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Markus and a biker crush? Like they have this awesome motorcycle and helmet that give them the most intimidating/badass aesthetic and vibe but really they're just a teddy bear. Also some flustered Markus would be awesome (I just found your account so expect more requests from me!)

OMG I can totally see him being into that kind of person lol 🥰 Thank you for requesting :)

I'm sorry it took a while. I took a bit of a break because my school just started up 😓

You’re Not Scared, Are You?

Biker! Reader x Markus

Summary: Markus has never met anyone quite as great as you, he just doesn’t know how to vocalize it.

Biker! reader

Post revolution

Jericho gang are buddies ❤️

Markus is whipped af

No warnings

💫💫💫

It was finally over. Markus could relax. Of course, things still weren’t perfect for Androids, but the improvement was so great that he finally felt safe and secure.

Ever since becoming Deviant, almost all of what he felt was distress, anger, fear.

Real happiness was rare, purely because of the state of the world. His future was uncertain, his people were in camps. It was hard to be happy when so much was wrong.

But now? Things were alright. He sat in the cool darkness of one of North, Simon, Josh and his favorite hang on spots. A park not too far south of the Spirit of Detroit Statue.

Simon smiled softly at him, leaning against one of the old oak trees. “Someone seems dazed, ” he noted.

Markus’s eyes flickered up to meet those of his blonde friend. “We really did it,” he said simply, “we’re free.”

“Yeah, Markus,” North chuckled with a smile, “we have been for months now.”

He wasn’t sure how to justify his bewilderment. The truth was, reality hadn’t actually hit him until just now. Markus was free. It was all over.

“You saved all of us, Markus,” Josh chimed in, propping himself up against on of the metal poles of the swing set, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“That’s not true,” He insisted, slightly embarrassed to take all of the credit for something as big as a revolution, “you know we wouldn’t have won if we weren’t all together.”

Simon smiled, “Yes, but you’re our leader. We’re happy to have you, Markus.”

The elected leader’s face softened and the corners of his lips turned up. “I’m happy to-” He cut himself off, hearing the roaring noise of an engine.

Markus’s head spun to the right, staring as a figure approached, perched up upon the seat over a motorcycle.

He stared the person up and down, eyes wide.

You wore a sleek, black helmet. It was too dark to see your face under the tinted glass.

Your leather jacket was worn and well loved. It looked cool as hell on you, but the real showstopper, arguably, was your bike, shiny and black with horizontal red striping.

Markus gazed in awe at both the machine and at the person stepping off of it.

He didn't think he’d ever seen someone so cool.

“Y/n,” Simon grinned, LED glowing bright blue in the dark, “you’re here!” He turned to the group, “This is my friend,” He introduced you, “We met at the music store.”

“Hey,” Your voice was calm and airy as you lifted you hand and cocked it to the side to say hello.

“Hey,” Josh tilted his head up in acknowledgment, pressing the heel of his shoe against the swing set.

Markus’s eyes were wide, cheeks flushing slightly as he took in the cool, tranquil aura you gave off.

“I hear you’re a human,” Josh notes suspiciously, arms crossed.

You turn your head to him, nodding. “Yeah,” You twisted your boot in the dirt.

You blinked up at the night sky and felt a snowflake drop onto your hand.

“Y/n is a good friend of mine,” Simon insisted with his hands up, smiling, “you don’t have to worry.”

He takes a moment to introduce you to Josh and North, who loosened up slightly.

North looks you up and down with narrowed eyes, analyzing you, looking for any signs of danger. “If Simon trusts you, then I do too.”

You nodded even though you were sure that she was still skeptical of you. Your hands reached for the clasp of your helmet and with ease, you pulled it off of your head.

Markus felt his artificial heart pound as you made a weak attempt to smooth down your hair.

Stunning.

You tucked the helmet under your leather-clad arm with a smile. Your face was soft, much kinder than Markus had expected.

Josh shrugged, “I agree. Besides, I’ve never met a real biker before.”

You giggled and tilted your head, hair falling slightly in front of your eyes, “I’m not very exciting.”

Markus raised his eyebrows, artificial heart pounding.

If only you knew.

“You must be Markus,” You smiled, holding out your hand, “Simon told me a lot about you.”

Markus blinked, not expecting you to suddenly speak to him. Mustering up all of his courage, he opened his mouth.

“I-I like your bike!” He blurted out, cheeks a growing shade of blue.

Snickers echoed around you as the members of Jericho whispered something about a crush.

You raised your eyebrows and lowered you hand hesitantly as Markus rushed to explain himself.

“I mean- I like you too! Well, I don’t like you like you, but- Well actually-” He shook his head, rambling on and on. “I didn’t mean it like that, really. I was just saying-”

“Do you want to come on a ride?” You cut him off with a question, tilting your head to the side coyly.

The cold breeze drifted through the loose hairs around your face and looking at Markus’s face, you could already feel your adrenaline rush building, feel the surge of energy that came from riding your bike.

“O-On the motorcycle?” He stammered, pointing to it with wide eyes.

You nodded with a smile, listening to the scattered giggles of Jericho’s leading members. “Well, I didn’t bring a car.”

Markus’s face flushed with color, heat rising in his cheeks. It was hard to maintain eye contact with you. “Yes,” The side of his mouth twisted into a nervous smile, “I guess that’s true.”

You watched as his eyes flickered between you and the bike, eyebrows taut together with apprehension.

North scoffed, watching as their fearless leader clenched his jaw, foot twisting in the dirt. “You’re not scared, are you?” She teased.

“What?” Markus asked, whipping his head around to look at her. He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand gently, eyes sparkling with anticipation, “Then let’s go,” You grinned, pulling a hesitant Markus to your side.

He felt his nerves untense, scooching behind you on the back of the black and red bike.

You felt his fingertips apprehensively press into your sides and electricity buzzed throughout your body as you turned you head to look at him, putting on your helmet. “Ready?” You smiled.

Markus took in your steely leather-clad appearance again and then listened to the sweetness of your voice before nodding.

Without another word, the two of you took off into the night.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human #dbh markus x reader #markus x reader

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maxfoxdbh · 3 years

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You Tell Them You Don’t Love Them Anymore

Headcanons for Markus, Connor, Hank, and Kara!

INTRO: They weren’t dumb. Something was clearly, obviously wrong. You were quieter, more distant than usual.

“Is something wrong?” They had asked.

Your simple answer took a large sum of effort to choke out, “I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.”

MARKUS-

“Huh?” Markus drew his eyebrows together, staring at you as if he was looking for some sign of regret or confusion.

He’s more stunned than anything. For a second, he's not sure if he heard you right, mismatched eyes focused on you intently.

“I don’t... think I’m in love with you anymore, ” You repeated, all but refusing to meet his intense gaze.

There was a general feeling of unease in the air between you.

Markus didn’t find any hint of deception or playfulness in your eyes.

“I-” He stumbled on his words, finally feeling the dread sink into him, “Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly and then, after a long while, shyly tore your eyes away from the floor and to his face.

Markus’s eyes were were alert, his ears pulled back, tense against his head, and then, all at once, his gaze softened and you watched the heavy sadness wash over him.

“I still love you, y/n, ” He muttered, blinking down at his feet. Markus seldom became emotional or cried, but right now, the world seemed to be crashing down on him.

CONNOR-

Connor’s LED flashed a startled gold hue as he processed what you'd just said.

His eyes traveled around the room and he swallowed hard, clenching his jaw, “I see, ” He said after a while.

“Then, ” He nodded as if he’d already accepted it. But his gaze was dim and pained, “I suppose... You don’t want me to be your boyfriend anymore?”

You nodded, looking away.

Connor kept his eyes trained on you, trying to figure out why you’d come to such a conclusion. He had thought that you were happy with him. Apparently, he was wrong. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

When he asked if you were okay, he was only expecting you to say that you were tired or that you were stressed, something that he could wrap his head around.

But this?

