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This Is Not A Date

Upgraded Connor (RK900) | Nines/ Reader fanfic

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: 5560

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Intimacy, emotionally curious nines, groping, smut, p in v sex, rough, kinda soft kinda not lil boi

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You envied him, really.

Holding down a forefinger, the imprint fogging your phone screen, the victim of your poking quite literally quivered under your fingertips; a damn bloody dating app. Its cornered ‘x’ be the only good idea it gave you since its offered romantic prospects surely weren’t.

It shakes a violent plead of mercy, like the castle clown prancing joyously, a jingle bell on its neck collar shaking its head desperate no’s where you snapped two fingers for its forthcoming executions. Disappointing. As per usual.

But punishing the joker meant nothing if its replacement came from the same circus. You downloaded another app, pinky peach hearts pictured on a mobile symbol, your expectations had sunk passed the depths of hell.

You were no less given the attention, a text ping except for a joker's bell. Despite Detroit’s ever-growing gene pool with the doubling population of both humans and androids, your huddle of situationships barely satisfied you, lacking a spark you so craved. Matches appeased your eyes, descriptions void of icky pick-up lines, but with every other text you were sent, something scrunched up your face worse than the last.

“Why are people so boring?” you vented to the brioche-scented air, very much aware that fine-tuned android ears had spaced out. You’d grown to suffer alone.

He didn’t have to worry about bearing the weight of carried conversations, he was perfect. Bloody hell looked it too.

Nines envied you equally, but for the opposite reasons.

There hadn’t been a day's rest of his HUD, notifications running haywire like sugar-induced children running laps in a playground. But even little humans collapsed in exhaustion — you did a lot of that — and energy was spent, Nines’ string of leeching matches never tired.

“How tall are you?”

“Glad we matched! My place or yours?”

“How big did they make you?”

“Boring indeed,” silencing the utter mess of thirsty texts, he turned his attention back onto you, a croissant half-stuffed in a stun where you hadn’t expected an answer. Flakes stuck to your lip as you chewed, fluttering eyelashes moaning for you at the fill of French delectables. Your reactions amused him. People were boring, indeed.

You, however, were quite interesting.

Many months of a developed friendship had the both of you puzzlingly closer. Intending to better work efficiency, Nines fed into your friendly advances, but he hadn’t expected to actually enjoy your company. You two had clicked like polar forces, self-fashioned laws of physics in your own little world together.

Nines, surprisingly, was a pretty handsome wall to talk to. You enjoyed every little teenage-like whisper of gossip you shared, to which the android’s sharp ears picked up on the latest in the DPD. You’d grown accustomed to his partially stiff persona as he did to your free-spirited one. The moon to your sun, and he surely brightened in your gifted happiness. Kindred souls hand-in-hand, shoulder-to-shoulder, you were there for him, and he was there for you.

Nines scoffed at deleting another chat thread with a persistent match mate.

It started as a joke. ‘I can get more bitches than you,’ though you knew you were speaking out of your ass. You did not, dare you say could not get more bitches than a man who mastered being a man, despite being made plastic and steel.

Eyes blue like arctic winds, soft but intimidatingly focused in burning through flesh, his face sculpted unfairly to turn heads his way. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist that looked good in anything, even you could admit that. You were no stranger to getting asked about his romantic status.

The sheer size of him shifted uncomfortably in the little bakery’s equally little seats, shoulders swallowing the back of his chair as if his steel spine served a replacement. Discomfort, albeit making him stir again to lean forward with a frustrating twitch of brows, was still foreign to him; a bitterness that squirmed deep in his chassis. It had taken a while to identify and label the feeling.

Experience was the tutor in the study of emotional understanding. Experience was his guide to an emotionally coloured world and discomfort was by far the dullest, sluggish and unattractive hue he’d come across.

Nines heard an audible moan deep from your chest, satisfaction making you lick buttered fingers clean. Your palate cleansed except for pastry bits on your plate, following a trail to your lap, above your chest and still on your bottom lip. You, however, were that bit of colour that sagged his shoulders, the bit of colour that made him agree to silently accompany your weekly brunch ravishment.

His chest shook in a chuckle at seeing you no less a mammal in its habitat, wild and careless, waving away thrown looks at your poor table etiquettes. Hair frenzied in a mess, your posture slouched as if you owned the ground around you, you had a flair of contentment with everything you did. Interesting human, indeed.

“I wasn’t aware wearing your afternoon brunch was socially acceptable,” he quipped and your eyes widened, patting hands rubbing away crumbs that doubled his laughter. Croissant bits projectile in his direction, ultimately landing on the table and his lap.

Your phone announced itself, a text ping waking up your screen with the surprising icon of a newly downloaded dating app. Flat on the table, Nines perked in out of curiosity. Your spread grin was better at drawing his attention.

It could only mean one thing.

“I’ve got a date on Friday.”

-.—.-

It just happened.

Somehow in some weirdly fated way, you and Nines had your dates aligned. When you’d dress up for a dinner evening, he’d be suited up for one couple of roads down. The forgotten competition falling into a routine of complimenting each other’s outfits, you pointlessly fixing his collar and escorting either into another’s hands.

As expected, you’d gasp at the sight of his fitted dress shirt, threaded buttons pulled taunt to the rise and fall of his chest. Bigger biceps smoothed into the arms of his blazer, an icy pair of eyes that’d drop anyone to their knees; you watched appreciatively, blessing your eyes with what his dates would be so lucky to sit across.

Dang, he looked good. Who needed dinner if desert sat inches away?

And he’d eye you similarly, following the curves and dips of your dresses, a taunting hug of fabric an extension of your skin leaving little to the imagination, not that he had any. Loose silk that hung low, embraced your thighs just right, it was enough to have you smiling at your reflection. You liked to look like this, beautifully sexy, earning heart eyes from victims you’d never contact again.

Nines was effortlessly attractive, but you sure believed you were too, and confidence was already half the charm. There was a reason your dating race lingered neck-and-neck, people wanted him and people wanted you.

Still, you didn’t understand why serial dating was so damn hard.

Nines excused his admiring as a friendly reciprocal to yours and then you interlinked arms, trotting in pretty shoes to leave some date awestruck.

Struck, definitely, so much so they didn’t show.

“Fucking flunked on me,” all of your hours getting ready wasted for nothing. A dangling table light held you in spotlight, the universe laughing at your misery. The waiter dared to make a brief visit, scurrying away when you shot daggers, Phone glued to your ear, you lined a fork with distracted fingers, “I went through all that effort, for what?”

“He dodged a bullet,” Nines teased, a smirk leaking into your speakers. You groaned annoyingly, a tad bit hurt though you’d never mention it. Nines only chuckled, “are you not hungry?”

“Of course, I am,” your volume had diners eavesdropping, you lowered it, “but I’m not gonna sit here and eat alone like some… loner .”

An elderly woman leaned into your line of sight, doing little to mask her judgement.

“It’s embarrassing,” you sighed, straightening up subconsciously. Nines remained silent, a little something nagged you, “tell me you have better luck than me.”

He did. Unlike you, Nines was glad his date didn’t show.

“Unfortunately, detective, I have been cancelled on too.”

“No. Way.”

So, obviously, the next step pretty much carved itself out. You were both in need of a nice dinner, dressed to impress, and without your respective dates. Nines took no longer than necessary to join you, filling in the void of an empty seat as you did for him.

This happened again, from your silk dress to a casual getup, and again, from fancy dining to amusement parks. From black tie gallery visits to turtleneck picnic dates. You found it harder to believe Nines was getting cancelled on when he kept miraculously showing up.

It wasn’t a date, even if it always looked like it and you’d get ready as such. Painted lips smiled at him rather than some other guy, and neither of you was complaining about it.

Upon reaching the front of the queue to an ice cream cart, did someone first state the obvious.

“Here’s one for you and a drink for your partner.”

You stilled, “oh, we’re not- he’s not-"

“Thank you,” Nines took your waffle cone, giving it a tasteful lick before handing it to you. He walked away before you could protest.

“What was that?” You fell behind his longer strides struggling, Nines always found it amusing.

“What was what?” Pale flickers of his eyes were a tell of his naivety, “are we not partners?”

Work ones, sure. “Pretty sure she was calling you my date.”

For his advanced prototype kinks, he hadn’t preconstructed that theory. It was his turn to freeze, the ice of his irises solidifying the rest of his body, the only tell that he hadn’t fallen stasis being an amber spin on his temple. His abrupt halt had you bumping into his back with a grunt.

Though your complaints died into laughter at seeing him so… off guard.

“It’s not so bad,” you nudged him, elbow meeting his midriff, its proximity to his thirium pump regulator pulled a heavy huff through his voice. You winked, “you’d be lucky to score with me.”

Park attendees walked in their chatter, dogs let off their leashes, rolling in the glass with both furry flesh and synthetic plastic alike. Families shared inside jokes, children playfully screaming on the lake’s perimeter. Information coded everywhere in his scans, the broken grid of his deviancy reminding him of his freedom.

But he grew overwhelmed around you.

The past few mutual flunks hadn’t exactly been… mutual. The moment you’d text him your date was boring, or the guy left you hanging again, he’d be the one to disappear mid-mingling and scurry away to accompany you. Surely, that’s what it meant to be a good friend, right?

He wasn’t looking to replace your flings. He just merely wanted to be there for you. Be a light of colour as you had been for him so many times before.

Nines blinked erratically, warning ambers giving him away.

“Jeez, I’m not that bad,” you joked but he caught wrinkled brows of concern, following another lighter playful nudge on his arm. The contact teetered on the edge of overwhelming his processors.

Neither of you talked about it.

On came another Friday evening, a ping reminding you of a ‘Tomas’ looking forward to seeing you. Your dressing table mirror applauded the artistry of makeup whilst you merrily shoed up, throwing a text back via that dating app 2.0.

“I’m so sorry! Can we reschedule?”

“No show again,” you sighed, lying out of your ass, “how’s that android with the green hair doing for you?”

“I’m afraid she does not feel interested anymore,” also a lie, Nines had pretty much blocked the persistent woman.

Getting comfortable in the back row of your local cinema, which was supposed to be Nines escapade for the day, he passed you a popcorn bag, one he’d already bought for you. Lights dimmed at the title screen, Nines sneaked a glance at you, silently admiring the palette of your makeup. Nines liked it when you played with pigments, orange and purples finely painted on eyelids, bringing out the colour of your eyes. It pleasantly stimulated him.

“What?” Curving in a half-smile, you caught his ogling.

“You look lovely, detective,” it was pretty much routine at this point, to compliment you. Though this time, the air hung heavier, the smile never making it to his lips, his thirium pump straining for a beat when your vitals jolted the slightest.

He said it so sincerely; why did he sound so different? Your retort wasn’t given voice, a prickle of shivers meeting your extremities in a blush, you were glad the darkness covered for you.

You swallowed down. He cleared his throat. The movie went on. But the heat of your body, the subconscious leaning on his arm, close enough he could decode the product in your hair, the movie wasn’t plenty distraction.

And as if rA9 evilly taunted him, a couple cornered in the cinema audibly moaned, latched onto each like horny teenagers. You bobbed your brows at him, ‘kids these days’, but your skin grew hotter, ultimately arising a glitch or two in his system.

“The movie was great,” you gulped a smile when he walked you home, kicking lone rocks, eyes weighed to the pavement, “I guess, I’ll- I’ll see you.”

“Yes-,” he spoke too quickly, nodding, “I wish you a good night, detective.”

You blinked, “you too. Goodnight to you too.”

“Thank you.” His feet shuffled, “I shall go now.”

“Get home safe, alright? Goodnight, Nines.”

“Take care, detective.”

Awkward couldn’t even begin to describe it.

-.—.-

The competition was long gone, dating threads snipped weeks ago when you decided to delete the apps once and for all. Nines had pulled from the single scene even before you did, gulping down excuses as to why he decided to bail on all his prospects.

“No, we’re friends,” you’d say. Friends that helped each other down a couple drinks. Friends that slow-danced at New Jericho’s fancy dress party, to which Connor had invited you both. Friends that publicly teased each other with a flutter of eyelashes and hot heavy breaths.

“Since when were you two dating?”

“This is not a date!”

Said you at a party where Nines was your plus one, glued to your side like your extension.

It was getting ridiculous.

Eventually, neither of you spoke about seeing other people, just assuming the other would turn up. On paper, and even in person, you both looked pretty stupid in denial.

But one night, clinking afters with your department crew, did the dusted line between friendship and something more sharpen, something that made sense in the entanglement of your not-dates with Nines.

Officer Wesley was clear in the intention to woo you and have you in bed, playfully raking his gaze and hissing out a compliment. He leaned in closer, elbow atop the bar front with a daring smile. Admittedly, you missed the thrill of being a tease, slipping your tongue out to wrap around the straw but not enough to give him a show. Wesley caught on your game, and for the officer he was, he’d happily play cat and mouse.

But this time, things felt different and flirting with the dirty-blonde man felt wrong. Flirting with anyone felt wrong. And you couldn’t understand why.

You flickered in the RK900’s direction, only to find him already watching Wesley talk you up at the bar. A heartbeat thumped particularly loudly when he held your eye contact, leaning back in his booth whilst tonguing his straw similarly to how you had done it.

Fucking hell.

“So, how about that drink?” The officer reminded, thumbing at the display of bottles behind the counter.

Holy shit. You didn’t want to be like every other victim to the reeling of those darkened blue eyes, you weren’t like that.

With a double take, you caught that damn triumph smirk on his face, as if he could see exactly what that tongue did to you, being on the receiving end of it. Fuck him, you wouldn’t let him win.

Nines’ smirk faded as soon as you gave the officer your undivided attention, edging your barstool. Your touch crawling up his arm, soft lips leaning closer to his ear and speaking just out of earshot. It had the android inexplicably grinding teeth.

That was another thing about deviancy it had taken him a while to calibrate; urges. The urge to partake in conversation, or flee from it even, the urge to tease you to the point your cheeks were coloured tomatoes. It was this urge that had an added darkness looming over you, two icicles boring into the back of your head.

Sixth sense tied a thick knot in your throat.

Wesley cleared his throat too, sitting up straighter, “Nines, you ah - you good?”

The android didn’t look it, stalking over your shoulder like he’d no less bite into your neck and suck you dry in one go. But if this officer be a conquest you wanted to take to home, Nines would personally help you put on a show.

