitchen.

"C'mon Sugar, lets get some real food in you hmm?"

He purred against the shell of your ear, instantly lighting your cheeks on fire both with his proximity and his use of one of his favorite pet names for you, which never failed to give you butterflies.

As you grew closer to the dining area, he pressed gently on the small of your back to urge you past the threshold, though clearly you were a bit more tipsy than he'd realized, because you absolutely would've toppled over if not for the pair of familiarly strong hands that caught you by your shoulders.

You looked up slightly, taking in the sight of pale arms dotted with freckles that were barren of sleeves all the way up until just above the elbow, kept in place solely by the incredibly thorough job this individual had done while rolling them upward.

And that could only be...

"Nines."

You breathed out softly, feeling yourself melt a bit as you looked up into his eyes.

After well over a year of affection from all three of your partners, you just never got used to the way they all looked at you, or the sweet and familiar things they would call you in favor of your name.

And speaking of...

"Well hello there, Darling."

Nines spoke gently, quirking a brow at you in minor amusement as he looked you over for any signs of injury just in case he'd missed something during your brief fall.

You felt your cheeks grow warmer as the sound of his affectionate pet name for you passed his lips, making you melt even further beneath his persistent gaze.

"I uh, got kicked out of the living room."

You explained quietly, watching as Nines tilted his head slightly in response before looking towards Sixty, who shrugged before taking a few steps closer and placing his palm on top of your head affectionately.

"Gavin wasn't impressed at her input regarding tonight's films of choice. I figured if she was being that disruptive she likely needed something to eat. Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"

You blushed harder as yet another pet name passed his lips, but nodded nonetheless, hoping they hadn't noticed just how much you enjoyed it when they spoke of you so sweetly.

Of course, they had long since noticed your reactions, in fact, it was almost a bit of a game now to see who could get you to blush the hardest with affectionate nicknames alone.

Not that they would ever tell you that.

"Is that so?"

Nines questioned gently, his hand raising to your face to push a stray hair of yours behind your ear before his thumb and index finger trailed down to your chin, which he caught with ease between the two, tilting your face upwards to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke.

"Have you been up to no good, Little one?"

He all but purred, making you squeak a bit in response as you attempted to find words that just wouldn't come.

Thankfully though, you did have one saving grace, and his name was Connor.

"Are you two tormenting her again?"

He asked as he stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands off on a nearby dish rag before he moved closer to you, offering his open arms for you to all but leap into, happy to have the opportunity to hug the one android who you hadn't gotten the chance to be affectionate with since before you'd even arrived at the house earlier.

Sixty scoffed at Connor's question, but Nines simply gave a dismissive hum, leaning back against the counter and watching as you nuzzled against his predecessor's chest with a content sigh.

Meanwhile, Connor glared at his successors with mock disappointment, hoping to appease you and your childish attitude (tipsiness) by offering them a fake scolding.

"You both know better, look at her, she's being perfectly good tonight."

He said pseudo-sternly, smiling down at you with a grin that immediately left you breathless the moment that you looked up and took it in.

God, why were they all so damn beautiful?

At the sight of your eyes meeting his own, Connor leaned down to kiss your forehead, bringing one of his hands up to palm your cheek lovingly as he did so, stroking is softly with his thumb all the while.

He continued this in silence for a few moments before giving you yet another reason to attempt melting into the grout marks in Hank's kitchen floor.

"Don't you worry about them Honey, they're just being difficult because they want to see you squirm."

You swallowed thickly at the familiar and yet still immensely impactful nickname, which never failed to make your heart leap in your chest.

"O-okay."

You whispered, watching as Connor nodded in satisfaction at your response before guiding you back into the waiting arms of your other two android partners, who were watching you with marked amusement.

"I'll bring dinner out to you in just a few minutes."

Connor murmured against the back of your head as he pressed another gentle kiss to it.

"I was thinking you could go pick a comfy spot in the living room for all of us to sit together while you wait though. Does that sound alright, Baby?"

He asked gently, taking you by surprise yet again with his use of another pet name that made you feel like you were left gasping for air.