“No, I just... fell out of love.” You explained, not sure how to justify hurting his feelings. “It’s been like this for... A little while, I guess.”

His expression fell again.

“Oh,” Connor nodded with a frown, but he didn’t understand. How long had he been dating you with you not loving him back?

The memories of the last few weeks took on a completely different feeling now that he knew you were feeling this way.

HANK-

“What do you mean?” He looked up at you sharply, eyebrows furrowed.

You shrugged, anxiety weighing on your shoulders, “I don’t think i’m in love anymore, Hank.” You said, mustering up enough courage to look him in the eye.

He stared for a moment, feeling his mind race. Surely, there was some sort of rational explanation. You didn’t mean it. Hank knew that he’d crumble if you really meant it. There had to be an alternative motive. “Is this a joke or something?” He grumbled, frowning, “because it’s not funny, okay?”

Now, half of the DPD was looking at you, waiting for your response.

Connor kept his back turned out of respect, but you knew he was still listening as he typed away at his desktop terminal.

“I’m not joking, Hank...” You said softly, “I’m sorry, really.”

I’m just a moment, he’s so overcome with emotion that he can’t formulate a proper response. He knows it’s not your fault. That didn’t change how much it hurt.

“Whatever,” He grumbled, making the majority of the attention drawn to him disperse. It was all he could manage to say.

He’d have to talk to you about this more, later, but right now, he was not in the right state of mind.

KARA-

“What do you mean?” She asked quietly, LED quickly shifting from blue to a pale yellow.

“I’m not...” You mumbled, “I don’t have feelings for you anymore. I don’t know what happened.”

Her heart splits in two. You seemed to casual saying something that completely destroyed her. “Not at all?” She asked after a few moments of silence, looking up at you with all of the remaining hope she could muster up.

“I mean,” You said, sighing, “of course, I’ll always love you, in some way. You explained. Just maybe not a romantic way... Anymore.”

“But... I thought we were in love,” She argued quietly, shaking her head. “I thought you loved me.”

“I did.” You reassured her. “I did, really, but then...”

Kara doesn’t know how she should react.

She’s sad because she wants nothing more than for you to be in love with her, for the two of you to be together forever.

She’s confused. How could one simply fall out of love one day? How long had you been doubting your feelings for her?

Above all else, Kara feels alone.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human

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I’ll Wait For You

Connor x Reader

Summary: This was requested by @oyasumimosura ❤️ Here is the the prompt!

“So here it is... Connor x reader? Connor was dead or got compromised and when (y/n) tries to get his body back to give him a proper burial and cyberlife won’t let it… so (y/n), went to a place where Connor promised to them if the Androids are free they will be living in that place. (Y/n) was starting to develop a broken heart syndrome and she was bought into the hospital, the only thing that was holding her life was a machine that keeps her stable at all times and it has some side effects. It was just all an illusion in her head, where she was living in that “home” where everyone was happy. “(Y/n) welcome home.” -Connor”

I hope you enjoy :) I'm sorry if I didn't get it right 😓

Heavy Angst

Major Character Death

Mentions of Suicide

Hurt, no Comfort

Gender Neutral Reader

Fake/Intensified Illness

💫💫💫

“I’ll meet you back at your apartment when everything’s over. I promise.”

Those were the last words Connor had said to you before everything crumbled, before he was gone.

You had been waiting for him to show up, like he promised he would.

You were bundled in a blanket on the couch, finding solace in the fact that Connor loved you, and that he was safe, the leader of a successful uprising.

You couldn't have been happier or more proud of him for accomplishing what he did.

Soon, he’d be back in your arms, and you’d be safe and in love together, sitting in the warmth of your little living room.

You recalled wanting to watch movies with him.

But hours passed and Connor didn't show up.

You didn't think much of it. He was incredibly endowed with the responsibility of the safety of a people.

You couldn't wait to see him. There was a particular giddiness in your chest as you waited patiently, his bright smile floating in your mind.

In the beginning, him falling in love with you was no more than a pleasant dream, something you’d imagine as you fell asleep, something you knew was impossible.

But it wasn’t impossible, and Connor’s love for you was real.

You turned on your television, feeling slightly more anxious about his absence.

Your heart may have stopped for a moment.

There he was on the live news, collapsed on the floor with thirium leaking from his head in a dripping stream, pooling into his hair.

And the heading...

DEVIANT LEADER COMMITS SUICIDE ON PODIUM INSTEAD OF GIVING SPEECH

You didn't cry at first. You didn't scream. There must have been some sort of mistake. Connor was supposed to be here, with you.

You stared at the screen for a long time, into his lifeless, cold eyes, the same chocolate eyes that once held so much warmth and tenderness,

This wouldn't do. You had to see for yourself, in person.

You’d see that he was alive and well, ready to go back home with you.

But it was too late. By the time you arrived at the podium where Connor had died, Cyberlife had already shown up and taken his body away, probably to a dumpster somewhere, or to a lab to analyze.

Your soul shattered again, knowing that the last you would ever see of him would be that sickening image on the t.v screen.

“What happened?” You frantically turned to one of the androids lingering there, LED a burning red.

The AP700 shifted his anxious blue eyes to you, shaking his head in disbelief, “I- He’s gone. Connor shot himself and he’s gone. What will we do without him?”

“No, ” You whispered, taking a deep back, “no. Are you sure? Did you see it happen?”

There must’ve been some sort of explanation. Connor promised you that he’d come home. There was no indication that he was planning on dying. He wouldn't have lied to you.

“Yes, ” The android nodded, eyebrows tense and drawn together, “I was standing in the front row when he- When-”

You backed away, feeling the weight of the world crumble around you.

Even then, after receiving a second form of confirmation, you didn't believe it. Maybe he left already. Maybe he was headed to your apartment. You’d meet him there.

Surely he’d be there.

He had to be there.

This, you decided, already knowing the truth in the back of your mind, this is what will decide it.

If he wasn't there, it meant that he really was gone.

And as you walked into your empty apartment, you crumbled, finally accepting the cold, hard facts.

Connor was dead.

In the days that followed, you found it hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to do anything.

In the short time that you’d been with Connor, you had grown so dependant on him. You were in love with him, and he was taken away from you before you could even say goodbye.

You knew there must’ve been a good reason for Connor to do what he did. Something must have happened.

His smile was burned into your mind. It felt like wherever you went, you saw him and his smile, the way his ears would pull back, the baby blue flush that would appear on his cheeks.

You couldn't shake the expression Hank had on his face when he found out, the utter grief, paralyzing shock.

He’d been so quiet since then, coming and going from work without a single word to anyone.

It absolutely killed you that Connor’s body was probably tossed in one of Cyberlifes bins, waiting to be examined for errors.

Your poor boyfriend wouldn't even have a proper funeral, much less a burial.

He’d be trashed just like any piece of machinery.

And then the idea struck you like a sudden jolt of purpose in the dark.

Reaching for your phone frantically, you dialed Cyberlife’s customer service line. One of the only places that still had androids working for them. It was fitting after all.

Maybe. Just maybe...

“Hello, this is a customer service representative for Cyberlife, ” The voice on the other end answered, “How can I he-”

“I want my boyfriends body back.” You deadpanned. “So I can give him a funeral. His name is- was Connor. Model RK800. Serial number 313 248 317-51”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence while the Android on the call processed your demands.

“I-I apologize, ” He sputtered, seemingly overwhelmed, “Cyberlife does not return the physical bodies of deactivated androids to their owners.”

“I wasn’t his owner.” You corrected, feeling a warm wave of tears rise into your eyes.

“Perhaps you’d prefer to speak to a human representative about your android?” He asked, voice calm and robotic.

You hesitated for a moment, picturing Connors discarded body thrown aside in a Cyberlife bin and nodded, “Sure. That’s fine.”

“Please hold while I transfer you.”

You looked down for a few seconds as the android sent your call over to a human.

I’ll find you, Connor.

“Hello, ” The voice mumbled, “This is the customer advisory desk.”