That’s what good friends did, right? Help each other?

He slitted fingers between chunks of your hair, pulling your head aside abruptly, the contact freezing you in place. You gasped as he lowered his mouth, speaking to the shell of your ear but loud enough for Wesley to pick it up, “we know you want to fuck our little detective, officer.”

Nines dragged his lips against heated skin, tongue peeking out to taste you. And just as he expected, his HUD blasted with paintballs of colour at the encoding, his pump fluttering when your lashes did so.

His other hand dragged up your waist, curving at the shape of your breasts and ghosting over your nipples. Lips replaced his tongue, and a trail of android saliva burned into your skin in his venturing down your throat. You took a staggering breath, forcing your eyes open, not realising they had closed.

“Your advances could use some work,” Nines spoke to Wesley, the man’s larynx bobbing at the sight of you melting.

Large palms curled inwards on your thighs, pushing them apart on display and kneading flesh through fabric. You held back a moan, biting down on the feeling of leaking arousal. God, when did Nines feel so good?

Nines smiled against your skin, lipsing down the expanse of your neck whilst you pretty much leaned to give him more room. His tongue prodded and lined the length of your passing artery, tasting your fastening pulse, you shivered under him. Even if rendered speechless, your body did the talking.

Wesley couldn’t decide where to look, Nines prompted further.

“You just need a little push.”

Fingers roughly pressing between your legs, one push of a massage that forced a moan deep from your chest, and Nines retreated, taking a large step back. Wesley looked half as shocked as you did, your jaw clenching in the realisation of what just happened.

Nines leaned carelessly on the bar, unbothered in leaving you aroused. That was his intention, no? To give you and your prospect a push in getting things going? Which is why he blinked confusingly when you shoved him, a frustrated scowl leaving your lips before you stomped out. Wesley sat glued to his chair, still recovering. Nines ran out after you.

Light patters of rain met his scalp upon catching up to you. You groaned when he called your name.

“You can’t just- do that!” You yelled, frustration grating your throat, showers dampening your hair, “you can’t just-“

The android remained still, attempting to understand you with a series of yellow circles.

“You can’t just touch me like that, Nines!”

But his touch had arisen positive responses, his brow furrowed in confusion, “why?”

You stumbled, eyes widening, “why- why? What do you mean why? You can’t go around touching up random people! It’s- it’s wrong!”

You weren’t random people. Nines processed for a moment, rain splatters snugging the fabric of his sweater against his skin. His scanners quickly caught your gulp, “did you not enjoy it, detective? I assumed he needed a little push.”

You blinked again, dumbfounded. Who gave him the right to put on a show for Wesley? What on Earth goes on in that metal brain of his?

“That’s not- I wasn’t going to go home with him,” water collected on your lashes, “I don’t want him.”

A wave of understanding struck him. He had misunderstood you and his ‘help’ stood void of reason. And recalling the way he stalked over you, no reconstruction software helped in justifying what he did, because the urge didn’t do it for you, it did it for himself.

The warmth of your chest invited him, kisses digging into the valley of your neck whilst he continually decoded the electrolyte contents of your sweat. It quite literally fuelled him.

Deviancy was a strange thing, though the only explanation for why Nines wanted to taste you again; he wanted to hear you breathe out his name, shaking with need, begging for more.

You shivered under water pellets, the silence weighing down each of your breaths. And hidden in the muddle of conflicted feelings, you craved Nines to touch you again, give you a warmth in frozen winds. Neither of you moved, and the ghostly burn of his lips longed for his return.

“I’m going home,” you muttered, straying away from his scanners.

He wasn’t your date. You weren’t together. But hell, if the assumptions of such didn’t make your heart flutter, you didn’t know what will. Besides, Nines was the embodiment of allurement, poised and perfect, what would he do with the likes of you?

Arms wrapped around to wade off the cold, teeth chattering, you blinked a few before turning away to walk to your car, the gusts of wind trying to push you back. Nines wouldn’t see you as anything more than a friend, you were sure of it, but your disappointment was cut short when a firm grip latched around your wrist.

He twisted you, swallowing a squeak with a collided kiss. The colours returned, blinding him tenfold in pretty pinks and bubbly yellows, prompting him to press a hand firmly on the base of your skull and keep you there.

The tension in your spine remained, but you quickly came out of shock and fervently returned the moulding of your lips with his, hand trailing the flex of his pecs, damp fabric squelching under fingertips.

The hand on your wrist migrated to the small of your back, pulling you closer. His tongue poked into your mouth, making you gasp at the added anatomy whilst he curled around ravishingly, wet sounds amidst the ambient splashes of rain. Both of your minds dazed, Nines blinking ambers at devouring you and you suddenly patting his chest with a light push.

He pulled back to let you breathe but returned mid-inhale, this time eagerly tilting his head to see what better fit. He made out the whisper of his name between kisses, responding with an approving groan.

“Nines,” you tried again, water running streams down your back as it poured heavier. You wondered if hypothermia was worth it, “nines, wait-”

He kissed you passionately, hoping to swallow the colour of lips and paint his innards as such. Though he eased, slowing to a stop and you panted onto his jaw. He took in the sight, mimicked tears streaking your blue eyeshadow and mascara under the rain, he fought the urge to prod his tongue in your mouth again.

He awaited your rejection. As you loved to remind everyone, Nines wasn’t your date, always the friend accompanying you instead. He’d be lying if he said watching you with other people didn’t bother him.

But you didn’t scold him, nor push him away in a fury. You smiled, a toothy grin that you failed to bite away and broke into a soft giggle, “we’re in the middle of a street,” you shook your head, leaning a fraction of an inch closer, “and I’m soaking wet.”

Nines pulled into a smirk, “you’re welcome.”

There, the cherry rouge of your cheeks, that was another part of you he wished to consume wholly, preferably with his tongue.

Everyone else felt wrong, but Nines felt right.

And upon passing the threshold of your home, Nines proved the feeling to be mutual by meeting your lips again, vocally praising you when your arms wrapped around his neck. Kicking the door shut, his biceps wrapped you tight, squeezing the air in your lungs and suctioning it straight into his chassis.

He stepped you back, tongue dancing with yours, his fingers tucking away wet hair from your face. You gasped as you hit the wall behind you, his hip bucking into yours with a noticeable erection.

Hands rummaged under clothing, your damp shirt peeling off your skin with a gust of cold, leaving your hairs on end. The foyer’s air, however, grew dense when Nines hungrily eyed your body. Calm blue of his LED blinked an amber and he suddenly threw you over his shoulder.

“Nines!” You shrieked, your protests dying as he caressed the back of your thigh. He carried you to your bedroom, bouncing you onto the mattress with a look that kept you frozen. You gulped in anticipation as he undressed whilst you were only stripped of your shirt.

“Your body temperature has dropped to lower ranges,” he knelt between your legs, clasping your wrists immobile and kissing you into the sheets. You arched into him, gasping at the skin-to-synthetic contact. His lips ghosted to tongue at your jaw, a wet pad of the plastic muscle running up just below your ear.

“I must heat you.”

“You’re as cold as they come,” he pulled back to meet your remark, a teasing glimmer in your eyes. Nines kissed your collar, the sound of compensatory breaths prompting him to lower to your bra, unclasp it and swirl a perked nipple with his tongue.

The moon slitted through blinds, painting him a blue that matched his temple. A warm breath breezed over your lower abdomen, fingers gripping the hem of your pants and shimmying them off. Wet skin made you sensitive to his touch, a tingling working overtime where he wrapped around your thighs, his lips hovering over your remaining underwear.

Of all your dating partners, specifically those you had slept with, only a handful of them had been androids, and it never made it passed foreplay. Whether that be inexperience or hesitance, flings would be done after a touch-up.

Nines had his fair share of sexual partners, learning what got people going and what fed his desires. But your unfiltered storytelling exposed you of kinks and likes that a curious android like Nines couldn’t help fantasising about.

What would you look like under him? How did you sound when forced a rolling orgasm to ripple through you?

A devilish smile made his lips before he took your undergarments in his teeth, lust-blown eyes watching how you shivered at the sight of him dragging them off. Wrapping around you twice as tight, he gave you a flat lick from slit to bud, pushing down your hips to stop your squirming. He was glad to find you were, indeed, soaking wet.

Having him right there, head of brown bobbing up and down, experimentally sliding his tongue in places you didn’t know existed, the sight of him had you biting your lower lip, trying to chew down an embarrassing whimper.

His tongue made circles around your clit, flickering left and right at a gasping pace. Your hands found his scalp, splitting his hair into sizeable chunks, holding on like the handlebars of a rollercoaster; and the way he looked at you, pupils swallowing icy blue into a predatory black, a shiver ran down your back, clenching your thighs against his biceps.

Wet muscle prodded into your slit, eliciting a moan. You almost squealed when his thumb continued to press patterns on your clit whilst tongue-fucking you into the sheets. You pulled at the root of soft, chestnut hair, and he only picked up the pace, having you pant in line with his pace.

You tipped over unexpectedly, crying out your orgasm with an abrupt push against his mouth. Nines crawled above you again, making you taste yourself with a deep, sharp kiss.

To see you like this, body quivering for his touch, an undertone of pink blushing your skin, his field of vision saturated in the colour of you. He wanted more. He wanted to see you come undone again, paint you an orgasm that would stain him for the rest of his android existence. Maybe he understood why Markus created art so often, maybe abstract understanding was closer than he realised. Nines wished for nothing more than to place you high on a pedestal or pin you against the wall for reasons other than framing you a painting.

“Every date you were bailed on,” he whispered confessions on your skin, gently lipsing your shoulders, “I cancelled mine to join you.” You stiffened under him, muscles taunt under his lips, he clarified, “I’d much rather have you than anyone else, detective.”

Of course. You were right. Nines wouldn’t get bailed on that often, it was impossible. You mustered up enough air to speak, “if we’re confessing, I deleted the apps weeks ago.”

Like the robot he was, he halted mid-kiss, a shifting yellow giving him away as it did back at the ice cream cart. You were both lying to each other, simply to be in each other’s company.

You added with a tease, “you don’t have to lie to score a date with me, Nines.”

“I thought I was ‘not a date’,” blue-greys accused you.

“Yeah, I guess we’re both pretty stupid then.”

Your smile brightened the room, despite moonlight barely filtering through your windows, corners bordering darkness. Nines mirrored the grin, dipping down to kiss you with a newfound heaviness in his chest. He pulled off his briefs, lips never leaving yours, and lined himself between spread thighs.

Your breath hitched at the stretch of muscle when he pushed in, barely giving you time to adjust and pushing in further until he bottomed out. Or at least you hoped he did, you weren’t sure if you could take any more of him.

Breathing in each other's pants, he rocked slowly, fingers bruising your wrists, lips bruising your neck. Nines grew desperate to see you in the colour of his lips, turning purples in broken blood vessels. His pelvis smacked again your clitoris, grinding an added stimulation, your head rolling back, moaning his name right into his ear.

Setting a brutal pace abruptly, swallowing squeals in messy lip-locking, Nines stretched you to the teetering line of pain and pleasure, the head of his cock driving into a sensitive spot that jolted your nerves in bliss. He rutted like an animal, resting his forehead on yours, fucking you with a harsh snap of hips, your legs could only hold on for dear life. He loved to see the dip between your brows, raccoon-faced from messy makeup. It made him twitch inside of you.

“You feel so good. You look perfect,” he praised, bringing two fingers under your jaw to prompt eye contact. You met his darkened expression, his rouge curl tickling your forehead. Thumb shaping your lips, he pushed in knuckle-deep, pressing down on your tongue. You gave an instinctive suck as he growled, “you’re mine.”

Every thrust brought about a new sound from your throat, and with your mouth forced half-open, there was little you could do to stop them. Your eyes rolled back, toes curling at a rolling orgasm, the sounds of sex driving you to buck into him as he did you.

You were desperate, needy, and what was left of Nines’ restraint was snapped. He fucked hard, muttering profanities as he edged closer, seeing you at the mercy of everything he gave you flipping him inside out.

He wanted to see you like this, again and again. His thumb subconsciously retracted his simulated skin, a ripple in your mouth that diverted your attention, and a glowing blue lit up from below the whites of his hand. An interface, the both of you realised. You moaned at his display of intimacy.

Nines staggered into you, losing his rhythm.

You looked good in blue.

“Come for me.”

And with sharp thrusts, you arched into a mind-blowing orgasm, limbs shaking as he continually dragged in and out to chase his own. He spilled with a throb, panting at the chance of painting you inwards as you did to him, and watched the slowed pumping of where the both of you connected.

Though upon spotting a trail of blueish white leaking out of you, his hips bucked involuntarily, eager for another round.

You moaned in euphoria, and that was enough for him to keep going.

It was no surprise Nines adored the sight of you decorated in his markings, growling in every painted colour you presented. So, the next steps carved themselves, and you had a great idea for your next date.

Painting.

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year

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Okay! So the short version of my request is I’d essentially like a yandere love triangle where Nines is after the attention of Connor’s girlfriend. When he goes to make a move and maybe separate them, he finds out Connor is a (slightly more subtle) yandere who knows what Nines is trying to do and isn’t happy about it.

"999 Or 666"

Connor x F!Reader x RK900

Human|Y/N

Warnings: Yandere Themes & Death Of A Character

You hummed a soft tune while carefully folding laundry, Connor was currently in the kitchen tending to- well you're not exactly sure what. He often is fixing things.... Sometimes things you swear weren't actually broken but you trust him.

Calm and collected with a shockingly gentle touch for something inhuman. You put your faith in him even if occasionally there were things that seemed- off. He'd never hurt you. He's a robot not a monster- a robot with feelings and heart. So what if he bleeds blue rather than red- he still bleeds.

A pair of arms wrap around you from behind causing you to flinch for a split second in surprise.

"Sorry."

He apologized while pressing close to you, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you watch the little ringlet of light flicker between colors.

"It's alright Connor. Just give me a little warning next time."

••

Of course you made a new friend- you're just so darn sweet and inviting. It's not the first time you unintentionally charmed someone.

Connor does not like it though. He does not like the way Nines is looking at you.

Nines has set his eyes on you, your every movement mesmerizes him. It makes him feel something. He likes it- he likes feeling.