Still, you managed a floundering nod in spite of yourself, and followed Nines and Sixty out into the living room, where they helped you make a rather comfortable seating area on the floor, one that consisted of two huge bean bags, several couch pillows that no one was using, and at least four big blankets, one of which was for you to lay under.

And with that, the seating arrangements were completed, and all that was left to do was actually use them, which with how dizzy you were beginning to feel from the tequila earlier, was something you were quite eager for.

Nines chuckled as he took a seat a bit further back on one of the beanbags, spreading his legs apart for you to sit in between as he held himself up on his palms so that you could lean against his chest.

This was a fairly normal position for the two of you, but even so, it made your heart race as you felt his firm chest press against your back, solidly holding you up without any issue.

Still, even with this added distraction, your persistent urge to celebrate the upcoming holiday had you complaining to Gavin once more about his list of potential options, although this time you were hoping that at least one of your loving boyfriends would consider helping you out.

Sadly though, they seemed far too amused by your insistence to actually say anything, instead choosing to press gentle kisses against your head and the back of your hand as they laid the blanket over you wordlessly.

"Aww c'mon you guys, do you really wanna watch any of this junk?"

You asked, motioning towards the screen with a grumble of annoyance.

From the left of you, Sixty chuckled and raised your knuckles to his lips without a word.

Nines on the other hand, did speak up, placing a kiss to your cheek just before he did so, a certain level of amusement to his tone that had you squirming between his strong legs.

"I couldn't care less about what we watch, Sweetling."

He murmured against the shell of your ear, immediately causing you to shiver.

"And honestly, I think these are all movies Connor has mentioned wanting to see. Don't you want to make him happy?"

He teased, running a finger up and down your cheek as you nodded almost dreamily, sinking into his touch as if your body were suddenly weighed down by bricks.

"Y-yeah, sure, okay."

You said quietly, hearing Nines hum from above you just as Connor came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of food to offer you, Hank hot on his heels with a large bowl of popcorn for him and the other couch users to share.

You dug in immediately, not paying any attention to the movie choice debate until it was basically over, and by that point, you were already so sleepy that you hardly realized anyone was talking at all.

Drowsy and more than a little bit intoxicated, you sighed contentedly as you moved to squeeze between Nines and Sixty, allowing Connor to rest his head upon your lap as you played with his hair all the way up until you lost consciousness entirely.

Yeah, okay. Maybe rom com movie nights weren't so bad after all.

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[kayte-overmoon]

hc that when connor first deviates he picks up all hanks favorite things before slowly learning hank has terrible taste

he listens to all six knights of the black death albums before finding metallica, silverstein, paramore, and dozens of other rock bands and realizing oh, kotbd kinda sucks?

he watches all the detroit gears' games with hank before noticing their rivals, the chicago beasts, are way better and have a less cranky fanbase.

he always picks up their chinese takeout from great wall before stopping by china palace when their regular was closed, and holy shit their general tsos is divine???

he starts liking things on his own, too.

he takes up embroidery, which makes hank call him a sentient sewing machine. he disables his wifi when he does it to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull designs from the internet.

he starts running every morning—for fun, rather than for work. hank never joins him, even when connor offers to go at his pace.

he likes, most of all, sitting on hank's ancient couch with sumo slumped on one side of him and hank slouched on the other, some bad reality show connor's found he likes playing softly on the tv.

hank didn't teach him that, but connor supposes it's only human to have bad taste sometimes.

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“Good morning Lieutenant!”

There it was. That husky, soft-spoken voice, greeting you all too cheerfully. You didn't have enough coffee in you for this...

“...Morning.”

Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife, sat down on the opposite side of the desk and greeted you with a smile that seemed almost a little bit too human. His hands clasped before himself atop the desk, and he took on a stiff stance as if he were awaiting orders.

You regretted telling him to sit there.

“So, what do you need from me today?”

“What do I need?” you rolled your eyes, not caring if you came across as cynical. Life had left you jaded, how could you help it? “I need you to not bother me, that's what I need.”