“Yes, ” You mumbled, “I’m calling because a Cyberlife employee collected my boyfriend’s body after he... After he died. I’d like to pick up his body so I can give him a proper burial.”

“Your boyfriend?” The person repeated in disbelief.

“Yes. His name was Connor. Model RK800. Serial nu-”

“Listen, we don't return androids that are broken beyond repair. Especially not in times like this.” The voice replied, grumbling.

“Please, ” You insisted, “all I want is to- I just...”

You felt incredibly overwhelmed, emotions crashing down on your again as you dropped your forehead against your hand.

You remained silent, trying to gather yourself.

“All of the destroyed androids that sent here are put in the incinerator, ” The voice admitted after a moment, “Even if we allowed owners to pick up the bodies of their androids, we don't keep them for over a week. The body of your RK800 has likely been terminated already.”

Tears slid down your face silently and that painful image of Connor’s cold, dead body on the floor rushed into the forefront of your mind again.

His lifeless eyes and dripping blood couldn’t seem to stop appearing in your head. Your heart pounded.

“I’m sorry for your... loss, really,” The customer service representative said, “but there’s nothing I can do for you.”

“You look like shit,” Hank grumbled, planting a warm cup of coffee down on your desk.

You looked up at him in a haze state of surprise. That was the first time you’d hear him speak in nearly a month.

His eyes were bloodshot and sunken in, and he reeked of whiskey.

You knew that Hank’s vision must’ve been a blur, his senses hindered. After all, he was beginning to see Connor as his son.

Yet another boy taken away from him too soon.

You couldn’t say that you were doing much better. You’d developed heart palpitations. They were, at times, so strong that you couldn’t breathe. You’d wake up at night clutching your chest, gasping for air.

You worried you weren’t getting enough oxygen to your brain. You felt dizzy at best, most of the time, but there were days where you could hardly see, laying slump against the wall.

Broken Heart Syndrome, it seemed.

A condition that only presented itself after severe emotional trauma.

“Have you been sleeping?” Hank pulled a chair over and haphazardly threw himself down onto it with a grunt.

You nodded and then shook your head, rubbing the dark purple circles that surrounded your eyes, “Before Connor... Before he...” You clenched your jaw, ignoring the sad fact that was Connor’s death, “He told me that there’s a place tons Android’s are going, now that they’re free. A peaceful place.”

“Heaven?” Hank scoffed. It was a crude joke and poorly timed considering the circumstances.

“It’s in northern Michigan, an abandoned town, overrun with wildlife. They're gonna make it their own and be free, ” You looked up at him with tired, sick eyes, “That’s where I’m going.”

Hank sighed and lowered his head, clutching his hands together, “Yeah,” he mumbled, “I don’t think your in any shape to go anywhere.”

“I’m alright,” you insisted, “it’s just a cold and some stress.”

“Sure...” Hank trailed off, not convinced. “So what, you’re just going to quit working here?” He looked at you through narrowed, drunken eyes.

“I leave today.” You nodded and felt that familiar pang strike your chest.

Connor is gone.

Hank watched as you gasped and pressed your hand to your sternum, crying out in pain.

“What the hell?” He stood up, reaching towards you hesitantly, “What is that?”

“Nothing,” You insisted quickly, eyes still squeezed shut as waves of pain rushed over you.

The lightheaded feeling followed and you felt blood pulsate into your skull.

“Come on,” He pulled you up, “Let’s... Go outside or something. Get some air.”

Your footing was shaking and you slipped, almost hitting the ground before Hank yanked you up by your arm.

“I’m okay,” You insisted, hearing bits and pieces of his words. Connor’s face flashed in your mind again. Your heart pounded harder.

“I’m taking you to the fucking hospital,” Hank grumbled, suddenly more alert. This whole month had gone to shit. He swung your arm over his shoulder.

“No!” You insisted, making a scene in front of your coworkers. “I’m okay, I-”

You’ll never see him again.

“I need to...” You mumbled, vision becoming foggy, “I need to go to...”

“The hospital.” Hank finished, knowing that you still planned on going to that abandoned town in northern Michigan. “You’re going to the hospital. Connor would want you to go to the hospital.”

Connor...

You were too tired to fight back.

It was worse than Hank had ever thought.

He had assumed that maybe you were severely dehydrated, malnourished even. It would explain how weak you’d become, passing out in the taxi on the way to get help.

But now, seeing you here in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, machines that, as the doctors had informed him, were quite literally the only things keeping you alive.

Well, it made everything real.

He lost Cole, he lost Connor, and now what? He was going to lose you too?

What would he have left after all of this?

It had been a solid month since you were admitted into the hospital. A month of you being unconscious, sick, heart too weak to beat without assistance.

Hank knew it was because of the stress and grief you were feeling over Connor’s death. He was sure you knew too.

You had previously told him that you assumed you had a cold. He was fairly certain that you must’ve known for a while that you were very sick.

Connor would accuse himself if he knew. That was a definitive fact. Hank could imagine how broken-hearted the kid would be if he knew that you had fallen so ill because of sadness and stress.

Sadness and stress that Connor had unintentionally caused.

Hank honestly and truly did feel bad for the both of you.

Connor had only just accepted his deviance. He’d barely gotten any time to learn and love and grow before everything was taken away from him.

You were finally happy with a new, warm, self-realized version of Connor. You were in love with him, and he loved you.

Both of you had your lives taken away, had each other taken away.

Hank knew that if the roles were reversed, Connor would be in a similar position to you right now.

You made your way through the lush gardens of your final destination. The abandoned town where Androids could be free to live as they pleased.

Well, it wasn’t so abandoned anymore. Left and right androids laughed and hugged and planted flowers.

Some spruced up the old buildings. Others swept the old stone paths. Everyone worked together with a smile, and for a moment, you felt happy too.

Everything was warm and foggy, colors bleeding into each other as you listened to the quiet beeping coming from somewhere in the distance, somewhere you couldn’t quite find.

“Y/n,” A familiar voice mused.

You turned on your heel faster than you ever had in your life.

It was him, standing before you with that sweet, wonky smile you loved so much.

“Connor,” You embraced him with teary eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you. Everything was exactly how you remembered it. The quiet whirring of internal bio components, the soft fabric of his uniform, the warmth that he gave off, engulfing you with love.

“I thought I’d lost you,” You smiled, squeezing him tight, “I missed you so much. I love you, Connor.”

“I love you too,” He pulled away, a familiar twinge of blue tickling his cheeks. The corners of his lips turned up and your heart fluttered, “Welcome home, y/n.”

And so, your heart rate monitor continued to beat steadily, far off in the distance, and Hank sat by your side, hoping that one day, you’d wake up from this dream of yours.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human #dbh connor x reader #connor #connor x reader #angst

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You Give Them The Silent Treatment

Headcanons for Markus, Connor, Kara, Hank, and Ralph!

MARKUS:

It doesn’t take him long to catch onto what you’re doing.

He’s confused at first, the way you keep brushing past him wordlessly, the way that you keep your eyes focused on literally anything else.

“Hey,” He’d attempt to call out to you, brows furrowed in confusion, “you alright?”

You don’t spare him a word, a glance, a nod. Nothing.

“Is something wrong?” Markus would press on, desperately trying to communicate.

You ignored him once again, eyes focused on the ebook nestled in your hands. Something about your gaze was cold and bitter.

His eyes narrow in resolution, and he feels the dots connect in his mind, “Oh, so we’re doing this.” He mumbles.

Markus would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little annoyed.

You being angry with him was one thing. You acting like a spiteful child in order to provoke a reaction from him was another thing.

You wouldn’t be getting a reaction out of him. He’d make sure of that.

“Well,” He’d sigh, “come find me when you want to communicate like a couple should.” He wasn’t going to play your little game.

You really had expected him to cave.

Markus made it his mission not to entertain you and your spiteful tricks. If you wanted to talk, he’d be more than happy to apologize or work out any problem you came to him with, but not like this.

