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Instability — D:BH [02]
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word Count: 745
Warnings: Cursing, angst, a little violence
Author’s Note: my continuation of this fanfic!! i’m really liking it so far, and it’s really short again but it’ll get better I promise!!
Summary: Connor has just been assigned to the deviant case with you and Hank. You have a history with androids, but he just wants a partner. You want androids to be heard, but you’re still terrified of them.
Chapter 2: What did I do?
You sat lonely inside a bar, quietly sipping your pinot. It was dry and had no flavor to it, but it was something. Of course, you were not completely lonely, there was the classic over-the-top drunk guy to your right (I think his name was Thomas?) and some hardass electric bikers to your left. You were born and raised in Detroit and you could hold your own to and of them, and they knew it. So there you sat, peacefully sipping your shitty wine. That was, until you heard the door jingle. Figuring it was some drunkard ordering himself a round, you paid him no mind. However, a sudden silence in the bar tipped you off that this was not the case. Without turning your head, your eyes shifted to the extremely tall, grey suited android you saw just hours ago.
“…fuck.”
“Detective (l/n),” his tone was patient and somehow still infuriating to you. You stayed silent. “It’s me, Connor. You seemed quite heated at the station, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Again, his tone was patient, and now a little pleading? Once more, you ignored him and took a sip of your glass. Instead of leaving or doing literally anything else, he sat down next to you
The balls on this guy is–
You stopped your thought before it could finish. The silence continued as he stared at the side of your face.
“Detective, may I ask you a personal question?” Now it was getting interesting. What the fuck could a plastic cop say to make you change your mind? You thought nothing of it. You mumbled a soft assent.
“Why do you hate androids?” (wow, a really loaded question right out the gate) You giggled slightly at the inquiry, finding the fact that an android was asking you such a thing funny.
“Just do.” Those two words was all you wanted to say in fear of revealing yourself.
“Does it have anything to do with your previous substance abuse?” The question struck a hot, throbbing nerve that no one was supposed to touch. You leapt from your stool and grabbed ahold of the android’s collar.
“How the fuck did you know that?” Anger was apparent as it spilled from your tightened grip and dull white knuckles. “Did you look me up? Did you scan me?” You frantically asked questions you already knew the answer to. You could have sworn those those had burned or got lost. You did whatever to make them disappear, but of course the walking super computer has it.
“I apologize, Detective, I did not know bringing this up would upset you,” he sounded genuinely disheartened, almost actually sorry. But you knew that even if he did know it would strike something in you, he would have said it anyway. That’s why they’re androids and we’re humans. They’re all the same.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, you hear me?” You were blinded by pure rage, as your face and his was just inches away. Connor’s face was not that of surprise or anger, but more of regret. You almost felt bad, but your anger refired.
“Androids put me in that situation. They got in my way. You bet your ass I’m not going to let you get in my way again.” You dropped his collar, paid for your drink, and took off, never to be seen until morning.
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Your breath was hot against his skin, and your grip around his collar startled him at first. While looking at your status, he turned his nasal sensors on. You smelled of flowers and wine, and he somehow enjoyed it. Your perfume was something he never experienced before, although faintly smelling it when you rushed by him in Fowler’s office.
What did I do wrong?
Connor was genuinely sorry, and that’s what puzzled him. He had never been sorry, for he was an android. Androids don’t feel sorry.
But when he looked into your eyes, although your voice and mannerisms spoke of anger, your eyes told of great sadness. He wondered why did what he did, why your were angry, why you hated androids, but most of all:
Why does she hate me?
^ software instability ^
As quickly as he saw you, you were gone. Your floral scent was replaced with that of alcohol and bile. He was left in this bar where he was technically not allowed. Although the bar was loud, the world fell silent.
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out of the hospital and recovering from surgery 😎
hello my dearies! I just wanted to say that Haunted By You will be coming out later than expected since my computer broke and I just got home from surgery lol
but!! I am doing some more writing, including picking up Instability where it left off!
concept:
a published “x reader” romance novel where you (the reader) are actively reliving your life by reading your heavily-detailed personal autobiography after an accident causing severe amnesia
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