“Of course.”

He was way too chipper about it, to the point where you suspected he hadn't fully understood what fell into the 'bother' bracket. It soon became clear that you were right.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

Without any orders to act on, and no new data to report, Connor took to honing his reflexes by pulling out that damn coin again. You heard it pass back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between his thumbs until you couldn't take it anymore. In one snatch your hand shot between the computer monitors and grabbed it mid-pass. Connor looked at you, impressed.

“Oh, Lieutenant! You have excellent reflex skills.”

“...Just call me [Y/N], didn't I already tell you to do that?” you glowered at him, taking away the coin and slipping it into your shirt pocket before he could claim it again.

“Of course, [Y/N]. I will only refer to you that way from now on.”

“Great.”

Silently praying that he'd never have to refer to you ever again didn't work out, as only a handful of seconds later, his voice piped up and interrupted your typing.

“[Y/N], I did consider that during this brief period of downtime we might be able to get to know each other better.”

“...Downtime? Get to know each other better??” you were mildly incredulous just at the suggestion alone, slapping your hands down against the desk and glaring at him with sharp [E/C] eyes. “What exactly do you mean by that? We're on a case Connor, why would we bother-”

“Because I wish to know more about you, if I may?”

This threw you for a bit of a loop. Why was he always trying to be so friendly with you? Wasn't the programming of this android meant to be centered around completing missions and little else? Was this not just...wasted time?

Still, something in you decided to let him proceed. Maybe you were just curious what he wanted to ask.

Although it soon became clear that he wasn't just asking. He had a lot to tell too.

“You have a dog, right? What's his or her name?”

“What!? How the fuck do you know that??” you narrowed your eyes. “Did you spy on my desk or something?”

“I looked at the contents of your workstation in an effort to understand you better, as you are collaborating closely with me on this case and I felt it would be beneficial.” Connor explained it all too simply. “Don't worry, I did not go through any of your drawers.”

Mild consolation, really.

“...His name is...it's Sumo. Why?” you questioned, to which Connor just tilted his head ever so slightly. Strangely enough it was an almost endearing gesture, but still very...doll-like.

“I suppose I had you pinned as a cat type.”

“How would you even be able to tell?” you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Guess you androids aren't always as in the know as everyone thinks.”

There was another moment before you looked at him expectantly. “Anything else? Or can I keep working?”

“One more thing.” Connor insisted, and you sighed, but listened. “I did notice you had a small collection of wrappers from some kind of chicken restaurant. It seems you've visited there on numerous occasions, as some wrappers have dryer grease upon them than others.”

Trust him to get into the details.

“And? I'm a fan of the food there, why?” you waited to hear what he might say.

Well, his powers of prediction may have faltered momentarily, but your own though...your guess might as well have been light-years away.

“I was considering that maybe we could go there together for lunch today.”

Android or not, your heart still skipped when he smiled at you again.

“What do you think, [Y/N]?”

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notes: inspired by detroit: become human, as you might guess from some of the hints within the text. started writing this as a oneshot, but figured it might become a longer fanfic in the future ;) btw back on my hyper-descriptive writing grind. let me know what you think!

Thick crystals of white obscure your vision, resting upon the delicate parapet of lashes viciously protecting your glazed eyes from the tumultuous, unforgiving cold. You blink once and feel the blood within your fingertips gelatinize and thicken, scrunching your digits and attempting to feel your nails dig into the soft flesh of your reddened palm.

With a second blink, the glassy image of a sliding entrance echoes in your brain. The metal framing scrapes against the concrete floor, lapping at the shallow waters of a murky puddle below. Your gaze focuses on the image trapped between the enameled glass, bright blue and white, and flashing with unfamiliar logos and slogans that burn into your mind from the scorching hot LEDs.

Join us for a better tomorrow.

“Miss?” rings from behind you, in front, right, and left. The tenor surrounds your hazed bubble, dipping into your cerebral cortex and drawing your eyes into unfortunate focus. The ambiance emerges clearly, assaulting your perception with the metropolitan symphony of motor engines and public chatter. A sharp pang within your brain urges you to groan, pink mittens grazing at your sore temples as a face emerges beneath the surface of your milky white breath.