CONNOR:

He’s completely and utterly lost.

Connor is usually good at reading and interpreting human behavior, but he's never seen you do this.

This was irrational. He knew he must have done something wrong, something to upset you. That’s why you didn't want to communicate with him.

No, it wasn't that you didn't want to communicate with him. You refused to communicate with him.

“Can you please talk to me?” He’d ask, sitting down with you and staring into your eyes even though you wouldn't meet his gaze.

You seemed awfully interested in the Rubix cube twisting and turning in your hands.

“I know you're unhappy, ” He mumbled, LED yellow, “if I did anything wrong, please tell me. I’m sorry, truly.”

Connor would say pretty much anything to get you to talk to him again.

This sort of nonsensical silence was driving him mad. It was so frustrating. He wanted you to acknowledge him again.

If anyone can make you talk, it's the master negotiator himself. Connor will get you to speak, eventually.

KARA-

She’s hurt, that's for sure.

She notices your silence very quickly, sitting together at the breakfast table.

Kara likes to talk to you in the morning, about all sorts of things, so for you to just not respond, she feels rejected.

“Are you okay?” She’d ask. “You’re very quiet.”

You stared off into the distance, eyes caught on the trees outside of your kitchen window.

Kara’s not sure what she did to upset you so badly, but she's infinitely sorry for whatever it is.

“Did something happen?” She continued.

Still nothing.

“What did I do wrong?” She whispered, hanging her head. “Please. What is it?”

After continuing to try to get something out of you for hours, and your silence being persistent, she’d give up.

She’d never felt so defeated.

All in all, Kara just wants her partner back. She’d do anything to make you feel better, to talk to her again.

HANK-

He does not like what you're doing one bit, but if silence was the game you wanted to play, then he’ll give you the same exact treatment.

“Hey, ” He grumbled, sitting down at the desk across from you.

Hank didn't think much of it when you didn't respond, maybe you were distracted by the endless piles of work crammed into your terminal. Maybe something was on your mind.

He didn't mind. Sometimes, he didn't feel like saying much either.

“Migraines fuckin’ killing me, ” He groaned, rubbing his temples, “You got a lot of work to do?”

You didn't answer him or even lift your head.

Now that was weird. “y/n?” He called out, making sure it was loud enough for you to hear, “You good?”

Nothing.

Hank furrowed his brows, “Did I piss you off or something? I didn’t mean to.”

You darted your eyes from your computer terminal to the succulent sitting on your desk. Deciding it needed some water, you stood up to get some.

“Hey!” Hank called out as you walked away.

He must have really made you angry.

You could’ve been honest with him. Now he was annoyed.

If there was anything Hank hated, it was the silent treatment, but two could play at this game.

He’d stay silent for the rest of the day, giving you a taste of your own medicine.

Hank is frustrated when you don’t seem to care or notice at all, and eventually, he’d be the one to confront you about what’s going on, quite literally breaking the silence.

RALPH-

The poor guy does not understand at all.

He’s not sure what to make of your silence. Unlike the others, he’s not sure what the cause of your silence is in the slighted.

Maybe you suddenly hated him. Maybe you were just in a bad mood. Maybe you wanted to break up with him.

“Ralph wants to talk to you,” He’d plead, LED bright red, “Please. Ralph wants to talk. Please talk to Ralph.”

He’s very straight forward about his confusion. He doesn’t get angry because he literally has no idea what’s going on, but he is sad.

He’d become frantic as your silence went on, desperate to know what why you were refusing to talk.

Ralph’s eyes are full of tears, his stress building as he begs you to speak, “Ralph wants you to talk!” He’d insist, “How does Ralph make you talk? Ralph misses your voice. Please speak to him!”

You’d have to give up eventually, because he’d probably lose it, and with him being so upset, what kind of monster would you have to be to keep him stressed for much longer?

There’s only so long you can remain silent before he has a full blown mental breakdown.

It’d be best to speak sooner rather than later.

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Pretty, Pretty Boy

(Android! Reader x Ralph)

Summary: Ralph is self-conscious about his face and wonders if you’d prefer dating an undamaged WR600.

Fluff

Slight Angst

Poor Ralph

Android Reader

Gender neutral

💫💫💫

“I’m going to try and find Markus, okay?” You told him, holding his shoulders firmly, “be careful, and meet me back here.”

“Okay, ” Ralph nodded stiffly, “Okay, Ralph will wait. Ralph promises.” His LED glowed a golden yellow, and he glanced around the gloomy ship in hopes of seeing his old friend Kara.

“I’ll be right back, ” you smiled, finding comfort in knowing that Ralph would never break a promise. He’d be safe.

As you were turning away, Ralph’s heart pounded, and he began to feel nervous. He glanced around anxiously before reaching for your arm, brows knitted in worry.

“You won’t be gone for long, will you?” He asked shakily, “Ralph is scared on his own.”

“Not long at all,” you insisted gently, “just a few moments.”

Ever since becoming deviant, you felt as if you had to do whatever you could to survive. Right now, what was most important was keeping Ralph safe and finding Markus so that he could help you find supplies. You needed blue blood badly, and Ralph had gathered all sorts of physical ailments that needed treating.

“Ralph will wait here. He will be alright until you return.” He said again, probably trying to convince himself of the fact more than he was trying to convince you.

You nodded, “I know you’ll be okay, handsome.” You planted a gentle kiss against his cheek in reassurance.

Ralph's discomfort was obvious. You’d be lying if you said that you thought he was calm.

For months, years even, he’d been hiding away in that old house, away from everyone, all on his own.

It wasn’t unlike him to be nervous in a new environment.

You squeezed his hand once more, wordlessly reminding him that everything was alright before turning away.

As you walked off, his worry resurfaced rather quickly.

He looked around, trying to spot any potential danger before the danger spotted him.

After all, there was so much to worry about. What if someone hurt you? What if someone hurt him?

“Ralph is okay, ” He whispered, “Ralph is not scared.”

Scratching the synthetic skin running along the top of his hand, he waited patiently, shifting back and forth as his LED rapidly displayed different colors.

The many android voices around him were quite overwhelming. He found himself trying to tune out the noise, focusing on his rising stress.

“This is a safe place, ” He said, “Ralph is safe. Ralph is-”

He cut himself off, eyes-catching on one particular android in the distance. A WR600.

It was his model. The same face... Well, almost.

His blonde hair was crisp and clean, and his face didn't have a single scratch or tear. He was handsome and he stood tall.

Ralph silently lifted his fingers to run them across the large gash on his cheek, feeling the dry, blue flesh under both his artificial skin and the plastic beneath it.

The pads of his fingers dragged down to the dent in his lower jaw.

It dawned on him that he used to look like that too, like the perfect WR600 standing before him.

He wondered if his face could ever be repaired. He wondered what others thought when they looked at him.

He didn't stand with the same confidence. His hair was not as well kept. His face was not nearly as pretty.

Lowering his hand, he recalled your words.

“I know you’ll be okay, handsome.”

“Handsome?” Ralph mumbled, shaking his head, “No. Ralph is not handsome.”

It was several minutes later when you returned, brushing past another android in the process. He was wearing a beanie and dressed in baggy, worn clothing.

He mumbled a weak apology and hurried on his way, towards the stairs.

“I knew you’d be okay, ” You mused with a smile upon seeing your boyfriend again.

Your LED was a delicate blue on your temple as you cupped Ralph’s injured face.

He didn't smile back or meet your gaze, “Yes. Ralph is okay.” He confirmed quietly.

You scrunched up your face, not sure what was wrong.

Taking his hand, you took him over to a few of the storage boxes, and the both of you sat down together. “Markus told me where we can find supplies, ” You said, “We’re gonna be okay.”

Ralph’s light-colored eyes were fixated on something in the distance. “Ralph...” He mumbled, blinking a few times, “Ralph is ugly.” He said shamefully, voice weak and sad.