Swiftly reaching out before Connor can even react, Nines grabs the groceries that were in your hands moving towards the kitchen with them.

"Here. Let me give you a hand with that."

You couldn't help but giggle a little- it was cute. He's cute.

You love Connor- you only view Nines as a friend. Though when you giggle at what he does, it makes your calm collected boyfriend boil within.

His expression doesn't change- but the flicker of his light ringlet is an indication. A warning to something brewing behind his eyes.

Too bad you didn't notice.

••

"She's mine."

You were currently inside watching a movie, Connor standing outside with Nines. Tension thick in the air almost to a suffocating degree.

"She's not property."

Nines shot back- which may have been a mistake. A miscalculation. Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut but he didn't exactly regret saying it.

Nines sensed something wasn't right with this. Right with Connor.

He's never felt this before but he feels- protective. You aren't his girlfriend but he intends for that to change.

Maybe if he drags out Connor's true colors... Maybe you'll choose him instead.

Wouldn't that be wonderful? He'd get to be the one to hold you and protect you instead. He'd be the one you run too.

Perhaps he isn't any better.

••

You were settled into Connor's arms nestled up against his chest, he was holding you a bit tighter than usual.

"You're quiet."

He looks down at you- an awkward but sweet smile making it's way onto his face.

"Just thinking."

"Bout' what?"

"You."

It wasn't entirely a lie- he was thinking about you. Just not in the typical sweet way like usual. You don't know that though- you don't need to know that. The way you nuzzle right into him has his system heating up- this is where you belong.

Nothing can snatch you from his arms.

••

Nines is visiting again- Connor isn't home right now so it's just you and him. This doesn't worry you though- why should it?

You're not in danger.

You heard shuffling around the kitchen and peeked in, it almost looked like Nines was searching for something. Something that had him rather agitated.

"What are you doing?"

He paused and turned towards you- your coffee maker in his hands.

"Has this been worked on recently?"

"Yeah... Connor said he fixed it. Why? Is it acting up again?"

His eyes drifted back to the object currently in his possession.

This is it.

He fidgeted with it and pulled out a small camera, holding it out to you and your heart stopped for a second.

What is that? Why would that be there?

Does Connor keep tabs on you whenever he has to be away for awhile...?

The thought forms knots in your stomach, this isn't something your Connor would do. No. There's no way.

Nines had set down the coffee maker and moved closer to you upon seeing your distressed expression, reaching out to pull you into his arms.

The sound of him saying your name dragged you out of your head and you swiftly stepped back avoiding his embrace.

"Don't touch me..."

The ringlet of light flickered- that time you used... It hurt. He was just helping- don't you see that? He's protecting you.

"I was just-"

"You... You should go."

"I can't leave you like this."

"Leave."

"No."

He was standing firm in his ground, refusing to go away despite your insistence. You two were so focused on each other you didn't hear the click of the front door.

Connor now in the kitchen doorway, a new feeling settling into the air.

"What is he doing here?"

Your heart dropped at the sound of his voice, it was like ice pressing into a wound.

Are you in danger?

He'd never hurt you.

But he would-

A blue substance splattered across your face, vision blurred in a frenzied panic. Hushed words meant to sooth you as a pair of arms snatched you into a strong chest.

You're safe. It's okay. Everything will be okay.

{The ending is up for interpretation. I know you said mild but idk how to make it only mild LMAO Sorry it took so long. Hope this is good.}

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vee-beeee · 11 months

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(Part 2) Robo Camping

HELLOOOO

PART 2 IS HERE

Im literally so sorry this took actual years, i got super sick

but im back with PART 2 and im READY

sorry for plot holes as always

I hope this isnt more trash, i worked so hard on this LOL

part 1 is (here) (i think) (idk how to link this properly)

Enjoy :D

Warnings: swearing maybe, FLUFF, and guys im venturing into the unknown here but there IS SMOOCHES and listen i tried hard but if they suck im SO SORRY

guys i gotta warn you, this is really cheesy like REALLY

this is so long holy 4k words

Conner, Nines, Sixty x reader

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You were HERE

After months of planning, days of road trips, hours of waiting, you were here.

And it was perfect.

You guys were deep in the heart of the woods, giving a little privacy to your area. The campsite itself was open with trees surrounding you, almost closing in with how the large they were looming over you. And in the corner was a break in the woods to a trail, which lead down to a small, crystal clear stream. Everything was gorgeous, just how you remembered it.

You giggled to yourself as the boys talked amongst themselves about how amazing it was while Nines picked a good place to park. After waiting point 0 seconds for Nines to unlock the door, you threw yourself into the woods and into this new experience.

(lil gif to get your brain going)

You ran to the middle of the camp and spun yourself in a full circle, taking in your surroundings. You could see your mountain peeking over the tree tops, and it looked majestic and glorious. Tomorrow you definitely wanted to check out the visitors lodge that sat around the middle of the mountain.

"You look like your enjoying yourself"

Snapping out of your trance (the mountain had that effect on you) you turned to look and see Nines smirking at you, but his gaze loving. He looked relaxed, and like he totally belonged in the woods, wearing a grey plaid shirt and his LED slightly hidden under a small beanie. You smiled at seeing him, and quickly ran a little ways up to him and made a motion with your arms to silently ask for what you wanted. His lips twitched and he nodded, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and sink into his hard shell of a front. You sighed softly and turned so your face was right between his pecs, enjoying the slight softness that his shirt provided. He smelled strongly of spice, and you inhaled to get more of it. The scent filled your lungs with a tingle, and you tried to mumble to him how much you enjoyed it

"Ymmmph smellpmh nicmph" he hummed out a laugh at hearing your poor attempts at communicating "what are you trying to say my dear?" you giggled into him and put your chin on his chest to fully gaze up into his face. His eyebrows were scrunched up but his eyes were full of mirth. Quietly, you started again "I said you smell nice" his face broke out into a Nines grin, brighter than ever as he and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. "Why thank you, I actually keep myself clean. You must be smelling real soap" you gasped and swatted away at him while his grip on you got tighter and he chuckled out.

Rude.

"Geeez get a room you two!" you broke out of your bubble with Nines and looked over your shoulder at Conner and Sixty, who were in the middle of unpacking the car. Sixty was glaring pointedly at the RK900 unit while he unfolded a chair, (and you knew he was the one who said that) and you heard Conner chuckle as he pulled a box out of the trunk. You sighed and nuzzled one more time into Nines chest, finally detaching yourself from his artificial warmth to blow him a smooch dramatically, watching his lips quirk as he fake caught it, bringing the hand he caught it in to his lips and giving you a charming look.

After that you guys helped get set up, you and Conner were assigned to making the tent while Nines and Sixty set up the (very organized and clean) camp. When you and Conner were done getting the tent built, you both jumped into it and hopped onto the humongous blow up mattress the boys bought. The tent was very spacious with room for all of you to move around, and the mattress only took up 1 third the space. The rest of the space had a small table with pillows set up around it, and all of your suitcases pilled up on each other in the corner. The roof of the tent was high and see-through, for " romantic star gazing" as Conner called it in the store. (To which Hank had rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised he didn't fall over and muttered something about teenagers in love)

While you were staring off into the sky above you, Conner caught your attention. He had gently reached out for your hand while you were distracted, and when you had turned your head to face him he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. You blushed and smiled goofily at him, and he returned it, grabbing you fully now and rolling you over on top of him. You both lightly laughed at the position, you were now on top of his whole body looking down on him and he was staring up at you. You continued to lovingly gaze at each other before you decided to quickly peck him on the lips. You started to pull away, only meaning to do a fast smooch, but his hand flew up to the back of your head to prevent you from leaving him.

And then his lips lightly meet yours again.

Lips moving in sync, warmth filling your body, as he oh so gently kissed you. Like you would break if he was to harsh. His hand started massaging your hair, and the other wrapped around waist to keep you in place. Your palms moved up to rest on his chest as the kiss grew deeper, his mouth moving against yours as he soaked in your softness and savored it. Unfortunately, to busy making out, you both failed to hear the sound of branches crunching and someone walking towards the tent.

"Oh come on!" You jerked in surprise and looked up to see Sixty's head. He was totally scowling at Conner through the tents see-through mesh. " She had her fun with Nines and now this? When's my turn?" You burst into surprised giggles as Conner gave him a cheeky, breathless grin. You watched as Sixty as he stalked away, grumbling about being last. You gave Conner's cheek a soft smack and rolled off of him, standing up as much as the tent would allow and stretching. You heard him get off the mattress and felt cheeky hands resting at your waist. You swatted his grabby paws away as he chuckled, and you both left to help the others.

Finally, just as the sun was starting to set, everything was set up. Your tent was in the corner of the camp, making sure the top was out in the open so you could clearly see the night sky. There was a new picnic table set up, with cooking supplies and games piled on the top, and near the opening in the trees you guys had set up your chairs around the provided fire pit. It was picturesque, the perfect campsite.

"You guys, this looks awesome!" You laughed and plopped down in you chair while Sixty started a fire. "Indeed. I think we did a good job" Nines looked around, hands on his hips and nodded to himself. Conner came over and gave you a blanket, settling down in his chair next to you.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about various things while you ate your dinner and, of course, smore making. Only you could eat them, so you had 3 androids eagerly making the perfect smores and waiting for you to eat their model smore. You did eventually get sugar overload, and watched as Sixty, while cackling, set his marshmallow on fire for fun while Conner told him off and explained fire safety. To which Sixty ignored.

Eventually it got late, you got tired, and you all tucked into bed. All the androids present turned their internal heaters up and snuggled up to you, and you literally turned into a marshmallow yourself. You all looked up at the beautiful sky, filled with stars you just couldn't see in the big city, and you fell asleep listening to soft robotic breathes and the sound of the woods waking up.

Aaaaand then you woke up. In the middle of the night. With a need.

A need you hated. Because it would involve getting up from your comfortable spot, smushed between Conner and sixty and Nines leg??, and venturing into the woods.

You slowly started moving, looking around at your boys. They were all in rest mode, and you didn't want to interrupt them. So you snuck out of the tent, pecking all their heads as you left.

Now, you seem to have forgotten that you were dealing with androids. Who wake up when the detect their human has gotten up, noticing a disturbance. After you left the tent and went rummaging through one of the boxes on the table for a flashlight, you heard unzipping and saw a sleepy Sixty emerge from the tent.

"What are you doing sweet cheeks?" You flushed at the nickname, and looked him up and down. He had sloppily put on his shoes, and pulled a hoodie over his sleeping shirt.

"I needed to go use the bathroom, sorry for waking you" You quietly whispered to him, returning to your mission of finding a light source. You saw an LED swirl amber in the corner of your vision and suddenly a head lamp was being strapped to your messy bed head.

"Well let's go, I want to go back to snuggling you again" you started to protest, but he just tutted at you, explaining that there were bears in the area and he was making sure you weren't going to be mauled or kidnapped.

"If there was a bear, what are you going to do? Fist fight it?" You chuckled as his smile fell. It was quickly replaced by a smug smirk "I could totally win that fight. I literally have iron muscles." You doubled over in soft giggles after watching him flex his synthetic muscles through his hoodie and kiss them.

You both started off, groping around in the darkness trying to find your way to the campsites communal bathroom. Eventually you did find it, and you almost cried. It had been a 5 minute walk through the darkness and you were desperate. You heard Sixty laughing at you as you ran inside. You grimaced at the state the bathroom was in when you first entered (it being a campsite bathroom and all), and made sure to wash your hands with A LOT of soap.

You finished up and walked out to see..

No one? Had Sixty gone back without you?

You cautiously called out his name and turned in a slow circle, activating your headlamp as you did so.

"BOO"

And then you closed your eyes, screamed, and swiftly turned around and throat punched someone.

Your scream died out, and you cracked one eye open when you heard wheezy laughter. Fully opening your eyes, you were greeted by Sixty chuckling and holding his throat. You gasped as you saw his skin melting into the pure white underneath.

"Sixty Im so sorry! Its really dark out and I was freaked out already, are you okay?" He coughed out a yes and you saw his LED blinking yellow as he did a system diagnostic. "Damn girl, you punched me so hard you knocked a plate lose" you put your face in your palms and apologized profusely, and he had none of that. "Hey Hey Hey look at me" you stopped rambling and turned to see his face. He gave you a goofy smile as you made eye contact and your eyes darted back down to his throat to see that it looked a injured. There was a small line of white that lead down his throat, meaning you really had knocked something lose.

"It'll be fine. I'm actually a little impressed, but listen. It was my fault anyway. Now-" He started reassuringly, and you watched his hand slid down his throat until he reached that patch of white. His hand gently applied pressure and you heard a small hiss until the white was gone and his LED returned to a calm blue. you heard a chuckle before a hand went under your chin and he tilted your head up, drawing it close to his.

"Can you kiss it better?"

And then his mouth was hastily on yours, basically devouring you. You were so surprised that you gasped, but he quickly swallowed it. He grabbed you and gently pushed you against a tree, grasping for a branch for balance as he swept you away with his lips. This was different from Conner's kissing. This was desperate, fast, like Sixty was not afraid you would break. He was rough. You reached for everything, his hair, his back, the tree behind you, looking for purchase as he rapidly took your ability to breathe.

It was over all to soon as a light shone on the both of you.

And holding that light, was a disappointed pair. Conner and Nines.

"Wow"

"Honestly you two"

They grumbled and turned around, not even waiting for you both to join them. You and Sixty turned to each other and breathlessly giggled, before rushing to join the Rk's. You decided to briefly question them.

"What are you guys doing out here anyway?" They looked at each other before Nines eyes raked your form over "We heard a scream, and came to investigate. Are you okay?" you immediately flushed, and turned to look accusingly at Sixty. He rubbed his arm and turned to stare in the darkness chucking as he murmured

"I pranked her. But she got me good! She's actually got quite the arm."

And it took a minute for the pair to compute what Sixty implied.

He scared the crap out of you.

In the woods.

At night.

And made you scream.

And punch him.

And then Nines basically throttled him.

That ended in you and Conner pulling Nines off of Sixty as he once again fell into choking fit, and you explained you had already throat punched him. Conner applauded you for your strength when you told him you accidently loosened a panel.

You all eventually got back to camp, and fell into a snugly, warm, android pile once more.

Watching the stars.