“Is everything alright?” the young man in front of you speaks with a bureaucratic concern, his forehead forming even folds whose detail somehow sends your head into another frenzy of pain. However, there is a charm to his mannerisms, and you haven’t failed to notice how his eyebrows scrunch and release when met with the cold, white crystals. They melt on the slope of his forehead, cascading droplets down the cheeks. Is he smiling?

“Yes,” you reply squeakily, forcing your dominant arm to flex and fix the tote hanging off your puff coat. You congratulate yourself on the impulsive purchase you made years back as a side-thought. “Yes. I’m alright, thank you. I’m just tired, just here to do shopping. Do groceries, y’know.”

His skin is milky white and carefully speckled with brown moles. They rest upon his temples, cheeks, and nose like little constellations, and the visual makes you think of your last summer in Texas, right before you moved to Detroit. The sky was clear the night you received that call, and the wet grass tickled your calves.

The memory, albeit warm, makes you wince and suddenly you realize that the greyish sunlight behind the stranger’s head begins to vanish behind the tall city horizon.

The cold starts to seep through your thick layers, nipping at your skin harshly as you squeeze the linen in your palm. You need to get home.

“Thanks for the concern,” you nod politely, and the man mirrors your mannerisms. You catch a glimpse of his fading smile as you cross the street, and when you turn around his outline disappears behind the white flurry, overpowered by the fluorescent colors of the ‘24/7’ sign of the supermarket.

As you navigate through an unfamiliar neighborhood with the weight of this week’s groceries resting upon your shoulder, you’re momentarily overcome with serenity.

[leelany-world]

Dbh October event: Ghost in the machine, Day 25: Incomplete.

This is drabble #25 for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's event (on twitter).

Markus, Connor; Markus' POV Day 1: Unknown sender

Markus felt incomplete since Connor had disappeared.

Every time his system was about to run too hot or one of his replaced bio-components malfunctioned, Connor always knew exactly how to help him.

Now he had to step away from heated discussions to cool down.

Every time Connor needed to rest, Markus had invited him to his mind palace.

Now his head felt empty, where Connor had been a constant presence.

It had been three weeks; his last message was still unanswered. 

They had absolutely no leads, so their search had been unsuccessful so far—but they had avoided the junkyards…

[wanderstarr]

hello everyone i finally got started on the android scara fic!!

i intended it to be a oneshot but the ideas got out of hand,,, here's chapter one! feel free to leave comments of any length!! i'd love to hear your thoughts!! silent readers are also appreciated 🫶

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tagging the people who showed interest in the og post!! tell me if you wanna be tagged for future updates :))

@miraculin @magica-ren

[kissoflightning]

Happy U.S Thanksgiving! [I wanted to draw a whole comic but this picture of poorly drawn Ralph x Jerry and a little drabble is all I had time for]

Ralph noticed that on this day, the humans like to take home a dead animal to cook up and eat to celebrate. However, Ralph noticed that there are quite a few homeless on the streets of Detroit.

So Ralph had an idea! Ralph collected all of the best rats and birds he could find and began cooking them up to offer those who were down and out some burnt meat to eat on Thanksgiving!

The Jerrys helped distribute them to cover more ground. They noticed that some of the receivers were appreciative (or at least polite), but some of them rejected the offer - some even screamed at Jerry. The Jerrys figured that those humans must be vegetarians and respected their dietary choices.

(I still want to draw a comic for this with all the people reacting, but this is all I had time for, for now. I wanted to at least put the idea out there for the day.)

@asmoteeth @rk707-elle It's a rushed drawing but I drew them!

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumpril Alt. Day 25: Reassurance

“I couldn’t remember,” Kara whispered, shaken systems rattling. “Zlatko wiped my memories and I couldn’t get them back. When I brought him his dinner, Alice was on the table. She was…”

Her little body was torn open, rivers of blood dripping into glistening pools on the table. Zlatko was humming as he worked, elbow deep in Alice’s stomach and Kara could only watch, blank and numb, useless, soulless, too late—

Luther’s hand on her back made her jump ever so slightly but she couldn’t bear to pull away. Breaths shuddering through cold, constricted vents, she pressed her face into his chest, trying to smother away the grisly mental image as his soothing voice rumbled through her.