“What?” Your eyes widened. Your reached for his chin and guided his face towards you, “No you’re not.” You said. “You’re so pretty, Ralph.”

He furrowed his brows and finally tore his eyes away from the other android to look at you, “Ralph is ugly.” He said again, firmer this time. “He’s damaged.” He cocked his head to the side so that his injured cheek was in full display, “Look at his face.”

You blinked, taken aback.

“His face is broken, ” Ralph insisted, “It’s bad and ugly, not like the other androids. No, Ralph’s face is the worst of all.”

“Your face is wonderful.” You insisted, saying every word slowly to make sure he fully understood. “You’re very pretty, very handsome.”

“Ralph is not as pretty as the other androids who look like Ralph.” He said quickly, “They are much more handsome than he is. Not injured. Not at all.”

“It doesn’t matter that your face is injured, Ralph,” you said softly.

“But....” He softened, “Ralph is-”

“I still think you’re beautiful.” You held his jaw caringly, running your thumb over his cheek, “The other WR600’s aren't you. I love you.”

Ralph leaned into your touch and relaxed a bit, “Ralph loves you too. He loves you very much.”

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human #ralph x reader #dbh ralph x reader

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It’s Not Raining Anymore

Connor x Reader

Summary: Connor shows up at your door one night in the rain, looking to confess something important to you ❤️

Deviant! Connor

Fluff

Connor is whippeddd

no warnings ❤️

💫💫💫

It’s really coming down, you thought, staring out of your kitchen window.

The downpour was loud, falling hard against the roof of your house.

Sitting by the heater, you turned your head to the clock.

10:38 p.m

You stood up and headed towards the hall. You could really use a shower before it was time for bed.

You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be outside right now, whether you were a stray cat, a raccoon, or a certain android; the one that was approaching your house in the rain, unbeknownst to you.

You spun your head around, hearing a knock on the door. Who would show up at this time?

Making your way to the door, you opened it, revealing a drenched, frustrated Connor.

There was a taxi on the the street, taking off from where it was stopped in from of your house.

Connor was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, not a look you were used to seeing on him.

“Hello,” He said, frowning, “I needed to talk to you.”

“Jesus, Connor,” You pulled him inside by his sleeve, “It’s pouring out there. What’s wrong?”

“Did I disturb you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as you closed the door behind him. “I apologize.”

“No,” You shook your head, “No, you didn’t. I’m just surprised to see you. Where’s Hank?”

“I didn’t bring him.” Connor said quickly. “I... Need to talk to you alone.”

You took notice of his yellow LED and troubled expression.

“I don’t have any dry clothes that would fit you.”

“That’s alright.” He said, “I can turn off my temperature sensor.”

“Here, wait,” You mumbled, turning away from him in a hurry.

Connor watched as you bounded down the hall and towards the closet. The floorboards creaked slightly under your feet.

His LED was a gleaming, warm yellow as he waited, anxious to speak with you.

His thumbs caught on the indent of his hoodie pockets. Sliding his cold, white hands inside, he remembered to turn off his temperature sensor and did so, blinking a few times.

“It’s not much but...” You returned with a large, maroon towel, “It’ll help dry you off.”

“Thank you, Detective.” Connor smiled and nodded, looping his fingers around the edges of the towel, draping it over his shoulder.

“We’re not at work,” You chuckled, watching him half heartless pat himself down the the towel, soaking up much of the rain, “you can just call me y/n, Connor.”

“Yes... Sorry, y/n.”

His eyes widened as something brushed against his pant leg. Looking down, there was a thin, black cat purring.

“Oh, sorry about that,” You reached down to pick her up, “she loves people.”

Connor stared at her with wide, nearly sparkling eyes. The look of pure happiness on his synthetic skin made you smile. He was certainly the sweetest android you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.

For a moment, he forgot about how stressed he was and reached out to scratch under the cats chin sigh his free hand. Towel forgotten and positioned over his arm.

You stared at his LED, still golden upon his temple. “So,” you set your cat down, “what do you need?”

He grimaced, stress rushing back into him, A sliver of red poked into his LED, “To talk to you... about something.”

“Is it bad or good?” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s subjective.” He said simply, truly unsure of whatever his news was pleasant or not. When you didn’t say anything else, Connor supposed that it meant that it was time for him to get straight to the point.

Straightening his back slightly, he tore his eyes up to meet yours.

“I came here because...” A bit of red swirled into his Yellow LED and then dissipated into it, “Since becoming Deviant, I’ve began to experience strange emotions.”

“Okay,” You nodded, “Is something wrong?”

Connor dipped his head a bit, nodding slightly as he diverted his gaze once more, “I’ve... Detected a substantial error in my programming.”

“An error?”

“Yes,” He said, a bit of rain falling from the tip of his hair onto his nose, “I had originally planned on waiting until the morning to tell you, and then,” His cheeks flushed blue, “that plan changed. I decided I’d wait until the rain stops, so I wouldn’t get wet, but...” He admitted, “I became impatient.”

You tilted your head, knowing that whatever was on Connor’s mind must’ve been incredibly important to him if he was here so late at night, throwing rationality to the wind.

“I’m very sorry,” he said, “for showing up so late.”

“It’s alright, Connor,” You presented a small smile, growing slightly nervous.

“I know this may cause you discomfort, and if it does, I’d fully understand if you didn’t want to speak to me again or-”

“Connor,” you cut him off, voice lowering as you put your hand on his damp shoulder, “Just tell me what’s wrong.”

He blinked, lips parting slightly, “Yes, sorry,” He swallowed.

Connor paused for a long while, struggling to find the right words. He pressed the toe of his shoe into the carpet for a moment.

You pulled your hand away and he began.

“I strongly value your friendship, y/n,” Connor said softly, yellow light glowing bright on his temple, “If it’s alright to call it that,” He added as an afterthought.

You nodded, “Of course.”

“And,” Connor drew his eyebrows together, eyes drifting back to your face, “I’m telling you this because I trust you. I’m closer to you than anyone else. Other than Hank, of course, and I did actually already tell him, however-“ He rambled on.

You smiled, nodding. Your confusion grew, realizing you’d never seen Connor so anxious in your life.

“However,” He said again, “this information is specifically directed towards you, so you’re the most... Or rather, You’re the person that needs to know the most.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “did something bad happen?”

Connor sighed and clenched his jaw, “I’ve come to... I’ve come to realize that my feelings for you exceed friendship.”

You swear your chest tightened at those words alone. Your eyes widened and you felt a surge of blood rush into your cheeks. Knowing that what he said next would be vital information, you kept quiet.

“I wasn’t certain at first,” He said softly, recalling the weeks prior to today, “but I think that,” Connor hesitated, making sure to make eye contact with you, “I know that I’m in love with you.”

You felt a fluttering in your heart and you could’ve cried, feeling surprised and happy and tearful all at once as he flickered his eyes between you and the couch sitting in the distance.

“And I know that I’m just an android,” He sputtered, uneasy, “I know you’d never love an android, but I felt like I had to tell you, I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, threading a hand into his wet hair, behind his ear.

You heard him gasp quietly. He’d expected you to answer him in words, not in actions.

His lips were soft and lifelike and surprisingly warm despite how cold his soggy clothing was.

You couldn’t see Connor’s LED, but you were sure it was flashing all sorts of colors.

You felt his fingers twitch before he reached out and pressed one hand to the small of your back and the other to the side of your face.

You pulled away the both of you opened your eyes slowly

His LED was a calm blue.

You stared at him, feeling, possibly, the most peaceful you'd ever been.

His chocolate brown eyes danced around your face shyly and you found all sorts of things in them; love, kindness, apprehension, happiness.

With a new confidence, he kissed you again, and so the rest of the world drifted away.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #connor

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Time For me

Markus x Reader

Summary: Markus’s busy schedule has you feeling more alone and rejected than ever. Maybe dialogue would be the best way to solve this problem.