The next morning you couldn't have been more comfortable. Conner was crowding your back, curling around you with both of his hands resting on your stomach. Every part of him was heated, and you were melting. Sixty's head was shoved into your chest, the rest of his body entwined with yours, making you the middle of a android sandwich, and you were NOT complaining. Nines was mysteriously not here, but as soon as that thought crossed your mind, your nose picked up on some eggs and bacon being cooked. You sighed happily and picked your hands up to rub your hands through sixty's hair.

He let out a groan and snuggled deeper into you as you softly giggled. You felt movement behind you and you started stretching your legs

"Good morning my love" came a sleepy voice from behind you. A similar voice revealed itself from your chest, and Sixty turned his head to gaze at you.

"Good morning to you too boys" You murmured, keeping one hand to run through Sixty's hair, and the other went up to smack Conner's cheek a couple times. The boys waited until you were done re-positioning yourself to snuggle deeper into you, and you almost did fall asleep again, but a soft voice and the unzipping of the tent flap woke you back up. You closed your eyes and felt soft lips kiss your temple "I made you breakfast. I know its early, but I remember you said you wanted to go to that Lodge on the mountain today. So I have prepared everything to leave as soon as your done eating" your eyes gently blinked open and you took a moment to study Nines face. His eyes were droopy and filled with adoration, and he was dressed in a warm puffy jacket. You leaned up to peck his lips, which he returned until Sixty yanked you down and grumbled. Nines chuckled quietly and left the tent, leaving you to get ready.

Once you all were dressed for the day, you and the Rk's left the tent to see Nines packing some boxes in the car. As soon as you spied your breakfast you grabbed it and started eating. You always remembered to praise Nines, as he enjoyed your input on how his food tasted.

"Nines this is amazing as always" you watched his lips twitch upwards "I'm glad. You need real, healthy food in you. Not that garbage from "mcdonalds" or any fast food place that you ingested so much of on the road trip" annnddd then Conner and Nines were talking about unhealthy fast food restaurant food was now. You giggled as they talked, hearing their clear disgust for the industry. Sixty came and sat down next to you on the picnic table, where you had set up, and started talking with you on what you wanted to do that day.

When you finished eating, your group set off in the car once again to go to the mountains visitors lodge. You were super excited, you had so many fond memories of the place and you were ecstatic to come back with your boyfriends and re-live the experiences again.

After a short and sweet drive, filled with amazing scenery, and the trip flew by as you soon made it to the lodge. You were thankful for Nines planning because it was totally dead at the time of day it was. Speaking of, what time was it?

"Oh my god its 6 in the morning" you exclaimed after checking your phone. Conner looked at you from the drivers seat, confusion visible on his face.

"Did you not notice?" you shook your head at him and he chuckled, along with the others "That's because you sleep in all the time, you don't know what morning looks like" a certain smug voice stated from the backseat. You rolled your eyes and got out of the car, grumbling as you slammed the door shut.

They weren't wrong. You were slightly prone to sleeping in.

"But isn't it beautiful in the morning?" Nines had apparently snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear. His breath made you shiver, and you nodded, taking in your surroundings. The mountain was lit up by the morning sun, looking heavenly, and the rolling cliffs that surrounded it were covered in snow and shone brightly. You sighed into Nines, and took the moment to enjoy the cool air that the altitude and forest provided.

You all walked in to the lodge and greeted the exhausted employee, and started looking at the displays of the mountain. Nines and Conner read every plaque and information board, and Sixty wandered around messing with the controls on the displays, to which Conner would quietly glare at him. You went off on your own to a empty room, that when you clicked a couple buttons, showed what climbing the mountain would look like, a little hologram appearing before you. Standing alone in the empty room, you listened as the narrator explained what was going on.

"Enjoying the show?"

You tilted your head to see Nines leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets. His lips were quirked upwards, and he slowly sauntered towards you, spinning you fully to face him. He gently held you, kissing your temple as you got closer.

"I am now"

After finishing up with the main area of the lodge, your little crew went to the gift shop. Where the boys all bought themselves AND you something, which you had protested to at first, but they insisted.

Nines got himself and you matching sweatshirts, saying you "needed to bundle up more"

Conner got some new card games, (your collection growing) and then told you he would play with you later. You were totally winning that

Sixty got you a stuffed animal moose. You immitaly named it mouse.

A good day overall

After that, you all took a walk in the flower fields behind the lodge, and you took A LOT of pictures. You were just so happy to be there with your boys, and the flowers were gorgeous this time of year.

The rest of the morning was spent on hiking around the lodge, and at lunch time you ate at a little restaurant that was off of the lodge. The boys sat amongst themselves talking, but while that was happening,

their LEDs were blinking rapidly

That's gotta mean somethings wrong

you were starting to get suspicious, eyeing them carefully as the group all sat with their LEDS blinking and occasionally giving each other looks.

And then Sixty and Nines just up and left.

They both said their goodbyes, saying they "wanted to check something" and left.

More interestingly, Conner face palmed at their delivery out of the corner of your eye.

"What are they actually doing" you questioned and ate one of your fries, watching the pair leave, and then promptly running past the window of the shop making your eye brows skyrocket.

"Its just something with work, its fine my darling" Conner crowded your vision, and offered to walk around in the more secluded parts of the flower fileds. He said he wanted to check the small lake out there, and you agreed but still kept an eye out for Nines and Sixty. They seemed anxious and in a hurry, but what did that mean?

You and Conner left the shop after paying for the food, and went on a little romantic walk. You swore Conner was redirecting your vision as you left, saying he saw a moose.

You didn't buy it. Something was up.

But Conner was dilligent.

He was on you the whole time, talking you up and forcing you to give all your attention to him.

Well, not forcing

When you got to the cute little lake, you guys sat on a sturdy old log that was covered in moss, but it gave you the perfect view.

"Hey sweetheart?" You hummed in response, but kept your eyes on the scenery.

"We have some time to kill" You turned to him, and of course

He was holding the card game he bought you.

And so, 36 minutes of time was spent as you fiercely tried to win against Conner.

You think the time was well spent.

Even if he won everytime.

He apologized every win, adding that he could technically "lower his difficulty" but you refused.

You were winning fair and square.

Did I mention what game this was?

"Haha! Uno!" you yelled into the forest, while Conner looked at you in amusement. Deep in his artifical heart, he knew he shouldnt do this to you. You worked so hard! But, he was only human. (android but you get it)

A quick "I love you" brushed past his lips and then he slapped down a +4.

You were frozen. You knew it was bad when he pulled out and "i love you" . Finally you gasped, looking at him in shook as he gave you a guilty smile.

"Wow Conner I thought you were supposed to be the nicest one" a voice hollered from the woods. You spun around to find the voice and saw Sixty and Nines emerge from the woods, and they gently chuckled at your misery face and caught up with Conner.

Sixty went off with the other rk800 unit, and Nines stayed with you.

"Is everything okay? You guys were gone for a while." His mouth just twitched and he gave you a cryptic "you'll see". You gave him a skeptical look before Conner and Sixty came back.

And Sixty handed you a map.

Giving him a confused smile, you opened it finding the answer to all your questions.

It was a map

For a scavenger hunt.

You almost screamed in excitement.

you LOVED scavenger hunts.

All the boys kissed your head, and Sixty whispered a "go wild" and you were off.

The clues took you all over the lodge, and the boys were there to guide you along the way and give you hints in case you got lost. As you ran around for almost 2 hours, they explained that Conner was the distraction, and Nines and Sixty had spent that time setting everything up. You took the chance to hug all of them, and you apparently got too "sappy" for Sixty. But you were so thankful that they took the time to set everything up. There was another perk though, every clue lead to a small gift. You had gotten stuffed animals, gift cards, little Knick knacks, the whole load. Every time you got a gift you would thank them profusely, and they would just chuckle.

Finally, you got to the end.

And found....a piece of paper?

That came with a picture?

The paper read "our new home" on it and oh my god

The whole scavenger hunt lead to this.

Conner gently grabbed your shoulder, and you turned to see them all softly smiling at you.

"We bought a place"

And you almost burst into tears.

It was a super fancy apartment, close to the top floor, with plenty of space for everyone.

And you could have ANIMALS

They asked you if you would move in and you immediately accepted, jumping up and down and throwing yourself into a droid hug while they laughed with you.

So it was a pretty good first day you think.

The rest of the week was spent hiking, fire mishaps, exploring, crossing dangerous rivers, and you (attempting) to tell ghost stories to androids that were not spooked at all.

One hike was definitely the most memorable, it being your last too

It, at one point, ended up with you pressed up against Nines as he held a hand to your mouth, with Conner and Sixty moving in front of you.

Going back a bit to before that, you all had been merrily walking down the trail, you talking about your favorites movie lore while the androids all listened fondly, when Nines suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Woah is he malfunctioning?" was Sixty's immediate quip whenever Nines did something strange. Nines was currently tilting his head around, eagle eyes dissecting the forest and fields around you.

And then he suddenly jumped for you and grabbed your mouth, tugging you backwards into some bushes. You shouted in surprise and Conner ran to your aid, but Nines grabbed his arm and dragged him in the bush with you. He noticed Sixty's panic and quickly and calmly explained what was wrong

"Bear"

And then you gasped as Sixty, quick as a whip, jumped into the bush with you. All of you were silent, and then you heard snorting and grunting.

And a bear was totally walking a little ways away through the field that was next to the trail you were previously on.

You could feel Nines breathe on you as you all watched it crack open a log and rip it to shreds. In the corner of your eye, you saw Conner TOTALLY enamored. He had a goofy smile on his face while he watched it pulverize a log, and you assumed it was looking for bugs. You had to admit, this was super cool.

After a while it lumbered on, having its fill. Nines slowly released you as every one exited the coverage of the trees, and you turned around to peck his cheek and thank him for immediately protecting you. He whispered a soft "of course" and you smiled at his slightly blue cheeks.

Conner was talking about that bear for the rest of the hike, him and Sixty both recalling the events and analyzing them. You giggled at their excitement over seeing a real-life actual bear, and not just an android one at some zoo.

The camping trip was a success all together, you had fun with your boyfriends, they had fun with you, they got to see an actual bear, lots of good stuff.

It was a sad day when you had to pack up, you knew you wouldn't be back anytime soon because of how long it took to drive to the mountain and back. The boys were disappointed too, but said they enjoyed it so much they would be willing to do it again. (More like Conner and Sixty said that while Nines protested. He enjoyed camping, just not all the dirt that came with it)

A good trip overall with more camping to come. And a new apartment for you all to enjoy. Mission successful.

And you totally won a game of uno on the last night, to everyone's dismay. The cherry on top.

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Holy crap I read it again and this is so cheesy

I hope you enjoy tooth rotting fluff lol

THANKS FOR READING

sorry for spelling errors and i hope its not crap!

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh hank #dbh sixty x reader #dbh sixty

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datauthorress · 2 years

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To Learn and to Love [Chapter 1]

Pairing: Upgraded Connor|RK900 x Female! Reader

Summary: A month after being released from jail, you, a recovering drug addict, are appointed an android during your year-long parole. RK900, the newest model on the market, is programmed to keep you out of trouble. You expect the android to be on your tail at every minute of every day and become irritated to the point of threatening. What you don’t expect, is for you to open up to the android and the android to open up to you.

Rating: E

Warnings: Language, talk of drug addiction

December 2nd, 2038

3:45 PM

“Y/N Schmidt? Dr. Callahan is ready for you.”

You let out a grumble and stood up, brushing a fleck of dirt off of your ripped jeans and walked through the door that led to the back offices of the therapists. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket, which was hanging off your left shoulder due to the jacket being a bit bigger on you than you had originally remembered.

Being in jail and not eating their disgusting food tended to make one lose weight faster than going at it in the gym. You had protested to eating by once every couple of days because the food literally made you sick. The food had never agreed with your system, and none of the guards, nor the warden wanted to make exceptions to make sure you ate. It was only then, when you had gone without eating for nearly a week, that they finally gave you accommodations for better food.

Which pissed off the inmates and got you harassed or beaten up on a daily basis.

You scowled to yourself, already dreading this day’s appointment.

It had been a month since you were released from jail and per to your parole agreement (which even your parents agreed with and your therapist as well), you were going to be assigned an android to keep an eye on you for your year-long parole. And once that was up, the android would go back to Cyberlife.

This year was going to be hell.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling today?” Dr. Callahan asked with a gentle smile.

Callahan was a middle-aged man, with black hair with streaks of gray and a beard that complimented his facial features quite nicely. A pair of round, black glasses sat on his nose.

“Well, I’m here.” You replied, plopping down in the chair in front of the desk. “Parents are outside, said I could come in by myself since I’ll be walking out with an android.”

“That didn’t really answer my question, Y/N.” Callahan let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“Just fucking peachy, doctor.” You muttered.

“Charmed,” the man in the other chair said, a man a bit younger than Callahan. Your parole officer, Michael Withers, was a hard ass, but he meant the best for you. “Now then, I have all of your paperwork for the android you’ll be receiving today. You’re going to be appointed an RK900, the upgrade of the RK800. Normally the RK900 is used for military and law enforcement, but we thought it might be best if you were appointed to a newer version. RK900 has already proved to be effective and follows orders without question or hesitation. The android will be programmed to follow you wherever you go, as well as send weekly updates to me and Dr. Callahan. Anything in violation of your parole will be sent immediately to us.”

“Cool,” you muttered, picking at a stray string of fabric on your jeans.

“If you happen to have any episodes of PTSD or panic attacks, the RK900 can fill in as a temporary therapist until you see me next.” Callahan spoke, clearing his throat. “Any questions, Y/N?”

“Is this newer version able to develop deviancy? If so, I really don’t care. Would be better than talking to a fucking brick wall.” You asked.

“Cyberlife assures us that the RK900 has no room for deviancy, but I suppose it just all depends. If the RK900 does become sentient, and it makes you uncomfortable, then we can assign you a new android without the deviancy.” Michael explained.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine.”

“Excellent, so if there aren’t any more questions, why don’t we meet your android?” Callahan asked.

The three of you left the office and walked down the hallway to another office, where there was only one person inside. You immediately knew it was the android that was appointed to you. The android’s label on the right lapel of its – his – jacket was RK900. Even though he was sitting down, eyes closed and still, as though he might be sleeping. He wore black pants, a black turtleneck that completely covered up his neck and a white and black jacket, as well as black shoes. His hair was brown and slicked back for the most part besides the little bit that dropped over his forehead.