“It was just a dream. You were stronger than he could have imagined and you found yourself again. You found her. She’s safe, Kara; you both are. He’s never going to hurt you again.”

[ilikedoodlin]

Run to the Store (DBH MediScout Fic)

Jeremy goes to the store with Ludwig, his 'babysitter' of an Android and ends up running into an old friend after moving. plus, you get to decide what happens next! (by choosing one of three options :] )

words: 3,189 warning(s): android hate check this story out over on AO3!: Run to the Store

Stomping his shoes down on the welcome mat below, Jeremy hurriedly pulled out his small notepad filled with items to get for his Ma. Chicken broth, broccoli, steak, celery… Pretty nice things for a soon to be soup special by yours truly. He found comfort in a warm home cooked meal over fast food any day, especially on rainy days like this. Often, he found himself craving his mothers cooking more these days. It was rare to see her, knowing she had gotten into a rather busy and high end fashion deal. Not only would he see her in the mornings, but now he'd spot her in magazines and even some pricey fashion show. 

As much as he disliked the man she was now seeing, he had to give him some credit. He was making her life better and well suited for her interests. He'd always recall his mother often lingering around the city's shops, staring at highly made outfits and dresses. Who knew she'd be the one there displaying some of her own.

Removing his backpack and jacket, having  wrapped his jacket around his waist and dumping his bag into the shopping cart Ludwig snagged, Jeremy officially began his journey through the store, the other carefully close behind. Ludwig panned his eyes throughout the store as he followed Jeremy. Not too many people this afternoon, but honestly, who would be? It was a rainy Thursday afternoon. The most people you’d get at this hour were business workers, teenagers getting out of school, mothers gathering items for the night's meal. Again, not too many people in… apart from working Androids. Stocking shelves, as well as mopping the floors, Ludwig watched as they all worked effortlessly. Even Jeremy found himself staring occasionally, often glancing back and forth towards Ludwig.  Built for this… each model hand crafted to meet the expectations of the working class. Designed to be the perfect worker in multiple fields. He wondered if Ludwig was the same… but of course, given to him by his rich ass stepdad, he didn’t bother looking too much into Ludwig’s model type or what they were used for. Seeing how not many people were around, and how the two were practically shopping in silence… he decided to give it a crack, seeing how the silence was making him feel a bit awkward. 

“Soooo… Ludwig. I nevea really got to askin’ you this, but uh… what are you?”

Looking towards Jeremy as they stopped at a column of shelves, Ludwig scanned over the items before delicately picking a nicely decorated box of chocolate chip cookies, one of Jeremy’s favorites. Though, once putting the box into the cart, he met Jeremy’s eyes.

“I am a RK200 model. I have been designed and hand selected by your father to help assist and see over you and any activities you vould like to do. If you have any questions, I am here to help”

With a kind smile, Ludwig gave a small nod, pushing the cart once more ahead, now leading Jeremy, who shook his head slightly in disgust. 

“First off, not my dad. Second, I don’t needa Android holdin’ my hand every step of the way. No offense Ludwig, but I am an adult. A grown ass man. I need no one to watch ovea my every move like some toddler”.

Turning a corner, Ludwig didn’t respond. Instead, he paused the cart near the meat selection, scanning over the multiple red meats laid out. Jeremy however, let out an annoyed sigh as he shoved a hand into his pocket, kicking his foot up briefly. It riled him up to know that he was practically given a babysitter. Sure, he’d done one or two things before that possibly wasn’t at all legal, but not once was he caught! He had things handled perfectly and he was perfectly fine on his own. It bothered him to know that even his own mother didn’t trust him to be on his own…

“... I’m gonna go pick up the garlic bread. I’ll meet you back here in a sec”, Jeremy eventually spoke up, noticing how Ludwig was weighing his options over the red meat. Ludwig paused before looking up, going to stop the other from running off alone, but to no avail. Jeremy was hurriedly walking away, a small bounce in his step. Ludwig seemed to mentally sigh at that, and opted back to shopping for now… but knew to keep his guard high.