Hurt + Comfort

Angst

Gender Neutral Reader

💫💫💫

Markus was a busy guy. He had practically the entire android population to take care of and watch over.

You understood that, so the first time he brushed you off, saying that he was too busy to go for a walk together, you kept your disappointment contained.

When he began to tell you that he couldn’t come to bed because he was too caught up in the stress of being a leader. you just went to bed yourself, understanding how hard it must have been to be Markus, to lead a revolution.

But now?

You could hardly remember the last time you had a real conversation with your boyfriend.

He was always busy, and it’s not that you thought he the things he was doing were unnecessary.

He was an important guy who had important things to do, things that were priorities.

It just turned out that you weren’t one of those priorities anymore.

You felt a bit selfish, knowing that Markus wasn’t purposefully excluding you from his life.

Even so, you felt so alone. Was it wrong to simply wish you could spend more time with the person you loved?

And then there was North and Simon. The way they looked at Markus used to have no affect on you whatsoever, because you knew that at the end of the day, he’d choose you.

But now, you weren’t sure if he’d choose any of you.

What if he decided that his life would be easier without your added burden?

You couldn’t say he’d be wrong for thinking that, but it would hurt nonetheless.

As you headed upstairs to bed alone for the 25th time that month with teary eyes, you were startled to hear his voice.

“You okay?” Markus asked from the first step, staring at you.

You sucked up your emotions and gave him a smile, “Mhm!”

He blinked as you whipped your head back around and hurried into one of the steel walled rooms of Jericho, where your bed was located.

Something about your body language was very off. He decided to follow you up, just to make sure you were really alright.

It was then that he realized how long it had been since he truly was able to hold you, to comb his fingers through your hair when you were stressed.

He had just been so busy.

“y/n?” He said again, standing in the doorway.

You kept your back to him “Hm?” You held back the visceral feeling of hurt within you, pretending to shuffle through your clothing drawer.

“Something’s wrong,” He began, frowning, “isn’t it?”

“Nope!” You answered cheerily, vision blocked by your tears.

“Did I do something?” Markus asked, walking towards you. You felt a jolt pass through your body as he held your shoulders from behind, “Please tell me how I can fix it.”

It was then that you finally cracked, hands shaking as your emotions spilled out of your lips and out of your eyes. It began as a sniffle and very quickly developed into sobbing.

His hand tensed on your shoulder. “Honey,” Markus mumbled, frowning deeply, “What is it?” He turned you around so that you were facing his chest.

You looked down as he held the back of your head caringly, “I’m sorry,” You choked out.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” He said, cupping your jaw in his palm. “I just want to know how to make you feel better.” His expression was serious, decisive.

“I’ve just...” You forced it out, “I’ve been so lonely.” You crumbled, fist against his chest, “And- And I know you’re so busy, but- But I...”

Markus grimaced, pulling you tightly against him. He held you there for a moment, letting you cry as he stroked your hair.

Come to think of it, he’d missed the smell of your hair, the warmth of you next to him. It was never his intention to avoid you.

“I’m sorry,” Markus said softly, “I never meant to hurt you like this. I was so caught up in trying to be a good leader that I became a bad boyfriend.”

You shook your head, “You’re not... You were busy.”

“I should have made time for you,” Markus admitted. “Instead, I made you feel like you were all alone, like you didn’t matter to me.”

He hesitated and held you away from him for a moment so that he could get a good look at your face, “And that’s not true, at all. I promise I’ll fix it. I hadn’t even realized that you felt this way. I knew our conversations had been short and rushed recently, and that we didn’t spend nearly as much time together as usual. but...” He mumbled, “You put up such a good act that I... I couldn’t even tell you were hurting.”

You leaned into him, calming down. You knew Markus would never intentionally hurt you. He was your best friend, your boyfriend.

“I’m really sorry,” He continued, “Can I spend the night with you? To make it up to you?”

You nodded.

That night, the both of you slept, cuddling close together for the first time in weeks. You felt loved again.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #deteoit become human #dbh markus x reader #markus x reader #markus

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Hi, can I request a little scenario where reader protects Connor, Nines, and whoever else you feel like writing for, from violent anti-android protesters? Thanks in advance and for your time

Of course! ❤️ thank you for requesting.

You Protecting Them From Someone who is Violently Anti-Android

Headcanons for Connor, Nines, and Simon!

CONNOR-

You had been walking with him, on your way to check out a crime scene in a more populated part of the city.

Connor was wearing his usual RK800 uniform, which caught a lot of attention from passerby’s.

If his LED wasn’t enough to give him away, his jacket certainly was.

He tensed as one of the more aggressive city protestors approached the both of you.

“Look what we’ve got here,” The man scoffed, circling him like a shark. He glanced at you, “Is this your toy?”

You ignored him and grabbed the edge of Connor’s sleeve, attempting to pull him away, “Come on, let’s go.”

But Connor didn’t budge, LED yellow.

“You think it’s funny?” The guy asked loudly, “You androids want to take over everything don’t you?”

“Man, just back off.” You cocked your head, face scrunched up in frustration. “He’s not bothering anybody.”

“You’re stealing jobs from hardworking American citizens.” The man grumbled, shoving his shoulder. “You fuckers make me sick.”

“Leave him alone!” You pushed the man’s hand away.

“I haven’t stolen anybody’s job,” Connor replied coldly, “however, if you’re unemployed, I know of a few places that are hiring. Perhaps a occupation would do you some good.”

“Why you-“ The man sneered and cocked a fist at the android.

“Stop it!” You stood in front of Connor, holding your hand out to push the man’s chest away. “Back away from him or I’ll take you to the DPD.” You held up your badge with a fixed gaze.

Connor blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected you to defend him.

As the man sneered and walked away, Connor felt a strong feeling of respect and thankfulness grow within him.

“Why did you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Protect me.” He tilted his head.

“Because...” You sighed, “Because it’s not right.”

NINES-

In your eyes, Nines was incredibly intimidating.

He was taller than most, and stoic to no end.

His gaze was sharp and often caught you off guard.

That’s why it was so surprising to see the other officers at the precinct pushing him around in the break room.

“What’s going on?” You asked, storming in.

Nines glanced at you and then back at them.

“We’re just showing our new plastic coworker around,” One of the officers joked, laughing. “Letting it get a feel for the picking order around here.” He pushed his shoulder.

“Leave him alone,” you said, furrowing your brows.

Nines blinked and took a step back for them, only for them to step closer.

“Where are you going, tin can?” One of the men asked with a sneer, shoving him against the wall.

“Stop bothering him,” You insisted, pulling his arm back, “don’t you have work to do?” You weren’t sure where Connor was, but you were well aware that they belittled him the same way.

“I’m quite alright, y/n,” Nines mumbled, eyes focused on the officer in front of him. “Your interference will only harm you. Please be careful.”

“Bullshit,” You mumbled, stepping between him and the officers, “I’m not going to let you guys push him around. He didn’t do anything.”

“y/n, stop-“ Nines said.

“Be quiet.” You told him before turning back to your coworkers. “Leave him alone.”

Nines blinked in slight surprise as they backed away, laughing. “Thank you...”

SIMON-

You had been holding hands with your boyfriend at the park.

It was probably your fifth or sixth date, and you couldn’t be happier than you were with Simon.

He was every bit as alive as you were. You couldn’t understand how anyone would ever be mean to him.

The two of you pressed your lips together, sitting on a picnic basket below one of the bigger trees.

You were startled when an irritated woman came up to the both of you with her toddler resting against her clavicle.

“Hello,” You smiled, trying to be friendly.

“He’s an android, you know.” She snapped at you before glancing in Simon’s direction. “I have the same model at home.”

“Yes,” You trailed off, furrowing your brow, “I’m aware.”

“I’m just telling you since I saw you two kiss,” She glared.

Simon lowered his gaze, recognizing what kind of situation you two were in.

“Yeah,” You said, “he’s my boyfriend. Is there a problem?”