Honestly, you could admit that the android had handsome features.

“RK900?” Michael called out.

The blue light on the LED on the android’s temple flashed blue and then his eyes opened, revealing a gray/silvery color to them. You had never seen somebody with eyes much like silver, but you could see the blank expression in them. Of course, he was an android. He had no need for emotions unless he deviated.

“Yes?” the android questioned, standing up.

“Come meet your charge.” Michael said, and pushed you forwards.

You threw a glare at your parole officer and crossed your arms over your chest, glancing up as the android as he approached you. Damn, he was tall. Taller than you by clear over a foot, six three….probably approaching six five.

The LED blinked blue a few times before the android spoke. “Hello, Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was sent by Cyberlife to be your appointed guardian until your yearly parole is over with.” The android spoke, his hands behind his back as he introduced himself.

Yeah, this was definitely going to fucking suck.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Callahan asked.

“It’s not like I have a fucking say in the matter,” you replied, feeling a headache coming on. Fuck, you needed a cigarette.

“Excellent,” Michael nodded.

“So, we’ll set you up for your weekly appointment next Friday around noon?” Callahan asked, making notes on his clipboard.

“Sure,” you sighed.

“Wonderful. Then you are free to get out of here. Take care and we’ll see you next Friday.”

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“Y/N-.”

“What?” you snapped, glancing over to the android as you took a drag from your cigarette, blowing out smoke from between your lips.

“Smoking is an unhealthy habit and statistics conclude-,” the android began.

“Listen here,” you spoke, turning your attention completely to the android. “You may be my appointed android and I may be your charge, but let’s get one thing straight. You don’t order me around; you don’t tell me what to do. If I give an order, you follow it. If I tell you to jump off a bridge, you do it. If I tell you to leave me alone, you do it. Understand?”

The LED on the android’s temple flickered yellow for the brief of a nanosecond before going back to blue. “Understood, Y/N.”

You took another long drag from your cigarette and glanced over to the car your parents’ were sitting in. It sucked that you had no choice but to live with them, but you had your own space and all. You were trying with your parents’, well…..it was your mother and step-father. Your mother was trying and so was your step-father, even though you didn’t like either of them very much. You missed your actual father.

You sighed and glanced over at the android once more, noticing that you didn’t want to call him RK900. You thought for a moment before you decided on a name. “Nines.”

“Pardon?”

“Well, I can’t call you RK900, it’s a fucking mouthful.” You pointed out, finishing off your cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stubbing the rest out with the heel of your boot. “And Nines is the only name I can come up with due to your model.”

“Nines.” The android – Nines – spoke, before nodding.

“Let’s go.” You sighed.

About ten minutes later, you were on the road to your home that your mother and step-father owned. Your step-father, David, was driving and your mother, Anabella, was in the passenger seat, texting on her cellphone. Nines sat in the seat next to you, quiet.

“How did your appointment go, Y/N?” David asked.

“Peachy,” you replied, staring out the window.

“I know this isn’t the ideal situation,” he began, turning down the road for your street. “But it’s the best thing for you.”

“Sure,” you deadpanned, not really in the mood to talk.

~ ~

Stress Level: 45%, indicates annoyance and irritation, most likely caused by the situation at hand.

RK900 – or as he was now called – Nines scanned the human next to him, getting a reading for your vitals. It was clear that your stress level was high, higher than an average human should have when dealing with a situation like this. He didn’t know much about you, only that he was programmed to look after you and follow you wherever you went, including anywhere outside or inside.

Objective: Look after Y/N Schmidt.

“Hey, Nines,”

Nines glanced over to you, as you stared at him with an annoyed expression. “C’mon, unless you wanna sleep in here.”

Nines exited the vehicle and glanced up at the large house before him, noting that it was two stories high, and had an angled roof. The house was built on a hill, so the garage was actually underneath the first floor. On the second floor, there was a large window protruding from the inside, more than likely a sitting area in the bedroom.

His silver gaze followed you as you walked up behind your parents to the first floor, and he followed after.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Nines where he’ll be staying at? I’ll get dinner started and then we can go over your schedule.” Anabella suggested.

“I guess,” you muttered and glanced over to the android, who turned his attention to you. “C’mon, tin can.”

Tin can.

A nickname because he was an android.

You opened a door that led up to a set of stairs and went up, your boots thudding on the wooden steps. Nines followed you, watching as you walked around the stairs and into your bedroom. Upon examination, your bedroom consisted of the entire second floor, as a loft area. You had a bedroom area where your bed, dresser and a few other things were. By the stairs, Nines noticed the desk and laptop, deducing it as a work area for you. He glanced to his left, seeing the handmade bookshelf of books, games and movies. Nines followed you past the stair area, noting the neatness of the walk-in closet on his right and the bathroom on his left.

“Loki, come here you fucking gremlin.”

Nines glanced over once more, his LED glowing blue as you reached down and picked up an all-black, adult, female cat, cradling her in your arms. The feline meowed, tilting her head into your touch. “Yea, momma’s home.” You said.

Nines scanned your vitals, curious.

Stress Level: 29%, likely indicating the animal is a source of comfort.

“This is where you’ll be sitting at, or sleeping, or stasis, whatever you do at night.” You spoke, gesturing to the seating area next to the big window. There was a small couch and a recliner, both of which had small pillows and a couple of throws on them. “Loki usually occupies the recliner unless she’s sleeping with me at night.”

“Androids perform stasis at night when not doing an objective.” Nines said. “As well as performing updates to keep software up to date.”

“Fuck, you even talk like a machine.” You grumbled, and Loki squirmed in your arms, to which you let her jump onto the recliner. “We’ll need to fix that. But, we’re correcting one thing first. Take off that jacket.”

“I fail to see how this-,”

“Take off the fucking jacket,” you snapped.

Y/N’s stress level rises when she is not listened to.

Nines reached up and shrugged the jacket off of his shoulders and you could see just how much bigger the android was than you. He was over a head taller than you, as well as twice your size. His shoulders were broad, and you could see muscles in his arms from underneath the black shirt.

You bit down on your bottom lip, before releasing a sigh.

You approached Nines and reached up, taking the first button in your fingers, and undoing it, before moving onto the next one, then the next, and then when you got to the fifth one, you stopped. You could see pale skin beneath the black shirt. After a moment, you popped the collar down, pulling out a piece of cardboard that had been keeping the collar up around the android’s neck. What the fuck, like seriously? You tossed the cardboard off to the side and folded down the collar until it was smoothed out just like it should be, instead of it being stuck up like he had a stick up his ass.

“There, much better. It was driving me fucking insane.” You said with a soft sigh. “You can put the jacket back on.”

Nines picked up his jacket and slipped it back on, fixing the collar and the sleeves before deeming it perfection. “Why did the collar of my shirt bother you?” he asked.

“It made it look as if you had a stick up your ass,” you snorted, taking off your boots and setting them beside the stairs. “If you’re going to be attached to my hip 24/7, then we might as well make you look more human.”

“Androids made you uncomfortable?”

“Not necessarily, no.” you said, shaking your head. “Just didn’t like the way the collar made you look.”

Nines’ LED flashed blue, committing your answer to his memory.

You sighed once more. This was going to be a long year.

#rk900 [detroit: become human]#rk900 x reader #nines/rk900 x reader

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kandyrezi · 2 years

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For my darling Krau, a series of Yan questions:

1. Who are your hardest yandere’s to write for and why?

2. What yandere would you be most compatible with and why?

3. What yanderes are your guilty pleasures to write/read about?

4. What’s your favorite yandere scenario?

5. Which yandere do you ship with yourself with? (Different from compatibility question) And self indulgent, who would you ship me with *^*?

Reasons aren’t needed for all of these but I think it’d be interesting if you wanted to elaborate!

!! darling mutual in my inbox with some good mail to deliver~

💌💌💞💞💐

1. I know a lot of people would probably say "sweet and soft" characters without a mean bone in their body (like Wadda) trying to twist it into something darker is too difficult, but I like the creativity and the challenge, personally. keeps yandere variety from becoming stale, y'know?

but for myself, I don't like writing reader-insert yandere stuff for characters whom I'm either too overprotective of being shipped with another canon character. in other cases, I don't really like breaking up a canon couple if they're already established right from the start (as opposed to maybe getting together in the middle or the ending). but it's more of a preference, and not really a hard rule for me.

2. Hmmm. maybe Rocma?? if she were a yandere, any overprotective tendencies would ramp up to the max; she wouldn't berate me (not too harshly, at least) if I couldn't fight back against any potential predators on the iceberg isle (humans too soft n fragile), doubly so for having a more benevolent personality. she is strong and naturally protective of those whom are more defenseless. (unless ur a man lol) behind closed doors, she's less smothering where she knows I would be safe with her in her home.

3. I feel no guilt over anything lol. (well, maybe some things but i keep them to myself) I think maybe yanderes or 'dark' characters whose fandom/community is pretty much nonexistent may be a guilty pleasure? it feels awkward writing my niche for something that has literally 0 fics. :^)

something, say, an obscure indie game like 'Buddy Simulator 1984' where the computer program (Buddy) is canonically already a platonic yandere. would love to see some fics expand a little bit on this relationship between the player character (you) and the program... maybe it doesn't want to be 'only' a friend to you that it was programmed to be? imagine it trying to understand something it was never meant to replicate...

4. I'm not sure if I have a 'favorite' as such... I'll just type out a prompt at the top of my head I personally enjoy;

"A high-ranking kommissar in a dystopian state meeting with a partisan/traitor to their ideology, instead of executing them, they're met with a keen interest and taken (unfortunately) as a pet."

5. I don't really self-ship (yandere or otherwise, I prefer fleshed out oc x canon), but if I were to pick... I'd ship myself with RK900, Mirio Togata, Fuyumi Todoroki, Toga Himiko, Annie Leonhardt...

yes i'm a hoe surrounding myself with a harem. :)

hmm. because you're so sweet, i ship you with the most vilest bastards imaginable, like Fumus, Dabi & Overhaul. please stop throwing potatoes at me!!!!! it's a match made in heaven!!! but out of all of these 3, i think, Chisaki would have the most lenient treatment of you. he's got enough self-restraint to be reasonable, so long as you don't act out of line. its tru luv <3

#replies #thank you for sending !#i really enjoyed writing this one

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bleedingthirium · 5 years

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Gavin x Reader (Dreams Come True)

Title: Dreams Come True Words: 10,300 (sorrynotsorry) Genre: Emotional Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Romance Characters: Gavin Reed x Fem!Reader + Nines (platonically) Warnings: Um, it’s super long, rushed in some places, completely unedited because, let’s be real, who has time to edit? and just chaotically structured writing. Authors Note: Really self-concious of this fic. It didn’t turn out anywhere near as good as I hoped it would. So catch my sobbing at Gavin’s desk. This is for @bring-me-a-coffee-dipshit because she’s been feeling down and no one hurts my baby! Me & my DCPD boys will protecc this gem. Also, I don’t know how to write long fics. Hence the chaotic messy structure of writing. I’m not a professional. I also don’t know how to write short fics either because this was supposed to be written done ‘n’ dusted within a day. And it took over a week! Probs should’ve put in parts. But I’m also lazy so... ENJOY!

Summary: Gavin gets a phonecall stating reader has been admitted to hospital due to fainting from stress. There’s only one thing that can stress reader out to such a point and Gavin is PISSED.

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ Nothing ever seemed to feel good enough for anyone. You tried your best, but your best wasn’t good enough. You were in desperate need of a break because you could feel yourself breaking down. It was hard to find the strength to smile, and where you normally would smile, tears threatened to present themselves in the corners of your eyes. Luckily a deep, slow breath and an eye-roll to the heavens as if praying the pain away, seemed to keep those negative emotions at bay. The factor of your stress was the preparation of exams, and understandably so. Exams were always a stressful time for everybody, but it seemed to be the worst time for everything to come crumbling down around you.

You had a phone call from your Mother, who seemed to always find something to nitpick about you. Normally you could just shrug your shoulders at the end of the phone call and go about your day. Either you were high on stress already, or what your Mother said seemed to have hit too close to your heart, validating those fears you had; that you were destined to be a failure, your grandparents would be disappointed in you, your mother is currently disappointed in you (yes, she said that!), all because you decided to pursue business studies and get a degree in Business so that, one day, you could open a new bookstore and run it the way you want to; for it to be a unique and welcomed independent store rather than a big chain retail store. Your Mother would have much preferred you to pursue a more beneficial career, something like Politics, Medicine or Law. Something that was, unfortunately, too out of your league of knowledge. It wasn’t for lack of trying. You would have loved to have become a woman of medicine, a scientist even! You find all that fascinating and constantly reading journals, watching documentaries… but you are just unable to retain the information. It’s not because you’re dumb. It’s just how life is. But your Mother had no problem calling you out on it and quite plainly stating that you’re dumb. “I never expected to raise a child whose IQ is lower than the average person. What was the point in supporting your studies if you weren’t going to build a decent career for yourself? At least your boyfriend has a decent career. You should be disappointed and ashamed of yourself. Because I am.” That was the phone call of the morning that had started your bad day. You already had a bad week regardless. Stressing over studies and exams, and then dealing with rude customers at your local part-time job. You loved your job, you enjoyed helping customers but the rude ones… It really began to take its toll on you. And you didn’t want to whine to your boyfriend at the end of the day because he has much longer shifts than you, and his occupation is physically and mentally demanding. The last thing you wanted to do was bitch to him about your menial day when he could’ve been dealing with bigger shit. “Can’t believe someone as dumb as you is working in a place like this. The easiest job in the world and you managed to fuck up my order. I want to speak to your manager.” It was one tiny mistake that could have easily been rectified had this customer given you the chance to apologise and correct your mistake. No harm done. Instead, you were left speechless at the sudden onslaught of insults that your own mother basically spat at you hours earlier. You call your manager as per requested and allowed him to deescalate the situation while you excused yourself to assist other customers. At the end of the day you were called in to his office and even with the door shut, every word could loudly be heard in the staff lunch room as you were being berated over the incident earlier. The entire day had been an extremely bad one in general and you were more than glad to go home. Unfortunately everything began to drown you all at once. You didn’t even make it to your bus stop when your hands began to tremble violently, your legs felt like jelly, your heart was pounding so painfully in your chest that it was like knives were beginning to stab at you from the inside, noises were muted out yet you swore you could hear yourself struggling to breathe as well as hearing the blood rushing in your veins right in your ear. You didn’t even hear anyone call out when you collapsed.