He hated lying to Jeremy, but it was for the best.

…

Jeremy was looking through magazines, flipping away carelessly at the pages as he searched for any article of his Ma. During frustrating times, he’d find comfort in rambling to her about his issues and troubles. She honestly could understand him. Hell, she was his safe space through these years. After moving from their original home and moving into a new one with her new boyfriend, leaving his childhood home was hard. Talking with her… it helped knowing the two could talk about it together. A faint smile formed along his features, his finger finally landing on the page where his mother wrote on. Talking about the latest fashions, given fashion tips, even answering questions by readers. She was always so happy talking about her interest every time she arrived home. It made him feel warm, knowing she was alive in something she truly enjoyed. 

Mann’s Makeover Wear it proud baby

Chuckling, he shook his head. On many occasions, she’d even try to dress him up for a spot in the magazine, but to no avail. Fashion wasn’t really his thing… but creativity? 

He’d often get his ass chewed out for sneaking out and tagging buildings in high places, leaving a well established mark there for people to see. Not that any of the feedback was negative, no. They LOVED his work. They love his use of colors and how clean his work would turn out. Even his own Ma loved it. But she was highly against vandalism. To him, it wasn’t vandalism. It was art.

Art that helped him express things he wouldn’t normally put into words. Words, he couldn’t even bring to the table.

Art was his escape. Art to him was like breathing. It felt right. It made him alive.

Closing the magazine carefully and putting it back along the multiple other ones, he sighed. Ludwig was probably looking for him by now… he did say he’d be back soon. Stepping away from the wall of literature, he started to walk towards the back, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He jolted slightly before turning, thinking he’d see Ludwig… but no. He saw a familiar face.

“Luca?”

Jeremy spoke out, a grin slowly forming on his face as Luca seemingly smiled back, moving to pull the other into a tight hug, patting his back warmly.

“Jeremy! It’s been awhile my man!” He expressed, pulling back as he looked over Jeremy, hands still on his shoulders.

“Still rocking that baller's cap? Man, when was it when I gave that to you??”

Jeremy rolled his eyes as he laughed, roughly nudging Luca’s arm before smiling widely. Luca has been his best friend since highschool. The two were tightly knit together in the art scene, both often wandering off to coat a fresh layer of paint for their pieces. It was astonishing for Jeremy to see Luca here, of all places! Though of course, he didn’t move too far from home, but it was just enough to become a hassle given the state of their hometome. With the Android protests and people out rioting every other day of the week, it was hard for anyone to do anything. 

Overall, Jeremy was his ride or die. The two would often get mistaken for being twins, seeing how the only thing different between the two was that Luca was blond and had green eyes. Akin to Jeremy, who had dark brown hair and blue eyes.  Reconnecting after this long… man.

“Where have you been, Jeremy? You know the whole group’s been asking about you dude”, Luca poked at Jeremy, giving a sort of questioning expression. “You’ve been ignoring us or something? Thinkin’ that since you’ve moved over to this district, you’re too cool for us?”

Jeremy instantly punched his arm playfully, which got out a short laugh from Luca. Of course he knew that wasn’t at all the cause. Sticking out his tongue, Jeremy started to walk with Luca, both of them side by side as they spoke together.

“Nah man, you know my Ma got together with some rich ass influencer, right?”

Quirking a brow, Luca remained silent, signaling Jermey to continue.

“He’s some fancy fashion CEO of Mann Makeovers or something. He’s gotten my Ma into that business which caused us to move ovea here, since that shits closer. Not like I had a choice in the say, but I definitely wasn’t lettin’ her move over here alone with some random jackass”.