“Y/n,” Simon said softly, not wanting to get into trouble.

“Androids are machines, darling,” The woman chuckled, “they’re not suitable partners.”

“That’s not true,” You furrowed your brows.

“They steal our jobs too. They’re not people. They’re not human” She grumbled, “You should date a real man.” The woman dug the toe of her shoe into the ground and kicked dirt at Simon.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, rushing to help him brush it off of him, “What the fuck? Back off.” You stood up.

“Y/n,” Simon said again, becoming concerned and he scrambled to his feet, “it’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” You mumbled, “She’s attacking you for no reason.”

“No reason?” She laughed, “Honey, do you know how many real human individuals are unemployed because of these... things?” The woman shuffled some more dirt with her shoe.

“He hasn’t done anything wrong,” You argued, “You’re acting like a child. He’s my boyfriend. I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

“It doesn’t love you, you know that right?” She raised an eyebrow, “It’s a robot. He’s incapable of feeling anything. He’s just an advanced... toy.”

“You’re wrong!” You exclaimed, “He’s not just a machine! He hasn’t taken anyone’s job or hurt you in any way so-”

You gasp as she hurled a rock at Simon’s face.

He winced, and touched the area. His skin had retracted there momentarily and by the time you reached out towards him, the area was nearly completely heeled.

“Get out of here,” You demanded, glaring daggers at the woman, “Unless you want me to alert the authorities.”

You cooled down a bit once she was finally gone, turning to your boyfriend who was holding the side of his face gingerly.

“I’m sorry...” You mumbled, cupping his cheek, “Our date was supposed to be romantic.”

Simon smiled, “You saved me from a crazy lady hurling rocks. How much more romantic could it get?”

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh simon x reader #dbh nines x reader #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbhrk900 x reader

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maxfoxdbh · 3 years

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You’re Scared of The Dark

Headcanons for Connor, Markus, and Hank!

INTRO: You had just about settled into bed, never having slept in the same room as him before. He stood beside and flipped the light switch off, making you yelp in fear.

“Turn it back on!”

CONNOR-

He turned the light back on immediately, slightly startled by your outburst.

“Is there something wrong?” Connor asked, eyebrows raised. His finger hovered above the switch.

“I-” You paused, letting out a sigh.

He tilted his head in confusion.

“I don’t like the dark.” You admitted after a moment. “It’s scary.”

Connor’s gaze softened and he made his way over to you, sitting beside you in bed, “There’s nothing to be afraid of, y/n,” He couldn’t say that he understood why it frightened you in the first place, “but if the darkness bothers you, then we can keep the lights on.”

Perhaps you just didn’t like the limited visuals.

“Really?” You asked, reaching for his hand.

“Yes,” Connor nodded and pulled you close, shutting his eyes. It wasn't like he needed darkness to enter stasis anyway.

MARKUS-

He flicked the lights back on with wide, mismatched eyes. “I’m sorry, ” He stammered.

“It’s okay,” you should your head, “I’m just scared of the dark.”

Markus smiled softly, “It’s okay to be afraid,” he cupped your face, “We’ll keep the lights on, okay?”

He’d hate to make you so scared.

“It won’t bother you?” You asked, melting into his touch.

He shook his head before giving you a light peck on the cheek, “I’ll be able to see your face better this way.”

You smiled back at him and the two of you laid together. You felt your stress vanish as he pulled you into his warmth.

HANK-

Hank blinked and switched the lights back on, taking a moment to process his thoughts, “Are you afraid of the dark or something?”

You frowned, “It freaks me out. I usually sleep with the lights on.”

Hank scoffed with a smile, caving in easily, “Poor thing,”

He huffed, sitting beside you on the bed, “Cole used to hate the dark too.” He shrugged, feeling sleepy.

“I like to be able to see,” You told him, feeling slightly embarrassed of your fear.

“I get that,” He mumbled, “Lights on it is.”

You smiled at him and tucked yourself under the blanket.

Hank followed closely behind, spooning you as you both closed your eyes.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh ralph #dbh fanfic #dbh markus #dbh simon #deteoit become human #detroit become human #gender neutral reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh markus x reader #dbh hank x reader

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I’m Not a Babysitter

Female Reader x Kara

Summary: Kara wants you to look after Alice while she goes on an emergency Jericho trip.

Female reader

Fluff

No warnings

💫💫💫

“Kara, I can’t,” You held your hands up, a defeated expression on your face, “I’m not good with kids, really.”

“You’ll be fine,” She insisted with a smile, “I won’t be gone long.”

She had to take a trip to Jericho to pick up a packet or two of blue blood for backup. She and Alice were both androids, and so it was important for them to have such a thing in stock, just in case.

“I’ve never babysat a day in my life,” You whined, feeling stressed, “I don’t know the first thing about kids.”

“You’re a human,” She tilted her head with a giggle, “just use your maternal instincts.”

“What makes you think I have those?” You cocked an eyebrow.

Kara kissed your cheek, “She’s gonna love you, okay? There’s nothing to worry about.”

And so you complied, begrudgingly.

Alice was a cute kid, you’d admit that, but kids were so awkward. You weren’t sure what they liked to do or what they wanted you to say, and it seemed like they all had some sort of staring problem.

“Alice,” Kara smiled, cupping her face, “this is y/n. She’s going to watch you for a little while, okay?”

The little girl glanced at you and then back at her mother, frowning. “Okay, Kara,” She mumbled.

Alice wasn’t always keen on strangers, but decided to suck it up since Kara trusted you.

“Hi,” You gave her a wonky, nervous smile.

“Hello,” She answered, holding her mother’s hand.

“You two have fun, okay?” Kara smiled, reaching for the door knob. She let go of Alice’s hand gently, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

Once she was out the door, you and Alice stood awkwardly in front of each other in the doorway.

She turned the toe of her shoe against the carpet.

Oh god, it was really go time.

Ask her if she wants candy, you thought, wait, fuck, she’s an android.

Alice stared up at you with her dark brown eyes and blinked.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” You smiled.

She thought for a moment and then nodded, “Okay, that could be fun.”

“Cool!” You grinned, hesitantly reaching out to grab her hand, “Let’s go!”

She stared at you as the two of you made your way over to the couch.

You sat down and found that she was still standing, gazing at you.

“What is it?”

“Kara was right,” She mumbled, “you are very pretty.”

You flushed as Alice sat beside you, “Thank you,” You smiled, heart fluttering, “Kara said that about me?”

“Mhm,” Alice handed you the remote, “she’s my mom though, okay? Don’t steal her away.”

You giggled and shook your head, “Of course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Maybe babysitting wasn’t so bad after all.

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maxfoxdbh · 3 years

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Omfg the DBH fandom is still alive and well thank god

We’re small in number but we’re here 😤❤️

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maxfoxdbh · 3 years

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Being Friendzonned by You

Headcanons for Connor, Markus, and Kara!

CONNOR-

He had planned a romantic reveal of his affections for you. From what he understood, humans greatly appreciated grand gestures, so that’s what he had planned to do.

Connor had invited you to one of the Detroit's most beautiful gardens, one similar to the Zen Garden built into his program.

He figured it would be nice to incorporate that part of him into the planning.

He’d fallen in love with you and was completely smitten. Only a year or so ago, he thought it would be impossible for him to feel emotions, and here he was, drowning in them.

“Y/n, ” He’d mumble, walking beside you as you looked at the flowers, “I brought you here because I wanted to tell you how much I care about you. I may be a plastic android, but you mean a lot to me. Much more than you could ever know.”

“Aw, ” you had grinned at him, tilting your head, “I care about you too, Con. You’re my closest friend, you know? That’ll never change.”

In an instant, he felt his heart sink. His LED was yellow as he nodded sharply, forcing a smile onto his face.

Maybe you only saw him as a friend, but he'd always silently be wishing for more.

MARKUS-

Another successful raid. The androids of Jericho would be stocked with blue blood and taken care of.