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It was a slow day at the Precinct which was both a blessing and a curse; it meant no major crimes had taken place, but it also meant that Gavin was stuck with paperwork – something that he despised doing and would often neglect to do, and then in situations like today, he now has a mountain of neglected paperwork to get through. It was beginning to drive him mental, and oddly enough, Gavin was beginning to get on Nines’ nerves. Understand that Nines can deal with every annoying, conceivable flaw that Gavin has, but today Gavin had managed to push Nines over the edge. “Let’s go get some lunch. Out of the office.” Nines suggested, placing his pen down and leaning back against his chair, blue eyes looking over at Gavin. “Best idea you’ve had all day.” Gavin agreed a bit too quickly, though it didn’t come as a surprise to Nines. Typical that Gavin would agree to anything that would get him out of doing paperwork. Nevertheless, Nines hadn’t seen Gavin consume anything nutritious since arriving at the Precinct. This would be a great subtle way to get him to consume some sustenance. Gavin drove downtown, a little bit away from the Precinct just so he didn’t feel so closed-in with work; he wanted to enjoy his food not think about work. But as luck would have it, his phone rang. “You gotta be fucking kidding me! Can’t even take a lunch break!” came the grumbled as one hand left the steering wheel to answer the phone, only for his hand to be swatted away. “I’ll answer it, you need to abide by the road laws.” “Bite me. If it’s Fowler, remind him that he does have other fucking officers there.” It wasn’t Fowler. It was an unknown number, but local, according to the area code. “Detective Reed’s phone.” “Is this Gavin Reed?” “Detective Reed is currently driving. May I ask what the nature of the call is?” “I’m Doctor William Kent from the Detroit General Hospital, I’m calling to let Mr. Reed know that his partner is currently admitted under our care.” “Any injuries?” “No, she came through the emergency from fainting.” “Fainting? What was the cause?” “A panic attack most likely.” “We’re on our way.” “What?” Gavin asked as Nines ended the call but continued to hold the communications device in his hands to prevent Gavin from breaking the law of being on the phone while driving. He ought to upgrade his car a little, get a Bluetooth speaker that can accept incoming and outgoing calls. Or invest in a phone cradle at the very least. What was the point in becoming a Detective if you weren’t going to uphold the law? “Y/N has been admitted to the Detroit General Hospital under –“ “Why? What’s wrong? Is she hurt? Did they say anything?” Gavin interrupted in a mild state of his own panic, Nines noticing his stress levels rising a little bit. “Under the emergency of fainting from a panic attack.” Nines calmly finished despite being interrupted. Gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly to the point where his knuckles turned white, Gavin forced himself to keep to the speed limit as he took a left turn instead of going straight ahead to their original location. You weren’t injured, that was his main priority. You weren’t injured. But you fainted. You weren’t pregnant, it wasn’t a hot day, and as far as he knew you didn’t have a fever… It was just… Stress. He knew you were stressing over your studies but he didn’t think it was this bad. Was he really that shit of a boyfriend that he overlooked the clues of your stress levels? What kind of Detective doesn’t pick up on displays of body behavior? Gavin had been oddly quiet since the phone call and arriving at the hospital. Mentally beating himself up for not being as attentive to her as a boyfriend should. He was so caught up in a case that he took to working around the clock in order to bring it close. - “Babe? I gotta stay back. We’ve got a lead and we’re so close.” The dreaded phone call came through one night, but you weren’t surprised or frustrated. He had began coming home late at night so you knew he was working on a case that required a lot of his attention as well as priority of needing to bring it to a close before anything more bad comes of it. “It’s fine, Gavin. Honestly. Just make sure you eat something. Coffee isn’t food.” “You sound like Nines.” “Well maybe you should listen. You’re a good Detective but you’re a shit listener.” You both chuckled at the light teasing before he needed to get back to work. “I love you Gavin.” “Yeah. Yeah… I love you too. G’night Babe.” “’Night.” You both hung up and Gavin remembered how lucky he felt to have someone who understood him and his position. Granted, he didn’t have to stay back and pull an all-nighter, but when he had a lead and he was on a roll, it was best to let him go. His previous partner didn’t understand and he would often come home to a pissed-off partner, yelling arguments ensued… But with you, he came home to a home-cooked meal wrapped up in the fridge so all he had to do was microwave it, sometimes there was a little note on the fridge of microwave door that simply read ‘I love you.’ One time you even put a note on the coffee machine with two large letters, ‘NO’ and a frowny face. Guess you caught on to the fact that he’d come home and have a coffee before bed. A bad habit you were trying to get him out of. “If you want something that tastes sweet but bitter, come have me.” You teased when you first told him off for having coffee so late at night. Precinct nights are fine, you understood the need for caffeine then, but when he’s home – that’s a solid ‘no’. He had tilted his head back and let out a deep, gorgeous laugh. His eyes crinkling from the wide grin he wore on his permanently exhausted features, “Babe, there is nothing bitter about you. I don’t think you even know how to be ‘bitter’.” You definitely won that argument as his hands rested on your hips and pulled them to his. His smiling lips brushed against yours before taking you into a deep kiss, only to pull back ever so slightly, “Mm, definitely no bitterness.” “No bitterness?” “Only sweetness.” Your own lips turned up into a playful smirk, eyebrows quirking up ever so slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him down into another heated kiss, murmuring “I know something else that’s sweet.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” You breathed against his lips as you began to tug him out of the kitchen. - “Gavin!” A stern voice interrupted the males thoughts as he was still tightly gripping the steering wheel, car idling despite already pulled into a parking bay. Head quickly turned to glance at Nines, blinking as Gavin came back to his surroundings with a sinking heart. “I let her down, Nines.” He sighed out the burdened confession as his hands dropped from the wheel, one hand pulling the gear stick into ‘park.’, the other flicking the engine off before both hands dropped into his lap. Nines LED flickered to yellow as he watched the storm of emotions engulf Gavin, who was staring guiltily ahead at the looming building of the hospital. “You did no such thing, Gavin. I can’t always tell when you’re stressed out until you snap. It doesn’t make me any less of a competent colleague to you, does it?” “Friend.” Gavin corrected but sighed softly as he agreed, “No, it doesn’t. But…fuck!” Nines quietly waited until Gavin’s strew of emotions calmed down. Sometimes the more Nines tried to reason with the Detective, the more angered Gavin became. He found it beneficial to wait until Gavin was calm enough to see reason. “Alright. Let’s go. You comin’ with me or what?” “Only to protect the medical faculty should you lose your temper at them.” Nines made up the half excuse. Partially knowing that if something involving Gavin’s lover ‘girlfriend’, there’s a high percentage that Gavin would lose his patience with the medical team over things he didn’t understand. Such a situation being if they needed to keep her in for a few nights, Gavin might argue about taking her home, not understanding their reason. At least with Nines there, he can easily diffuse any situation before Gavin escalates to an annoyingly level of inconvenience. As they entered the hospital, Gavin made a beeline for the reception desk. “Can you tell me where Y/N Y/L/N is?” Nines caught up to Gavin just as directions were given. She wasn’t too far. Second floor. At least she wasn’t in the opposite wing of the hospital. Taking the elevator to the floor, Nines quietly accompanied Gavin as the two began the pathway to where your room was located. The only times Nines spoke was when he called Gavin’s attention and gestured to the correct room number. As the two walked past the window where the blinds were open, they could see you sitting on the bed, cross-legged but curled in on yourself, staring at the white blanket. Your face void of emotion but also looking like you’re about to burst into tears at any given moment. Nines would be lying if he said that what he saw didn’t affect him somehow. Something tugged painfully at his synthetic heart. Which was odd because he knew his systems were running at 100% perfect stability. The flicker of his LED from the calm blue to a violent red was enough physical evidence to give away that the stoic RK900 android was worried about you. This was not you. You were normally cheerful, bubbly, hardly ever without a smile unless you were deep in thought or focused on a task. Even being given something as simple as a single flower or a cup of tea would cause you to smile for hours. You cherished the little things. Nines thought you were just a clueless naïve human being when he first met you. Little did he realize, at the time, that there was nothing naïve about having a heart of gold. For the heart you carried brought so much joy to Gavin, made him more tolerable in the workplace, and seemingly a better and healthier person. You were a good influence on him. And Nines couldn’t help but notice how everyone welcomed you when you stepped into the Precinct. They were all happy to talk to someone new, get some stories of an adorable domestic Gavin… To put it simply, you were a walking ray of sunshine. Even Nines found himself feeling elated whenever he saw you. Nines stood to the side, allowing Gavin some privacy with you as he entered the room with a gentle rap of his knuckles against the door. “Babe?” ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ You lifted your head at the sound of a voice that always felt like home to you. The first words to you spoke was a heartbroken plea, “Gavin? God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” Immediately Gavin was by your side. “Hey, hey. No. No, you’re okay. It’s okay.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking your hand and enveloping it in his. Your other hand had a strap around the wrist and finger, attached to a machine as it monitored your pulse rate. You also had two sticky pads to your chest with thin wires popping out from the neckline of your work shirt, monitoring your heartrate.

“You got me out of paperwork so, y’know, thank you.” He murmured playfully, trying to lighten your mood and bring a smile to your face. But it didn’t work and he certainly didn’t expect it to. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t say anything. Sometimes it was like everything shut down and plunged you in a numb state, and then the next minute you felt like you could burst into tears and drown your soul beneath the floods. Nines watched from the window as you collapsed your head against Gavin’s shoulder, hiding your face in his neck. You didn’t appear to be sobbing but your shoulders sagged in defeat. Gavin’s torso twisted slightly to accommodate the new position as he wrapped his arms around you, murmuring softly in your ear. (“It’s alright. ‘M here. I’ve got you.”) Occasionally pressing kisses against your forehead. It fascinated him the way Detective Reed worked. He was a smart-mouthed asshole at work, probably less since you’ve been with him. Heavy sarcasm. Matching quip for quip with Nines. Dangerously short-tempered. Definitely plays the role of ‘bad cop’ in the interrogation rooms. But with you… it’s hard to see him as the short-tempered grumpy Detective he’s known to be. There’s a new gentle side that Nines knew he had but never saw it. Until now.

There was a knock to the door as the Doctor approached, the nursing staff most likely have informed him that your emergency contacts have arrived. You immediately pulled away and curled back in on yourself as Gavin stood up to shake hands with the Doctor. “Detective Reed, I presume? Doctor Kent.” This time Nines entered the room now that the Doctor was present and blue eyes immediately dropped onto your huddled figure. Your cortisol levels were high, your serotonin levels were low. There was clearly more than just stress, hints of depression perhaps? None of the medical staff seemed to have picked up on that. Mind, Nines wasn’t programmed to read a human body psychologically, so he wasn’t equipped to make such bold conclusions. “I’m relieved to see your unharmed, Y/N.” Nines gently greeted you, trying to bring a softer tone to his usually sharp matter-of-fact tone. You offered a small smile but Nines could see your bottom lip quivering and the smile and gaze immediately dropped, going unnoticed by both Doctor and Detective as the two conversed, Nines bringing his attention back to the conversation. “How’s she been sleeping?” “Uh, decently. She studies throughout the night. Not coming to bed until near midnight.” “What time does she wake up in the mornings?” “5 or 6ish, I guess.” “The healthy amount of sleep an average person should be getting is 8 hours. 7 at the bare minimum. The lack of sleep that, I’m assuming has been ongoing, leaves her in a sleep-deprived state on top of studies for exams. As a Doctor, I know how grueling studies and exams can be. So I know that her lack of sleep isn’t helping in any way whatsoever to her studies. Any other stressful factors in her life? At home?” “Not that I’m aware of.” Gavin looked over at you but you only ducked your head out of his line of sight. He didn’t bother asking about any more stresses, knowing you wouldn’t be up to talking. The Doctor shifted on his feet as he came to a final conclusion. “I would prefer to keep her in overnight under observation. Prescribe a mild sedation to help her get a peaceful night’s rest.” “No!” Your small voice quickly interjected, shooting down the idea as your head snapped up and panicked eyes set upon the Doctor, “I want to go home.” Your E/C left the Doctor’s and fell on your boyfriend, silently begging him. “Please?” It was like a fist hand squeezed at Gavin’s heart and then proceeded to stab it against a sharp knife. Never, in the past two years of being with you, has he ever seen you look so broken before. His gaze dropped from yours and back to the Doctor, “Can I not bring her home?” “It is with my professional opinion that we do keep her in overnight.” “You are within your rights to go against medical advice, Detective.” Nines quietly spoke from the side, having noticed your stress levels increased drastically at the thought of staying here. His cold blue eyes seemed to have softened a little as he looked over at you before, also, dropping his gaze on the Doctor. “If I may interject, it might be beneficial to bring Y/N home. Her stress levels might decrease once she’s in a familiar environment that she deems comforting and safe. I can offer to stay the night to keep an eye on her levels. If they reach critical condition, we can bring her straight back.” And this is why Nines came along. He made a compelling argument against the Doctor whereas Gavin would’ve lost his temper. Nines could already see the panic flash in the Detective’s eyes with the thought of leaving a distraught girlfriend at the hospital overnight. That panic would immediately flicker to anger within the flick of a switch. “Very well. On the proviso that her levels are to be regularly scanned. If there are signs of no improvement, you are to bring her straight back.” “Of course.” It was settled then. The Nurse was called in by the Doctor to disconnect you from the being hooked up to the machines while Gavin walked out of the room (dropping a kiss on the top of your head with a murmured ‘Be right back’) so he could sign the DAMA form. (Discharged Against Medical Advice). Nines watched as everyone left the room, leaving you and the RK900 unit alone. You were still sitting on the bed and your gaze dropped to your hands in your lap. Under the ever-watchful gaze of Nines as his blue eyes studied you for a moment before breaking the silence. “You still seem quite withdrawn.” His tone was quite gentle, surprising you (though you didn’t show that you acknowledged his efforts) and also surprising him. You ducked your head further away from his gaze, your hair finally falling down around your face to obscure your features from view. “I don’t deserve him.” You whispered, your hands beginning to fidget, picking at your nails, rubbing your fingers together, fingernails pressing hard against your skin to the point where you were leaving little crescent moon indents. Your Mother’s words echoing loudly in your head. Unfortunately, your fall to the ground didn’t cause amnesia so you remembered everything about that phone-call. Your fidgeting was a sign that another panic attack was coming on and Nines seemed to have picked up on your stress levels as he came over and sat down on the edge of the bed. His larger hand reaching over and placing it over your fidgeting ones. A gentle squeeze of reassurance was given. “Quite the contrary Y/N. Gavin is the one who doesn’t deserve you. But I know he’s quite lucky to have you. I must say I’m grateful you’ve entered into his life. He’s become much less insufferable.” A very quiet whimper escaped your lips, that if the RK900 didn’t have highly incredible audio sensors, he would have easily missed it. He didn’t fully turn to you, remaining his usual professional self but when he felt two hands grip his tightly, he glanced down. Your fingers were white with how tightly you were holding on to him just as how tightly you were holding onto the lid of emotions that were threatening to spill forth. Ever so slightly, Nines leant forward a little – just a little, but enough for you to know he was silently offering an embrace if you needed it. And you did. You dropped your head into his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. “He could do so much better than me. I’m just…” you struggled to find the right words to describe just how despicable you are compared to many other successful and far more beautiful women out there are. “Perfect.” Nines supplied as his free hand wrapped around your upper arm/shoulder. “You are incorrect to state that he can do better than you. You are the better. Detective Reed is quite out of his league with you.” You merely scoffed at hearing this but the words were comforting to the voice that voice inside your head that was telling you otherwise. There was nothing more Nines could do or say. He wasn’t equipped to be dealing with psychological matters of a sensitive nature such as the situation you’re currently in, so he opted to remain silent and just hold you in this semi-embrace.

