Aster

Okay, so the first one is DBH Otomatone!AU lolol. XDDD This AU has been spreading like wildfire. Otomatonnor is crying. =D= To me, it always sounds like Otomatones are crying… and it sort of breaks my heart ahaha. T3T But at the same time, people are making such adorable/cool music with it. The second one is a doodle I made while working and listening to “Every man needs a chew” by The Dead South. The lyrics literally starts with  “Well I sat down on a pooper” and me, being a very childish person, thinks the word poop is funny and drawing a cowboy on a pooper is also funny. =D=;;; 

I’m pretty sure this is a thing that happens in a fic, but I can’t for my life find it, so if anyone has a clue, let me know so I can rec it :)

Eden Club by gao_om (@gao_om)

It is not that easy for Connor to hide his feelings for you.

Pairing: Connor DBH x Reader

A/N: A little something I just came up with. It was supposed to go in an entirely different direction but I ended up writing this. Hope you enjoy this piece of fluff.

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“Damn it, Connor!”

You jolted awake from your daydreams at Hank’s outbrust and quickly teared your eyes away from the good looking android and instead focused them on the viewfinder of your camera.

“Are you sure the victim was stabbed? Think again!” Hank continued and you couldn’t help but grin behind your camera. It was your task to take photos of the crime scene but you currently chose an angle were you could watch your two co-workers and make it look like you were actually working.

Connor looked lost for a second before he shook his head ever so slightly to clear his thoughts - a gesture he picked up along the way of becoming a deviant. “I am sorry, Hank. You are right. The victim was clearly shot after he had opened the door for a visitor,” he corrected himself and looked at you for only a split-second.

“What is going on with you, kid?” Hank asked and put his hand on Connor’s shoulder reassuringly. “All the glitches, freezes, miscalculations. Are you alright? Is this Amanda fantasy thing back? Should we get help somewhere? This has been going on for weeks now and it is not getting better.” It was heart warming how Hank cared about Connor and loved that he finally found his place in this world.

“I have run a diagnosis and everything is functioning the way it should be. I am,” he paused and stole another quick glance at you, “just a bit distracted.” This time Hank noticed the movement of Connor’s eyes and groaned. “And I was actually worried,” he grumbled and shook his head before he walked away to talk to someone from forensic science.

You casually strolled over to him and took a quick shot of his profile with your camera. You would save it in a private folder later. But you loved the picture you’ve just taken of him. “Gotcha!” You chuckled and poked his shoulder. “Why again do we keep us a secret? Because I am sure Hank got it now. You are not very subtle about this,” you said keeping your voice low. Connor re-adjusted his tie - a nervous gesture he’d adopted lately. “I cannot help it. Your presence - not only physically but also in my train of thoughts - is causing freezes and glitches in my system,” he muttered a bit frustrated about this.

“You said, that’s because you like me,” you whispered happily. “That is correct. But you distract me from work,” he answered and looked at you for the first time since you’ve started this conversation. You gave him a happy smile. “I know. Happens to me, too. That’s totally normal when you like someone,” you bit your lip nervously. “See, I get flustered when you just look at me like that. Eventually these things will pass though and everything will become warm and familiar at some point. But I guess, right now we should just enjoy this phase and make the best out of it. Hank will survive if it takes a few seconds longer for you to answer his questions. As long as you are happy, he will probably excuse pretty much everything you do,” you said and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Do me a favor and get your acts together,” both you and Connor jumped at the sudden intrusion of Hank’s voice. You were so focused on Connor that you didn’t notice him walking back to the two of you and judging from Connor’s reaction, he had not noticed either.

Connor looked at Hank. “What do you mean?” He asked and gave him his innocent puppy dog look. “I mean that you should kiss her! Tell her how you feel. It is pretty obvious that you two are head over heels and I need my partner back!” He said grumpily and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. You just chuckled at this and Connor grinned. “It cannot have been that obviously since you yourself figured this out only 6 minutes and 23 seconds ago whereas y/n and I have been romantically involved for six days and 18 hours,” Connor explained and shrugged a bit. “I would suggest that you should pay closer attention to your surroundings, lieutant.”

Markus: And then a second cop came over to work this high profile jaywalking case! I’ve only got two legs, that’s a cop per leg! That’s a waste of funds, that’s why the city’s broke!

North, to Connor: You’re partner is fifty years old and writing jaywalking tickets, does that mean he’s a failure of a police officer?

Connor: ……………

Later, at Jericho

Markus: They gave me a $37 ticket for jaywalking and gave us a $447 ticket for being assholes

North: But don’t worry we’re not paying either of them, this is Detroit it doesn’t count for us, it’s not real. 