Luca seemed to nod at that, chuckling briefly as he then snagged a small bag of candy, tossing one over to Jeremy as he seemingly opened it. Jeremy watched as Luca simply opened it, not really taking a bite. Though, he was more concerned over the fact that Luca was about to eat something here without paying first. If Ludwig were to see him with Luca doing this, who’s to say he wouldn’t make a big fuss over this? 

“Oh come on Jeremy, you know I’ll pay for this”, Luca mused, noting the other's expression before motioning for him to walk, the two seemingly walking towards the front. “I’m not stealing anything from here dude”.

That seemed to put him at ease, but of course, Jeremy wasn’t going to open a bag that wasn’t paid for. He may paint on buildings for expression, but he wasn’t about the whole stealing and theft business. It rubbed him the wrong way to know that’s what would’ve happened… but maybe he was overthinking. It had been some time since either of them saw each other and Jeremy was the one assuming the worst of the situation? He felt his face flush red in embarrassment and shame. To think worse of his best friend made him feel awkward. Maybe… living here was changing him. Ugh…

Feeling along his pockets as Luca walked and talked with him, he mentally slapped himself. His phone was in his bag, which Ludwig had at the moment. He really wanted to give Luca his number to keep in touch, since they had changed phone providers. But in doing so, he’d have to introduce Luca to Ludwig and Ludwig to Luca…and he was NOT ready to have that happen. He just wanted to wrap this up and head home before it got too late. He needed to think fast.

“... hey! Luca. I know it’s been ages man, and I really would love to keep chattin’ with you. But, I’ve got to run some business here and head back home to Ma, ya know? Is it alright if you write down your number and I’ll be in touch soon?”

There was a pause before Luca smiled, giving a rather questionable look.

“What? Can’t hang out after curfew? Aren’t you like, an adult now man? And you’re still listening to your mother’s rules? Where’s the fun in that?” Jeremy seemed slightly taken back, but surely didn’t show it. Instead, he shook his head, smiling once more as he patted Luca’s shoulder.

“I am, I am. But, you know I gotta listen to her. She’ll be home soon and if I’m not back before then, I am cooked haha..”

Luca paused once more, as if going to put something together, but then…

“Jeremy”

Fucking dammit. Jeremy closed his eyes tightly and prayed, hoping to just die there on the spot. But he knew that would be too good to be true. So he sighed heavily, and turned around, awaiting his doom. “Heeeeya Ludwig-”

Grinning sheepishly towards the other, he watched as Ludwig approached the two casually, his eyes landing directly behind Jeremy. It felt like catching two kids doing something they weren’t supposed to do, but of course, replacing the kids with two adults. Ludwig by now, had a cart full of groceries, seemingly done with the shopping run… though, something about the way Ludwig was looking over Luca made him want to question it, but through the silence… Luca was the first to speak up.

“Aye, don’t you robots have better things to do other than bothering people here?” Tense. Jeremy found himself snapping his gaze back to Luca, who looked utterly disgusted to see that an Android approached them. “Me and my pal here have somethin’ going on here. So, why don’t you move your metal ass along and leave us be..” Ludwig seemingly took no offense to that, and instead, looked towards Jeremy as he hummed. “Jeremy, it is currently 5:13. Your mother vill be home shortly and vill vonder vhere you are. I suggest we buy these and return home soon”. It was there, did Luca clock what had happened. 

“Ahh.. I see... Look who’s got an Android”. Nudging Jeremy briefly, plus the cocky grin he flashed him, Luca stepped right up to Ludwig, which caused Jeremy to somewhat stand tall. Ludwig seemed to look down to Luca, giving a neutral expression as he carefully stepped back. Clearly, he could tell the other was becoming a bit hostile. This was no good, given how Jeremy seemed to be in clear distress of his… friend’s actions.

“Oh, what’s wrong Android? Scared of me or somethin’?”

It became painfully obvious that Luca seemed to have some vendetta against Androids. That, and coupled with the fact that a lady and her child passed by watching with wide eyes at what seemed to be a confrontation caused Jeremy to be on edge. He didn’t want to be a part of what was going to seemingly go down. He needed to break the tension.