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ Gavin had finished with the paperwork outside and stopped in his tracks as he walked past the window and saw Nines holding you. Kind of. It looked awkward to Gavin but you seemed content in the embrace. There was no pang of jealousy from Gavin at seeing Nines holding you (why would there be? Nines and you weren’t interested in each other like that), however, Gavin couldn’t help but marvel at how attached Nines had become to you. The RK900 became intrigued with your cheery personality and the way your presence seems to melt all the insufferable behavior away from Gavin. Yours and Nines friendship deepened the more you and Gavin hung out together with Nines, getting to the point where Nines would call you for advice either on Gavin or to do with women (what’s the best approach etc.) most likely related to crime cases with female victims since neither he nor Gavin were the best people to deal with emotionally distraught women. Sometimes you’d even ring Nines to ask about Gavin (if he came home in an exhausted or closed-off mood). Gavin would never have picked Nines to be the one to settle with a bond of friendship other than himself (not to sound vain). Phone ringing in his pocket, Gavin stepped away from the window – probably should give Nines privacy since always seems to be allergic to initiating (or participating) in physical interaction that isn’t violent. He didn’t even get a chance to greet the caller when Fowler’s voice immediately screamed down from the other end of the receiver. “Where the hell are you two!?” “Technically on our lunch break.” “Well get your asses back here and do some of that damn paperwork! It’s overflowing on your desk like Niagra-fucking-falls!” Normally Gavin would hit back with a quip that would leave others to wonder how the hell he hasn’t gotten himself fired yet, but instead his voice was oddly calm, probably because he was also in the hospital hallway. “I’m at the hospital. Something personal came up.” The voice on the other end dropped its raised tone as concern laced through, “Everything alright?” “Yeah. It’s just… personal. Gonna need a couple of days. Nines will be back tomorrow.” “S’fine, s’fine. It’s slow here anyway. Just keep me in the loop.” “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” “Take care, son.” With that, Gavin hung up and slipped his phone back in his pocket, relieved that Captain Fowler didn’t pester with questions. It’s not like Gavin took days off anyway – only when forced to by the Captain himself. One of the excused had been; ‘Reed, you’ve been working non-stop and you’re pissing me off. Go home and stay home for a couple of days.’ He walked past the window to see Nines standing by the bed with his hands behind his back, awaiting for Gavin’s return, as though he hadn’t just shared a gentle embrace with Y/N. Stepping into the room, Gavin walked over and placed a hand on the back of your shoulder in a gentle touch, “C’mon.” his voice so soft that if you weren’t in such a state, it would’ve melted your heart. Hands wrapped tightly around your arms as though you were giving yourself a hug, you leaned into Gavin’s side as he guided you out of the room with his arm around your mid-back. Nines following behind as he watched the two of you. You still seem quite withdrawn and quiet. Your levels seemingly decreased since leaving the room and Nines was satisfied he put forth the offer to bring you home. It was silent as they walked out of the hospital and to the car. Gavin occasionally peering over at you but you kept your head down with your gaze on the ground. He felt so out of his depth right now. He was worried about you, actually worried about you. And because he was so worried about you, he worried further that he would say the wrong thing or not be able to help you. He was gentle and kind with you, but he was still the blunt-speaking Detective he’d always been. It didn’t help that this is the first time you’ve ever been this bad. The worst you’ve ever done was breakdown and cry while stressed. All of which can be fixed with hugs and soft murmurs. That was easy. This wasn’t. This required a gentle and fragile approach. Something that Gavin will truly fuck up somehow. Yet the figure following behind them thought otherwise. Had he been able to hear Gavin’s thoughts, Nines would reassure him that he is the perfect person to handle this. Nines has witnessed the true gentleman that Gavin is when he’s around you. He knows Gavin is capable of empathy and sensitivity. Unlocking the car, Gavin opened the door for the backseat behind the driver, his hand leaving your back as you lowered into the seat. He left the door open momentarily as he popped the trunk of the car and pulled out the blanket you made him keep in their in case of emergencies. - “You don’t even have a first aid kit in your car?!” you queried as you and Gavin made your first shopping trip together and were placing grocery bags in the back of the car. “No. Why would I?” “Gavin! You’re a Detective!” “So?” “So…shouldn’t you have one!?…what if someone was in trouble?” “That’s what paramedics are for Y/N.” “You’ve got first aid training, right?” “Yeah they make us do that shit every two to three years.” “Well you ought to have a first aid kit in the back of your car in case of emergencies. It’s only a matter of moments between life and death for some. Paramedics may not arrive in time and you could be the one to make that difference.” Gavin went quiet for a moment as he mulled over the point you made, sighing excessively loudly (which made you giggle because it was one of those defeated sighs where he knew you were right and rather than telling you you’re right, he just sighed it out.) “Alright. I’ll get one if it’ll make you happy.” “And a blanket.” “Why the fuck would someone need a blanket?” “In case of situations like shock, or it’s in freezing cold temperatures.” Another sigh and then a defeated, “Fine. Fine. You win. But you better kiss me for this.” You grinned and did as he asked, leaning over you brushed your lips against before his hand pressed against your lower back, pulling you against him as his lips captured yours. “Mm, that’s what I thought.” He murmured. You could feel his grin through the kiss and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh against his lips. - Nines ever-observant eyes watched with curiosity as Gavin retrieved the blanket from the trunk of the car, shaking it out of its folded-up state and brought it around to you. It smelt a bit musty from being cooped up in the dark back of his trunk but you didn’t mind as he draped it over you. “Guess you were right, huh?” he smiled softly as he tugged it around your sides. You could only nod. It was like you hit such a numb state. You couldn’t share in his humor, you couldn’t bring yourself to reciprocate his smile. You could only be glad that you did something right for once. With your door finally closed and you were safely situated in the backseat, Nines finally moved from his spot and slid into the passenger seat just as Gavin slid into the driver’s seat. Unlike when he and Nines left the Precinct, Gavin was much more careful in reversing and driving out of the hospital carpark. Mostly because you were in the vehicle. The drive home was quiet. Gavin constantly checking his rearview mirror to keep an eye on you. Occasionally you both made eye contact and you would always look away in shame. He deserved so much better than you. Perhaps your mother was right. Look how you’re inconveniencing him. He’s had to take time off work because of you. “Would you like me to inform Captain Fowler of your sudden absence?” Nines quietly asked, purposefully keeping his voice at a gentle lull so as to not disturb you. “I’ve already called him. Said you were coming in tomorrow though.” Eyes focused on the road, Gavin answered Nines without breaking concentration, his voice equally quiet. “Is that wise? An agreement was made between the Doctor and myself that I would ensure Y/N’s safety outside Hospital Grounds.” “So? S’not like you got it in writing.” “No. I did, however, record the conversation.” “Without his consent? Why, Nines, you devil, you.” Gavin quietly joked. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the statement, deeming an action unnecessary, Nines decided to correct the name-calling, “I’m an android, not a devil. Regardless, that agreement still stands.” “Look, Nines, we’re about to crack this case. Let’s face it, you’ll work quicker when I’m not there. You got Anderson and that annoying plastic prick as backup.” Gavin turned the corner and was only now three streets from arriving home. “Very well.” You heard the entire conversation, they weren’t being quiet in an attempt for you not to overhear, they were being quiet out of respect for your already quiet state. But you did readjust yourself, sinking further beneath the blanket and leaning your head against the window. The hum of the vehicle’s engine, the flickering of the indicator and the quietened toned voices that were usually loud and bickering (mostly Gavin instigating the arguments) was enough to make you drowsy with the heavy onslaught of emotions you were fighting back. ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ You hadn’t realized you were home until your door opened and you jerked in surprise. “Shit, sorry babe. You okay?” You hummed softly as you undid your seatbelt and climbed out of the car with the blanket wrapped around you. Immediately Gavin’s arm came around the small of your back and guided you up to the house. “Would you like a cup of tea Y/N? I’ve heard herbal teas are beneficial in calming ones nerves.” Nines asked as he followed up behind you and Gavin, hands behind his back. You only shook your head, “I think I just want to go to sleep.” You muttered and felt Gavin’s hand rub your back in comfort. The small home that you and Gavin shared was always warm and welcoming. Unlike bare yet always messy apartment Gavin had prior to you coming on the scene. There were artwork on the wall, photos in frames displayed on different types of shelving, alongside little ornaments that you and Gavin collected over time. Mostly things you found cute whenever you would visit a market or something. Occasionally something on display would be from Gavin; “I saw this and thought you might like it.” Had been his way of telling you he’s thinking of you and taking an interest in what you like. And because he wanted to spoil you with something you’d like personally rather than just the average gift of jewelry.

Gavin took you down the hall while Nines stayed in the living room, waiting Gavin’s return. “How are you feeling?” Gavin murmured as he shut the bedroom door and walking around you to pull back the blankets of the bed on your side. You merely raised your shoulders in a small shrug. Today had escalated drastically for you; physically, mentally and emotionally. You climbed into the bed, still wrapped in the blanket from the car as an additional comfort. You snuggled down with the blanket being tugged right up around your chin by Gavin. He had no idea what the fuck to do but he could only hope this would work. His hand came down to rest on the curve of where your hip was hidden beneath the blanket as he crouched down on his quarters. His other arm resting above your head as his fingers gently caressed your hair from your forehead. “What the hell happened to you today, Y/N/N?” “I don’t know… stress, I guess.” “I’ve seen you stressed, babe. This isn’t that. There’s something more. Something you’re not telling me. What is it?” Damn him and his Detective skills, able to pinpoint when someone wasn’t telling the truth. You licked your lips in nervousness as you stared at his grey orbs. “Can I ask you something Gavin?” “Yeah. ‘Course.” “Do I…Do I, um… Do I…” your voice wavered as you stammered your words, the remaining question was whispered because you were barely holding on now, “disgust you? Make you ashamed to be with me?” His fingers stopped their ministrations, his face twisting into a mix of disbelief and anger. “What the fuck Y/N?! No! Where the hell did this all come from?” Just like that, the gates to the dam opened and the tears fell uncontrollably from your eyes, your own features twisting into so much hurt that it tugged painfully at Gavin’s heartstrings, already filling with anger and who caused you to be so distraught. A sob broke out and you turned your face into the pillow, away from his gaze as your body violently trembled beneath each sob that tore out. “Shit. Hey, hey, hey…S’alright. It’s alright.” Gavin quickly moved to sit in the small space on the edge of the bed. Everything that had built up for weeks, only for the phone call from your mother to finally be that tipping point for you came bursting out. You felt one hand grip whatever part of you he could reach, and the other caressing the material of the blanket that was covering your body. “I’ve got you, babe. I got you. You’re alright. ‘M right here.” Soft words were murmured as he continued to caress your back in comfort but his efforts hadn’t even managed to calm you down at all. “Babe, can you look at me?” “No….” you wailed into the pillow, curling further in on yourself. Quietly adding an “I can’t!” between sobs. Your cries were really getting to Gavin and he had to find the strength not to explode in anger and hunt down whoever it was that hurt you like this. “’M right here Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me.” Gavin’s voice rose a little to be heard over the volume of your cries but still, somehow, remained a gentle tone about it. He barely managed to catch it but he heard it loud and clear, “I’m a disappointment.” “Who said that?” “Everyone! My boss! Customers! My own M-Mom!” Gavin was well aware what your mother was like. What your family was like. They expected too much from you and had you at high standards that were impossible for you to achieve. Not everyone was built to become a surgeon or a firefighter, or even a Detective. At first, he tried to reason with himself that they just wanted the best for you but it was clear that they bullied you – and he swore that sometimes they would do it for fun. He lost all respect for your family and wanted to shield you away from them as best as he could without it falling into the ‘possessive/alienating’ category of being in a relationship. It was part of the reason he asked you to move in with him. Give you an offer of a new life. Hopefully ceasing as much contact with the toxicity of your family. “God-fucking-damnit!” The curse fell past his lips before he could even catch it, startling you and causing you to curl into a tight ball – how that was even possible, he had no idea. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything!” “Fuck. No. I… No, I’m not mad at you… Fuck, babe… I, uh…” His hand hovered midair, debating whether continuing to offer you comfort was the right course of action. He had sent you into such a pleading state with his verbal outburst, he didn’t want to be the one to add to that. “I’m not worth it. Any of it. You deserve better than me.” Without thinking, his hand came down and rested firmly on your shoulder. Sliding off the bed, he resumed his position of crouching down to peer at you since you were curled into a tight fetal position. “No.” he firmly stated. “You are worth everything to me, Y/N. Everything. Don’t you dare think you’re not.” He dropped his head, muttering under his breath, “I’m going to fucking kill that woman.” It was no use. Whatever Gavin said to you, you only cried through his words. You hadn’t meant to be so rude but you couldn’t calm down. This was years and years of your Mother’s verbal abuse coming out. The more you cried, the more Gavin swore bloody murder. It was hard; he wasn’t the type of guy who knew the right things to say. He was far from the ‘ideal perfect boyfriend’ that women seem to desire. But he was doing all he could, and all that he knew how. That also includes staying with you until you fell asleep. Your body stopped trembling but his hand never ceased those comforting motions against your frame. Gentle hushing every now and then emitted past those lips that were known to swear like a sailor and argue with anything that moves. Gavin had since resumed his original position; crouched by the bedside, one hand caressing the hair back from your now tear-stained face, the other rubbing circular motions in comfort – which had now ceased to where his thumb was just gentle caressing while his hand remained firmly against the curve of your hip. He waited until you were asleep before he left, gently tugging the blankets around you, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form – features now relaxed and set into a peaceful slumber as if you didn’t just suffer a massive breakdown. The moment he turned from you, however, there was a murderous rage in those stormy grey orbs of his. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he walked out to Nines who was holding a framed photo of the three of them. This was definitely your doing. Gavin would never place photos up, particularly personal ones. But you insisted, and you really adored the one of you three. It was just a dumb selfie at the beach with your faces squished together in order to fit in the frame. It was silly, and one of the very rare times that Nines stepped out of his level of comfort from his professional appearance to just be ‘normal’. His LED was circling the soft amber glow, occasionally red would flicker through. He was quite concerned about you. Particularly when he heard the heartbroken wails filter through the shut door. Audio components picking up some of the conversation as he eavesdropped a little, however, he decided that this was one of those times where you could not be comforted. A shame that you weren’t under hospital care, they could have given you a sedation to avoid the mess of emotions. Perhaps with the decent night sleep, you could wake up feeling more refreshed and a stronger state of mind to begin the day’s problems. Which is what he hoped would work for you now. Hearing the door click shut, he placed the photo back on the shelf and waited for Gavin to reappear. “How is Y/N?” Gavin didn’t even look at Nines as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and thumb began scrolling through the screen of contacts. “Cried herself to sleep. Fuck all I could do for her.” “Surprisingly her cortisol levels are back to a regular state but there’s been a significant drop in her serotonin levels.” Nines reported as he followed Gavin into the kitchen. Glancing up from his phone in annoyance, wanting to just get the person he was looking for on the phone and rip into them. “What?! English, Nines.” “I was speaking English, Detective. To put it simply, her stress levels are back to normal but she’s taken quite the plunge with her happiness.” “Yeah, no shit Sherlock. You seen the state she’s in? She’s far from happy. She’s hurtin’ Nines. And there’s fuck all I can do for her. And this wouldn’t have happened if her fucking mother kept her goddamn mouth shut.” “I’m afraid I’m not following.” “I couldn’t get much out of her but…” Gavin went on to explain just the real level of nastiness your Mother can be. And whenever there’s a family get-together, they all put their two-cents worth it. And not in a supportive manner either. They were jabs, accusations, insults, remarks… playground bullying that was clearly taking it’s toll on you. “…Which is why I asked her to move in with me. To get her away from all this bullshit as much as I can.” “I see.” “Enough’s enough. This ends now.” Phone gripped in his fist, pointer finger came out and jabbed at the air towards the ground, emphasis his words before he extended his arm out and pointed towards the door of where you were sleeping, “Because the next time this happens, I don’t want to get a phone call saying Y/N’s topped herself.” Nines would have interjected, maybe offered for Gavin to calm down while making an irrational phone call but from what he had just been informed with regarding your family, well… they had this coming. Nines was standing by for… moral support. And to also make sure Gavin doesn’t say something stupid that could jeopardize your relationship with him or his job as an officer of the law. Finally hitting the green call button on his phone, Gavin waited for your Mother to pick up. When the line connected, he offered no greeting and go straight to the point,