Gavin: …

Gavin: …

Headcanons for deviant Connor in a relationship:

He would do anything to make sure you’re happy. He would buy you flowers, chocolates, ect.

He is constantly ask Hank about how to act, if he is going too far, get clinging, or if he is doing a good job at being a boyfriend.

Connor would make the effort to let you know when he is running late or gets a call.

Whenever you stay up late to see him when he gets home, he always picks you up and carries you to your bed while being completely out cold.

He loves cooking for you. Connor can be a bit of health freak because he wants the best for you.

Plus, he knows he is going to out live you, so he does everything to enjoy the moments with you.

Whenever you go into your dark depressed spots, he makes sure to let you know that things get better no matter what. Connor is your positive reinforcement which you need.

He is not afraid to experiment something new. At first, he’s hesitant, but after some thinking and research, he is 100% down because it’s for you.

His “goodbye” kisses are to die for.

Connor thinks that cuddling with an android would be unpleasant, but you don’t have any problems with it. And to be honest, it really is comfortable and let Connor know that you enjoy it.

The deviant would ask several questions and you love asking them. Connor would apologize and you would reply “Stop staying sorry. I’m okay with questions.”

You would visit him at work just to get Hank to tease Connor with “Jeez. You two get a fucking room.” Of course the traditional face palm from Connor would happen after some embarrassment.

A soundless happy world

Summary: Being deaf is sometimes frustrating and one of the only things you look forward to is lunch with your long time friend Gavin Reed. Along your journey in search for the detective you run into an android who in turn aids in your search for the missing detective.

Characters: Connor RK800, Gavin Reed, Reader, Hank {brief cameo}, RK900 {brief cameo}

Words: 4 000 {aprox.}

Warnings: Cursing and cuteness

PART TWO 

The world was silent.

    It has always been silent ever since you were a baby. When you were born you had a birth defect affecting your hearing. You communicated through ASL, not many people knew it but those who did you greatly appreciated. Sometimes communicating was difficult and frustrating when you were trying to get your point across. Speaking was difficult, most of the time you opted out of speaking. It wasn’t impossible for you to speak but sometimes you feared of how loud your voice may come across or if the person you’re speaking to will be able to understand you.

    Frustration was at the forefront of your mind half of the time. It was an emotion that you experienced every day of your life. You didn’t come from a very rich family therefore you never really had any sort of hearing aids. The only one’s now were created by Cyberlife and they were quite expensive, so much so that your parents couldn’t afford it. You found no use for them now. It would only confuse you and you would have to re-learn things that you’ve done your whole life without the use of a hearing aid. That didn’t ever stop you from accomplishing anything. Everywhere you went there were androids and they were programmed to understand and respond using ASL.

    Now you were independent and lived on your own in the city. You had a job using computers, technology was something you spent your past time tinkering with when you were younger. For the most part you were a pretty lonely child; kids would tease you mercilessly at school. You knew that they only teased because they didn’t understand. However, you made one friend during your teenage years. Gavin Reed – he could come off as an insensitive asshole but at times he could be sweet. He’d also threaten to beat up anyone that picked on you.

    Your days were spent at home in your apartment complex. Several companies employed you for file organization, security software upkeep, and etcetera; even Cyberlife, the company that jacked up prices for necessary items for the disabled (insensitive assholes), hired you to do menial tasks from time to time. As you were typing away at your computer, fingers tapping the glowing keys faster than anyone else in this city, the silver bracelet on your wrist vibrated. You paused and raised your arm, squinting to read the small text moving across it.

    There was a system hooked up around the apartment, connected to your phone and other pieces of technology you owned, that would send you little messages. It was a reminder from your electronic calendar to head out to the DPD; once a week Gavin would treat you to lunch, mostly to get you outside in the fresh air. With a sigh you pushed away from your desk and shrugged on the black windbreaker hanging on the back of your chair. The spring air was rather crisp and there was still frost on the ground as you exited the building.

    A few months ago was the end of the android revolution, personally you were rooting for the deviants. Gavin not so much, he was a stubborn ass. There were androids and humans all around you as you walked through the city. The precinct Gavin worked out of was only a few minutes’ walk away from your apartment complex. You’ve never actually been inside the precinct before, something about how Gavin had to protect his ‘tough guy image’. It was something you would never understand. You waited for a while outside, rubbing your arms up and down as you tried to keep from freezing to death.

Hank: Oh I dunno-

Gavin: *looks over to RK900* THE FUCK TIN- CAN?! I SAID BLACK COFFE!

RK900: How about you get your /ass/ over here and do it yourself?!

North: I’d fuckin’ kill for a Big Mac.