“Luca, this is Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Luca. A friend from highschool. We were close before me and Ma moved out here”, Jeremy spoke up, giving a rather awkward smile before Luca interjected with his comment. “We ARE close. Not just a friend, best friends I may add. Jeremy, why didn’t you tell me you had Android scum living with you man? I can’t imagine how awkward it must feel having some Android trash follow you around every day”. All Ludwig could do was stand there with a neutral expression, hands gently gripping the rails of the shopping cart. Jeremy was practically on fire with how Luca was speaking to Ludwig. As much as Jeremy didn’t like Ludwig too much, it felt super fucking weird outright saying it. He could deal with Ludwig and even so, Ludwig wasn’t too much of a bother or did anything to wrong him. He was just there to oversee him and make sure he wasn’t doing dumb shit, like starting fights in a supermarket. But Ludwig didn’t seem bothered by anything said still. Iinstead he just looked towards Jeremy, nodding briefly. “I’ve got the items listed down. I am ready to go vhen you are”. With that comment alone, Luca scoffed with a petty laugh.

“Is it busted or somethin’? It’s hardly noticed my ass here in front of it!”

Waving his hand up in Ludwig’s face, Luca grinned before shoving him back roughly, clearly wanting a reaction. Jeremy felt something twist in his gut. How Luca was out right being the aggressor here… he instinctively stepped forward, nudging Luca harshly on the side. “Dude what the hell? You tryin’ to cause shit to go down?”

Luca seemed a bit awestruck, jaw dropping slightly at seeing Jeremy stand up for an Android. He seemed to just stare at him before giving a loud laugh, shaking his head as he patted Jeremy’s arm a bit hard before speaking out in a taunting manner. “No way in hell am I watching little league Jeremy stand up for a fucking robot. Are you sure you’re still the same Jeremy I once knew?” 

Ludwig watched as Luca seemed to poke at Jeremy, his face a flushed red due to either embarrassment or…anger. Ludwig could tell whatever was going on, struck a nerve in Jeremy enough for him to step up to say something. Both face to face now, Jeremy stood his ground. 

“What are ya doin’ man? You know I don’t want any issues with you. You really gonna stand here and defend a machine who’s just standing around babysitting your ass?”

Remaining silent, Jeremy stared hard at Luca, trying to form words in his head, anything to let the tension die down… but that didn’t seem enough for his friend. It felt like the silence alone was enough of an answer for Luca, given as he scoffed and looked towards the side in disbelief. Stepping back from Jeremy, he held his hands up, as if he was defeated in a way. “Let it be known, Jeremy from little league has stood up to me, an actual human being, for the sake of his dear Android pet”. Jeremy balled his hands into fists, watching as Luca started to walk backwards, smiling towards the two casually before dropping his opened candy bag on the ground. 

“Jeremy, when you get some sense back into your mind, come back yeah? I think you being out here around these pieces of junk is really getting to you, man”

With a final look, Luca drew up his hood and turned to leave. Jeremy wanted to reach out, to say something to help calm his friend… but he didn’t. Instead, he let the other walk out, leaving the two of them to clean up the candy mess on the floor. 

It was silent for a beat before Ludwig moved to go and pick up the mess along the floor. That was until Jeremy stopped him, giving a small indirect look before getting to his knees, scooping the bits of candy into the dropped bag on the floor. He didn’t speak, nor did he want to look at Ludwig just yet. He was holding his breath, not once wanting Ludwig to worry over him, or even ask if he was alright. But man, did it fucking hurt to see his highschool bestfriend walk out on him, especially with an exist like that. It sucked to know how bad Luca was of Androids. Hell, he wasn’t too fond of Androids… at least, he thinks so. He didn’t know how to feel with Androids just yet, given how none of the Androids actually did any bad shit, apart from taking jobs. But most of those jobs were jobs people didn’t fill. It was all very difficult though…

Ludwig watched as Jeremy closed the bag as best he could before putting it in the cart, hands now moving into his pockets. He didn’t want to speak still, his gaze now along the floor as he let out a muffled sigh. 

“...”

Question 

Comfort 

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