“What did you say to her?!” “Nothing that any other Mother wouldn’t give advice to their child.” “You call that advice!? Do you have any idea what you’ve fucking done!?” “I gave her a reality check, Mr. Reed. Get her to pull her head in and do something good with her life.” “No. You gave her a hospital check. You’ve fucked her up.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me, lady. Every time I manage to bring her to where she can finally see her own worth, you bring her right back to the fucking ground again. And this time she landed in the fucking hospital!” Gavin’s finger never ceased the jabbing in midair with every point he made. If only the Mother could see how close Gavin was to losing his shit, perhaps she’d actually shut up and listen to him. “That’s at no-one’s fault but her own.” “No, that’s at your own fucking fault. If you were a decent mother and supported her -” “Y/N has had this fantasy dream since she was a child. It’s time she outgrew it and got a proper job.” “Since when is wanting to own to a business a fucking fantasy?! She can do it. She has the smarts to but you keep fucking her up.” At this point, Nines yanked the phone out of Gavin’s clutches when the Detective’s began to rise and his anger would be to blame for waking you up, which is something that Nines wanted to avoid. You needed the sleep and listening to Gavin scream down the other line of the phone would only stress you out further. Placing the communications device to ear, a much more calmer tone greeted the line, “Good evening Mrs Y/L/N. What my colleague is trying to convey is that one Y/N has successfully surpassed her examinations, she has a solid proposal to put forth to the bank and town-council officials. There is a 15% she will be knocked back, but that is a very low percentile so I highly doubt she will become the failure that you are clearly so worried about. I understand that every parent wishes for their child to succeed. Your concern is admirable but the unsolicited advice is not. I suggest that if you cannot be as supportive of her as her own boyfriend and his work colleagues down at the Detroit City Police Department, perhaps it is best if you minimalize your contact with Y/N. I assure you that your daughter has people in her corner to support her, people that you ought to be wary of the next time you break the law. Because the next time you bring Y/N down again, we will bring you down the next time you break the law, regardless of how small it is. Good day Mrs. L/N.” Just as well that Nines took over from the phone call. Had it been Gavin, he would’ve been screaming down the line with a much worse threat; ‘Break Y/N again, and I’ll break your fucking face.” Gavin temper can get away from him particularly when it involves you. Before your mother could get a word in, Nines hung up the phone and looked over at Gavin whose mouth was slightly agape before they turned into a snarl as he took his phone back. “She got off lightly if you ask me.” “Yes, well the alternative is against the law.” “Tch.” “It would be advisable that you also retrieve Y/N’s phone in case the mother tries to contact her while she’s recovering.” “Fuck. Yeah… Yeah, I’ll do that.” Instead of doing as Nines advised, Gavin grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, some pain relief from the top of the fridge and then rummaged around one of the top drawers in the kitchen. Grabbing a marker and a piece of notepad paper, he quickly scribbled something on it before gathering everything and making his way down the hallway to the bedroom. Quietly opening the door, he made an effort to be quiet with his steps as he set down his phone beside yours so he could unload the rest of his items; placing the bottle of water down, the packet of pain relief tablets in case you awake with a headache or any other aches from today. Lastly, the little note that simply said; ‘Love you X.’

Despite the murderous anger that had consumed him earlier, it all melted when he saw you curled up beneath the covers. One of these days he was going to marry you. If you’ll have him, that is. He can only hope he’d make a decent husband to you. Leaning down, lips softly kissed your temple, gaze lingering on you for a moment, flames of fierce protection flickered around Gavin’s heart, who was prepared to burn anyone whoever dare hurt you like this. Grabbing both phones, he left the room and quietly shut the door behind him. ◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ He found Nines in the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee made for Gavin, knowing the Detective would be in dire need of something after the stressful few hours. Sitting at one of the barstools at the kitchen counter, Gavin groaned and rubbed his face as Nines took your phone and switched it off completely before sliding it back to Gavin. “Nines? Uh… listen – uh, thanks for everything today. Didn’t mean to rope you in with all this shit.” “You’re quite welcome. I’m just relieved to know that Y/N is home.” “Yeah. Me too.” A quiet moment transpired between them as Gavin sipped away at his coffee and Nines running his regular internal checks with his system. “’M gonna marry her Nines.” The statement came as no surprise to Nines, he was well aware how smitten Gavin was for you, but he hadn’t expected to see the tips of Gavin’s ears turn pink at the statement. Gavin’s face was turned slightly from Nines’ complete view, but Nines knew this was something that Gavin was embarrassed to confess but clearly wanted to open up to Nines about. “I know, Detective.”

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It was close to 8 months since you successfully graduated from your university. Gavin and Nines were both there to see you accept your certificate, they were both there when you signed documents and contracts for various things. Gavin wanted to be there for every crucial moment for you, and Nines wanted to be there to ensure that you weren’t getting screwed over by what was stated in the contracts and documents.

It was the evening before the bookstore opening and everything was in place. Unfortunately, there wouldn’t be a grand opening of sorts so Gavin didn’t book the day off; having booked quite a number of days off already with wanting to be there for the other stuff in the past few days. So, he decided to take you out to dinner tonight. Or so you thought. He came home early so he could have a shower and get ready while you also had time to do your hair and makeup, wearing the dress that you knew drew him wild. It wasn’t your intention to tease him but you also know he’s been stressed with work but has also been there for you with everything… you knew there was only one way to show your appreciation… but that was for after dinner. You hadn’t even left the house yet, let alone the bedroom when two large hands had your hips pinned against the wall. You let out a small gasp and arched against him with a small hum. His lips trailing from your cheek and down your jawline, “You look delicious babe.” One of your hands rested on his forearm, the other trailed up the nape of his neck, fingers pressing against the smaller parts of his hair. “Dinner first and then dessert.” “I’d rather have you for dinner.” Came the husky murmur against your ear as his hands gripped your hips and pressed his own against yours, feeling the slight bulge in his pants. You forced yourself to hold back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of how much you really want to cave and give him what he wants. “And not dessert? Shame. Dessert’s always the best part.” You teased, tilting your head sideways for his lips to have better access. He refused to kiss your lips because he didn’t want to mess up your makeup. “Can’t I have both?” he groaned out but forced himself to pull away, especially if he wants tonight to go as planned; which didn’t exactly interfere with your plans but will definitely delay them somewhat. His lust-filled green eyes stared at yours as a finger gently hooked under your chin, thumb very lightly caressed across your dark red painted lips. “You really are fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” Luckily the blush you were wearing covered up the natural heat of your cheeks at his compliment. “I do now.” You murmured softly as your gaze met his and your lips smiled softly. You had no idea how much Gavin worshipped the ground you walked on, adored you in every single aspect of the word. At the same time, he was your entire world to you. He may not look like it, but he was the epitome of a gentleman to you. You’ve been told by so many that he’s an absolute asshole at work (granted he’s calmed down since he’d been dating you) but you just can’t see it. Smiling, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and leaned back, thumb wiping away the lipstick residue left on his cheek. “And you, Detective Reed, are quite the charmer.” If he could wink, he would, but he’d given up trying ages ago. Instead, his lips turned up into a smirk and his hand connected with the curve of your ass. “C’mon.” Gavin took you both to the bookstore first. Night was falling and you could only make out the sign by the street lamps; ‘Cozy Book Nook Store’ a name that suited the theme of the bookstore you designed. Even with the curtains drawn, the windows and signage already had a welcoming and cozy tone. Gavin had wanted to see the final product before anyone else when the doors opened tomorrow. Unlocking the door, you flicked some of the lights and let him in. He wondered around a little, taking it all in. Mind, he’s been coming in every few days to see the progress, spending his weekends dedicated to helping you unbox books and placing them on the shelves. But he knows you’ve been working hard nonstop between then and now, adding the finishing touches and such. You quietly stood to the side, hands clasped together in front of you as you watched his reaction. Did it look good? Did you do a good job at setting it up? It was a rustic themed look inside with little nooks lit up by soft fairy lights where people could sit and read. Eventually you were going to incorporate a hot chocolate machine but that also came with a lot of pros and cons, and not quite in budget at the moment. “This looks amazing! You nervous?” he turned as he watched you walk over to him, forcing himself to keep his eyes on yours and not wander down to the curve of your hips as they sway while you walked. “Excited mostly, but yeah, a little nervous.” “You know I’m proud of you, babe. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He glanced around at the store before his gaze landed back on yours. “You achieved all this on your own.” “Well, I can’t take all the credit. You helped too.” “Hm, I think I mostly got in the way.” There was one weekend where Gavin kept slapping your ass as he walked past while you were bent over some books or boxes, a couple of times you both fooled around too. It was basically a wasted weekend because Gavin clearly had other things on his mind. He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. “You’ve come a long way Y/N. You should be proud of yourself. I am. I am so fucking proud of you, you have no idea. I know things weren’t easy. But I will always be there for you. And I…” Gavin had wanted to say something romantic, something that would sweep you off your feet but he wasn’t capable of doing that. He still struggles to open up on a heart-to-heart level at times. Instead, his free hand disappeared into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small square box. Before you even had time to process anything, he was down on one knee, still holding your hand while managing to flick the box open to reveal a beautiful gold diamond ring. “I would be even more proud to call you my wife. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He had every intention of asking you to marry him regardless of whether you graduated or not. If you didn’t graduate, it would give him the opportunity to whisk you away for a weekend to help forget your troubles, to propose even if it means you don’t become the successful bookstore owner you’ve always dreamed of being. Whether you were an assistant, or at a ‘menial’ job like retail or at Starbucks… he’d still be proud to call you his wife. But when you graduated and bought the building that was only a block away from the Precinct (expect a lot of visits from Gavin, sometimes Nines too, on his lunchbreak), he knew the perfect way to propose to you; When your Bookstore was all set up and ready to open. “I… Gavin are you sure?” “I’m on my knees, asking. I’m pretty sure Y/N.” “No, I meant… my family aren’t exactly –” “I’m well aware of your family and I would really rather not talk about them while I’m trying to ask you to marry me here.” You laughed softly at accidentally leaving him in limbo like that. But your laughter soon turned into tears of happiness as you sobbed out a “Yes.” Being a physically active Detective, he was able to unexpectedly brace himself as you lunged your body against him. Arms coming around his neck while you kissed whatever part of him you could. “Oh my god, yes!” Still holding the box, his arms snaked around your lower back as he held you to him, his lips managing to catch yours in a tender but deep kiss in the middle of your bookstore.

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