Much of Jericho was fairly wary of humans, and Markus was no exception, but you had a special place in his heart.

A human, living in Jericho, helping wounded, devastated androids develop a sense of self.

Markus knew that you were different, that you were special.

Caught up in the happiness of the moment, he turned to you with a smile, “y/n, ” he said, “I.. I love you.”

His feelings had been developing for so long, and if he were being honestly, he really hadn’t meant to confess in that moment, but now that if was all out there, he let out a breath and waited for your response.

You embraced him, holding him close.

That was a good sign. He smiled into your shoulder, closing his eyes.

“I love you too, Markus, ” you said happily, “I’m so glad we’re friends. You mean a lot to me.”

Suddenly, it all became clear to him. “Friends?” He repeated quietly, smile dropping.

“Of course, ” You pulled back with a smile.

He plastered one on his face too, for your sake.

Maybe one day, you’d change your mind and fall in love with him. He’d wait until then.

KARA-

Of course, Alice was her number one priority, and she didn't have much attention to devote to anything else, but soon after meeting you, Kara had caught feelings. Hard.

You made her smile. Because of you she felt calm on sad days, and ecstatic on happy days.

She would've done anything to make you happy. Even if that meant being what you wanted her to be; just a friend.

Two both of you sat on the roof after Kara had put Alice to sleep.

She laughed, laying on her back as she made up constellations, finding that she could imagine the shape of a kite in the sky, put together with stars.

You laughed too, and as Kara turned her head and saw the way that the starlight danced in your eyes as you stared up the to the sky, she decided to finally tell you how she felt.

“I want to be with you forever, ” She said with a smile, “you make me feel so... Alive.”

“Me too, ” You squeezed her hand, “you’re my best friend, like the sister I never had.”

Kara’s lips twitched and she fought a frown, deciding to nod instead, “Let's always be together, y/n.”

And you would be, just not in the way that Kara wanted.

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Shy

Connor x Reader

Summary: Connor is curious as to why you act so uncomfortable around him.

Mutual Pining

Connor is whipped

Gender neutral reader

Deviant! Connor

Pretty chill, no warnings ❤️

💫💫💫

Connor had caught feelings for you.

He wasn't completely sure what those feelings were or what they meant, but they were certainly there.

It was a new kind of feeling. Sure, he had developed a fondness for Hank and for Sumo, but this was different.

Understanding his emotions was a constant struggle. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to be around you,

like, all the time.

He couldn’t say that you felt similarly. Connor had begun to notice how nervous you’d get when he approached you or made small talk.

He had considered many possibilities as to why you were so panicked by him. Perhaps you were afraid of him. Maybe you valued your personal space and time, and didn’t like him interfering with it, or maybe you simply didn’t like him.

Either way, all he knew for certain was that his presence made you uncomfortable.

It was a little bit upsetting, if he was being honest, considering the fact that all he wanted to do was be around you.

Nevertheless, he tried to be polite and smile a lot. Hopefully, that would make you feel more comfortable.

“Good morning, y/n,” He nodded gently, pausing at your desk.

Your face reddened as you looked up at his smiling face, “Oh- Hi- Goodmorning!”

Stress levels rising...

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Connor gave you another happy nod and continued on his way, knowing that it was best not to make you freak out.

Once you were out of sight, he huffed, sitting next to Lieutenant Anderson.

“Oh, someone’s not having the best day, huh?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Lieutenant,” Connor said sternly, “is there a reason why y/n doesn’t like me?”

Hank cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Y/n doesnt seen to enjoy my company.” He mumbled. “How can I- What would make them less uncomfortable around me?”

“They’re... Uncomfortable?” Hank repeated.

“Yes. Extremely so,” Connor nodded, “Their stress levels rise whenever I come near them.”

“Uh huh,” Hank nodded slowly, immediately understanding what was going on, “and this upsets you because...?”

“Because I want them to like me.” Connor deadpanned.

“Mhm, yeah,” Lieutenant Anderson fought a grin, “and why is that?”

“What?...” He mumbled, looking off, “I don’t know.”

“I see,” Hank nodded, pretending to be deep in thought, “well, you should probably ask them.”

“What?”

“If you’re wondering why you make them uncomfortable,” he said, “you should just ask.”

Oh, yes. He hadn’t even thought about that.

That would solve his question quickly and affectively.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He stood up.

“Oh, you’re going right now.”

“Yes.” Connor nodded, turning away.

He was fairly nervous that you’d freak out by his asking, that your stress levels would rise quickly and you’d panic.

If that happened, he’d back off.

Asking was worth a try, at least.

“Hello,” He deadpanned, standing in front of your desk.

You blinked, eyes wide, “Hey, what’s up?” You flushed.

He swallowed and pulled a chair over to sit beside you, making your stress levels rise substantially.

Connor turned to you with narrowed eyes, “I was wondering why you dislike me.”

You blinked, face red, “Dislike?”

“Yes,” He said, looking away, “whenever I come near you, your heart rate increases to nearly double its original state.”

“O-oh,” you avoided eye contact, “that’s not really...”

“We’ve been friends for quite a while.” Connor said, frowning, “And I like you very much. I just want to know what I did to make you hate me so much.”

“Woah,” You said, holding your hands up, “no, no I don’t hate you, Connor!”

“Oh,” His LED turned yellow, “Could it be that I frightened you?”

“No,” You sighed. How could you possibly tell him the truth?

It’s cuz I’m in love with you

“I just get embarrassed easily around you.” You said. Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“Is there something I do in particular that embarrasses you?” Connor asked. “If so, I’ll stop right away.”

“No,” You reached out, touching his arm. You felt a nervous jolt pass up through your hand and your heart pounded harder, “No, it’s not you, Connor.”

The android frowned, feeling defeated. He’d learned next to nothing, and you seemed to be withholding the real reason why you were anxious around him.

“What would make you feel the most comfortable, y/n?” He asked, tilting his head at you with a sorrowful expression, “If my being around you makes you nervous, then... I’ll stay out of your way. It’ll be like I’m not even here. I really like being around you specifically, but-”

“Me specifically?” You asked.

“Yes,” He nodded, “when I talk to you or sit near you or look at you, I get a pleasant feeling.” He looked up at the ceiling in thought, “In fact, I’d rather be around you than anyone else.”

“Connor,” Your face became red. He looked off into space, thinking about his emotions, “Connor, that’s how I feel too.”

“It is?” He asked, whipping his head to look at you, “but I thought-”

“I get nervous because... I don’t know, because I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed to feel that way,” Connor insisted, “Especially since I feel the same about you.”

“I’m not sure if it’s... Exactly the same, Con...” You smiled softly, “I think about you all the time.”

“So I do.” He said quickly, “I’m not sure why, but you’re among my thoughts all day. You specifically. When I’m working or... When I’m walking Sumo, or when I’m powering off for the night, or when I walk into work... I always think about you, pleasant thoughts.”

“You do?” You asked quietly.

“Yes,” Connor opened his mouth to speak and his cheeks turned light blue, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be creepy.”

“You’re not!” You insisted, smiling, “In fact, it makes me happy hearing about it.”

Connor smiled back. Your stress levels were dropping substantially.

“What kind of things do you think about me?” You asked.

“What kind of things?” He repeated, “Well, all sorts of things, I suppose. Things like... Wondering what your favorite color is or looking at you and wondering what you’re thinking or,” He paused, cheeks blue.

“What is it?”

Connor shook his head. “It’ll sound strange.”

“I’m sure it won’t,” You smiled.

“I... Wonder about the feeling,” He admitted, avoiding your eyes, “I wonder what it is. I’m not very good at identifying my own emotions, so anything new is quite puzzling. I suppose... It’s happiness? But it’s stronger than that, broader. I just want to be around you all of the time,” Connor finally met your gaze with a shrug, “I suppose that’s sort of bizarre.”

“No,” You shook your head with a smile, feeling a budding warmth in your chest, “No, it’s not bizarre at all.”

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